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I remember..
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Stannis raced up the spiral stairs to the tower where Melisandre did her fire seeking. As he entered her chamber, he saw her clutching her head and shaking uncontrollably. He ran over, "Ser Davos! Call the Maester!" He ran to her side and shook her, "Melisandre, what is wrong?" The paler than normal witch looked at him and continued to shake, "I am not sure. I have become ill, I believe. Stannis, my power over the girl cannot hold for long. She is beginning to remember and those she travels with are helping her." She watched as he growled and walked to the window, but continued,
"Please. You need to decide what you want to do. Should anything occur to where her memory is brought back completely, I will not be able to control her mind again. She will be immune to me entering her mind. The child.."
Stannis turned to her, "What of it?" She stood on shaky legs, "The child is strong already. It will become like its father." He chuckled, "What? Burned and hideous? I care not for that. I have my own plan for the child and its mother, Melisandre. Go and rest your eyes."
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It was the day that Meg asked Jon to consider marrying in front of the Gods in the Godswood, to ensure their bond was pure; that night he agreed and while the children slept, they rode in the darkness towards the wood. Jon guided her and they stopped in front of the heart tree as he took her hands in his. Meg smiled brightly and as the wind softly blew, Jon whispered, "I am not sure how to begin this." Meg nodded and whispered back, "I shall start. I, Meg Bailey, common girl of Winterfell in the North, swear loyalty, love and happiness to Jon Snow, Lord and son of Winterfell in the North. I swear this in front of the gods of old and new."
Jon smiled and remember what Ned had told him, "you should always place your cloak on her shoulders to show she is part of you now." Jon removed his heavy black cloak and placed it on Meg's shoulders before taking her hands again, "I, Jon Snow, Lord in the North, swear loyalty, love and happiness to Meg Bailey, common girl of Winterfell in the North in front of the old gods and new." Meg began to giggle and they leaned forward, giving a tender and passionate kiss.
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Tyrion Lannister had received a letter from Tommen and the Maester, informing him that Sansa and Sandor had arrived in King's Landing and his services were needed to help her memories. Tyrion read the letter several more times and without waiting, he called for Podrick, "Pod, have my cases packed and have Victoria's nursemaid ready her, my daughter and I will be going on a trip to King's Landing. It seems that Sansa is being kept in the Red Keep with her Lord Husband, who she has no memory of." Podrick bowed, "Shall I be joining you, my Lord?" Tyrion smiled and raised his wine glass, "Of course! What would I do without you on the road?"
When Tywin found out about Sansa Stark not being able to remember her past, he thought for a moment and then looked down at Tyrion, "Perhaps you will be able to help her. Stannis Baratheon and his red witch will stop at nothing to keep her in their grasp. But the witch is growing older, and although he believes her powerful, her curse will dwindle. Have a safe journey, my son. And keep our little heir safe." He ran a hand through Victoria's growing black hair and watched as the nursemaid carried her out after Tyrion and Podrick.
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Could it be that Sandor was only frightened that she would not want him as she had supposedly once had? Sansa did not know, but after meeting with Pycelle, he said only time would be able to help. She had nearly given up hope, but it has now been another week past and she was getting tired of being kept in The Red Keep. Sandor and the others would walk her around the gardens or the castle and speak with her of memories past, but she could not grasp them. Now as she sat in her window sill, watching white clouds roll in the sky, Sansa thought back to the last week with Sandor and how when they sat together near the water, he became calmer and more kind to her.
The babe growing inside her was his and she knew it, but that night has been erased and everyday she tried her best to remember. Sansa had asked Pycelle if it was possible for a kiss to help her remember and although the old man had only told her to try, whenever she tried to get close to Sandor, the others were always around, or he would turn away from her.
At the thought of what he had told her, she snorted. Sandor leaned in close to her one night, his lips slightly grazing hers and he whispered, "I ain't gonna scare ya, little bird" and then simply walked away, leaving her to her needlework and lemon cakes.
At the sound of hooves hitting the ground, she looked outside and saw the stable boys riding one of the many royal horses around the yards. Sansa smiled and quickly grabbed her cloak and ran from her room to join them outside. When the stable boys saw Sansa walking to them, they bowed and cautiously asked, "My Lady, what are you doing out here?" She could not help but smile and she whispered, "I wish to ride. Bring me one of your horses." They looked at each other and as the oldest went to retrieve one, the younger boy took his hat off and walked to her, "Lady Sansa, everyone here has been told not to let you go anywhere alone." Sansa snorted, "Boy, I may not be an experienced rider, but I do believe a short ride through gardens and trails will not hurt me." Sansa had gotten her way, and in her purple gown and black cloak, she mounted a brown mare they had given her, "Should anyone ask, tell them not to worry, I am simply riding through King's Landing, no further."
She rode for an hour, allowing the fresh air to run through her hair and she laughed for she was happy. Surprisingly, Sansa found she was not as bad a rider as she thought and she wondered if Sandor had taught her how to ride during their time together.
A loud rumble overhead got her attention and as Sansa looked up at the sky, she found dark clouds forming and a large drop of rain landed on her cheek. As soon as she turned the horse to return back tot he castle, the sky opened up and the rain poured heavy, blinding her from seeing the path. Sansa's mare began to get distressed from the situation ad the storm and as she patted it on the neck, she whispered, "It is only us, girl. Please, help me find the way." The horse began to move forward, but at the crack of thunder and when they saw the lightning, the horse reared backwards, sending a screaming Sansa to the ground waiting below, her head hitting it right after her back.
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Back at the castle, Sandor and Ulric rushed down the halls, looking in empty chambers for Sansa. The rain had begun to pour and Sansa was no where in the castle. A frantic and soaked Tommen came running down the halls, his long blonde hair flying behind him, "Sandor! Ulric! I spoke with the stable boys and they claim Sansa had taken a brown mare to ride around the gardens and trails. They said that it was more than an hour ago and she has not returned." Sandor yelled and pushed past the King, down the hall where he would be led to the stables. Ulric grabbed his arm, "You need me to come with you. I came take an alternate path." Sandor shook his head and a guard brought him Stranger, "You stay here and have them prepare a hot bath and a fire for her. Should I find her, no doubt she will be cold." Sandor mounted Stranger and took off with several guards riding behind him to find Sansa.
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I'm cold.
Sansa opened her eyes and that was the first thought that came to mind. After slowly sitting up, she tenderly placed her fingers on the back of her head to find only a tiny spot of blood. Sansa hissed in pain and as the rain poured down on her, she untied the cloak from her neck which was heavy with rain and mud. As she stood, the rain felt like ice hitting her skin and the wind made her shiver. She looked down both ways and decided to walk to her right, hoping it was the way to the castle, but as she began to walk, a strangled cry escaped her lips and she grabbed a tree for support as her mind went blank and a memory came forth..
"Se-Sandor, I realize I never thanked you." Sansa was eating a piece of bread and Sandor looked at her, "And what are you thanking me for?"
"You saved me."
Sansa gasped for air and her eyes opened once more, "He saved me. It is true." As she began to walk again, another cry came from her lips and she staggered forward in the rain..
Visions of Sandor in the tub and her laying in bed. He was nearly drunk and when he laid behind her, he placed his hand on her belly, "To help your moon blood pains, girl."
Another memory came forth, this time, it was several back to back. Sandor on top of Sansa who was laying on the forest floor, her dress being pulled down, but then Arya attacks Sandor. Another of Gregor Clegane attacking her and Bronn in the small Inn room.
Memory after memory came forth to Sansa and she found herself crying. Not tears of pain, not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. She could finally remember and she could recall everything that had past; she could finally remember the night the babe in her belly was conceived. It was that night in the tent; the night before Ulric captured her for Stannis. Her strength had finally returned to her and Sansa lifted her skirts in her arms, her knees nearly showing and she ran as fast as her cold feet could carry her.
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Sandor watched as the brown mare came running towards them without an owner on its back and he knew something had happened. Sandor called out through the rain, "Sansa! Where the hell are you, girl?" A guard yelled out, "Your grace, I have found her cloak!" He held up a black, muddy cloak and he growled, "She is trying to get back." He turned his horse around and in the distance, he saw a very wet Sansa standing there, watching him.
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Sansa stopped in her tracks when she came upon Sandor on horseback with several of their guards and when he turned to her, her heart burst. Sandor, her husband, her King, and the father of her children was now dismounting and running towards her and through the rain. Sansa stood there for a moment and thought of Baelfire; her dear Baelfire who she had not seen for months. Home. She wanted to go home. Sansa began to run to him as well and when they met in the road, Sandor grabbed her and held her to him, "Fucking seven hells, girl. I have been looking for you." He held her close and then pushed her back to look her over, "Are you hurt?" Sansa shook her head, "I hit the back of my head and it's bleeding but nothing else." Sandor nodded and lifted her in his arms, "We've got to get you back."
On the way back to the castle, Sansa tried to tell him that she remembered, but Sandor hushed her so she could save her energy. At the stairs, Ulric, Bronn and Tommen were waiting, "Thanks to the seven you are alright." Sandor carried her past them and brought her to her room, where handmaidens had her stripped and placed in a hot bath. All of this went by so quickly, she tried to catch Sandor on his way out, but the doors were closed.
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When the skies were clear, the night was beautiful in King's Landing. Sansa sat in her window sill once more, in a white nightgown, waiting for Sandor to join her. A knock on the door made her jump, "Come in." She watched her husband enter and close the door before turning to her, "You asked for me, little bird?" She turned to him and whispered, "The tent." Sandor frowned and growled, "Speak my language, girl." Sansa stood from her seat and shook her head,
"The night before I was capture, you brought me into our tent and you-you- we made love."
Sandor looked at her with wide eyes and his scarred face twitched as she walked to him, "I am Queen Sansa Stark Clegane of Winterfell. Mother of the North and you are my King and husband." Before she could go on anymore, Sandor ran to her, grabbing her behind the neck and kissing her with a burning passion on her pink lips. Sansa wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as she moaned into his mouth.
When they finally pulled apart he grabbed her face with his hands, "You remember." Sansa smiled, "I remember everything. I remember Baelfire, I remember finding Arya, I even remember all of the death and heartache I have been through. But I would not change it for the world." Sansa grabbed his hand and placed it on her hard belly, which was now over a month grown, "And now, I know we will be able to love this child as one and I will never forget you again."
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Early into the next morning, a handmaiden softly knocked on Sansa's chamber door and when she entered she found Sansa lying in her bed, with Sandor behind her, holding her close with his arm wrapped around her waist. The young girl smiled and left the room to only knock on the King and Queen's chambers. The Queen had awoken early that morning and when she answered the door, the handmaiden smiled and whispered, "I believe she remembers." Margaery smiled and gave a giggle, "Dear girl, send word throughout the castle, we shall feast in their honor tonight."
Sansa Stark has finally had her memory returned, and all was well. But how long would the couple be happy for until a new danger arises?
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A LONG CHAPTER. I hope you all enjoy the pain my fingers are going through! Lol its, alright, i've been sick in bed, so I have nothing to do!
