𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿𝑿𝑰

꧁CHAPTER XXI꧂
꧁300 AFTER CONQUEST꧂

꧁SANSA꧂

"You should not be d-down here, m-my Lady.."

Reek had spoke in a tone barely above a hushed whisper. Sansa remained unmoved by his words. That thing that Theon Greyjoy had become unmoved her, and she believed she did not care. In fact, Sansa felt as though he deserved every single thing that Ramsay had done to him. Broken his body and then his spirit, leaving him a hollowed corpse, the walking dead.

"M-My Lady.."

"It is you that should not be down here."

She spoke angrily, her eyes unmoving from her aunt as she moved out her hand to take the stone's. Her Aunt Lyanna's touch was cold and wet, but she wondered if it once had been warm and vibrant with life.

"My L-Lady..he requests your audience."

"Inform my dear husband that if he wants me, he can come down here and take me if he bloody well pleases."

Sansa's words were full of confidence and defiance to anyone who would hear them. But she knew that her words were that of a broken spirit. Of a soul that no longer cared if it remained in the mortal world. Sansa wanted out, and she felt there was no way out.

Her only escape from the nightmare she awoke to every morning were the crypts. For one reason or another, Roose Bolton and his son never came down there, the first of which seemed afraid of the place whenever it came up in conversation at dinners. Ramsay had talked about destroying it, but would not dare venture down himself, sharing it seemed the same fear his father had for the burial place of House Stark.

"Do you know where they are?"

Sansa asked, half glancing at the man she knew as Theon.

"Where our family is?"

He must think about them every damn day, Sansa thought to herself. Every waking moment. He has to. It was either them or the pain and torture he endured and continues to.

"When Ser Ilyn Payne cut off my father's head, they showed it off to everyone. The next day Joffrey showed me that he had his head placed on a spike above the ramparts, and his body was quartered and spread throughout the city at different landmarks. The Lord Tyrion as Hand had my father's parts gathered and his bones sent to my mother, who sent them here. But they never made it to Winterfell, did they?"

Reek, as he was, had no answer for her as Sansa just scoffed, gritting her teeth behind closed lips, blinking away tears from the memories.

"Maybe my husband feeds the bones of my father to his bitches every night."

She remarked with a scoff before shaking her head, continuing.

"Roose Bolton stabbed by brother through the heart. The Freys cut off his head and sowed Grey Wind's head on his shoulders and paraded him around. "King in the North!" they surely exclaimed, all proud as you will. They say it was Black Walder who killed my mother. Cut her throat to the bone. Half the stories claim her corpse was stripped bare and thrown off the crossing into the river. And Arya.."