Arisen

Sansa II

Sansa had been on a boat a mere once in her life. And it was a time where she was deliriously happy but also downright terrified. When Ser Dontos Hollard had grabbed her just after Joffrey was poisoned and smuggling her to Petyr Baelish on the docks who proceeded to take her to the Eyrie. The sheer happiness that she was finally out of that wretched city she had been a captive in for years, where she had been beaten and tortured and used as a bargaining chip. When she left there, she vowed she would never step foot there again, and she would never allow herself to be used like that again.

Yet here she was, on her way down to the capital. She had fully intended to ride to White Harbour but when Samwell and Gilly stated they wanted to come, it made more sense to have a wheelhouse. She hadn't spoken to the man much, nor his partner, but she had no choice but to do so here. To say she was reeling with some of the things she had been told was putting it lightly. To think this man in front of her who looked like he struggled to walk with how fat he was, was the first person in thousands of years to knowingly kill a White Walker? And he had done it because it was coming after Gilly's son?

People will do stupidly courageous things for someone they care for, something she knew. Back when she had still been infatuated with Joffrey and lied to protect him when he had literally held a sword against Arya's neck made her want to vomit on the spot. Now that she looks back on it, she wondered why she had not awoken right then, especially when Lady had been killed on Cersei's orders. It took them twelve days to arrive in White Harbour and were greeted by Wyman and his granddaughter Wylla- her sea green hair standing out strongly amongst everyone surrounding them. They had been granted a large room each and plenty of food but this made her feel queasy. How many people were still having feasts and were unaware of how perilously close to collapse they had been?

They remained for two days before finally making their way to the ship that was heading towards the capital, everyone on board having a somber expression adorning their faces. News was rapidly spreading of the calamity that had happened. These people on board probably considered it their home, yet they were going back to ruins. According to Bran, not all of it had been destroyed, but nearly half of it was. What were they going to do? They would need to rebuild the city from the ground, but the crown is massively in debt to both the Lannister's and the Iron Bank. Taxes would probably be risen for a few years until there was enough to fund the reconstruction. In the meantime there was finding somewhere for everyone to live until their homes and shops were in a state that was useable again.

It was something she was going to need to speak to Jon about, alongside Daenerys. Just thinking of her name caused her insides to boil, remembering when she had cornered her one day and stated she knew the look of someone who had been tortured repeatedly. She'd noticed a similar expression on the silver-haired woman's face, but she had stormed off in pure insult she had just said it to her face. She also remembered how she had turned her thoughts against her when they were talking regarding Jon abdicating, of how if anynone manipulated someone it was him manipulating her.

But now, she had to face her fears and talk to her. Not as politician to politician. Not as Lady to Queen. But as Sansa to Daenerys- or Dany as Jon called her. She was not looking forward to that conversation as deep down, she knew her brother was not stupid. He would have figured out by now that it was her who broke her oath, something which almost plunged the continent into another war mere moments after the current one was won. Thousands of more deaths would've been laid at her feet and only because she knew the dragon Queen was not allowing independence? At the time, she had believed it to be a power ploy of the much shorter woman, but now that she had seen the figures- she was beginning to doubt that now.

She had been granted the largest cabin on their journey down which she was glad for, as it gave her time to herself to reflect on everything that had happened. She knew Jon wasn't going to forgive her for a long time, and she doubted Daenerys would. Arya probably would but she wouldn't speak to her for days- possibly even weeks. Sansa hated feeling lonely, which was why she had tried to keep her family close by her, but everyone seemed to be pulling away. There was no telling if Varys managed to tell anyone before he was executed after trying to poison the woman he had sworn to serve. If people knew, it was going to spread like currents ripping through the water, which will tie Jon into southern politics. He handled northern ones decently, but the south was a whole other beast and it swallowed hundreds up and chewed and spat them out in a worse position they were to begin with.