So many ideas going through my head...blah! Enjoy!

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A new king

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He promised her. He promised her.

That was all Sansa kept thinking as she rode in silence with the others. She took time on the saddle to think to herself and of why they were going back to King's Landing if she was to go home.

Joffrey has been dead for nearly a year.

Has he been? If so, why can she not remember? The Lannisters were not ones to give up their playthings. Sansa looked to the trees as she felt the stinging of tears in her eyes when she thought of her being a plaything to Cersei and Joffrey. The pretty little dove who could never fly away; they had clipped her wings. But Stannis..No! Was it really Sandor who took her away and helped her heal those clipped feathers? Sansa looked at Sandor who was eating a piece of fruit while riding his Stranger. She had always cared of his safety and it seemed he cared for hers in return. He was the one who watched out for her from a distance, but there was always that look he had in his eyes. A look of lust when she was stripped in front of the council or when he saved her from the mob.

That cold floor is all she could remember at that moment. She could smell the blood and dirt on her, but when he looked down at her and she up at him, she saw it for a brief moment; he could have taken her there and then. Her bodice was open at that moment from the attempt of the mob, but he still brought his hand down to hers and lifted her over his shoulder like she was just a small child. Yes, she remembered those times and yet at that moment while riding her white mare, she wished she had said more to him during those moments. But could it be that he cared for her in a way he only knows how to show?

Sansa looked down at her wrist and saw the bruise and brushed it with her fingers. What is he to me? And why can I not remember? Sansa jumped when she heard a voice, "My Lady?" She looked up and saw all three of them looking at her, "Yes, Ulric?"

He dismounted with the others, "We are outside the city by a few miles and should be there near night fall. We are resting." Sansa nodded and Sandor came over to help her dismount. She felt a blush grow across her chest and up to her neck as he placed his large hands on her waist and lifted her with ease from the horse, placing her down softly on the ground. Sandor look down at her, "You gave us quite a fright. We had called you several times." Sansa smiled, "Pardon. My mind has been else where." Sandor kept one hand on her waist and felt it to be thinner, "Have you eaten much?" She shook her head and he passed her a piece of bread and fruit, "This should fill you until we reach the castle. Then we'll get a proper meal in ya." Sansa nodded and thanked Sandor before walking from him and towards the others.

As she sat with Bronn and he spoke with her about his travels through King's Landing, Sansa found herself sneaking looks at Sandor, who was sitting with Ulric. But when he felt her gaze and returned the stare, she found she could not take her eyes away from him. She took one last bite from her bread and when she looked back up at him, her head began to pound which made her grab it with her hand...

She remembered being pulled by her hand to a clearing in the woods. Sandor turned back and looked at her, with a smirk on his face. She then saw him open his palm in front of her, holding the locket, "It's not much, but its for your name day." She heard herself thank him and then he bent forward, kissing her forehead.

Sansa's heart fluttered and she gasped for air when she opened her eyes once more. She found herself looking up at the sky and then a face came into view; it was Sandor. She went to speak, but she hushed her, "Don't talk, little bird. You almost cracked your head when you fell from your seat." Bronn came into view and Sansa realized her head was resting on someone's lap, "Sansa, what in gods name happened?" She shook her head and slowly sat up, "I don't know. I only looked at Sandor for a moment and my head began to pound-" She stopped when she felt her meals contents coming up and she leaned to her side before losing her last meal. Sandor held her hair back and Ulric ran over, "We have to get her to King's Landing as soon as possible. Sansa has been sick since before I left her on Dragonstone." Sansa shook her head, "It is my nerves, Ulric. Please, don't fuss over me."

Once the group dispersed and Sansa was once again on her feet Sandor help her mount Lady, "We have to keep moving to get you in the castle by nightfall."

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The sun was about to set across Westeros and Jon decided that he and Meg would go and visit the wolf pups and Ghost in the barn. Arya walked the halls of Winterfell looking for Jon and she came upon his solar. She knocked on the door and glanced inside to find it empty. She knew she was not allowed to be in there without Jon, but a folded up letter on his desk peaked her interest so she made her way to the desk and opened it.

She read the contents with a sore heart and threw it down before running out of his solar and towards the doors that would lead outside.

Jon watched as Meg played with one of the growing pups and she looked at him, "You know you shouldn't hide that kind of news from Arya. She is a a woman flowered now and hiding a proposal.." "Meg, Arya cannot handle such news with an open mind and ears. She would rather be thrown off of a cliff than be married off to a Lord! A Lannister or Tyrell, no doubt!" Just as he finished, an angry and upset Arya opened the barn doors and pointed an accusing finger at her brother, "You are a liar! I trusted you, Jon Snow!"

Jon grabbed at her wrists when she began to pound at his chest and Meg stood with a pup in her arms to watch Arya assault her brother, "Arya! What are you talking about?" The young wolf began to cry as she still tried to harm Jon, "I saw the letter in your solar! You plan to marry me off to a Lannister or Tyrell. I won't do it! You are not the King nor Queen and cannot make me leave home again." She had become tired and paused her actions before looking up at him,

"Gendry is the one courting me and he shall court me until Sansa returns. She will then grant him a lordship and I will marry him on my next name day!"

Jon came down to her eye level and wiped her tears away, "Arya, I would never send you away from home or give you up like a simple pup. The letter will be saved for Sansa when she returns and she and Sandor will decide on what is best. I have no power, so you will not be going anywhere." Arya sniffed and looked at Meg, "It said that he is to marry as well. Will you marry Jon?" Meg nodded with a smile on her face, "I will. Once summer comes we shall be married and Jon is to ask the King and Queen for land and a new home." Arya frowned, "Can Gendry and I come?" Jon chuckled and stood right again, "No, Arya. Winterfell is your home and will always be." Arya nodded and turned to walk out of the barn, "I won't be given away, Jon." Arya then ran back into the castle and Jon felt Meg's hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked down at her, "I will go talk to her, Jon. She needs a girl to speak to her." He took the pup from Meg's arms and watched his betrothed walk into the castle after his sister.

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When did King's Landing become so beautiful even in the dark? The sun had gone down and Sansa looked up at the gates she knew all too well. Sandor rode forward and spoke to one of the guards, who in turn looked at Sansa and nodded. The gates were opened and a guard shouted, "Send word to the King!"

Sansa felt her hands begin to shake at those words and she feared that Joffrey would run out of the large doors at any moment to have her beaten for running away. Ulric saw her shaking and he rode next to her, "Sansa, you have nothing to fear here." She nodded and when they reached the steps, Sandor walked to her and helped her dismount once more. Have the doors changed? She kept her eyes focused on the designs of the doors and could not remember them being so beautiful. Sansa shook her head, you are focusing on the doors? How foolish are you? Once inside, Sandor took her arm in his and whispered, "Don't look so frightened, little bird. I think you will find the King to be happy to see you."

Tommen had been notified that Sansa had been brought to King's Landing at long last, and knowing her condition he looked at Margaery with a worried expression, "She does not remember who is King." Margaery sighed and thought for a moment, "We must try not to frighten or confuse her. Come, the throne room should be a good place to meet her."

As they approached the large doors of the throne room, a guard looked at her and bowed his head, "Your grace." Sansa frowned, "Pardon?" He raised his head, "Welcome back, your grace." Sansa shook her head, "You claim a title I do not own." The doors were opened then and she was brought down the stairs and towards the iron throne. Sansa's hands became wet and her breathing rapid as they approached it closer and closer. She took notice of a smaller throne next to it and soon the doors from behind the iron throne were opened and what she saw made her gasp and clutch Sandor's arm.

For before her stood Tommen Baratheon with Robert's stag crown atop his head and on his arm was his Queen, Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden. They sat before her and all was quiet for a moment until Tommen softly spoke, "Welcome back, Sansa." Sansa stood in shock and confusion made her mind whirl and pound; she tried to remember, but could not. She took her arm from Sandor's and took two steps forward, "Tommen? Is that you?" He nodded and Margaery smiled, "Sansa, things have changed." Sansa looked to her friend and gave her a sad smile. Her head began pounding even harder and flashbacks of Joffrey stripping her in the same spot she stood plagued her mind. She looked down at the floor and looked around before lifting her head and looking at the new pillars. Tommen watched her study the room and then they made eye contact once more, "Is he truly dead?" Tommen closed his eyes and nodded his head, "Joffrey is gone, Sansa."

Sansa nodded and before anyone could register what was happening she dropped to her knees and fell onto the steps leading to the throne. Both the King and Queen stood and shouted for guards and a Maester while Sandor rushed forward, taking her into his arms. Sansa opened her eyes and her vision was blurred, but she heard voices and saw Sandor's shadow and blurred face over her. He was yelling for something or someone and she heard Tommen calling her name. Sansa smiled and closed her eyes once more.

Her body was lifted into strong arms and she felt as though she were flying. Her eyes would not open, but a voice spoke to her, "It is time for you to remember, my girl."

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Stuff just got real! Seriously, two chapters in one day...I feel great! Happy to keep it going...in the next chapter you shall read about Meg speaking to Arya and Sansa begins to remember...will she also receive news?