Sansa's POV
We arrived earlier than I thought we would, given that our job was mostly to clean up after everything was done. But the chief had made it clear—we had to be on standby from the beginning so we could clear the place immediately once it was over.
This was the first time I had been anywhere outside the palace since I got there.
And for a brief moment, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
Not entirely, though.
Because of all places… It had to be my funeral.
The thought sat heavily in my chest as I stepped down, my eyes taking in the building in front of us. It was a church—tall, quiet, and solemn, with its doors already wide open as if it had been waiting for us.
I had hoped that when I went to bed, I would wake up and everything would turn out to be a bad dream.
I had hoped.
But here I was… living it.
A quiet sigh left my lips as I made my way inside with the others.
