I know! Another Game of Thrones story. This takes place just as Joffrey is dying and Sansa is escaping and it shall continue from there. Things and words will be changed since..you know..its fanfic! Enjoy and please review!

*All characters belong to GRRM and I do not claim them as my own.*

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The Lady Escapes

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He was scratching the flesh from his neck.

Gods, why won't he just stop and die? Sansa found herself thinking horrible things as she stood from her seat and hid behind it and watched her former betrothed gasping for breath and trying to live. She glanced at her husband and was about to approach him as everyone stood and watched Joffrey retching up his drink as he lay on the floor. But as soon as she placed a foot forward, a hand grabbed her arm from behind and a calm voice whispered in her ear, "We have to go now, my Lady."

Sansa looked behind her and saw her Florian, Ser Dontos, still wearing his fools clothing, "What?" Her voice was trembling and it cracked as she questioned him, "If you want to stay alive, you will come with me now. Please." He tugged on her arm as Sansa looked back at her husband and then at Cersei and Ser Jaime, who were holding their love child in their arms as he was slowly and painfully dying. Without another word, she spun around and ran with Ser Dontos down the stone steps and through the trees of the garden to escape from that dreadful purple wedding.

The had just about reached the city when Sansa heard a woman scream horribly, "Find her! I want her to be found!" Sansa stopped running and looked back at the castle as the bells began to ring. The bells made her shiver, for she knew they were not only mourning the death of a King, but also sending out the guards to find her. Ser Dontos grabbed her arm and shoved a cloak into her hands,

"For gods sake keep running, my Lady. If they catch us, both of our heads shall be placed on a shiny spike."

Sansa nodded and as she ran with him, she swung the cloak around her and tied it on with numb fingers. As they got outside the city and near the rocks, Sansa whispered, "Please, why are you helping me?"

Ser Dontos smiled as he took one of her hands and helped her down slippery and sharp rocks, "Because I am a fool for not doing it earlier. My Lord curses himself for not helping you before all of this chaos, but now is the only time we have." Sansa frowned as she reached the last rock, "Your Lord? Dontos, you are speaking in riddle. Where are you taking me?"

They finally reached the end of the rocky slope and a small row boat was waiting for them in the misty fog. It was much darker where they were because of such a fog and Sansa could not see two feet in front of her. Once inside the boat and as he rowed, Dontos answered her, "There is a ship waiting for you out there. It will take you outside of King's Landing and Lannisport. From there you will go on land towards the North."

At the mention of the North, Sansa's eyes went wide, "Am I going home?" She saw her Florian smile, "Yes, my Lady. If the Gods are good to us all, you will go home." Sansa nodded and held the cloak tighter around her shoulders and they rowed on. But shortly after she did so, she saw a large ship in the distance. She had to squint from all of the fog, but it was truly there and waiting for her. Only for her.

The small boat wobbled as Dontos stood and led it over to the ships side where a ladder was waiting. He helped her stand and gently pushed her to it, "Go, my Lady." The shaky ladder made her think twice and look at him for reassurance, "I promise you will be fine. Not a safer ship in all of Westeros." Sansa nodded and pulled herself up on the ladder and quickly made her way up in her heavy purple gown. As she reached the top, arms circled around her and pulled her over, making her shriek. But when she felt her feet touch the wood flooring of the ship, she opened her eyes and it came out all in one breath, "Lord Baelish."

Lord Petyr Baelish smiled at her and used his hands to warm her arms, "A pleasure as always my dear girl. Are you alright? Not hurt?" Sansa gave a smile and shook her head, "I am fine. Ser Dontos was very brave." They both looked over the side of the ship at him and he bowed his head, "Lord Baelish. I have done as you said and brought her to you. She is not harmed." Petyr nodded and whispered, "Very well done, Dontos. And don't forget you shall be paid. Let me get it for you." He backed away from the side and pulled Sansa with him as another man with a crossbow walked forward and shot it down at Ser Dontos.

"No!" Sansa screamed out as she grasped the side and looked at her now dead Florian. She turned and shrieked, "How could you? He would not have said anything! He rescued me!"

"No, Sansa. I rescued you. Dontos only helped. He was a drunk, Sansa. And a loud drink at that. He would have spoken of what has happened tonight." He reached forward to a frightened Sansa and removed her necklace, "This necklace."

"He told me it was his mothers and that it was all he had to repay me for saving his life." Petyr chuckled and held it up, "A lovely necklace, indeed. But it was not his mothers." He placed it down the bannister and used the end of a dagger to crush one of the stones dangling. Sansa looked at the necklace and then at him, "I had it made a few weeks ago. What did I tell you about the Capital?"

"That we are all liars-"

"Exactly!" He smiled as she mumbled the words and wrapped an arm around her chilled body, "Come with me. The cabin is warm and ready for you." He pulled her closer and whispered onto her face, "As long as you are with me, Sansa, you will be safe. I can promise you that."

Sansa said nothing as she numbly walked with him down the steps to her cabin. Many men have made her promises, but none have ever kept them.

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I hope you guys enjoyed that! I really wanted another story to work on as I think of something else to add in the other story. I feel more comfortable writing this at the moment, since I am taking up from when Joffrey died. More detail of that comes later. Please review, since it lets me know I am doing something right!