<The next day, Sansa's Quarters, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>
Sunlight streamed gently from the balcony and windows onto the sleeping form of one Sansa Stark, who's peaceful face slowly distorted and twisted into one of a nightmare.
<Dream sequence...>
Sansa was struggling once more in the back alley as her would-be rapists grabbed her and secured upon the floor.
The main ringleader ensured that her legs were spread apart and that he would have access to her quim before drawing a knife.
Sansa screamed in horror just as the man laughed wickedly before plunging the knife into Sansa's heart without conscience nor mercy.
<Waking world...>
Sansa screamed in terror as she got up, not experiencing her usual dreams as she looked around in alarm.
As she was starting to calm down, she felt something bloody and slightly painful between her thighs, prompting her to push her cowers and pull at her skirt to reveal her legs having bloodstains upon them, signifying her flowering into a women.
In hindsight, it was a bit too bloody and gruesome to be considered a 'flowering', but to each their own.
That was when the panic started to set in.
"No. Oh, no." She whispered as she got up, looking at her sheets below her and also seeing it stained with blood, much to her further distress.
The frightened Stark girl quickly got up and grabbed a knife on the platter before returning to her bed, pouncing on it before she proceeded to tear at the covering, trying the most brutal method she knew of ensuring that her flowering would not be discovered by the cold Lannisters.
Sansa's self-inflicted distress was great enough that she did not notice one Shae entering the room and seeing her lady proceeding to rapidly cut through the fabric in an act of fear.
The foreign handmaiden immediately moved forward and grabbed the knife as she tried to placate the Northern girl, "It's all right. Give me that."
"If the Queen sees, I can have Joffrey's children now." Sansa panicked, not wanting to even bear the thought of bearing that monster children, let alone giving that twisted illborn her chastity.
He had already taken her first kiss back when she had foolishly believed him to be a good and golden prince... not knowing that he was far more rotten than the worst of the villains from the songs.
"Help me flip it over." Shae ordered as she tried to help the frightened Stark girl with her dilemma, but just as the two were about to put their scheme into the works, one of the handmaidens loyal to the Queen entered the room, took one look at the scene before her, glanced between Sansa and the blood before casting a look at Shae... before she swiftly turned her heels and made her way towards the Queen Regent's chambers to inform the woman about the good news.
Shae immediately ran after the handmaiden to intercept, reaching the Westerosi girl as she asked, "Where are you going?"
"To tell Her Grace." Was the response of the handmaiden loyal to the Lannisters - in particular Cersei.
Shae withdrew the knife that she had taken from Sansa and grabbed the handmaiden, placing the knife near the veins on the handmaiden's neck as the exotic handmaiden threatened, "You'll say nothing to anyone. Do you understand?"
The handmaiden nodded her head fearfully, with Shae letting her go as the foreign woman watched the other woman run away in fear.
Shae quickly turned around and ran back to Sansa's chambers, entering it whilst panting... only to stop at the sight that greeted her.
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