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Her world would never be the same. Sansa watched as Joffrey--the embodiment of what the world of King's Landing she had come to know, the evil and hate, the absolute filth--fell from the viewing booth and crashed to the ground, just as Gregor Clegane and Loras Tyrell crashed with lances. Everyone around her, from the Red Queen, the Queen of Thorns, the Queen-to-be, the Old Lion and even Littlefinger himself were in shock. Screams of cheer erupted, but they soon turned to screams of horror when they saw Joffrey lying on the ground in a broken, blood and purple mess.

"We have to go, now."

A hand she did not see in time grabbed her arm and quickly whisked her away as Sansa began to run with the man she then saw to be Petyr Baelish, listening as Cersei screamed in utter horror as she barely noticed Sansa and Littlefinger leave, too worried about her son who was barely squirming on the ground in a choked agony.

"What's going--"

"We have to leave, Sansa."

"Wha--leave? What's going on? What happened to--"

"I--"

Littlefinger cut himself off as the two continued running, and for the first time since she had met him, Sansa saw a look of utter confusion and turmoil brewing on the Mocking Bird's face. But it seemed he wiped it away quickly, looking as though he now knew what to do as he still held her arm tightly.

"I have a ship on Blackwater Bay that can take us far from here. Surely the Lord Tywin will demand the city closed, with nobody able to leave and nobody to enter."

"That still doesn't explain what happened. I saw Joffrey--"

"The King seemed to have lost his balance and has fallen. He could still be alive as we speak. Lady Sansa.."

Lord Baelish turned and stopped, taking Sansa's hands in his own and looking into her Tully blue eyes that showed very little Stark.

"..do you think that, even if His Grace is alive, the one called the Red Queen will let you leave, let alone live for what has happened to her son?"

Sansa shivered at the thought of the Lioness herself, her cold green eyes that are more dangerous than her Lord husband's Wildfire trick on the Blackwater. The world around Sansa seemed to close in tighter than ever before. A wolf backed into the corner, she thought again. She had believed that once before, Benget having said something once where if a wolf is backed into a corner, it will fight with everything it has left until either it is standing alone or amongst a pile of corpses.

Cersei Lannister, she knew, would make not just a pile of corpses in the wake of her wrath, but a mountain.

"No.."

Sansa whispered quietly and Littlefinger nodded, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand in a delicate sort of manner.

"Exactly. It matters not who's innocent or guilty, blood is still coming either way. I can spare you from her vengeance. All you have to do is trust me, Lady Sansa."