Hello, The following chapters deal with crime and punishment. A crime of violence against a child. In order not to shock or trigger a reader I want to forewarn you of this content I have also edited this to make the POV more clear.

**SANSA**

I'm still laughing at Sandor's parting comment as I rinse my mouth and chew a mint sprig.

You should just go up to her and breath on her and make her smell your breath he said with eyes twinkling. I am Queen it's true but I pause and I wonder if all women suffer from their man's sense of humor.

I go out to the weapons yard and nod to Ser Syrio the tiny Braavosi beating a young man at arms with a wooden sword. It never ceases to amaze me his speed and accuracy all with the liquid grace of a cat. I wave a greeting to him he smiles back in between two hits to the bewildered young man.

I see my my girl practicing axe throws. Her Direwolf Ematta dozes steps away.

Mother she says as she wipes her sweaty brow. I motion for her to follow me into the Godswood. As I sit beneath the Heartree under same boughs my father and his father and so on down our line have sat I pat the root I'm sitting on for her join me there.

I wish to talk to her about your wedding night. I relate with misty eyes her father's and my wedding the ensuing days that followed. I go over the basics and a few other things. She sits quietly listening. When I finish I ask her if she has in questions. She looks to the ground and cannot meet my eyes. I am bewildered. "" Is something wrong ", I ask confused ?

**ANJELAE**

" Do you remember that traveling minstrel Tagan of Trident, It was eight years ago ? " " I was in the paddocks brushing out my mare when he came up from behind me and..."

**SANSA**

My heart lurches. I swallow my rising gorge. She was only nine! I grab her and hold her close my tears mingle with hers. I hate to ask this question but I must. " Does Landon know ? "

**ANJELAE**

" Yes, He was the first and only one I told, after...after it happened, I didn't know what " it " was then. " " I told him he grabbed me and threw me down in the stall and he...he hurt me."

**SANSA**

" Why didn't you say something to me or your father ?! "

**ANJELAE**

" I thought I would get into trouble, when we got older Landon and I figured out what, " it " was. " He hurts when I hurt mother, h will kill him if ever he sees him again. "

**SANSA**

He's not the only one I think with an ache in my heart. My baby. Not even in the Keep of Winterfell did I prevent this. " I am so sorry Anjelae. "

**ANJELAE**

Will you tell Father ?

**SANSA**

Yes, is all I can muster as my heart breaks for my child. I pull her to me and brush away the tears that slide like liquid jewels down her cheeks. A rage swells within me as I must needs find this monster, this thief of innocence.

I find my Lord Husband and he rushes to my side when he sees my tear stained face his eyes search mine as he places a protective hand on my belly. Wife, he says as his brown eyes search me for injury.

I ask him this.. " At what age did Anjelae take up arms training in earnest? ? " He seems taken aback by my question but answers without pause, " nine. " I walk quickly back to the Godswood with her father in tow. I relate to Sandor what befell our girl, within our walls as we walk. He questions me on the name of this faceless monster in a husky whisper. " Tagan ", is all I say in hushed tones.

**SANDOR**

" Tagan...Tagan of Trident ?! "

He is one of the musicians coming to Winterfell for the wedding. Why would he dare show his face back here after raping my little girl ? He may have thought she was one of the help. She was brushing out a horse... So he thinks because she may have been low born it was OKAY to hurt a child I think darkly, we return together to our daughter.

I will kill him Sandor thinks, I will beat him to half to death then I will kill him slow. I envelope my daughter in a protective embrace, stroking the long tangle of her hair.

**SANSA**

I know my Lord Husband as I know my own hand. The pain and barely contained fury that alternates in waves in his dark eyes is almost palpable. As most over fifteen name days know, Sandor Clegane is lethal. I have seen his savage grace on more than one occasion and I know with certainty Tagan of Trident will breath his last within these walls.

I go in search of Gundr to find out when the musicians will arrive. I see him directing the food stuffs to the kitchen And hear Culla's high pitched voice issuing instructions. I walk up to him and pull him to the side. I ask when Tagan of Trident will be here. He informs me he had arrived in the night three days passed. I ask where he is Gundr shrugs and explains he went off with Landon almost as soon as he arrived for a night of drinking and then a hunt. I make an unusual request of Gundr. He is to gather Ice and follow me to the Godswood.

There is only one place they could be . Away from prying eyes and deep enough in the Keep that the screams of thousands would go unheard. I go to find my Lord Husband as he will want to be there. I return to the Godswood with Gundr a few steps behind me bearing my Lord father's Great Sword, the reformed Ice.

Gundr presents Ice to Sandor. I sit heavily on the root of the Heartree so we bookend our wounded child. She still rests her head on her father's shoulder, with his free hand he brushes her tears from her cheek with a heavily calloused hand.

Gundr looks on perplexed having never seen Anjelae cry since childhood. I instruct him to take her to her rooms and a guard detail be posted there.

**GUNDR**

I am Gundr WInterfell, I am a bastard but this is Winterfell and the land of the North in the new Westeros. Led by our good Queen, Sansa Stark ~ Clegane. I am Master of Household for Winterfell. I was born in the vale beneath the soaring heights of the Vale while the honorable Jon Aryn was King Robert's Hand. The old ways would have dictated I never rise to this station but as I said this is the New Westeros and a man or woman may rise according to their want with hard work. and I KNOW someone has hurt our Princess Anjelae. And I have a good idea who it was. There is only one place in Winterfell where they might be.

I take her back through the practice yard and over to the barracks. I poke my head inside and point at four seasoned men at arms. Wardaen, Orlyn, Tarr & Aerik and tell them to armor up and to follow us. We are joined by the silent sentinel in the form of the immense Ematta, the Direwolf that adopted Princess Anjelae as her person.

As we reach the stair to the royal apartments I instruct Wardaen and Orlyn to remain at the foot of the stair and let no one unknown to them pass. Tarr and Aerik bring up the rear of our small entourage as we ascend to the rooms of the Princess. I lead her in ask if she needs anything a slight shake of the head is all her reply is. I go into her room and search it thoroughly before I shut her and Ematta in and instruct them to let no one but her parents, her siblings, Septa Leonnai the Maester or myself in.

I continue going to each room and search for anything amiss, satisfied I return to the lower level.

I then go on a hunt of mine own.

I am interrupted by the The Southern Queen and her Prince. What goes on here ask the dwarf. It is matters of Winterfell Your Grace.

That much is obvious, is there cause for alarm or can we help ?

Not knowing exactly what's happened I am at a loss for words.

Perhaps we should find Sandor and Sansa ourselves, says the violet eyed Queen.

They are in the Godswood when last I saw I volunteer. I am going there now if you require a guide. And off we went. As we enter the wood the Queen and her Prince rise, North to greet South. I excuse myself and return to my self appointed task.

**TYRION**

" What goes on here say I ? ", staring with intensity from mismatched eyes.

A shake of the heads is all I can get from our friends by way of answer.

" Come now we are friends and have been for long years, I am betting someone has caused harm to the Princess Anjelae, lest you forget she is our Child in Gods as I recall and if someone has caused a hurt to her she has caused a hurt to us as well. " My wife and Queen nods her head and insists we hear of what is going on, tell us how we can help she adds.

**SANSA**

We relate the sad tale to our friends adding that we believed Anjelae's bride groom more than likely was killing him as we speak.

Tyrion's face twisted in rage. Dany reached out a comforting hand.

**DANAERYS**

" Did you forget, Dragons have a keen sense of smell, can you get me something that Landon has worn or slept upon ? "

**SANSA**

Wanting to make them feel needed I say yes let us go to the barracks. My husband leads and walks straight to the officer's quarters to a neatly made cot. Sandor flips the covers snatches the pillow and brings it to his nose. Gods be damned he snarls. It is cleaning day today this barracks has already been turned with new linens.

The tiny Queen of the South worms her way through to walk to a small inset closet. She opens the door to forage for something with Landon's scent. She waves a weathered boot in need of repair like a banner of victory.

Have you ever been around dragons ? Temperamental they are at times. I know. For a wedding gift Danaery's gave me an unhatched egg and bade me place it in the hearth under constant flame. I did an the next morning we woke to mewling of a newborn dragon. Sandor was not amused. But I was entranced. She and it was a she Dany confirmed was a pale yellow with silver tipped scales. She's in Queen's Landing now being bred to a red scaled male.

We clear the yards of the interior of Winterfell and Dany comes in atop the big black dragon Drogon. He lands lightly on the interior wall then glides to the main courtyard. Dany lands on the ground and rubs his under jaw with the handle of her whip. She presents the worn boot under his massive snout. He snuffles it. She speaks one word. Seek.

He lifts his smoking snout to the air his nostrils flex and his sinuous neck ranges back and forth. He shambles to the older part of the Keep with careful shuffles that belie his size to a large moss covered boulder. It is shouldered by a large living tree and a long dead husk. After a few seconds he cranes his neck skyward and releases a bellow that rattled the teeth in my head. The Direwolves howl, horses neigh wildly and kick their stalls attempting to escape. Poor Sandor stands next to me hard pressed not to show his fear. Drogon lowers his head and noses the dead tree gently. I was right. Dany releases Drogon and bade him return to the dragon roost.

Once the dragon takes flight Winterfell returns to the bustle of activity that is normal but it's not quite right. We are joined by a growing contingency of people from the Keep. I see a baker, our weapons maker, washerwomen, men at arms, cooks, stable hands, potters, a weaver or two, serving women, maids, and field hands and more familiar faces and trades join them. They all carry weapons. By my edict ALL are trained that live within the walls in hand to hand combat and basic sword play, spear and bowman ship. Those that excel in one method of war are given further instruction in that weapon. Those that can master three or more are recruited to the barracks regardless of sex. I look to my husband for guidance.

I turn to face my people. as one they bow or curtsy as their sex deems and in one voice they say Your Graces'. Gendry seems to be the spokesman for the group. Beggin' your pardon but we are here to offer our support to Your Graces'. I walk amid my people with Sandor at my side. I wish I could embrace everyone of them en mass. Justice will be done I promise you. Is this Princess alright ? Where is she ?
Will the culprit be tried ? What can we do ? Many questions from many mouths my head feels light and I sway slightly. Sandor scoops me up without question to take me to the Maester. hands touch the hem of my dress as we pass by I cannot help seeing the look of concern I see on each face we as make our way through the now large throng.

I hear Lord Tyrion's voice above the milling crowd, tell the good people of Winterfell that their Queen requires a measure of rest. This situation will be addressed forthwith. Slowly the crowd disperses. I ask Sandor to post guards near the boulder to dissuade vigilantes. We have one to contend with already it seems.

After a brief stop off at the Maester's where he pronounced exhaustion and prescribed a tea blend to be taken before sleep. Sandor insisted on carrying me up the full length of the stairs, as we near Anjelae's room the guards tap their Spears butts on the stone floor in way of acknowledgment and we hear a raucous of noise from within.

My husband gently sets me down and knocks briskly on the door. It was opened by our baby Brandae. The sight that greets our eyes is thus. Anjelae is wresting with son Sandor, Catey has Robb in some kind of arm lock and it appears quite painful if the look on his face is any indication, Jon is bouncing on Ned with each decent he farts on him to the howls of laughter from the twins.

Our girl is smiling and that is all that matters. The Direwolves are bunched about the room in pairs except for Ematta who watches intently her mistresses battle. With all the bedding and if I'm any judge it appears as though a pillow was the only fatality by the spread of feathers on the floor. That and the feathers stuck to a jam smeared Branae.

Their father and I look at the scene and...Laugh. We both sit on the bed as all the children's Direwolves come to greet us. Ematta first, then Brandae's Wuf, Robb's Haecate, Catey's Grace, Jon's Big Dog, Merrydae's Vyserion, Maecha's Sweet and son Sandor's Swaen and finally Ned's Brute. Anjelae asks if we would like to camp out too and we agree, it's been too long since we had a family gathering such as this. I am tired and go to get my night things an my husbands modesty sleep wear.

Ned challenges his father to a wrestling bout and though he has leverage with longer limbs he still cannot match his father's strength. As things wind down we crawl into our daughters bed with her between us. We watch her sleep peacefully sandwiched between us. My Lord Husband stretches over her to lay a chaste kiss upon my lips and bade me goodnight. I look to see where the others are and smile to see our family together. Jon is curled up between Big Dog and his brother Ned. The twins are between Vyserion and Sweet. Robb is in a corner with Haecate and Brandae and Catey snuggle with their respective pets Wuf and Grace. I fill a slight pressure from the foot of the bed and peek to see Ematta one paw on the bed and her remaining large self on the chest at the foot of the bed. I pat the bed and she squirms the rest of herself at the foot of the bed.