The Stark Maid

Chapter 3- Thief

Chapter 3: The Thief

I had just walked into Sansa's tower room, when I heard a knock on the door. I walked back over from the chair I was about to sit down when I heard a knock and opened the heavy, wood door. I saw Ser Arys there, his brown hair seemed to reflect the gold of his breast plate. He coughed and I realised I must've been staring so I blushed and looked down.

"Lady Sansa has requested you meet her in the God's Wood." He said, "She has gone to pray and asks that you bring her a cloak."

"Thank you, Ser," I told him, looking back up into his blue eyes. "I will be down there at once!"

I went back inside the room and grabbed Sansa's blue cloak. It was well worn, and heavy, Sansa must have owned when she had still been in Winter fell. I knew that if Sansa was in the god's wood she was praying for her brother's and mother's safety. She would have wanted me to bring this cloak. As I turned around I saw that Ser Arys was still there.

"Ser, was there anything else?" I asked, unsure of what his intentions were.

"She said to escort you down to her." He said and gave me his elbow.

"Of course." I smiled up at him. "Thank you."

I placed my arm into the crook of his elbow and he pulled us towards the stairs. What was Ser Arys doing! Why was he pulling me so hard, was he going to take me somewhere? But no he was just angrily pulling me down the stairs towards Sansa. Once we were in front of her. I did a quick curtsy, but yet again Arys quickly and rufly pulled me up.

"Ser," Sansa said, looking down at me. "Why are you manhandling my maid?"

"I caught her stealing, in your room, My Lady." He said.

"What no!" I exclaimed. "M'lady you know that,"

"Its okay Cendra." Sansa said calmly. "Let the knight speak."

"She was going through all your drawers just as came into the room." He said again calmly. "You should remove her from court, immediately."

"Thank you, Ser Arys for your insight." She said quietly.

I didn't know now if she would believe him or not. Who had put Ser Arys up to this? Maybe it was the queen!She obviously had access to the gold cloaks. Whatif she knew I was a spy for Varys? I had to go find that eunuch, and tell him what the queen knew.

"Come, Cendra." Sansa called softly to me. "Yes m'lady." I said meekly to her and followed her through the gardens.

We were walking to the God's Wood I realised and became hopeful that maybe Sansa wouldn't throw me out of the Keep.

"I won't throw you out." Sansa said as if she had read my mind. "You remind me too much of home."

We were nearing the God's Wood by then. "Thank you m'lady." I told her, genuinely surprised by her statement.

"You see," she whispered. "You even have that northern accent! And oh you remind me of my sister Arya. Dark hair and grey eyes, a true northerner."

"M'lady," I looked at her, why was she telling me all this. We had reached the weirwood tree by then.

Suddenly Sansa dropped to the ground and started sobbing. Her bright auburn hair covering her face.

"M'lady are you alright!" I exclaimed and then realized how foolish my question must have sounded.

I took the blue cloak I had grabbed from her closet and covered her shoulders. Her whole body shook from her sobbing, after a few minutes she wimpered, coughed and then looked up at me. Her blue eyes were red and her whole face was a light shade of pink. She looked so sad and helpless, that wished to hug her, but that would be uncustomery so I kneeled in front of her and patted her hand.

"I'm sorry Cendra." She said, barely audible. She quickly stood up and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. "That wasn't very lady like."

She looked sheepish, and a smiled lightly at her.

"T'is okay m'lady." I told her. "Everybody needs a good cry there and again. I've nothing to cry about, whilst you have plenty. Let's go get you cleaned up in your room." At the mention of her room Sansa shook her head.

"I can't go up there right now, let's just stay here until my face isn't red anymore."

"As you wish m'lady."

And I ushered Sansa over to a bench near the entrance to the weirwood. Not many people in the south prayed to the Old Gods, so it would be unlikely that anyone would see Sansa in her state. Her nose was still red and her eyes a little teary, and yet even then she looked quite beautiful. Her youth gave even more to her complexion. Her face was soft, her cheeks rosy. She was tall, yet graceful; I had seen many a man look her way in the Red Keep.

I looked back towards the Tree. I had never really prayed, but the weirwood was the symbol of the North. It's bark pure white and its leaves red, the color of blood. I looked at the face of the tree. Its eyes were cast down, bleeding red tears. How many people had sat here before me, how many would sit after I was long gone. I turned back towards Sansa, her face was again as pale as snow; her eyes crystal blue.

"Come m'lady." I told her quietly.

Visits to the God's Wood always made me feel wierdly calm. I took the cloak off her shoulders and we walked back to her tower room.

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Okay if you didnt understand what was going on in this chapter:

So in the books Cersei she uses men from the kings guard and other lords to do what she wants. I sort of want to play it off like that.

The second reason is that I want Varys to believe that the queen mistrusts him.