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Sansa was kneeling in the Red Keep again.  Alone, no other Stark was beside her.  No one to help.  Her former husband standing on the right of the queen not knowing who she was.  Sansa clothes were  thathered from the long journey from the Vale to kings Landing.  Her feet were sore, and she was pushed around by the queens Dothraki people who brought her back to this wretched place.  Her brown hair and her hooded cloak hid her face and hid her identity from those around her.  She was undoubtedly in the center of the court.  Right in the spot Joffrey had her at arrow point only a mere couple of years before.  

 

“Who is this?”  The Queen asked, elegant eyebrows raised in curiosity.

 

“We found this one in the Vale, along with this, and a body she had pushed out of a circle that stood over the earth before we could stop her.”  The leader replied that had backhanded her when she tired to climb over the edge of the boat.  

 

“The moon door, your grace.”  Tyrion Lannister explained.  “I almost went through it myself.”  He said.  

 

“Somehow I find that does not surprise me in the least.”  She said with a quirk to her lips.  Sansa felt the hands on her shoulders as she struggled to get up.  She was weak from the travel and was not well treated.  Her ankle had been twisted in one of her attempts to escape from her captives.  It had blown up to two sizes bigger than it was supposed to.  They refused to treat her until their Khaleesi told them what she was to be done with.  And that was all she understood from their strange language.

 

“Remove the accuses hood as so the court can judge fairly.”  Tyrion said.  One of the members who understood Westeros language ripped her hood off of her head.  Her brown hair came tumbling down and she opened her eyes to glare at her majesty.  Sansa didn’t care, what happened to her anymore.  Her family was dead or missing, and she is back in the one place she wished she never was.  

 

“What is your name?”  Her grace asked harshly.  Sansa didn’t speak, she just stared up at the Queen.  Tyrion looked at her with a slight look, but didn’t quite recognize her.  

 

“I’m Alayne Stone.  Your Grace.”  She replied, after the Queen asked her second time, bowing her head to keep it low.  Her glare did not leave her face, only moved towards the ground.

 

“A Bastard, Dany.”  A man said walking up past Sansa.  

 

“Aegon.  You said you would be busy with Jon all day.”  She said with a little smile in her voice.  Sansa’s head lifted at the name.  Jon, no it can’t be. She thought as she looked up at the man on her Majesty’s left.  His matching white haired indicated to Sansa that he was also a Targaryen.  

 

“Like I could leave my beloved Aunt to do the dirty work all by herself.  What is this girl charged with?”  He asked as he looked down at Sansa from Dany’s side.  

 

“She, as I am told has committed a murder.  And then disposed of the body through a moondoor?” Dany asked, turning to look at Tyrion Lannister.  He shook his head yes, at her question of what the door was called.