"Ah, hello Lady Lannister. It's my pleasure to finally meet you." The Red Viper spoke to her.

Sansa fought the urge to roll her eyes. She'd just avoided Tyrion, claiming she was going to the sept to pray, but she really just wanted to get away from all these horrible, horrible people. People playing the Game of Thrones.

She wanted no part in it. She wanted out.

But it seemed Oberyn Martell wanted to meet the imp's wife.

Just say what you always do, she chided herself mentally for taking this long to respond to Prince Oberyn.

He wasn't wrong, she was a Lannister by marriage. But it became a nerve that made her want to stick a dagger in the eye of whoever called her that.

The daughter of a traitor, a mere tool to win the North, a stupid child. Fine. She could take all those.

And maybe because Joffrey had just had her stripped and beaten naked hours before. Maybe it was because Cersei wore a fake smile and called her a dove. Which she wasn't, by the way, she was a wolf. And maybe it was because Jaime pushed her brother from the tower. But, whatever the reason, by no means could she take being called the word synonymous with monster in her mind any longer.

"I'm NOT a Lannister. I'm a Stark." She grovelled out to him, and turned away.

"Forgive me, I meant no offense."

What have I done? She thought. She wanted to apologize, wanted to shrink back into a shadow where no one could bother her. But she refused to any longer.

"It doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter?" He looked confused.

"What you mean. It doesn't matter what you meant to do, what matters is what you've done. And you've offended me." She started walking away from him.

He walked beside her.

"You hate them." It wasn't a question he posed. A fact, and a dangerous one at that.

Why would he bother to say that? After what Joffrey did to me? To my father? To my family?

"Wouldn't you?" She looked at him earnestly.

"I would. And I do."

He placed his hand on her cheek and cleared away a tear with his thumb. She hadn't even noticed she was crying.

Then he hugged her. She tried to pull away, but he whispered quickly in her ear.

"You'd be safe in Dorne. I could get you away from here."

He let her go.

How? He saw the question in her eyes.

"That sounds like a dream." She said out loud.

"I have plans. Be careful little wolf." He whispered.

Then he walked away like nothing ever happened.

Sansa looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, she smiled.

Meanwhile Oberyn's heads were swimming with thoughts. About the Lannisters, about his sister, about the wedding, and mostly, about Sansa.

The little she-wolf still fights.