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Sansa sat in her cell, crying. It was a dark, dank place and she had not been given any new clothes or allowed to wash herself in days. She had a bucket for her waste, and was given nearly-rotten food. All that paled in comparison to what Joffery had done to her father. Beheaded him, and enjoyed it. Her sister was gone, and she was the mad boy-king's priosner.

The door to her cell opened, and a women in the garb of a courtly servant walked in to her cell. She was carrying a wash basin and one of Sansa's dresses.

"Come on dearie, let's get you cleaned up," she said softly, and soon Sansa was clean of the grime of the cell. She had tried to ask why she was only given a dress - no underthings, no shoes - but then another person entered the cell. He was huge, thick with muscle and fat, and he wore what could only be the clothing of an executioner.

At his apperance, Sansa felt an odd sort of relief. She would walk to a stone block in the Keep's gardens, lay her head down, and it would be over. She stood on shaking legss, as the executioner led her out of the cell. Her heart dropped as she saw the gallows set up, and the large crowd that had gathered.

She would be denied the quiet dignity of a noblewoman's death, and instead be slowly strangled to death like a common whore. Her body would dangle from a rope, until the carrion picked out her eyes. Sansa trembled and fresh tears fell from her face.