Chapter Text
Once upon a time, in Kings Landing Village, there lived an unhappy young girl. Unhappy she was, for her mother and father were dead, and her relatives long gone and missing.
She lived in a beautiful mansion, named the Red Keep Mansion. Or for short, the Red Keep.
A mansion like no other in the village. Made of warm, red bricks with red roof tiles and a golden door with a golden lions head as a door handle. Many windows and smoking chimney.
Here was were the girl named Sansa lived.
Once, when she was a little girl, she came with her father, mother, brothers and sister to the Red Keep Mansion.
She was Daddy's Little Princess back then.
With her pretty dress, traveling the country, coming North, to meet her fathers best friend, Robert Baratheon.
Robert, a rich man, was married to the most beautiful woman Sansa had ever seen, with long blonde hair, jewels and elegant dresses.
Cersei was her name.
She talked sweetly and praised Sansa, in whatever she did. She adored her embroidery and her singing.
Sansa loved Cersei.
Sansa's mother, Cat, didn't get along to well with Cersei, but Sansa didn't understand.
And then, Cat became ill.
She got a fever and stayed in bed. Sansa's father, Ned, never went from her bed. He took care of her, helped her bathe and eat.
Sansa got worried, and cried for her mother, praying to the Old Gods and the New she would get healhty again.
But the Gods didn't listen to Sansa, and her mother died. They barried her mother under the great weirwood tree in the garden, were Sansa prayed to the old gods and the new for understanding, why they took her mum.
The pain was consumming.
Sansa cried her eyes out, her brothers and sister cried. Her father was defeated.
Cersei took Sansa in her arms and let her cry on her lap.
"Oh, my little dove," she spoke. "You're mother is in heaven now, the Stranger has taken her, yes, but she's in endlessly bliss now. Stop crying"
Sansa dried her eyes and look upon Cersei's beauitful face. Not one tear in her green eyes.
"You shouldn't behave like a peevish child, you're a woman, almost ready for marriage. You should be strong for your father and stop being sellfish."
Sansa was shocked by those words but didn't say aynything.
Later in her bed, she taught that Cersei meant no harm with her hars words, but simply meant to not show her grief to her father, for he was inconsoblable.
She became the good little girl she was supposed to be, to please Cersei and her father.
Her sister Arya became angry with her:
"You're turning into a lion! Have you forgotten about mother? Why aren't you howling and weeping?!"
Cersei spoke with Ned about his mourn.
She convinced him to send his sons away, to the Wall Insitute, a school for young men were they would learn academics, music and military training.
She wanted them out of the way, said to Ned that was what Cat would have wanted and Ned did whatever he taught was the best for his kids
Arya was hysterical when she found out.
"HOW DARE YOU FATHER?! HOW DARE YOU SEND YOUR SONS, MY BROTHERS AWAY?!"
"It's for the best dear... They'll learn how to become men, I can't do that on my own without your beloved mother."
"I'll never forgive you!" Arya yelled and stormed off to the garden.
"Arya!" Sansa shouted aghast. She looked at her father. It was only a week since her dear mother went to the seven heavens and her father looked 30 years older.
The next day father sent Arya overseas, to the Braavoosi Boarding School for girls.
Her father asked her if she wanted to go, but at the age of almost 15 Sansa was to old.
They spoke about it in the living room.
"No father, my wish is to stay here in Westeross, and find a fine man, a prince, a high lord to mary one day,"
Her father smiled. "I'll find you a man who is brave, and gentle and strong,"
He got her in her arms, and that was the last time Sansa felt truely happy.
Because for the next day, the Stranger took not only her father away, but also his best friend Robert in a hunting accident.
Sansa, no brothers or sister to console her, looked for Cersei to comfort her, because she believed to woman kind.
Wich she was... but not to Sansa.
She despiced Sansa's beauty and good personality.
She liked her foster daughter Margaery Tyrell more and favoured her.
She took Sansa's beautifull dresses and jewels away, threw her out of her bedroom and sent her to a small room nex to the kitchen.
She forced poor Sansa to work all day long, and laughed at her misery.
"You're not Sansa Stark anymore. You're no high maiden anymore, you're Sansa Smelly. Haha, Sansarelly!"
Sansa, in her simple grey woolen dress sat by the ashes and let tears roll over her face.
But afther a while, there were no tears to shed anymore. They simply dried up.
She did her work as she was told and didn't flinch when she found out that Cersei wrote to her brothers and sister that had married a young man and died in childbirth.
After a while, she forgot who Sansa Stark was.
She only remember who Sansarelly was.