A dream of peace

by Selina666

This story follows the events of boook 5 of the Song of Ice and fire series. at least, as much of it as I could find in wikipedia. The bold before the chapter contains spoilers from book 5, and there will be references to all the books throughout the story. You have been warned. Follows the POVs of many characters including the hound, Sansa, Arya, and more. Hope you like!

1. SANSA

AUTHORS NOTE

So, being the impatient fool that I am I finished the first four books and itched for about a week because I wanted to read the upcoming 5th book. But low and behold I am once again left without the next book in a series I am addicted to, so what do I do? I read as much about this 5th book online as I can. Now here's the confusing part, this fan fiction is not about the 5th book, but the 6th! So here is a little back story to help you with this part. I will be following the layout of the books in that each chapter will be from a different character POV, the first being Sansa because well, I love her story.

Be warned, this story contains information from the 5th book. SPOILER ALERT

Sansa in the 4th book was forced to marry Tyrion Lannister. They never consummated their marriage. Upon the death by poison of King Joffrey (which Sansa unwittingly aided in) she was snuck away to the Vayle and given the alias Alayne Stone, dying her hair black to hide her most prominent Tulley feature. There she was once again forced into an engagement with Robert, her aunt Lysa's sickly son. Events unfolded, Lord Baelish Married Lysa then conspired to kill her, eventually succeeding. Sansa discovered that Baelish intended to marry her, effectively becoming the Lord of Winterfell. And based on this, my story begins.

SANSA

Sansa urged her horse on, a look of concentration and determination on her pretty face. She could not remember the last time she had smiled. Her hair, freshly re-dyed black was braided behind her so it wouldn't fly in her face as she fled the Vayle. Lord Baelish had at last revealed his true colors, unveiling an intricate scheme to marry her after her Aunts death in order to become lord of Winterfell. Sansa had decided that she had finally had enough of these political marriages. It took several weeks, but there were people in the Vayle that loved her, and she managed to get a horse and enough provisions to get her to another city. Now it was up to the Gods whether or not the girl could outrun her fate. Gods she sneered silently, shaking her head. The gods had not saved her from Joffrey's abuse and humiliation at kings landing, the gods had not saved her father from losing his head, the gods had not saved her siblings and mother from their grisly fates, and the gods had not saved her this time either. She knew her father would have been angry to hear such thoughts from her, who had prayed with him in the godswood. But father isn't here anymore, no one is here. You are alone. The thought hit her like a bucket of icy water, and she allowed herself to feel refreshed. She may not be out of the woods yet, but at last she was the closest to free she had ever been. Of course she loved and mourned her family, and hated the people that took them from her. But her days of crying herself to sleep were over. Tears had not saved her and they would not bring her family back.

She rode for days, stopping for water and rest only when she had to. It was hard, but this was what her allies at the Vayle had told her she must do. After several days and no sign of pursuit she was sure that her ploy had succeeded. One of her fine dresses had been torn and bloodied with the blood of a goat, and the body of a young girl had been dressed in it and burned. Sansa remembered seeing the girl in the days before she passed away of some illness. She had been about the same age as Sansa, with black hair. Her Allies ensured her that the body would not be distinguishable from her own once burned and buried. She had doubted them, but the proof was in her lack of pursuit. If they had already found the body, and came to the conclusion that it was a set up, they would be hot on her trail. But when Sansa looked behind her, she saw nothing but land and sky.

Sansa was not sure where she was going. Her father had once said, when you are lost, walk straight until you find running water, then follow the water home. Of course, he had been referring to the small streams in the forests around Winterfell, not the great rivers. But this advice stuck with her. Towns were built near running water, so if she followed the water she would find a town. She was not sure what she would do once she reached the town. The name Sansa was not safe, nor her alias Alayne Stone. As much as it hurt her pride, she knew she must keep a bastard name, for that would draw the least amount of attention. She could remember her lessons about the bastards, which she had been taught the first time she asked her father about her bastard half brother John. She remembered Arya being there as well. Arya had stood and declared in her insolent way that she would want to be a bastard of the Stormlands because she would rather her last name be Storm than be a bastard of the Reach and be called Flowers. Sansa chuckled, remembering the way Arya had spit the word Flowers as though it were a curse or something disgusting. Of course, she had refused to say she liked any of the names, claiming she would sooner die than live with a bastard name. Arya had pulled her hair and screamed at her for it, and the subject had never come up again. Sansa's heart ached thinking of her little sister, and it was this ache that made her decide what her new name was to be. She would carry her sister with her and take the name Nymeria Storm.