Yay! Revision!

And shorter AN's thank you all for reading!

Fire & Gold

Prologue

We return to the sea and when we do, from whence we came.

Sansa stood over her husband's small body. His eyes were pinched tightly together and instead of the usual scroll or wineskin - a large crossbow, almost the size of his arm, was held tightly in his hand. She had never been on the sea before. She had seen it from the castle of King's Landing. It seemed to stretch on forever and the sun seemed the only destination you could reach. The wind was thick with salt and the waves rolled against the large ship.

"If you want to live come with me now!"

"If you want to live-"

Her eyes never drifted from her husband's face as she pulled the crossbow from his grasp. His mouth clenched and his grip tightened. Sansa placed her hand on his own and she was able to pull it from him. It was a crude instrument yet beautifully crafted. And she threw it overboard.

It floated for just a moment above the surface of the water before it sunk into the ocean. The water black and foamy.

"Come with me now!"

She had wrestled away from him and hurried to Tyrion's side, pulling him, pulling him. Joffrey's face had turned an evil shade of purple, his eyes wide and red and violent in his struggle. She had had pity for him, if only for a moment when his gnarled hand turned to her, to Tyrion. Her throat had seized and her grip turned white as she held onto had heard a scream when Tyrion was torn from her grip. It was only later that she realized she had been the one screaming. Sansa still held a piece of wine red fabric, the mane of a golden lion still slightly visible.

Sansa stood and peered out the window of the small cabin. They had been on this ship for a week, according to Varys. A week in this room. She gingerly touched the thick brown hair that hung down her back. It would fade soon and her original hair color would return and she hoped they would be in Pentos by then. Pentos. Arya had always been the one who ached for adventure. It didn't matter wher, traveling was something that had never bothered her. Sansa had never been interested in the world beyond Westeros. She loved her country and its history of knights and princess, of beautiful maiden and songs. That had been before. Before Joffrey.

She saw her life like that. There was Before Joffrey, when she had been just an innocent child. There was During Joffrey, when she had suffered at his hands - at the mercy of his whims - and had lived each day in fear. The After Joffrey had only begun and already she was afraid.

"Are you alright, My Lady?"

She jumped.

The Spider.

"Forgive me, My Lord," she whispered. Sansa tightened her arms around her chest.

"I am not a Lord, My Lady," he replied, "And there is nothing for you to be afraid of"

She remembered the men who had been aboard the ship.. Seven men bustling around, laughing heartily. Traders who had never heard of the Lions and the Wolves. They had no interest in the politics of Westeros and had no care in who they ferried as long as they were paid.

"Best not to wander," Varys said, reading her thoughts.

He turned to leave.

"Will...will he wake up?," Sansa whispered.

Her voice was rough from misuse and the raspy sound made her wince.

"Do not worry, Lady Stark, your hu-"

She winced. Again.

"Lord will be fine," he finished somewhat lamely.

"What am I to do now, Varys?"

Varys stared at her for a long moment as the boat to Pentos carried them through the sea. The air was thick and the silence began to grow heavy.

"What you do now, Sansa Stark, is up to you"

He turned away and left the small cabin.

The boat tipped and flew through the water and Sansaclungonto the window as Westeros disappeared.

Been getting a lot of DMS about why the title is changing and that's because of a song I recently heard that reminds me of Sansa and Tyrion

And also because Broken Things just started to sound really sad :( No sadness so...

Fire & Gold XD