Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update to update had writer's block. Hope this will make up for it.
Early the next morning the funeral for Walder Frey was held. One person, however, was not in attendance. After the confrontation in their quarters several of the Frey had made it known that they did not desire Sansa to be present at the funeral. In the interest of diplomacy her husband had quietly agreed to have her remain in their quarters for the funeral.
This suited Sansa just fine. She had no desire to go to the man's funeral, except perhaps to admire her handiwork. Besides she had other, far more important, things to do.
After that horrible night, which she heard many were referring to as the Red Wedding, several of those who had been there were taken prisoner and were still being held here at the Twins. Two of those were of particular interest to her. Her uncle Edmure Tully and Jon Umber.
She had learned that the Freys intended to use her uncle to force the surrender of Riverrun which still resisted the Lannisters and their allies. Umber was being used to ensure his house's loyalty to the Bolton's, who had been raised to her family's position as a reward for their treachery. As she considered these facts she smiled faintly to herself; there were some advantages to being thought stupid, people talked freely around her thinking she was either not truly listening or not did not understand what was being said.
If she could get them out then they could possibly rally their people or at least shake the hold the Lannisters and allies had on them. If they could do that they could keep them occupied and give Stannis Baratheon a chance to recover his strength. She really did not care if he won or not, after what had happened to her family she no longer cared who had a crown on their head, she just wanted the Lannisters and their minions to suffer and right now Stannis was the only one who could make that happen.
She had heard that he burned his enemies alive to honor his strange god, the Lord of Light. When she had first heard that she had shuddered and had thought that a savage and barbaric practice. Now she thought differently; burning was just what the Lannisters deserved, them and all who supported them, and she would do all in her power to see that happen. Even if she had to burn with them.
So while others went to the funeral at the Twin's sept she remained in her room. Once she was sure her husband was gone she took a piece of bread and scattered crumbs on the floor. She then sat back and waited; before long it attracted a rat which crawled into the room. Before the creature could react she cast her mind into the rodent.
Once she was in control she turned and scurried back into the hole the rat had come from and began her search. She searched for the better part of an hour and was becoming increasingly nervous. She had seen no sign of the two she was seeking and she was afraid that someone would come into her room and see her when she was away from her body.
Just as she was about to give up she saw a guard coming down the passage with a plate of food. Deciding to give it one last try she followed him. He went down a passage of stairs and through a room where several guards sat at a table to a passage lined on both sides by bared doors. He stopped before and opened it.
"Dinner m'lord." He said with a chuckle. Though the man inside said nothing Sansa recognized him; he looked exactly as her mother had described him, it was her uncle Edmure Tully!
The man continued on. Presently he rounded a corner and came to a second door. This one had two armed guards in front of it. As the man drew near he seemed more nervous. As soon as the door was opened he was met by an angry voice. "Feeding time is it? You treacherous whore-sons!"
Sansa would know that voice anywhere, Umber. Before that loud voice had frightened her, now she welcomed it. Now that she knew what she needed to know she left the rat and returned to her body.
As she slid back into her body she contemplated what she had to do. She had to find a way to free two of the Frey's most valuable prisoners from the Frey stronghold, surrounded by Frey men and get them out of said stronghold all by herself. As she contemplated it she smiled. She had already killed the lord of the Twins how hard could getting two prisoners out be?
Author's Notes: Hey everyone I hope you liked it. So what do you think this is more what I wanted, her using cunning and intrigue. Do you think I am making Sansa too knowledgeable of what is going on? Please let me know. Please pray for the Philippians after that storm and the countries it's headed to, the Red Cross is taking donation. Also the Americans held in Iran and the people suffering from Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressive, saw a thing on it yesterday makes me shudder and everyone else who needs prayer, which is in fact everyone bye and may Jesus bless you.