In the room where Sansa had previously been confined, she and Jeyne Poole were washing up. As soon as Viserys had taken the Red Keep, Varys had led them out of the secret passage and back to this room.
Her feelings were tangled beyond measure. On the one hand, she took immense satisfaction in House Lannister's downfall. After all, they had murdered her father, imprisoned her, separated her from her family, and subjected her to endless humiliation.
King's Landing had changed hands. The Targaryen banner, a red dragon on black, now flew outside, seemingly marking the end of her old suffering. But just a moment ago, Targaryen men had come to take Varys away and told them to prepare for an audience with the Dragonlord.
That was the other side of it: she was filled with apprehension about Viserys, the Targaryen Dragonlord she knew only through her sister's letters and rumors.
She felt that her sister Arya was still too young, after all, and the rumors circulating outside were hardly reliable. Rumors had played some part in her father Eddard's death, so she believed none of them could be trusted.
Besides, Viserys was the son of Aerys, the Mad King. She had heard far too many stories about House Targaryen's madness. The Sansa of this moment was nothing like the girl who had prayed for the Targaryens in her room earlier.
"Sansa, are you all right?" Jeyne Poole asked, her voice trembling when she noticed Sansa's worried expression. Although she was a little older than Sansa, she was far more timid.
Sansa forced a reassuring smile, though her own palms were slick with cold sweat.
"Don't be afraid, Jeyne," she said, though her voice sounded somewhat strained. "Lord Varys said His Majesty Viserys would protect us. Besides, Arya said before