tomorrow | sansa stark

3:4 ♤ under cover

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"Well then." Jon shifted in his seat uncomfortably. The Mountain laid dead infront of the entire noble population of Kingslanding.

Hanuel puffed, a strand of her hair that was covering her face shifted. Her posture returned to its typical straight back, non slack stance. Without missing a beat, she bowed infront of the court.

She smiled softly at Lenora. The pep talk from earlier made her worried about the supposed beast she was supposed to fight. The Mountain had his head sliced clean off within two minutes of entering the arena with Hanuel.

The crowd erupted with cheers as they came to terms with the fight. The Mountain was dead, and soon so will Cersi. Looking over to her guests, Lenora made eye contact with Tyrion.

"Say your goodbyes." He looked stunned. Was she really capable of killing her own mother?

He stood up, keeping eye contact with his niece. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Don't try to talk about something you know nothing about. Cersi will die. Tonight."

Daenerys raised an eyebrow as Tyrion hesitantly began his March to the cell Cersi was being held in. Two of Lenoras men following behind to keep an eye out.

When he was out of ear distance Lenora turned to Daenerys. "Cersi won't be the only one to burn tonight." Daenerys looked curious. "Ellaria signed her death wish the day my sister died. She will burn."

Ellaria was sitting far enough away that she couldn't hear the whispers, but she felt the gazes of her allies shoot towards her. Before she could move, spears pointed towards her.

The sand snakes jumped to action, pointing their own spears forward too. "Ellaria Sand, you are being held accountable for the murder of Marcella Baratheon." One of Lenoras soldiers spoke.

Lenora herself smiled as she watched from her seat. Ellaria stood, her daughter's backing her up. "What is this?" The solider grabbed her arms and started dragging her to the chopping block.

"What should we do with the others?" A soldier asked Lenora.

She shrugged. "If they struggle, kill them." Ellaria shouted profanities at Lenora. Nobles stood, as if to make a move to protect Ellaria but... Lenora was where their loyalties lied.

Dany stood, hope sparkled within Ellaria. But Dany just looked over her, because her loyalties now lied with Lenora. "Is this right?" Ellaria cried. "Unjust prosecution?!"

Lenora scoffed. Was she serious? She stormed down the steps, sword in hand. Unjust prosecution? Lenora wanted to scream, instead she just swung her sword. The head of Ellaria falling down the steps. Cersi and Jamie watched in horror as the crowd erupted once more.

The two Lannisters lovers squirmed in their chains as Lenoras soldiers surrounded them. Jamie wanted to scream for mercy. Tyrion looked like he was about to cry. It made Lenora almost reconsider her actions. Almost.

The sun set cast an illuminating glow over Lenora as she stood on a podium to watch. Cersi was forced to watch as Jamie was forced onto the chopping block first. Tyrion clenched his fists. Wishing for more time. More time to try to convince Lenora to stop. But time was running out.

The crowd grew silent as everyone turned their attention to Lenora. She nodded, and seconds later the chopping block flew down. Cersi scream as the love of her life and brother was murdered infront of her. Lenora did not wish for her to suffer any longer then needed. So she waved her forward.

Cersi shouted to Lenora. Wordless but so understood. Cersi hated Lenora. And Lenora did not care. She waved her hand and the block flew down. The people of Kingslanding cheered on.

Daenerys gave Lenora a look of reassurance. She would bid her time and listen to Lenora.

Hanuel followed Lenora as she rushed past the crowd. The door to the red keep shadowed over the two women and their entourage behind them. Lenora sped past anyone roaming the halls and towards her old empty room.

Hanuel demanded that the soliders stay in the hallway as the two slipped into the dimly lit room. Lenora reached the balcony and gripped onto the ledge. Her breathing rough and rigid. Hanuel placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

No tears split but Lenora felt an ache in her heart. She regrets her actions but knew it was necessary. And it's not like Cersi didn't deserve what was coming for her. If it wasn't Lenora then another would have beheaded her and made it torturing and unbearing.

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That night Lenora refused to get a wink of sleep. She spent the night writing away. Creating war plans and diagrams for the upcoming fight against the night king. What to do with citizens. What to do at empty castles. Shall the rebuild the castles along the wall and create a new area to fight the dead.

Whatever she thought of one thought always came back to her. Where would Sansa be during the fight. Would she stubbornly stay by Lenoras side or would she somehow be convinced to stay behind where she would be safe.

A deep pit formed in her heart imagining what could happen to Sansa. For once in her life she was scared. Not for herself but for Sansa. She would kill herself if anything were to happen to Sansa again.

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An: short chapter just to get back out there. I'll try to catch up on all the missed updates. But no promises! Hehehe.