Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

10. RUN

Sansa was terrified. They were on their way to Kings Landing and all of the knights were horrifying beasts she stumbled backwards running into Sandor.

'Do I frighten you so much girl?' sandor questioned she didn't answer, 'or is it him that's making a shake? He frightens me to look at that face.' Sandor teased. Josie couldn't help but laugh it was nice to see Sansa getting picked on for once, Sansa was a constant thorn in her side, Sansa followed with her mothers example of Josie is a bastard and to be treated like shit mentality. But perhaps distancing herself from Catelyn the girls would get closer.

'I'm sorry if I offended you sir.' Sansa said sheepishly he only stated at her, a deep frown on his face as he walked past. 'Why won't he speak to me?'

'He hasn't been talkative the last 20 years since the mad king had his tongue cut out.' Sandor informed her before seeing the smirk on Josie's face.

'He speaks well with his sword though.' Joffrey remarked and sansa smiled turning to him, 'serving the kings justice... he is the royal executioner.' he clarified 'what is it my sweet girl? Does the hound frighten you?' Joffrey asked, concern in his voice. 'Away with your dog you're scaring my lady.' Sandor tipped his head leaving.

'Don't worry about my sister, Sansa is a vein girl, she doesn't much like me either.' Josie said coming up to Sandor.

"You don't seem to mind my face.' Sandor noted.

"You don't seem to mind my bastard title.' She countered Sandor nodded heading off.

Arya was sparing with one of the children, Mych by the river. Practicing with wooden swords.

'I probably shouldn't have any more,' Sansa said as Joffrey offered her a jug of ale. 'Father only lets us have one cup at feasts.'

'My princess can have as much as she wants.' Joffrey said kindly and Sansa took it, taking another hesitant sip. They heard the sounds of grunts and wood clashing and sansa's face was one of panic. 'Don't' worry, you are safe with me.' Joffrey assured heading off to see the commotion.

"Arya!' Sansa declared pulling her attention away from Mych and he got her in the arm. Arya whipped her head around at Mych clutching at her arm.

'What are you doing here? Go away!' Arya demanded. Josie heard the shouting and came running.

"Your sister...' Joffrey remarked. "And who are you?'

"Mych my lord.' He answered politely.

'He's the butchers boy.' Sansa said with distaste.

'He's my friend!' Arya corrected.

'Butcher's boy who wants to be a knight.' Joffrey remarked. 'Pick up your sword butchers boy lets see how good you are!' Joffrey challenged drawing a real blade from his belt.

'She asked me to me lord. She asked me to.' Mych said nervously.

'I am not your lord I'm a prince,' Joffrey sneered. 'and I said pick up your sword.'

'It's not a sword my prince it's only a stick.' Mych remarked.

'and you are not a knight.' Joffrey remarked, Josie opened her mouth to say something but speaking against Joffrey would put her head on a spike. 'only a butchers boy. That was my lady's sister you were hitting, did you know that?' He raised his blade to Mych's cheek.

'Stop it!" Arya demanded.

'Arya stay out of it.' Sansa demanded.

"Arya,' Josie warned and Arya spun around to her.