I have never wrote anything like this before . I only have a High School education, so I am sure there is going to be a ton of grammar mistakes, and sentence structure stuff. I know I need to be more descriptive but go easy on me when reviewing. It has taken me a full year to even think about

putting this on the internet.

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Sandor

Why on Earth would Beric want to come back to this frozen wasteland? Sandor never liked the North, its to cold and barren. The wind was harsh and ripped through his cloak like little frozen daggers. Snow caked the sides of his boots , and everything he had. He didn't want to go North , he didn't believe in the Old Gods or The Seven ,but he believed what he saw in the fire . When he looked into the flames and saw the dead , three dragons flying in the sky,the Night King and the fall of the Wall. It was enough to make any harden warrior shake .

"Winterfell why in hell do we have to go there ?" snarled Sandor. " We need to buy more supplies and let the horses rest. Plus we all could use a good hot meal ,and good nights rest on a straw bed rather than the cold ground . Barked Beric Dondarrion.

He was the current leader of the Brotherhood Without Banners ,nut thier troop had dwindled down to just three of them, most had died at the hands of the Mountain and his men, or just plain froze to death. Freezing to death didn't seem so bad , compared to burning to death. He remembers the pain he felt the night his brother Gregor held his face into the fire over what , a damn toy knight. He instinctively touched the right side of his face, where it had melted together. All that was left was a web of scarred skin. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms , including her couldn't stand to look at him, but the Brotherhood didn't seem to mind physical imperfections. They all have had thier fair share of scars and hell Beric only had one eye left. Seems he didn't have much room to talk about looks . All they cared about was justice and you're fighting ability . Justice , Sandor could care less about, and his fighting ability was well known throughout the kingdoms.

I know why he is so against going there. Replied, Thoros of Myr. The Red Priest was Beric's constant companion , bringing him back to life six times now. Sandor wondered how many more times he could be brought back.

It wouldn't have to do with a woman kissed by fire would it?

Shut your mouth Thoros or next time you speak I will put you on your arse, barked Sandor. Thoros likes to see how far he can push this old dog before he bites. The next time he runs that cunt mouth of his, this dog may just bite. It was true that Sandor wanted to North to the Wall to help fight the dead army, but he had aslo heard rumors that a certain little bird who was now ruling the Winterfell. He hadn't seen her since the Battle of the Blackwater. He went to her room that night smelling of wine and blood hoping that she would go North with him, but ahe seemed terrified of him. Weather it was the sight of him covered in blood and drunk or just him general . So he left his little bird to chance and fled King's Landing.

The journey seemed to fly by. He remembered the first time he came North, it had been summer . Robert was king then and he brought the whole damn court with them. Moving at a snail's pace it seemed to take forever to get there.Having to stop and every inn along the way .

This time they rode at a hard pace every day. He slept in the saddle when he could and he hardly noticed as the Kingswood melted into the Trident , into the Neck and finally into the barren lands of the North.

As they moved closer to Winterfell he started to feel anxious and jittery for no reason at all this was not like him . After all he was a war harden solider he had seen men with half their entrials hanging out on the battlefield and it never bothered him. Maybe Thoros was right his new feelings came from the thought of a she wolf kissed by fire. His mind wondered back to the time in King's Landing when he saved her from being raped, and gave her his white cloak. Deep down he wanted to stop the beatings and the humiliation the king put her through, and kill everyone else who had done her wrong . Also he was the Lannister's loyal dog and any interference from him would result in Joffery having both thier heads on a spike. He wanted to be the knight she always spoke of, he may not have a pretty face or know pretty words but he could kill and he could protect. He never thought much of vows,but he decided the next time he saw Sansa Stark regardless of circumstances he would vow to protect her, if she would have him.

All the hard riding finally paid off and they arrived at the gates of Winterfell. The massive metal gates slowly opened up, allowing them access to what was once one of the mightiest castles in the seven kingdoms . Into the courtyard they rode, and they quickly dismounted and looked for someone to take thier horses to the stables. Meanwhile, they looked around at all the Northmen buliding bigger stables and replacing inner stone walls , filling store houses .Sandor couldn't believe the progress Sansa was making on the castle ,considering the circumstances. Winter is coming , and a chill went down spine as he said her house words . Thisbmaybe an endless wonter if tjey don't find a way to kill the undead army. Rumors had spread all over th north about the Battle of the Bastards , and all the things the Boltons had done to the North. Any surviving men still loyal to House Stark had bee. called to Winyerfell to deal with The Knight King.

They didnt have to look far to find Lady Stark she was talking to the blacksmith across the courtyard. At a closer look Sandor realized it was the Bartheon bastard,Genery. He was tall and muscular, broad shoulders with blue eyes , an exact image of Robert Bartheon.

She was as beautiful, as she had been in the Red Keep, but something was different about her. She was grown up, he hair was still a vibrant red, it was long and in a braid that fell down her back. She wore her dresses in the northern style , thick and warm with fur around the shoulders . The dress was simple and dark with a embroidered wolf on it .

Gods, she was so beautiful , he thought. She was taller , and had distinct curves. He didnt know what to say, so he let Beric do all the talking.

" Lady Stark Beric Dondarrion , Thoros, and Sandor Clegane at your service.

We came to buy supplies from you if you have any to spare . " he questioned.

"We dont have much Ser, but you are welcomed to buy or trade with us. The grain stores are across the yard to the right. One of my bannermen is on gaurd there , tell him that I have granted your request. " she replied.

Sandor could tell she was using the same voice she used to chirp her pretty words with. "Thank you milady we are very greatful . "

"Sandor Clegane." She called in a very cold voice that he never heard come from those lovely lips.

"My lady". He stated in a raspy voice . "What brings you to Winterfell?" By the looks of your companions you have been traveling for quite sometime ." A small smile was hidden in the corners of her mouth and he caught a glimpse of it .

It thrilled him so to see a little smile on her face. Coming here might not have been a bad idea he thought.

"Aye milady we were just stopping in to resupply , heading to the wall to join the fight." he answered.

She was so close he could smell those expensive oils that she loved to bathe in. Lavender and lemons she always smelled that way in King's Landing and he was surprised it was still her signature scent.

"You will do no such thing until you have had a hot meal and a goodnights rest .

As the Lady of Winterfell it's my job to take of the people in any way I can. "

she replied sternly and walked off toward the great hall.

This caught Sandor completely off guard, did she just invite me to stay and eat with her people ? There is no way a beautiful woman such as Sansa Stark would ever willing invite a dog like him to dinner. Surely she had made a mistake and meant to say get your supplies and get out of my castle. Without anothet word he turned on his heel and fowllowed her to the great hall. He was thankful to get out of the cold and have a chance to fill his stomach, with Beric riding the little partybhard there was rarely time to stop and warm up thier food.

A great wave of warmth poured out of the great hall for once he was looking foward to seeing a roaring fire. There men and few lords already sitting at tables waiting for thier food. Most already had few cups of ale. He looked around for Beric and Thoros who somehow managed to grab a table right below the lords. This must be Thoro's way of poking fun of him , or a way to make him face Sansa Stark. Either way he decided he was going to eat his meal quickly and then find a bed to rest.

At the head of the tables were the royal siblings Sansa, Arya , and Bran. It was amazing how different Sansa looked from the other two Starks. She had her mother's fire colored hair and her Tully blue eyes , and a foot taller than the other ones. The littlest she wolf was of short stature with brown shoulder length hair and dark eyes , they showed no emotion yet they watched everyone around the room as if suspecting something to go wrong. It was the look that any trained soilder would have on duty at a feast. He wondered what had happened to her since thier last meeting, when she left him to die in the Vale.

The kitchen maids brought out the food setting plates down before the Starks , the Northern Lords then to the rest of men. His concern now was on the food and how empty his stomach really was.

The hall was noisy as everyone including the Starks began to eat. Sansa gkanced at him more than she should have. Wonder if anyone else noticed the frequent glances she was shooting his way.

Seems the Lady has eyes for Clegane as well, stated Thoros dinking his ale. Why would something that lovely waste time looking at an old dog, he barked as he began to tear apart his meat . He couldn't tell of it was chicken pheasant as the grease ran down his chin either way it was delicious. He wiped the grease away with the back of his hand while ignoring Thoros .

Seems the Lady may have a desire to talk with you, remarked Beric.

Yea well what makes you say that, downing his ale.

I heard rumors from the men that Lady Stark has been lookinh for you. She had been sending messages throughout the North asking if anyone had seen you. So she gave orders to stop every riding party to be checked, and then sent on there way.