Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I am glad that you liked the last chapter and I hope that you like this one as well, as always I own nothing.

The three women ran from the training area and headed back towards the Keep, running as fast as they could and looking over their shoulders to see if they were being pursued. They saw no one and they made it back to the Keep unmolested. Once they got there Margaery took the lead and headed towards the Royal Quarters. Completely ignoring the Kingsguard at the door she pushed the door open and stormed in, Sansa and Brienne following in her wake. The King, sitting at the table eating, looked up in surprise as his wife came up and leaned over to put her face directly in his.

"Why was my brother taken?!" She demanded. He looked at her in stunned confusion.

"I…I don't." His answer only seemed to make her angrier.

"My brother was seized and the Lady Sansa, your aunt, nearly was as well by the Faith Militant and you are telling me that you, the King, had no idea what was happening?!" Her tone was harsh and accusatory. As he stammered out that he would look into it Sansa motioned to Brienne and they departed in search of Tyrion.

He was in their quarters and was clearly angry, which lessened when he saw Sansa enter the room. To Sansa's surprise Prince Oberyn was there as well, his cloths flecked with blood on his sleeves.

"My Lady." Tyrion said, coming up to take her hand. "I rejoice to find you well. I have just heard that those fanatics to tried to seize you."

"How did you hear My Lord? It just happened."

"The whole place is alive with gossip. They say that Sir Loras was seized, is that true?"

"Yes, they took him at the same time they tried to take me."

"Tried and failed I see." Oberyn interjected; "It seems my Elia was correct. Your guardian has valor to match her beauty." Brienne remained mute but Sansa could see that she was not enjoying his attention so she sought to divert the conversation.

"I see that you have had an interesting morning as well Prince Oberyn." He looked at the blood on his clothing and shrugged.

"Ah yes, I was in a house of negotiated hospitality when a group of religious individuals called on the place and urged the patrons to leave for the good of their souls. When I objected they became rather rude and entered into a spirited debate on the matter. I fear that I was compelled to kill one or two of them before they would allow me to leave."

"Oh." Was all that Sansa could think to say.

"This is madness." Tyrion interjected. "For all of his faults Maegor was wise to disband the Faith Militant, having a truly devout priest as the High Septon is bad enough. Give me priests who are fat and corrupt and cynical, the sort who like to sit on soft satin cushions, nibble sweetmeats, and diddle little boys. It's the ones who believe in gods who make the trouble. Such a one would be bad enough just preaching, but take someone like that and give them an army and we look to have a war before we have ended the last one!"

"Indeed," Prince Oberyn put in; "We are still fighting Stannis Baratheon, who is gaining support in the North and also some of the lords of the Riverlands who escaped the Freys have pledged themselves to him as well. It would be extremely unwise to get into a second conflict."

"Exactly." Tyrion said. "We need to end this and quickly. It would be best if things were taken care of before my father returns."

"Yes," Prince Oberyn said, his voice suddenly losing its humor; "I do not think that King's Landing is quite ready for another sacking." The room fell into an awkward silence for several heartbeats. Sansa was tempted to break the silence but held her tongue. She did not want to let on that she was anything but a frightened woman, she suspected that Prince Oberyn was at least suspicious of her she was certain that her husband was unaware of her talents and activities. They talked for a short time more but nothing was decided, they would have to wait to see what the King would do.

Sansa awoke the next morning to find that Tyrion was already awake as she got up she saw that his face was a mask of controlled anger. She was nervous to intrude on his thoughts when it was clear that he was in a bad mood, she had learned that it was a bad thing to interrupt members of his family when they were in a bad mood. Never the less, she needed to know what had happened to put him in such a foul mood.

"Is something wrong?" She asked hesitantly. He turned to look at her and then took a deep breath.

"His Grace the King went to see the new High Septon, the High Sparrow some call him, to try get him to release Sir Loras." He paused, forcing Sansa to speak again.

"Did the meeting not go well?"

"The meeting did not occur at all!" He said, his tone rising in anger as he spoke. "The loon's men would not let the King through to speak to him. Then people started to yell insults at him and he returned to the Red Keep." Sansa considered this, Joffrey would have ordered his men to kill those insulted him. Oblivious to her thoughts Tyrion continued to speak.

"While it would have been disastrous to attack the crowd, by letting himself be driven away by the mob he makes himself look weak and there are those who will try to take advantage of it. He should not have gone, it was ill-considered and Father will be furious when he hears about what has happened."

"Has your father been informed about what has happened?" She asked him, he nodded.

"A raven has been sent to him at the Twins, though I do not know how long it will be before a reply reaches King's Landing. In the meantime we will need to try to control the situation as best we can. The problem is that the Faith Militant has been granted extreme latitude and I do not think that we can count on the Gold Cloaks to be of any use. Worse, the number of Faith Militant seems to be growing, I do not know if there enough of our own men in the city to contain them."

"Surely they would not attack the Red Keep!" Sansa said.

"Oh, I do not think that it will come to that. Even so, and I never thought that I would say this, I will feel safer when Father returns." He paused and smiled in a manner that could be described as blood thirsty anticipation. "I do not fancy the High Sparrow's chances if Father decides that he and his following have insulted him."

They went through the day in state of tension. Tyrion was short tempered, Sansa was apprehensive and Brienne refused to leave her side. Lord Varys called on them and informed them that the young queen was furious at the King for failing to free her brother and had both sent a raven to High Garden and had moved out of the King's quarters. As Varys and Tyrion talked they both expressed concern over what this would do to relations between the Rock and the Reach. Indeed the only one who did not seem to be uneasy at the current situation was Prince Oberyn. He went about the Red Keep as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Sansa had asked him about that, wondering how he could be so calm. He had merely replied.

"How could one not be happy to live in such interesting times?" As he had said this he had smiled in a way that reminded Sansa of Arya after she had played one of her mean jokes on Sansa and was waiting for her to find out about it.

Margaery went through the day in a state of fury. She refused to speak to the King and complained bitterly to Sansa about his weakness. She also told Sansa that she had sent a raven to High Garden informing her grandmother about what had occurred. She was sure that her grandmother would come when she heard what had occurred and Margaery expressed her confidence that she would succeed in freeing Loras. Sansa agreed with her, she had every confidence in the ability of Olenna Tyrell to get her way.

The next morning she awoke to find that during the night Brienne had fallen ill, she complained of pains in her stomach and vomited repeatedly. A maester was called and he gave her a purgative and then assured them that she would be fine and merely needed to rest and she would be fine in a day or two. An hour or so after he had left a messenger arrived for Tyrion. It seemed that the Small Council was meeting and wished to speak to him on an urgent manner. Sansa remained behind to tend to Brienne, bathing her forehead with a cool cloth and helping her drink.

Shortly after Tyrion had left there was another knock on the door. A maid opened the door and a servant was shown in. He came up to Sansa and bowed.

"My Lady, I have a message for you. A raven from your sister arrived from the Eyrie. Lord Varys has it and wishes to see you in the gardens." Sansa thanked him and he departed. Sansa checked on Brienne and, satisfied that she would be alright for a short time, she departed to the gardens.

The gardens were still beautiful, though many of them were beginning to turn as the season turned. However; she paid little attention to this as she could not seem to find Lord Varys, she called his name several times but received no reply. Her attention was caught by a noise, the sound of someone approaching. She turned towards the source of the noise, expecting it to be Lord Varys and her breath caught in her throat. It was not Lord Varys approaching her, it was Sir Lancel Lannister and he was not alone, a half dozen of the Faith Militant were with him. He looked at her with cold eyes for a moment and then spoke.

"Take her."

Author's Notes: Hey everyone. Happy late Fourth of July! Go USA (not meant to offend any non-US readers). What did you think? A little short I know, think of it as an intro to chapters to come. Till then please pray for the Americans held abroad, the Sudanese pastors under arrest for their Christian faith and the woman in Pakistan under sentence of death for her Christian faith, the victims of kidnapping, the sick and the homeless and all others who need prayer. Till next time bye and may Jesus bless you.