You Killed My Son!!!

Wedding

It Was My Sons Wedding, I Wore my Hair More Extravagant Then At Jofferys. My Dress Was More Gold Then Red This Time. I Go To Margery And Hug Her Tight. Even Though I Will Kill That Wicked Bitch Not Today.

Were Having Breakfast In The Gardens Just Like At Jofferys.

He Was Given Gifts Not As Good As Jofferys But The Smile Upon His Face Brightend Them Up.

"Thank You.

Thank You Everyone That Made To My Wedding."

"Our Pleasure." Pytre Balish Stod Up And. Raised His Glass.

I Knew He Killed His Wife But She Deserved It ,Old Crazy Bitch.

I Finished What Was On My Platr And Freshend Up.

Into The Sept I Walked With ASmile A Genuine One.

I Handed My Crown Over And There Was No Hatred I Might Just Not Kill Her.

She Smiled And Then They Were Married.

I Sat Next To Tommen When I Saw Balish Sitting Next To Sansa But With Blackend Hair.

We Make Eye Contact And She Looks Down Then To The Side Like She Allways Did I Walk Towards Her, She Is In ASlavers Outfit.

"Your Grace." She Curtsies Like A Real Lady.

"Sansa Little Dove Come With Me."

"Excuse Me Your Grace." She Tries To Sound Puzzeld.

"Dont Insult Me Girl, Come."

She Follows.

Has Pyter Kept You Since Your Escape.

"I Would Not Say Your Grace."

I LookAt Tommen Summoning Him Towards Me. He Walked Right To Us.

"Yes Mother."

"This Is Sansa. Stark."

"Didnt She Have Red Hair?"

"Wild Roots And Berries Can Change It Temporary."

"So We Keep Her Here For How Long?"

"Three Months."

"Thank You My Hand."

"Many Thanks Your Grace."

He Leaves And I Take Her To A Cell.

"Please No!" She Screams.

"Are You Sansa?"

"Yes Your Grace, Sansa Stark Of Winterfell."

"You Sall Stay In Her For A Night."

"Please No Your Grace."

"Dont Lie."