Another chapter for part 2.

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What do you remember?

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Sandor left Sansa in her cabin that night, soon after he went to see her. He could not bare being in the same room with her without being to touch her as he did or kiss her as she once enjoyed. It was the next morning he saw Ulric bringing her up on deck; they would soon be reaching land. Sansa looked refreshed, but still concerned, "Ulric, he would certainly send men after me."

Sandor walked up behind them, "I doubt it. He would want to get you himself." Sansa turned quickly and smiled, "Hound! I was expecting you to escort me this morning, but Ulric was already waiting for me. Do you mind walking me around the ship until we get to port?" Sandor nodded his head and he took her arm from Ulric, giving him a look while thinking, back off you fucking kidnapper.

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Sandor walked Sansa to the front of the ship and she sighed as she looked out into the water. Sandor looked down at her, taking notice of the wind blowing her red hair back and her powder blue dress shifting. She looked up at him, "Why are you here?" Sandor spoke quickly, "What do you remember?" Sansa frowned, "I have asked you a question first!" He chuckled, "Alright, little bird. I'm here to find you and take you home." Sansa nodded, "You've told me that. What made you leave Joffrey's side to come find a foolish child such as myself?"

Sandor shifted from one foot to the other, "I ain't proud of sitting by and watching you get beaten. Those memories still haunt me to this day." Sansa bowed her head, "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. So shall I answer your question?"

She leaned against the bannister of the ship and shook her head, "I do not remember much. All I remember is the battle in Kings Landing and then Stannis coming to take me away." Sandor's scarred side of his face twitched, "You do not recall before that?" Sansa shrugged, "I remember everything before then. I remember my fathers death, I remember the beatings; I still have the scars to remind me everyday." Sandor snorted, "You and I have a lot in common then."

Sansa had never felt so at ease with the Hound before and she wondered why. She watched as his hands gripped the bannister until his knuckles turned white and her eyes gazed up at his face while his attention was towards the land they were coming to. Sandor watched her from the corner of his eye and saw her looking at him, believing he could not see her stare. Sandor went to move his hand to hers, but she gasped suddenly, "Ser Bronn!" Both Bronn and Sandor turned to look at Sansa and she walked to Bronn with a smile on her face, which made Bronn smile, "Hello, Lady Sansa." He bowed before her and she laughed, "What are you doing here? Did you leave Kings Landing with the Hound to find me?"

"Something like that." He looked at Sandor who shook his head, "We're coming into port. Grab your things, little bird." Both Ulric and Bronn caught her blush as she ran off to her cabin.

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Jon sat in the dining hall with Arya, Gendry, Meg and the others as they ate their breakfast. As he chewed on his food, he read letters from neighboring lands, but he almost choked when he saw one from Sandor and Bronn. He ripped it open and read aloud, "Snow, your sister has been found and is safe with us. She has been cursed by the red witch and cannot remember the events following the battle of blackwater; hence she cannot remember she is Queen. Please take care of Winterfell accordingly; our first stop will be Kings Landing." Jon placed down the letter and sighed, "She is safe." Arya frowned, "Safe? How is one that lost their memory of major events safe? So she thinks Joffrey is still alive?" Jon nodded and thought for a moment. He looked at his siblings, and saw a distressed Bran, "Bran, perhaps you should go to your chambers. You've been sickly."

Bran had been sick, it is true. He had been told to stay in bed, but insisted on joining them for meals. Bran nodded, "Hodor, please?" Hodor came over from the door and lifted his friend in his arms, caring him out." Meg frowned sadly, "Poor child. Perhaps when Sansa returns, his spirits will lift and he will be able to fight off what he has?" Jon smiled, "Perhaps." Jon looked over at Arya and Gendry, who were sitting close together, whispering to each other. He watched as his younger sister giggled and whispered into his ear; Jon was happy to see such love from Arya. Jon smiled and leaned over to grab his last letter, which he read to himself,

Lord Snow,

It is known across the lands that your youngest sister, Lady Arya Stark is now of an age to be betrothed. In order to bring our lands together as one, I suggest she be betrothed to the house of Tyrell or Lannister. Each house is worthy and great. You should as well consider a betrothed. You have 2 weeks to respond to my letter.

His royal highness,

Tommen Baratheon.

Jon snorted at the letter and looked at Arya, who was still giggling with Gendry. His gaze may have lasted too long, when Meg placed her hand on his arm, "Jon, are you alright?" Jon looked at her and tucked the letter away, "I am well."

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As they walked from the Port, Bronn and Ulric went off to get the horses they had left behind. Sansa removed the shawl she had on her shoulders, "The weather has changed so fast. Only a few weeks ago during the battle, it was cold as winter." Sandor went to respond, but when he looked down at Sansa, she was pale and her hand laid on her neck. Her furrowed his brow, "You alright, girl?" Sansa shook her head and quickly ran to the water, where the contents of her breakfast came up. Sansa was sick for only a moment and when she lifted her head, she looked at Sandor, "Pardon me, I don't usually get sick on the sea. I am not sure why..." He grumbled,

"No use getting upset over this. Come on, once we're on the road to Kings Landing.."

Sansa frowned, "Kings landing? Why are we going back there?" Sandor had forgotten that she believed Joffrey alive. Sansa backed away from him, "You have come to bring me back! You lied to me!" Sansa went to run from him, but he grabbed her wrist, "Little bird, calm yourself. It is not what you believe. You have nothing to fear, no one will hurt you!" Sansa cried out from his grip on her wrist and Bronn came running over, "What is going on here?" Sandor did not remove his hand from her person and looked at him, "She is scared. I told her we were leaving to go to Kings Landing." Sansa huffed and looked at Bronn, "He is going to return me to Joffrey! You were in on this too! Where is Ulric? I want Ulric!" Others in the port were beginning to look at them and frown, before Ulric came over with a small vile, "Sansa, drink this."

Sandor still had a grip on her wrist and she whimpered, "Ulric, I don't want that. Please, have him let go."

At the sound of her scared voice, he dropped her wrist like it was a hot piece of meat and he backed away from her, watching as she grabbed onto Ulric. He looked at that man who Sansa was holding onto and growled, "You tread in rough waters." Ulric snorted, "We have no time for foolishness. Sansa, take this and drink it. I promise, you will be fine." Sansa eyed all three and when her eyes feel upon Sandor, she watched him turn away and walk towards the horses. She nodded and drank the contents, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her body going limp; Ulric caught her as she fell. He carried her over to where Sandor and Bronn sat upon the horses. Sandor saw the limp Sansa and he felt his stomach twist in a knot,

"What did you do?" Ulric lifted her so she was in Sandor's lap, "I gave her a sleeping drought. She will awake; although due to certain circumstances, she may not be happy to be in your arms, so we will travel as fast and far as we can before she wakes." Sandor looked to Ulric and in a low voice whispered, "You do not speak of things you don't know about."

As they rode towards Kings Landing, Sandor kept looking down at his little bird, who would groan in her sleep and grasp onto his armor. He took notice of the light bruise on her neck, most likely from Stannis, and the bruise he had yet again left on her wrist. He looked up at Ulric, who was looking straight ahead and he rode up to him. Ulric looked at Sandor and then Sansa in his lap, "How does the Lady do?" Sandor looked at him, "Listen to me boy, you may be like me and act like me, but I swear to you if you touch my wife, I will kill you." Ulric chuckled and shook his head, "Sansa Stark is a confused child with her memory lost. As of right now, she is not your wife. Once we reach King's Landing and Tommen and yourself explain the past events, she will be your wife again. Do not threaten me for you have nothing to worry about. The only thing I would worry about if I were you, is if she will be pleased to be your wife."

Ulric stopped his horse, as did Sandor and Bronn stopped behind them, watching the exchange, "I meant no harm, your grace." Sandor gave a huff and whispered, "I know I have to receive her love again. She will remember and her love for me will come back." Ulric nodded, "I agree." He snapped the reins and his horse moved forward on the dirt road once more, the others soon following. Sandor took a deep breath and spoke to himself, "Gods, I hope she remembers."

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I know, you are thinking that Sansa is terrified of Sandor, but do not worry...things will change soon enough!