Author's Notes: Hey everyone I hope you liked the last chapter and hopefully no one was made too uncomfortable. Well on to the results, I own nothing.
Sansa slowly opened her eyes and found that she was in total darkness. Her head throbbed with pain and she found that her hands were manacled to a pillar. She still wore her torn dress and she tasted blood on her lip. She was not sure how long she lay there, there was no way to tell time in her cell, no one came to see her, not even to bring her food. Her misery was compounded by the fact that she was neither fed nor had she any way to relieve herself.
Her solitude was eventually interrupted by the sudden flare of a torch. Sansa had been in darkness for so long it hurt her eyes and she was forced to look away from it and so did not see who held the torch. Then the vistor began to speak and she recognized the voice of Lord Varys.
"Lady Sansa, I am truly sorry see you here."
"Where am I?" Sansa asked, her voice made hors through lack of use. He produced a skin of water and she drank greedily.
"You are in the black cells I fear, the very one your father was held in in fact if memory serves me right."
"How long have I been here?" She asked, while she did not enjoy her current situation at all she found that if she had to be here she was glad she was in the same cell as her father. In a way it made her feel closer to him.
"Three days my lady. You stand accused of attempting to kill his Grace the King."
"He still lives then?" She did not even try to keep the disappointment from her voice.
"Yes he does. He is even now being treated by Grand Maester Gormon Tyrell and is expected to live. They say the whole city prays for his swift recovery." Sansa let out a little snort at that, if the people were praying she doubted that it was for his health to improve.
"What is to happen to me?" She asked Varys. At this he seemed genuinely distressed and it was a moment before he spoke.
"You stand accused of attempting to murder the king. The King's Guard has declared that you gained entry into his chambers through some subterfuge and attempted to murder him. There is to be a trial."
"That is not what happened at all!" She cried, her voice rising in anger at the blatant falsehood.
"I rather fancy that it is my lady. But you must understand that there is a great deal of difference between known facts and acknowledged facts."
"If that is so, I wonder that they are bothering to have a trial at all."
"Regardless of your crime, you are of noble blood and formalities must be observed. There is also the matter of your husband, his role in this unfortunate business must be determined."
"Lord Tyrion had nothing to do with this!" Sansa declared hotly, she felt she owed him that much.
"Well, I am sure that must understand that your word is hardly considered trustworthy at the moment. And regardless, there are some in this city who would not find his culpability in the matter to be terribly upsetting." There was nothing more to be said and he left soon after.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone. Short I know but this is just a set up chapter for what comes next. Till the please keep praying for the American held in Sudan under a death sentence for being a Christian, the other Americans held abroad, kidnapped girls in Africa, trapped Turkish miners and all who need prayer. Bye and may Jesus bless you.