I slip back into court just to see Sansa throw herself before Joffrey and beg for father's life. To show him mercy. I stand there mortified. She went against my one wish. I feel my mouth go dry and my vision goes hazy. Suddenly I lose my balance and fall on the floor.
I open my eyes and see a bunch of men and women who are speaking a foreign language I don't understand I see a girl really, who is soaked in blood and getting carried by a man who is pale like most Westerosi are. In the back of my mind I hear the words 'a life for a life.' I wake up drenched in cool sweat. I open the door and see the hound.
"What are you doing here Sandor?" I ask softly.
"I'm here to make sure you don't run off." He says. I laugh and he looks at me confused.
"I can't leave Sansa, we share the same mother and father but she's a delicate flower and I'm more like steel. Ale?" I ask leaving my door open Sandor walks in and I pour him a glass from my stash. While I pour some wine for myself.
"Well little wolf, ya caused quite the show. Ya fell face first onto the floor and then I had to carry ya back here and ya kept saying' a life for a life." He says I refill his glass.
"It was a strange dream I saw a targaryen girl covered in blood and she was pregnant but there was too much blood on her skirts, I'm guessing she miscarried. Then there was this old woman who kept on whispering in my head a life for a life. Very creepy."
"Get some rest tomorrow is the trial." I sigh.
"Like I'll ever get sleep, I'll just drink so that I can pass out. I would ask if you want to join but with everything going on I don't think that it is a good idea, so have fun listening to me drink."
"Good night little wolf."
In the morning I get ready and then a group of 5 red cloaks surround me and lead me to the main platform. I see Sansa and I grasp her hand keeping my face blank. I look around and see someone on the statue. I look in the crowd and meet eyes with Yoren. I mouth the word statue. And he nods and makes his way to Arya. Dad passes by us and I look at him sadly. He returns the look and stands up tall.
"I Lord Eddard Of house Stark plead guilty in the sight of man and gods-" I look for Yoren and he's just about to the statue that has Arya on it I look at her and she looks back at me and I shake my head faintly and then I focus back on the people who are with me. Father is forced on to his knees and I start forwards.
"Dad!" I call then I feel arms around my arms I try to spin and get out of it but that just causes my captor to force my arms to my sides. I just stare at the scene in front of me unable to comprehend what's going on. Dad looks at me one last time and smiles the with a sickening sound it was over. Blood keeps gushing from his body and his head rolls off to the side. I feel like I'm numb. Then an inhuman sound escaped me. To be honest I didn't even know I could make a noise like that. Sandor let's me go and then I fall on my knees. Watching the thick red blood drip off the blade and stage.
"Little wolf-" Sandor begins I don't look at him and then I see an unarmored hand and I put my knife through it. I look at the victim and see Trant holding his hand.
"You'll pay for that you bitch." He hisses.
"Careful now Trant you just got your ass kicked by a girl would hate for it to happen again wouldn't you?" I ask in a monotone voice. He growls and puts his hand on his sword I take out my dagger again and wait for him to make his move.
"What is the meaning of this?" Baelish asks.
"Trant called me a bitch and pulled his sword." I say in my defence.
"This whore stabbed me." I smile. And then stand up and walk to the keep alone leaving the two men while I sit down on my bed in a haze the tears start to fall and didn't stop until there was nothing left for me to cry. I joined the court with Sansa whose eyes are still red she looks at me in shock and I squeezed her shoulder.
"I can't afford red eyes dear, they might get me killed. But I miss him too." I whisper.
"He promised to be merciful."
"To him that is mercy, let us wait. We will survive Sansa I give you my vow, you and I will live." I promise to her quietly. She just looks at me with watery eyes. And I sigh while I watch the rest of the court. The man ended up getting his tongue cut out by Ser Ilyn Payne.
"You two come with me." Joffrey commands.
"As you wish your grace." I say bowing my head. I walk behind Sansa and we come to the battlements and I look at the top of the walls and Sansa gasps. I stay with my blank face.
"Look at him!!" Joffrey yells. I do so and see that father is pale and the septa is already rotting.
"And when I kill your brother I'll give you his head to."
"Or maybe he'll give me yours." Sansa spits.
"Don't be silly Sansa he'd cut Joffrey up so terribly that nobody will ever be able to recognize him, he is my twin after all." I say I can see Sandor faintly smile.
"Mother told me that a king should never strike a lady."
"Maybe you should cut the apron strings my king, your getting a bit old for quoting your mommy to people aren't you?"
"Ser Trant take care of my bride. Then I want this one to get a few slashes with the whip." Joffrey commands. Trant slaps my sister twice. And she doesn't cry.
"Your grace you sure you want Trant to deliver the blows? He can't even make the little dove cry." I laugh even though my heart felt like it was going to burst. The brat gives a little flick with his hand the I'm being escorted out I elbow Trant in the face and he lets go. I laugh again and then I'm being lifted up by Sandor.
"Ohhh I see I get the royal carriage to my flogging how nice of the king!" I yell so that he could hear me.
"What are you doing little wolf?!" Sandor scolds.
"Just annoying the hell out of the king so that when I find a way out he won't care." I say honestly.
"Well now he wants me to whip ya 50 times." The hound says.
"I'll consider it as a favour. The more you physically hurt me the less time I have to think of my father."
I was chained up to a post outside my dress was torn from my back and a crowd starts to form. I see the king and he walks down to me.
"If you take back what you say this will all be easier for you." I look up at him and spit on his shoes. He kicks my head and I smile.
"Thank you your grace." I say
"Dog give her 20 more. She needs to learn respect."
"That I do your grace very thoughtful of you." I bow my head and then Sandor gets to do his job.
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Lyanna Stark the second
ФанфикShe's the daughter of the most noble man in Westeros. But she was raised by her fathers best friend Robert Baratheon as a ward.
