Hours ter, inside the Red Keep, Sansa wept alone in her bed for what seemed like forever. It was really the only pce she could do it so none of her tormentors could see her weakness. They had lied about letting her father go, and because she believed them, now his name was forever tainted as a traitor. It felt so painful seeing her father's head on a spike as Joffrey gloated, forcing her to look, like some kind of sick game. She really wanted to jump from the castle walls while dragging him with her in revenge, but the Hound stopped her.

  Alone in the darkness of her room, she revisited her memories with her family. All the grief made her seek comfort in the echoes of Winterfell's memory. Her mind then drifted back to the magic box and the sorcerer that warned her about Joffrey. If only she hadn't been so foolish back then.

  The thought that maybe the box could save her nagged at the back of her mind ever since her father's arrest and her sister's disappearance, only strengthening when her friend vanished. But her faith in the gods and naive belief that everything would be alright had kept her from investing in anything.

  Now, though, she had seen how the gods did nothing when her father was executed for crimes he didn't commit right on the Sept's steps. They did nothing when she prayed for her sister to return or for a charming knight to save her from the Lannisters, returning her to Rob.

  And so, in the darkness, she got off her bed to find the box. She didn't bother to light a candle or move too loudly for fear of attracting the guards outside. Since Jeyne vanished, her room was searched, and any hidden exits blocked, with more eyes on her from servants and guards to prevent her escape. The box itself was hidden in the back of her dressing table, along with a bunch of others that held various jewelry and makeup. It was best to blend in rather than have some cleaner find it and grow curious. She traced the outline of the wolf patterned box in the dark making sure she had the correct one before slipping silently back into her bed.

  It was still a completely empty and unassuming wooden box, so much so that she doubted herself for a bit before trying to get it to help. She must've looked like a madwoman if anyone could see her whispering her pleas to an empty box. When that didn't work, she tried feeling for any secret switch or puzzle that would reveal any magic, but that also came up useless. She was about to give up and try to sleep when one of the eyes on the wolf pattern glowed faintly in the dark. Before thinking, her finger pushed the eye, and in a blur, she was sitting in a small white room filled with light but without candles. There were no doors, only an empty metal table and two chairs. The empty chair suddenly had the same sorcerer she met that night in it, She nearly leapt into the air with how abruptly he appeared.

  "Hi, it's been a while since we've met. Have you decided to come to my fantasy pace across the sea?" he spoke simply.

  "I'm very sorry, Lord. I don't think you've introduced yourself, and I can't just call you my prince or lord all the time." She hid her emotions as she talked, just as she did with the Lannisters; this was no time to show her pain.

  He smiled and straightened up in a way that she had to admit was quite handsome, nothing like the forced smile of Joffrey. "Yes, my apologies; I am Prince Gojo Satoru of Britannia, a collection of small isnds in the west."

  She smiled at his proper noble demeanor before getting to her most important questions. "You gave me this box but didn't tell me anything about it, only speaking about Joffrey. If you knew about him, couldn't you have spoken more or at least told father something?"

  He nodded calmly. "Even if I had expined it, you likely wouldn't have touched it due to your faith and strong religious upbringing, and as for speaking more, I had no interest. My main goal was your chastity, not cleaning up after your father's mistakes." Her hand gripped her dress tightly under the table at his st words; her anger and frustration bubbled over, and she shouted at him.

  "He didn't make any mistakes; it was the Lannisters that caused all this!" Her eyes reddened, but she held back her tears. He didn't move to comfort her like a respectable lord should have, and she thought of Joffrey; maybe he was just like him. It was only after she regained her composure that she spoke again. "Forgive me, my lord; I acted in a way unbecoming of a dy." He nodded slightly in forgiveness as he motioned for her to continue. "I believe you somehow snuck my friend out of the castle. Would you be able to help me as well?"

  He nodded. "Yes, I currently have your friend, your sister, and both of your wolves."

  She didn't know what to say...

  "Lady was executed by father."

  He nodded again. "I liked Lady's funny reactions when we first met, so I went out of my way to save her with magic. As for your sister, I fully intend to court her when she's much older, and leaving her to wander the Seven Kingdoms until she's older would have likely given her severe mental problems. It's a simir situation with your friend."

  She was honestly a bit at a loss after he expined everything; it was quite relieving to know they were free from King's Landing, but it was a bit strange how easygoing he was about it all. "I see, then I must thank you on behalf of my sister and myself. No matter the intention, it's good to know they are safe." She smiled genuinely and continued, while trying her best to imitate her mother. "I would like to arrange my marriage contract between House Stark and Britannia."

  "So I take it my bride-to-be will need a valiant knight to rescue her from the clutches of the evil king?" He had a wide smile that made her heart flutter.

  "Yes, if that's possible."

  "Of course, I'll make it spectacur, but before that, you should know what you're getting into. Britannian culture is quite different from the Seven Kingdoms, after all. Essentially, the king traditionally takes multiple wives from the imperial academy among the noble daughters of Britannia; only those that are deemed excellent can hope to get the position, but I've changed it to include foreigners as well. Also, unlike Westeros, when you're considered a woman by first bleeding in Britannia, you need to be 18 years old. Furthermore we likely won't speak again until you reach that age as it's considered improper to groom someone who hasn't fully developed."

  " That's shocking! I don't want to wait until I'm that old to get married; wouldn't it be better to start sooner? Also, could I send ravens to my family from Britannia?"

  He smiled again. 'Nope, I'm not interested in raising kids. Yes, you will be able to tell your family now. Wait for me tomorrow; I have to put on a show.' With that, the white room and the Prince disappeared like smoke, leaving her to get the best sleep she's had in a while.