Sansa panted in sheer terror as the dagger dug painfully into her throat. She pleaded with her eyes helplessly at the three figures staring in shock and fear. Littlefinger twisted the dagger, drawing a drop of blood that trickled uselessly down her throat. Warm tears streamed down her face endlessly as she whimpered. This was it, it was her time.

"Don't do this" Tyrion, her husband begged, eyes dancing between her and the man behind her. His green eye was filled with rage whilst the black looked at her with love and panic. She hated seeing him so distressed; her strong husband.

Sansa's eyes flickered to Ghost who was inching forward from his masters side in order to protect her.

She heard Littlefinger hiss from behind her, "Order your beast back, Snow, or I will maim her before I kill her"

Sansa trembled and her breath hitched in fear. She saw the agony and pain painted clearly on Tyrion's face. She tried to send him a smile for comfort but he simply swallowed.

"Enough of this. Release her. Now" The Queen's voice rang with authority but it was too late for that. He had gone mad. Daenerys Targaryen's purple eyes were pure steel as they promised dark vengeance but it was too late for her now. She was a goner.

Sansa looked towards her high windows and saw the first licks of dawn appearing on the horizon. The sun began to light up the dense streets of Kings Landing. Sansa knew this was her time. Her life had been too wonderful as of late. It had two years since her dreaded escape from the Vale when her brother Jon and husband had appeared to rescue her with the dragon Queen. She had been forced to wed Littlefinger a sennight before and been crowned queen of the North, Riverlands and Vale with him as her king when they finally arrived. She shivered remembering the awful time being in his bed. She had been stripped of her titles and moved to Kings Landing with Jon and her husband. After Harry and Littlefinger, Tyrion was a huge relief and a joy to be married to. After all the pain and hardships she had been through his quick wit and affectionate behaviour was like a balm healing her soul. She truly loved him with every fibre of her being.

Sansa's eyes flickered down to her stomach and thought about the young babe that had quickened within her. She had not had the opportunity to tell Tyrion and now she never would. She gulped as more tears streamed down her face at the thought.

Sansa's eyes sought the Queens and gave her a weak smile. Dany's eyes filled with tears and Sansa's heart wept for her best friend who was seemingly invincible in such pain. Sansa had never had a truer friend than Daenerys Targaryen.

Next, her eyes met her brothers – her cousin in actuality but despite being now known as a Targaryen he would always be her brother. A true Stark – and she whispered a goodbye to him and saw his grey eyes twitch in panic and sorrow.

Finally, she looked at her husband. Her small, deformed but utterly beautiful husband Tyrion. She let all the gratitude and love she had for him shine in her eyes as she mouthed, 'I love you' one last time.

"If I can't have you no one will" Littlefinger hissed as the blade drew across her throat.

Sansa faintly heard the shouts and screams ringing in her ears but her eyes were focused on her husbands before everything went black.