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Tyrion slowly opened his eyes to the sound of screams and hooves thundering over the ground. His entire body ached, his hands, tied in front of him were limp.

He looked around with half closed eyes, his head roaring terrible. He saw rider galloping through rapid rising dark smoke, Direwolf flags garlanded with gold flying above their mailed heads. His savagery captors were falling through their flashing swords screaming gruesome.

How was this possible?

He had foolishly gone to one of the wilder clans in the Wolfswood trying to negotiate with them. But somehow he had offended them. They had slayed his men and taken him captive, intending to execute or sacrifice him, however.

Tyrion had already feared his father could have been right and his tongue would finally be the cause of his death. He felt like dying, he felt cold, like at the Blackwater. His spirit had been clouded by the prospect of death, the prospect never to see Sansa again.

It was like a long cry of his name would echoing through his head above all the noise when someone knelt beside him. Looking up Tyrion's eyes found Sansa, protected by a long, thick, grey cloak, towering above him. He long auburn hair fell free from under her hood.

Impossible, she was at Winterfell, save, together with their children.

Tyrion's mind found only one explanation, he WAS, indeed, dying and the gods were after all merciful, allowing him to look at her one last time. He mustered her pale face, trying to focus on her eyes, they were always what he found most beautiful on her.

But then her hand cupped his face, warm flesh touching his skin, very real flesh. She smiled down at him, pulling back her hood.

"Sansa … what?" He asked her puzzled, pressing out every word.

"Hush", she laid her finger on his mouth, mustering him with concern in her eyes, a little tear streaming down her cheek.

"Why? How?" Tyrion couldn't bring order in his thoughts, feeling weak and cold.

"Did you think you would be the only one with the privilege to save your spouse?" A small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth.

Tyrion still was quizzed, observing how she produced a knife from under her cloak, seeing how silver chainmail peaked out from beneath the grey fabric.

"Do you forget I am a wolf?" She cut his bonds unceremoniously, helping him to sit up, guiding him slowly.

Tyrion was stunned, his mind still didn't work properly, but the rest of him worked, despise the pain. He swung his limp arms around her, burying himself in her side, crying out of happiness.

"Sansa" Tyrion cried. She held him, stroking his head she laid her own on his, forgetting the fight around them.


I was asked if Sansa could rescue Tyrion for a change

I liked to write this maybe I will do this more often

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