Sansa woke from her nightmare; her hair matted back with sweat, her breathing ragged, and her entire body shaking with fear. It had been another dream about Joffrey. It seemed he was the only thing that entered her dreams lately, and though she prayed to the gods for mercy, she found none in slumber. Wrapping her cloak around her small frame she paced her room. Should she go to him? Would he even allow her to speak to him? Could she even find him in the castle? She must. When he was with her is was the closest she felt to safety.

Sansa opened her door that led into the long and dark hallway, and peered thought the crack looking for any possible danger. Joffrey no longer posted a knight at her door at night; he no longer cared if she was dead or alive. Ever since the murder of her father she felt nothing but hate towards Joffrey, and sometimes not even Sansa cared if she was to live or die.

Being held at King's Landing was much more painful than death. At least she would not be beaten, and kept from her family in death. At least she could see her father again. Sansa pushed those thoughts aside as she climbed stairs that lead to one of the castle's towers. She had once heard him talking about how much he liked the tower because most others in court stayed away. Sansa knew she shouldn't be aloe and wandering about the castle at these hours; it was dangerous. But she had to see him. She had to see The Hound.