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[THE EYRIE THRONE ROOM]
[SANSA enters. LYSA stands looking out the Moon Door.]
"You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?"
[SANSA joins her beside the Moon Door.]
Catelyn stiffened at that. She wanted to believe that Lysa would not hurt Sansa, but she wasn't sure. Her sister had changed and changed in ways she never thought possible. Catelyn didn't know what Lysa would do.
"Do you know how far the fall is?"
"No."
"Neither do I, precisely. Hundreds of feet. It's fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height. The impact breaks them right apart. Like eggs dropped on the floor. Sometimes pieces remain intact. You'll find the head sitting on its own. Every hair is in place. Blue eyes staring at nothing. I know what you did."
"I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa. I never should have hit Robin, I know it."
"Surely she won't push me to my death for that..." Sansa muttered shakily.
"I promise it won't happen"
"Don't be coy with me, you little whore. You kissed him. You kissed Petyr."
"She might for that" Bran muttered.
Sansa stared in disbelief. She would never!
"I didn't. You don't understand."
[LYSA grabs SANSA's forearm.]
"I saw you! You can't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes."
"He kissed me. I pulled away."
"That I can believe," Robb said with a scowl. Baelish had not made it a secret that he held a candle for his mother... and according to all else, by extension his sister.
Sansa almost gagged.
[LYSA grabs SANSA's hair and forces her to lean over the moon door. LYSA pushed SANSA onto her hands and knees.]
"My father, my husband, my sister, they all stood between us and now they're all dead. That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me."
"She's gone fucking mad" Ned growled in anger.
Catelyn shook in her husband's, but not from fear but rage. How dare Lysa do this to Sansa, what gave her the right? If nothing else convinced her that there was no hope for her sister, this did.
[BAELISH enters]
"Lysa! Let her go."
"You want her? This empty-headed child? She's just like her mother. She'll never love you. I lied for you. I killed for you. Why did you bring her here? Why?""You want her? This empty-headed child? She's just like her mother. She'll never love you. I lied for you. I killed for you. Why did you bring her here? Why?"
"I'll send her away. I swear on my life. I swear to all the gods. Let her go, Lysa."
[LYSA cries. She pushes SANSA away from the moon door and begins weeping.]
"Pathetic" Lyanna spat.
[LITTLEFINGER approaches her and hugs her.]
"Oh, my sweet wife. My sweet, silly wife."
[LITTLEFINGER helps LYSA to stand.]
"I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life. Your sister."
[LITTLEFINGER pushes LYSA through the Moon Door. She screams as she falls.]
The suddenness of it caught Catelyn by surprise, but she couldn't bring herself to care for her sister. That woman and that man were the reason Jon Arryn was dead and it all started. How could she feel bad for her after all that, after almost killing her daughter too?
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[Open to the dark, seedy town of Moles Town. Two men walk toward a brothel with smiles on their faces. Inside everyone is happy, drinking, enjoying themselves. One woman is burping a tune]
"The Rains of Castamere!"
"That's the Bear and the Maiden Fair," Sansa said. She'd heard that song enough times for her to know it anywhere. Plus, it was one of her favourites.
"You fucking dick! Same wrong guess every fucking time. Listen, ya cunt."
[Everyone laughs and goes "ooooo". She burps the same tune]
"Oh, The Bear and the Maiden Fair!"
Sansa smiles smuggly. She knew it was that.
It was the smaller things now that the young Stark looked for to keep herself happy, especially with all she'd seen so far.
"There's a man with an ear. Too bad you've got a hangnail for a cock. First time I saw you with your britches down, I thought you were a eunuch! You seen it girls. Like a baby snail peekin' out of his shell."
"Are the smallfolk always so brash?" Joanna questioned with a crinkle of her nose.
"That's what makes them so fun to be around! Always a great time around them" Tyrion said with a grin, cheered up by the fact that future him did have a champion willing to fight for him.
[She laughs and walks toward Gilly]
"Your baby was crying this morning. It waked me up. You hear me?"
"What does she expect? It's a baby!" Lyanna said with a huff. Babies did that all the time because that's all babies could do other than eat, sleep and shit.
Her son probably did that too... and was probably cursed for it by her fucking good sister. Lyanna did not hold it against her because for all she knew, the child was her husband's bastard and there was a stigma about bastards. But still, she couldn't help but be sour about it.
And she couldn't help but curse herself for being so stupid and running away with Rhaegar. Had she just told her family then a lot of shit could have been solved. Her son for one would have grown up loved by his mother.
"I'm sorry he woke you up."
"I don't care if you're sorry. Keep that baby quiet, or I will."
[An owl hoots in the distance]
"Are you listening to me?"
"Shut your mouth."
"What? It's just an owl you dumb bitch."
"No, it's not."
[The owl hoots again. A man walks toward a well and in the reflection it's seen that Styr sliced the man's throat. Tormund is also seen as the Wildlings walk through the town killing everyone. Ygritte is also there. Styr and the Wildlings break into the brothel, continuing their killing spree.]
"They've made it to Moles Town," Ned said grimly.
"It was only a matter of time" Brandon the Elder muttered. "And this is just the smaller army meant to draw the Watch's attention from the greater one."
Brandon leaned over to his brother's ear.
"What do you plan on doing?"
Ned frowned, his face darkening at the thought of what he'd do. He knew the North would never accept the Wildlings, and the Wildlings would never bend their knees to any Lord or Lady, let alone a King. But just leaving them on the other side of the wall meant that they would become fresh numbers for the army of the dead.
"I'm still thinking about it" the Lord of Winterfell finally said.
Brandon leaned back and nodded. He knew it was not an easy decision to make, and he was never so glad to not be the Lord of Winterfell than now.