Running Through The Woods - Sandor Clegane

Chapter 19

"We are almost there, Stranger." I patted his mane, a shiver run down my spine, and I wrapped Sandor's cloak tighter around my body. The cloak wasn't warm enough and my skin started to turn blue.

Stranger ran as fast as he can and eventually the gate of Castle Black could be seen. The steel gate rose as I come closer. "I want Jon Snow!" I yelled, the courtyard was full of Night Watch members. One member came closer, but Stranger neighed and almost kicked him. "Bring me, Jon Snow!"

An old man stared at me as he sent a young boy, my hood covered my face and my breathing slowed. Soon the boy came back and Jon was behind him. "What business do you have?" Jon asked.

I struggled to climb off of Stranger and dropped my hood. Jon's face went in shock when he saw me but soon smiled, hugging me tightly. "I thought I will never see you again."

"And I, you, Snow."

"Y/n you skin, it is freezing and your lips are blue." Just as he said that I shivered more causing my legs to give in. Jon caught me before I fell, yelling at his brothers to get a maester. "Jon-" He shushed me, as he carried me somewhere and I blacked out.

"When will she wake Maester Aemon?" I heard Jon. There were other voices but they were muffled in my ears. My body was warm for the first time in weeks and it took everything in me to open my eyes. The dreams I had were about my life, how I left my father and ended up in Winterfell.

Ned Stark, Sansa, and a few of his guards were in the town, doing business I assume. Sansa was merely a few years of age, running around and doing what children did best. I arrived there a few days before and was starving, I stole a loaf of bread and run when the baker saw me. Behind me, the baker yelled. "Thief! Thief!"

I tried my best to run fast, but my muscles ached and stopped when I heard a small scream. Passing an alleyway I saw a group of men with armor on, surrounding a little girl, her face red like her hair and her eyes full of tears. Without thinking twice I threw the bread against the head of a man with shoulder-length brown hair.

"What do you think you are doing girl?" He started to move toward me, but I picked up a wooden panel and hit him in the nose. I heard a crack and smirked. The other armor men charged me and one by one I struck them down.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Touch you?" I bend down in front of the girl, wiping her tears away. Footsteps made their way into the alley, an oldish man with grey whiskers and another with a stone-cold face stood in front of me and the redhead.

"You will not touch her!" The young man looked at the unconscious men laying on the ground. "Are they dead?" Whiskers asked.

"None of them are dead, that one's nose is broken for sure. Now leave." I said, pointing my wooden weapon to them and pushing her behind me.

"Sansa come here." The girl smiled as she ran to the stone-cold man and he picked her up in his arms. "Dada." She hugged him. Both men stared at me as I stood still, keeping the panel up high.

"Why did you beat my men?" Her father asked.

"I thought they were going to take her and use her."

"Do you not know who she is? Or who he is, girl?!" I shook my head no. Why would I?

"I am Lord Eddard Stark and this is my daughter Sansa. She was in no harm, I asked my guards to fetch her when she ran."

"I apologize my lord I did not know." I dropped the piece of wood and shivered as the wind blew past. "You are not from here, are you child?"

"How did you know, M'lord?"

"You did not recognize me nor my daughter and your clothes aren't warm enough for Winterfell, even if it is summer. Now tell me, who are you?" Lord Stark waited for an answer so did Whiskers.