A/N: This is the first POV for Sansa, and it should have been published Wednesday, but I was unable to do so. Sorry for not being able to upload Wednesday, I was busy and it will hopefully not happen again. This is why I will upload another chapter Sunday to make up for the missed day. Thank you for being understanding. This chapter ends in another cliffhanger, which I regret, but I wanted another Arya POV, and this would be a perfect time to insert one. The Sunday chapter, will be Stafford's fourth POV. I promise not to make cliffhangers a trend. Please once again continue voting in the poll in my profile, it is important for those who want Stafford to end up with the person they like.

Mainalpha: Like I said above the pairings will be determined officially in a later chapter, I estimate about in between chapter 19-25, so please be patient. I appreciate the advice and thank you for the review

TMI Fairy: Stafford's pairing with Arya is not necessarily a romantic one, and it is founded on a childish childhood friendship. Also, Stafford wasn't wearing full plate, which would be very uncomfortable, but half-plate with the rest of his armor being boiled leather. And the fact that Stafford is about to leave riding, means he cannot be in civilian clothes. Thank you the review.

Sansa

The steel fell from his fingers as the wolf knocked him off his feet, and they rolled in the grass, the wolf snarling and ripping at him, Prince Joffrey shrieking in pain. "Get it off," he screamed. "Get it off!" His brother, Prince Stafford still with his axe out stood there, not even making an attempt at swiping at Arya's direwolf.

Arya's voice cracked like a whip. "Nymeria!" The direwolf let go of Prince Joffrey and moved to Arya's side. The prince lay in the grass, whimpering, cradling his mangled arm. His shirt was soaked in blood. Prince Stafford still probably collecting himself after what had just happened remained surprisingly stoic through everything. Sansa expected him to crack a joke or deliver one of those quick comebacks he always thought of. To be honest, she kind of liked that side of him, but he was clearly showing a mature part in him to know the severity of what just happened.

Arya said, "She didn't hurt you . . . much." She picked up Lion's Tooth where it had fallen, and stood over him, holding the sword with both hands

Joffrey made a scared whimpering sound as he looked up at her. "No," he said, "don't hurt me. I'll tell my mother."

"You leave him alone!" Sansa screamed at her sister. Prince Stafford glanced at her like she had done something wrong, but Sansa thought nothing of it at the moment.

"Arya, listen to me, if his mother hears about what happened today and you hurt him, I do not think even I would be safe in camp tonight," Prince Stafford stated. Arya looked at Stafford, and with turned away quickly. Without another word, she heaved Lion's Tooth into the river. The sword clanged the edge of the Trident and didn't move. Prince Stafford tried to hold back laughter, which finally made Prince Stafford seem like he usually was when Sansa had seen him.

Arya ran off to her horse, Nymeria loping at her heels. Stafford looked like he was going to follow Arya, but he hesitated. With the hesitation he started to approach his brother.

Sansa went to Prince Joffrey. His eyes were closed in pain, his breath ragged. Sansa knelt beside him. "Joffrey," she sobbed. "Oh, look what they did, look what they did. My poor prince. Don't be afraid. I'll ride to the holdfast and bring help for you." Tenderly she reached out and brushed back his soft blond hair. His eyes snapped open and looked at her, and there was nothing but loathing there, nothing but the vilest contempt.

"Then go," he spit at her. "And don't touch me." Then Stafford just lost it. Prince Stafford went at his own brother and landed a punch into his already swollen face.

"Don't you ever talk to her that way! She tried to show care for you and you react with hostility, Despicable!" Prince Stafford snarled with clear anger in his eyes. Sansa looked at Prince Stafford surprised at what he just did. Her gallant Prince Joffrey just rebuffed her care, and he defended her. But there was still a feeling that didn't quite settle right with her, Prince Joffrey seemed to act a little different now.

"Don't you dare hit me ever again! Do you not realize who I am?"

"I hate to break it you, but You're just a lonely star I try to bring you down, but a level isn't good enough. You always do as you believe, so I'm going to take a seat, and watch you fall apart 'Cause in the end What are you without me? I might be proud, but at least I'm proud of something You've taken pride in becoming nothing," He responded quite viciously. Prince Joffrey still with his hand on his bite tried to lunge at his brother. His brother responded by giving him another firm punch to the face.

"Stop it you two! Why are you both fighting at a time like this?!" Sansa exclaimed. The two princes turned back and looked at her. Stafford sighed and calmed down a bit.

"Sorry, lost my composure there. Just go get help for my dear brother here. And quickly, I might do some more damage to him if you don't hurry," Stafford stated. Sansa nodded in reply. As she looked back for a few seconds, when she ran to go get help, she saw a little exchange go on.

"You can't!" Prince Joffrey protested to which Stafford responded by giving his brother another backhand.

"One more word and I'll do more than just hit you," Stafford explained. Prince Joffrey whimpered and eventually backed down. Sansa hoped Prince Stafford would not kill his own brother before she can send for help.

Sansa was back in the camp now, after she had sent for help for Prince Joffrey. Since then, she hasn't seen either brother in the camp. In fact, she hasn't seen her sister Arya or her direwolf anywhere. Her father had rold her to stay within the camp, and not to wander around surrounding area. He also told her not to bother any of the royal family.

Sansa has waited four days for the return of her sister, and for some reason she was growing increasingly worried for her safety. The royal party had stayed at Lord Raymun Darry's castle to sort things out before moving on from the trident. Of course her father would not allow the King to move forward and make their way to King's Landing without having Arya found first. Not knowing what to do, she sat with her direwolf Lady and continued to think for a while. What had happened four days ago at the trident still stuck in her mind like a festering wound. She still could not get the thought out of her mind, at the events. She saw first hand the actions of her beloved Prince Joffrey, and found that he was a less than perfect person. She also saw the weaknesses of her brother, Prince Stafford, who in a high pressure situation can't seem to get along with someone who he generally doesn't get along with even in though that certain person is in dire need as well. Sansa didn't know what to believe in regards to what happened in the trident.

Part of her blamed Arya and the butcher's boy for being to adventurous and forcing the hand of Prince Joffrey. Part of her blamed Prince Stafford for encouraging the two to continue in Arya's less than lady like attributes. Part of her blamed Prince Joffrey for being to aggressive to the butcher's boy, forcing his brother to react in a way he always does when people threaten her sister, with violence. She was just torn with all of the events in the trident that she couldn't even think clearly anymore.

Suddenly a knock came to the door. She didn't know who it could be. Some of her wished it was Joffrey hoping he could comfort her and explain his actions in the trident. Or maybe it could be her father with news of Arya.

"It's open," Sansa stated to the person who knocked at the door.

"It's me, Prince Stafford. Look I know we don't know much about each other, and I know I've been busy the past few days trying to explain myself to mother and father, but I just wanted to know how you were holding up after what happened," he stated as he opened the door. He seemed to loathe having to call himself Prince Stafford, like he hated the very notion of it. Sansa was shocked to have him at the door. Sansa never really talked to Prince Stafford, all she knew of him was that Arya was quite fond of him. He seemed like a mysterious enigma to her, someone she couldn't quite comprehend in truth.

"I wasn't expecting you, Prince Stafford," Sansa replied sitting at her bedside.

"If you wish to please just call me, Stafford. When I get called Prince Stafford it reminds me too much of those stuck up meetings with father's small council," Stafford stated.

"You're part of the small council?" Sansa asked amazed at the very prospect. Stafford was only a boy of fifteen, barely old enough to be considered a man. Stafford laughed.

"Of course not, I'm barely old enough to be in minor tournaments, what makes you think I'd be in a small council. No, I'm just the poor old sap, who gets to run messages from the small council to father. Great duty, I know," Stafford replied a little sarcastically. For a moment, Sansa let out a little giggle, but quickly tried to gain her composure so that Stafford wouldn't notice.

"Anyway, did you just come her to check up on me?" Sansa asked him. She was still a little puzzled at why Stafford would come to her.

. "In truth, not entirely, I'm still a bit curious about what you thought about the events that happened. With your sister missing, and everyone scrambling to try to find her, I'm just trying to paint a clearer picture of what happened," Stafford said. Sansa knew Stafford was curious about what she thought about in the trident.

"To be honest, I don't know what happened in the trident. You, Arya, Prince Joffrey, and that butcher's boy of hers just got into conflict, and suddenly out of nowhere Arya's wolf came and attacked Prince Joffrey. I thought it might have tried to attack both of you, because you had a weapon too, but it sensed you weren't trying to hurt Arya. Nymeria, might have not gotten the same feeling with Joffrey, though," Sansa recalled the events of the trident. Stafford nodded in reply.

"Same here, everything happened quickly, one second, I was teaching them how to use their blades. Then you and my brother showed up, Arya got a little worked up, Joffrey started to intimidate Mycah, and soon Arya struck Joffrey. I had to stop her from taking a hit from my own brother's sword, so I had to confront him with my axe. Before we could even get to that, Nymeria had bit my brother putting me in bad situation," Stafford stated. Stafford got up and paced the room a bit, clearly thinking about something.

"Mother's been enraged at what has happened to my brother. If my mother's men find her first, she could be facing some severe punishment. My mother is not known in the seven kingdoms for her mercy," Stafford stated. Sansa, a little shocked at what he just said about his own mother, wondered why he had to go to Sansa about this.

"Why do you have to come to me to tell me this?" Sansa asked genuinely curious on Stafford's motive for telling her. She wasn't Arya and there wasn't anything that she could think of that might help Arya avoid punishment from the events at the trident.

"Mother or father cannot trust my account for the events in the trident. Joffrey and I have too much history. My view may be biased in their eyes, which is damn near preposterous if you ask me. So, being the only other person in the trident, they will ask you about what happen. I beg of you do not implicate your sister with any of the accusations my brother has been bombarding mother with. Father doesn't believe all of it, but if you manage to support my brother in the slightest bit, he might be persuaded to my mother's side," Stafford explained to Sansa. Stafford seemed genuine in his care towards Arya's well being, in Sansa's mind. Stafford seemed like he didn't just see her as someone he was forced to wed, but as a friend as well. Yet she was torn apart, as she still thought about how Prince Joffrey would react if she had supported her sister. Stafford went out of his way just to tell him this, which is more gallant anything she's actually seen Joffrey do. Sure, all his stories seem to profess how gallant he was, and she still believed them. However, she believed less in the personality she thought Prince Joffrey had possessed when she saw him. Every action he took always took away from her original image of him, and that worried her.

"Stafford, I-" Sansa managed to reply before literally running out of words to say to him. It was like she felt like her mind had been torn to two sides. One that wanted to support her dear prince, who she was to wed someday, and one that wanted to support her family.

"It's okay, Sansa. I know you probably have some sort of care for my brother, and I understand that. Look, I just hope you don't blame Arya for any of this. You don't have to promise me to go against Joffrey when the time comes that they ask for your version of the events-"

Suddenly, the door swung open and Stafford turned around to see who it was. It was one of Stafford's mother's retainers. Sansa wondered why they would pay her a visit, especially during this hour, when she expected to spend time alone.

"Prince Stafford, I wasn't expecting to see you here," the retainer remarked as he stood at the door.

"Indeed, why are you here?" Stafford asked with a sort of aggressive tone in his voice. Almost everything Stafford did had some form of aggression attached to it. It was like he could not control his passion for something, and this transformed into an aggressive aura around him.

"Your mother, the queen, has sent for Lady Sansa to appear before the King. It seems her sister has finally been found," Stunned Stafford immediately started for the doorway.

"Remember our conversation, Sansa. I know you'll do the right thing in the end," Stafford stated as he went out of the doorway and out of sight. Reluctantly, Sansa went with the retainer to appear before the King. She hoped to the gods, that she would not have to choose between her prince and family during the appearance before the King. With the way Stafford responded, Sansa almost certainly thought that it would be about events at the trident. She remembered Stafford's words and they still rung in her ears.

By the time, Sansa reached the appropriation audience chamber, Raymun Darry once used as a his own before the king had come. Arya stood in the center of the room, alone but for Jory Cassel, every eye upon her. Stafford turned away not wishing to look at anything as he stood beside his father and Prince Joffrey.

"Arya," Her father called loudly. He went to her, his boots ringing on the stone floor. When Arya saw him, she cried out and began to sob

Her father went to one knee and took her in his arms. She was shaking. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I know," he said. It was hard to see how she had caused so much trouble. If someone like Stafford cause the same trouble Arya had, it would even be a stretch. It takes a unique person to stir up the trouble Arya did. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Her face was dirty, and her tears left pink tracks down her cheeks. Sansa saw Stafford smile a little, but then go back to his uncharacteristically serious face afterwards. Stafford's face looked intimidating when he wore it that way. It reminded her of a stern captain of the guard or some military leader right before a battle were to begin.

"What is the meaning of this?" Her father asked the King. Ser Raymun Darry guarded his look well. Lord Renly wore a half smile that might mean anything, and Ser Barristan was grave. "Why was I not told that my daughter had been found?" Ned demanded, his voice ringing. "Why was she not brought to me at once?"

Her spoke to the king, but it was the queen who answered. "How dare you speak to your king in that manner!"

At that, the king stirred. "Quiet, woman," he snapped. He straightened in his seat. "I am sorry, Ned. I never meant to frighten the girl. It seemed best to bring her here and get the business done with quickly."

"Father, why do you address my mother in that way?" Stafford suddenly stated. The King surprised at what his son had said to him, suddenly turned to him. His mother suddenly smiled when her own son came to her defense.

"Staff, there is already a lot on my mind, so please hold your tongue for a moment," The King stated surprisingly calm. Stafford also pretty uncharacteristic in his personality, resigned and went back to his state where he tuned out almost everyone. He just stared at no one blankly, Sansa found it to be a little eerie.

"And what business is that?" Ned put ice in his voice.

The queen stepped forward. "You know full well, Stark. This girl of yours attacked my son. Her and her butcher's boy. That animal of hers tried to tear his arm off."

That's not true," Arya said loudly. "She just bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah."

"Joff told us what happened," the queen said. "You and the butcher boy beat him with tournaments, his own brother gave while you set your wolf on him."

"That's not how it was," Arya said, close to tears again. Sansa could not bear to watch much of this conflict anymore.

"Yes it is!" Prince Joffrey insisted. "They all attacked me, and she threw Lion's Tooth in the river!"

"Liar!" Arya yelled.

"Shut up!" Prince Joffrey yelled back.

"Enough!" The King boomed

"If you had listened to me earlier, you would know that your dear son Joffrey attacked the butcher's boy first. I mean no disrespect mother, but you know full well, who has the final say in what truly happened," Stafford suddenly interjected, "My father, I most respectfully would like you to think for a moment, why would Arya and the butcher's boy attack my brother? They barely even knew her. But don't trust my word for it, there was another person at the trident, to tell of the events."

"Indeed," Her father had stated, "Sansa come here," Sansa felt her heart fall a little when she was called. She would have to give her testimony on the events of the trident. She did not know what to do or feel about the events, she was still torn. Stafford suddenly looked at her, stared at her intently, like he was waiting for her answer. Sansa blinked at her sister, and shifted to both of the princes. Stafford's face stood out, almost a little menacingly now. Her mind began to draw blank, she didn't know what to do or say.

"I don't know," she said tearfully, looking as though she wanted to bolt. "I don't remember. Everything happened so fast, I didn't see . . ."

"You rotten!" Arya shrieked. Stafford knew where this was going and Sansa, probably thought he knew this by experience. Before Arya could reach Sansa to pummel her to the ground, Stafford was there and intervened. He held her back.

"Liar, liar, liar, liar." She accused. Stafford had to hold her back hard. She was kicking and screaming and Stafford had to hold her waist to make sure she didn't kick out of his hold.

"Arya, stop it!" her father shouted.

"Arya it's not worth it, she's just a little flustered that's all," Stafford remarked.

"The girl is as wild as that filthy animal of hers," the queen said. "Robert, I want her punished." "Seven hells," Robert swore. "Cersei, look at her. She's a child. What would you have me do, whip her through the streets? Damn it, children fight. It's over. No lasting harm was done." The queen was furious.

"Joff will carry those scars for the rest of his life." Robert Baratheon looked at his eldest son. "So he will. Perhaps they will teach him a lesson. Ned, see that your daughter is disciplined. Iwill do the same with my son."

"Gladly, Your Grace,"

The king stopped, turned back, frowned. "I'd forgotten about the damned wolf."

Jory spoke up quickly. "We found no trace of the direwolf, Your Grace." Robert did not look unhappy. "

No? So be it." The queen raised her voice. "A hundred golden dragons to the man who brings me its skin!"

"A costly pelt," the king grumbled. "I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold." The queen regarded him coolly. "I had not thought you so niggardly. The king I'd thought to wed would have laid a wolfskin across my bed before the sun went down." the king's face darkened with anger.

"That would be a fine trick, without a wolf."

"We have a wolf," the queen said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph. It took them all a moment to comprehend her words, but when they did, the king shrugged irritably. "As you will. Have Ser Ilyn see to it." It was that moment Sansa knew her indecision had cost her something she held dear.