Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

13 - The Death of a Lord

Sansa and Alia were dragged before Cersei, placed in a room with her sat behind a desk, quill in hand with Grand Maester Pycelle, Lord Varys and Littlefinger on either side of her.

Sitting, they both sat in silence, nerves raking through Sansa's body, wondering why she is here and why people around her are being murdered. More importantly, she was wondering where her father was whereas Alia sat down, her stomach bruising slightly, head aching from the fight she previously had with the Dog. Whenever she thought about him, anger radiated throughout her. She had been nothing but nice, apart from when she shot at him after killing Mycah, to him and he threw it back in her face. She didn't mind though, she could have easily cut him out of her life and she wishes to do so.

"I'll start with you Lady Alianora," Alia snaps out of her thoughts as the Queen directed her attention towards her, a cunning smirk on her pretty face.

"What do you know of Lord Eddard Starks traitorous antics? Trying to lie about King Joffrey's heir to the throne."

The question confused Alia, she never thought he would do anything that was to harm King Robert and his House and so she simply shook her head.

"I know nothing my Lady, he would often tell me things, but nothing has been mentioned about yourself or King Joffrey. From what I know, he respected King Robert and he had made him Protector of the Realm." She answered truthfully.

She did not understand why Ned had assumed King Joffrey wasn't heir to the throne. He was King Roberts eldest son and so it would have gone to him. Unless Joffrey wasn't his.

"Right..." Cersei replies, staring at Alianora before turning her attention towards Sansa who was trembling with anxiousness.

"How can I let the daughter of a traitor marry my son?"

To Alia's surprise, Littlefinger had told Cersei that Sansa was innocent and she should be given a chance to prove her loyalty to the Lannister's. She had watched him, him soon to be watching her, no emotion written on his face.

The grilling from Cersei lasted longer than Alia would have wanted but all she could think about was Ned, someone she thought of as family, rotting in a cell with no food or water.

Sansa had signed a letter that Cersei had wrote asking for Robb and Catelyn to come to Kings Landing and for them to swear their fidelity to King Joffrey.

Alia watched as the ginger-haired girl hesitated, looking down at the scroll that was given to her, feeling tense about the whole situation but when the scroll was signed to save her father's life.

When signed, the two girls were sent free and so Alia escorted Sansa back to her chambers before heading to hers.

She quickly grabbed her long-feathered cloak, placed the hood up and grabbed her bow before waiting until nightfall for her to go see Ned.

When nightfall did come, she sneaked her way through the castle walls, stopping at every corner to let a guard pass without revealing herself as she stayed close to the shadows.

She walked down the stone stairs that led to the dungeons and gasped when she saw a figure emerge from the shadows, a hood over their head too.

She squinted her eyes closely and spotted Lord Varys, also freezing in his spot with a flamed torch is his grasp.

"Lady Crow... I don't think we have been properly introduced. I'm-"

"Lord Varys. I know who you are. May I ask why you are down here? It is no place for a Lord like yourself?" The woman asked, slowly walking towards the bald man who watched her, a look of worry on his face.