Mance and Sansa will have some time to talk in this one! Enjoy!

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Let's talk

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Mance walked to Sansa and looked down at her, "Welcome to my camp, Lady Stark." Sansa bowed her head and curtsied to Mance, showing her respect before she stood straight again, "I have heard so much about you, my Lord." He chuckled and looked around at Eli and Lairion before he looked down at her once more,

"Save your pretty words for someone that has the time to listen to them. My son brought you to me for a reason and I wish to speak with him alone about that reason." He nodded to Eli, who grabbed her arm gently and whispered in her ear, "Come with me. I'll get you some food while we wait." She nodded and watched Mance lead his son into another room in the tent. Lairion looked back at her once more and their eyes met before he gave her a nod and disappeared from sight.

Eli walked Sansa outside and put her in front of the nearest fire. She sat down on a log and tried to warm her hands as the Wildlings of Mance's group looked at her and began to whisper. She quickly wrapped her arms around herself and looked for Eli, who came out from behind her,

"Found some cooked rabbit for you to eat. I can't promise it has been cooked thoroughly."

She looked up at him and smiled before taking the wood bowl of meat, "Thank you, Eli. I am sure it is edible." He sat next to her and looked at the others, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword as some of the Wildling men looked their way. Sansa nibbled on the meat as she awaited her turn to speak to speak to Mance and Eli saw the nervous look in her eyes. He hummed and then spoke, "We will be here for awhile, so try to calm yourself." She looked at him and nodded,

"Yes, alright. I'll try to."

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Mance sat down and Lairion followed suit by sitting across from him. A Wildling guard poured them wine and Lairion gave him a nod, "Many thanks." He took a large sip as his father watched him, but when he placed his goblet down, Mance finally questioned, "How did you find yourself in possession of one of the most beautiful and expensive girls in Westeros?" Lairion smirked, "The girl was hiding in a cave as I was looking for my wolf pup, Helce. It was easy to take her captive and she has been little trouble. It seems as though she has learned many lessons before on how to-"

"Are you mad? I know all about Sansa Stark and her past and misfortunes. The girl was betrothed to one of the cruelest Kings in history, but do not believe I pity her, because I do not."

Lairion looked at his father and frowned, "She's just a girl, father. If you wish to speak of pity then I will tell you now that I pity her. Torture? Watched her father get executed? She deserves to be pitied." Mance slammed down his goblet, "Why exactly did you bring her here, Lee? Do you wish to gift her to me? Unless you wish to, I suggest you take that girl and make her your own. Settle down and give me heirs, son, or I will find another wife for myself and have another son."

That made Lairion laugh a loud, "You're an old man! Listen, I-" Mance stood, "No, you listen. I am going to speak to that Stark girl. In her position, she does not have many choices. She has seen your group and now she has seen mine. She cannot leave the north or she will speak of our groups and whereabouts. Bring her to me, now."

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Sansa stood quickly when Lairion came outside and walked to her. She bit her lip, "Is everything alright?" She wished she did not ask that, for why should she really care? Lairion shook his head, "My father wishes to speak with you and I can not guarantee you will be happy after he does." Sansa nodded and walked to the tent, leaving Eli and Lairion behind to watch her as she entered the tent.

Mance was sitting at the same table his son left him at to fetch her and as she walked further in, he looked at her, "You have traveled a long way, Sansa Stark." She slowly took the seat across from him and questioned, "How do you know?"

"Just because I do not live in Kings Landing, does not mean that I do not hear things. I know where you are coming from and why, Lady Lannister." Her eyes snapped up and she frowned, "Do not call me that. I am not a Lannister." Mance smirked, "Not by blood, no. But by marriage, you are the wife to the imp. Tell me, how long has it been?" She knew she shouldn't answer his questions, but there was something in his eyes that made her fear him in some way. Sansa sat straight and lady like, "A year. He-Tyrion is missing-"

"Missing? No, you silly girl, he is not missing. The little Lord left you behind in this forsaken land so he could leave." Sansa shook her head, "You know nothing! I was taken by Petyr Baelish-wait, why does all this matter? I sit here, a-a prisoner to your son, and you are questioning of my past? Why?"

"Why not? I can't have a wanted woman running loose in my group, nor in my sons. You say you were taken by Petyr Baelish? Would this be the same Baelish that you killed?" Sansa's eyes went wide and she whispered her next question, "How do you know all of this?" Mance chuckled and drank more wine,

"I know many things, Sansa. I am not a regular Wildling man." Sansa looked down at her hands on her lap and shook her head. He raised an eyebrow as she looked back up to him and began her plea, "I killed him, yes. He was going to do horrible things to me that I would not be able to take. The abuse I endured in Kings Landing was enough for this lifetime and the next. I-I understand that I am a wanted woman, I have seen the posters, I have earned it as much. But I hope that I would bring no harm to you or your clan, my Lord."

Mance stared at her for a moment before placing his goblet down, "Very well done, my Lady." He stood and walked around her to a trunk, "One of the best speeches I have heard in a long time. You feel no remorse for your crimes and I know that should you walk out of this tent right now and if you were let go, you'd run north and to the Wall where your stupid bastard is." Sansa looked at him and shook her head, but before she could respond, he pulled a fur cloak from his trunk and walked back to the table.

With a toss, the fur cloak landed on the table she sat in front of and she looked up at the tall man in confusion, "I don't understand." Mance grasped the table and leaned down, "Listen closely. I will not be turning you over to any Lannister's or their friends. I am a man of the north and so are my kin and clan. You have been taken in by my son and you should be happy you were found by him and not the enemy." He stopped and watched her hand trail up the table and rest on the warm fur trim on the cloak. He smiled and leaned closer,

"You are a lucky woman for my generosity today, my Lady, for I am about to give you two choices."

Sansa looked up at him again, "What are they?" Mance rested a large hand on her small one that rested on the cloak, "No woman has ever been brought into the clan without reason to be. Either you will marry myself and give me more heirs-"

"No!"

She stood from the chair, knocking it backwards from the force and nearly stumbled over it as she tried to move away from him, "I will not marry you! You're a-a savage, you and your people are-" Mance reached forward and grabbed her arm, "Listen to me, girl!" Sansa stopped trying to get away as he continued to yell, "I am a patient man, but I will not hear a woman speak of me or my family in such a way! Now, either you will listen or I will let the men have at you!" Sansa's lip trembled as she slowly nodded, allowing him to continue.

Mance sighed, "Either you can marry me and give me strong children, or you will marry my son, Lairion, and give him the same. You have no other choice, girl." Sansa's mind went wild as her thoughts tried to find a way out of all of what was happening.

"I am married to Tyrion-"

"It's been a year, girl. Don't you know the law? Once married, you have one year to consummate the marriage, or else it is known as void." Sansa looked away from Mance and was finally to pull her arm from his hand, "I-I don't know what to do." Mance grabbed the cloak from the table and held it in his hands before giving it to her. Sansa slowly took it and looked down at it as he turned back to the table, "You have the night to think about it. I suggest you have Eli or my son find you a tent." Sansa turned away and quickly left the tent and into the cold air outside. When she got outside, Eli tapped Lairion on the shoulder and both men stood and watched as she walked to them.

"I hope our visit with him was-Oof!"

Lairion's sentence was cut off as Sansa pushed the fur cloak into his chest, "Your father is the worst person I have ever met! He has threatened me into choosing either him or yourself to marry and he so graciously gave me the night to think of it. Well, Lairion or Lee, whatever you want to be called, I will have you know, I will marry neither of you! I would rather be killed by one thousand swords!" Sansa spun around and walked off towards the clan that Lairion was leading and toward the women that helped her bathe just the few nights before.

Eli went to run after her, but Lairion grabbed his shoulder, "Let her go." Eli nodded and sat back down as Lairion still stood, holding the fur cloak in his hands. He looked down at the fabric and it became familiar to him, for it was once his mother's.

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She still thinks of herself as his prisoner, but Eli is her friend and Sansa is tolerating Lairion. She thought if she stayed kind, it would get her somewhere..now look at her! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!