Author's Notes: Hello everyone thanks for reading my work. I own nothing Martin does, if I owned this the Red Wedding would not have happened but I don't and it did. I will be borrowing from the TV show and the book, for example, the Sansa in my story will be the one from the show. I will at times take liberty with canon. Finally, I know this is not how it happens but I wish it did.

Sansa knelt in the Great Sept and tried not to weep. They had just received word of the death of her mother and brother at the Twins. Bile rose in her throat at the memory of Joffrey's crowing, he had declared a special feast to celebrate the news and had specifically stated that she would attend.

She looked up at the faces of the gods. She had prayed to them to keep her family safe. She had prayed to the Old Gods to keep her family safe and none had answered. Where they real she wondered, or just carved stone? She found at that moment she hoped they were. Because if they were real; then they seemed to favor the Lannisters just like everyone else.

She felt so small and alone. It was all her fault. If she hadn't told the queen of her father's plans they would have been home by now. He would still be alive, as would Arrya. That traitor Theon would not have burned Winterfell and killed her brothers. Father would have found a way to win the war or stop it and Mother and Robb would still be alive, as well as all their banner men. But now they were all dead and it was all her fault.

She could not bear it. She wasn't even a Stark anymore; they had made her a Lannister, one of them. She wanted to die, the thought of having to live like this; surrounded by the people who had murdered her family and giving birth to more Lannisters, was too much to take. She wanted to die; but even now she did not have to courage to end her life. The Hound had said she was weak and the Queen had called her stupid. They were both right. Her stupidity had killed her family and her weakness prevented her from atoning for it by ending her life.

She had always been embarrassed by her sister, who had never behaved as a lady should, but now she found she envied Arrya. Arrya had been brave and strong, things Sansa wished she was now; Arrya had been right, being a lady was pointless.

She hated them all; the Lannisters, the Freys and the Boltons. She wanted to kill them all. She felt like she did when Joffrey made her look at her father's head, to kill them all at to the hells with the consequences. But she was small and weak and they were all surrounded by armed men, she had never even held a sword.

But, a voice said in her head; a sword is a weapon for heroes, and Lord Baelish is right, there are no heroes. The monsters win and they do not wield swords, they wield knives in the dark.

But I am not a monster. Another part of her thought.

Oh, you played a direct part in your father's and sister's deaths and an indirect part in the deaths of the rest of your family, not to mention the destruction of your home. That sounds like a monster to me.

For just a moment she hesitated. She had never done anything like this before. She had never thought about doing anything like this before. Ideas for vengeance danced in her head like the visions of knights and ladies once did but they were no more realistic than her old dreams. She would be killed long before she could carry them all out.

Think! The voice shouted in her head. You are the last of the Starks! When you are gone, your family line will end. How do you want the last of the Starks to be remembered? As the one who sought vengeance for her family, or the one who sat back and waited to see which Lannister would rape her first? Do you truly believe that life is worth living? So what if you die, it's no less than you deserve and the pain and fear will be over. All the rest of your family met their deaths bravely, be like them at the end at least.

That settled it for Sansa. She rose to her feet; as she did so she felt her old self, her hopes, her dreams and her fantasies all fall away. My skin has changed from porcelain, to ivory, to steel. And now I shall hone that steel to an edge. The fear was still there but the memory of her family and the knowledge of all they had suffered and that she would see them soon in a place no one could hurt them again gave her strength.

She started to leave and then stopped. She turned back and walked to the alter of the Stranger. She had always found him frightening and had avoided his alter in the past, as did most people, but he did not scare her now. She lit a candle and placed it on the alter; she knew no prays to the Stranger so she just thought the words. This is for Sansa Stark of Winterfell. She was a weak and stupid girl who caused much suffering to herself and others. She is dead now as she should be.

She then lit a second candle. She shan't be alone long. This is for all who will join her. She rose and walked out. Sansa Stark is gone. She thought. I am Sansa Lannister now, when I have done what I am setting out to do I will take that name again. For now I am a Lannister and a Lannister always pays her debts.

Author's Notes: Well what did you think? I know, she couldn't have known how the others died but in her mind they were brave. That's it for now, will try to avoid spoilers will give warning if a chapter has spoilers. Bye for now, please pray for Shawn who has cancer and all who need it and may Jesus bless you all till next time.