Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

The news spread through the Red Keep like wildfire. Lord Eddard Stark had confessed to treason.

Sansa sat alone in her chambers, staring at the flickering candlelight, her heart a battlefield of hope and despair. The moment she had long waited for—the moment her father would kneel, confess, and be granted mercy—was finally happening. Tomorrow, he would be allowed to take the black.

She told herself that this was good. That this meant he would live. But deep inside, a hollow ache gnawed at her. The father she knew, the strong and noble Lord of Winterfell, would never have spoken those words. Joffrey had broken him.

She squeezed her eyes shut. It would be over soon.

A sudden muffled noise from outside her door snapped her out of her thoughts. The distant clatter of armor. Then... silence.

Her heart pounded. Had something gone wrong? She stood from her chair, pressing her ear against the door. For a long moment, there was nothing but eerie quiet.

Then, three gentle knocks.

Sansa's breath caught in her throat.

The Black Cells

Ned Stark sat in the darkness, his back against the cold stone wall, his mind clouded with regret. He had played the game, and he had lost. His honor had been bartered for the life of his daughter, and soon, he would be sent to the Wall, stripped of everything he had ever known.

Yet, even in this despair, a part of him held onto the small sliver of hope that his daughters would live. That this sacrifice was not in vain.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor. The dim torchlight flickered, growing brighter as a figure approached.

A shadowed silhouette loomed in front of his cell. A light was shone directly on his face.

Ned squinted, confused, until the light moved, and a face emerged from the darkness.

It was me.

Ned's eyes widened. "You—" his voice rasped, throat dry from weeks of confinement.

I smirked, leaning against the cell door. "So, Lord Stark, how are you doing?"

For the first time in days, the Warden of the North was completely speechless.

The Escape Plan

I stepped forward, unlocking the cell door with practiced ease. "No time for questions, my lord. We need to move. Now."

Ned stared at me, still trying to process what was happening. "How—?"

I gestured for him to stand. "A carriage is ready. We can get you out of King's Landing tonight."

Ned hesitated. "And my daughters?"

I met his gaze. "They are safe. Both of them. They are already waiting for you."

His breath hitched. "Arya?"

I nodded. "She's with Sansa, waiting in the carriage outside the gates. We leave now, or we don't leave at all."

For the first time in weeks, I saw relief wash over Ned Stark's face.

"Let's go."

Through the Shadows

We moved quickly through the underground passages, my contacts ensuring that the patrol guards were 'redirected' elsewhere for the night. Every step was a risk. If we were caught, there would be no mercy—not for me, not for Ned, and certainly not for his daughters.

The cool night air greeted us as we reached the hidden exit near the city gates. A simple carriage stood waiting.

Ned barely had time to take in the sight before a sudden movement caught his attention—

Two figures leapt from the carriage.

"Father!"

Before he could react, Sansa and Arya threw themselves at him, wrapping their arms around his waist.

For a long moment, he could only hold them, overcome with emotion.

"You're safe," Ned whispered, pressing a hand to Arya's hair, the other resting protectively on Sansa's shoulder. "My girls... you're safe."

I gave them a few moments before stepping forward. "We need to go. Now."

Ned looked at me, a lifetime of gratitude in his eyes. He nodded.

The Great Escape

The horses stirred as the carriage lurched forward, rolling down the cobbled road toward the city gates. Every passing moment felt like an eternity. The walls of King's Landing loomed behind us, a fortress of betrayal and bloodshed.

I sat across from Ned and his daughters, watching as Sansa held onto Arya tightly, refusing to let go. Ned's hand rested on Sansa's, grounding her.

They had lost so much. But at least, for now, they still had each other.

The carriage rumbled past the outer walls, the guards none the wiser to what had just transpired.

As we crossed into the open lands, leaving the Red Keep far behind, I exhaled slowly, leaning back against the seat.

Then, in my head, I heard a familiar sound—

Ding.

Task Completed.

A screen appeared before my eyes, displaying the words I had been waiting for.

"Escape from King's Landing: SUCCESS."

I thought to myself

Go fuck yourself.