I own nothing! All characters belong to GRR Martin.

Well guys, little Ned is already here, and his daddy is at the other side of the Wall with no idea of what is going on. I have to say, I almost cried writing this chapter and at the same time LOVED it. There are bits that show a side of Sansa that was hidden before, and all the heart-breaking things that had happened to her are making it come out.

This is the ending of "Part 1" of the fic.

Also, I want to tell you that I'm changing all the spelling mistakes from the previous chapters. I know that they annoy some people, they even annoy me! I'm going to start to write the story on a computer so that those stupid mistakes don't happen anymore ^^ I hope that the next chapters won't have any mistakes! Maybe this one does, in which case I'll change them as soon as I notice them :)

They hadn't left the inn since little Eddard Clegane was born. Sansa had thought that Gregor would want to take her away from that place and back to the Red Keep or Clegane Keep, his home. She had been surprised when he had told her that they would stay there more time. Sansa was suspicious of the whole situation, and she had contemplated many times the idea of escaping at night... But he had found her once, and she was certain that he would find her again. Plus, this time she had to take care of little Ned. She couldn't just run off into the night with her newborn son in her arms and completelly alone, some robbers could attack them and kill them.

Each time that Sansa asked her husband how long they would stay at that inn, he replied the same thing.

-As long as it's neccessary. Now shut up.

So she was forced to stay there, with no idea as to why Gregor wanted to stay at that place. The innkeeper and his family were very kind with her, he gave her food and baked lemoncakes for her, and his wife gave her clothes for her baby, while the two daughters gave her some dresses for herself and they took care of Ned when Sansa was not able to do so.

-He's such a beautiful babe- the elder daughter, Alyss, said one day, smiling at the baby while Sansa nursed him.- He looks a lot like you, m'lady.

Sansa smiled at that. It was true that Ned looked like her, with the exact same eyes. The few times that Ned wasn't asleep he was rolling his bright blue eyes to look all around the place, curious, wanting to see the world in which he was born.

-He looks a lot like his father too- she replied, and the girl frowned.

-Like that huge man? I don't think so, m'lady! He scares me, and he's violent and bad- as soon as she said that, Alyss turned red and bowed her head.- Sorry m'lady, I shouldn't have said that about your husband.

-Don't be sorry, it's the truth- Sansa assured her.- And he's not my son's father.

Alyss looked surprised.- He's not? But he's your husband... Who is the babe's father?

-A man that protected me and loved me. A man that I loved. A man that is dead- rage could be sensed in Sansa's voice. It was unusual for her to feel that way. She was always sweet and gentle, but when it came to Joffrey, only dark thoughts and feeling raised within her.

Alyss didn't make any more questions, she understood well enough.

Days went by peacefully. Sansa loved to be with her little son. She sat for hours on a chair and sang to him until he fell asleep, and felt the biggest joy in her heart everythime that Ned looked at her. She laughed when he saw the baby yawning.

-I love you so much, Ned- she whispered.- I will always love you.

She wanted to sing for him again. She was about to sing the song of Florian and Jonquil, and remembered when Sandor forced her to sing for him, the night of the battle of Blackwater. He had asked for that song, but she had sung another.

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy

Save our sons from war, we pray

Stay the swords, and stay the arrows

Let them know a better day"

Sansa touched Ned's little face tenderly, with hands full of love. his tiny hand searched for her finger and wrapped itself around it, making Sansa laugh softly.

-I sang that song to your father, you know?- she whispered softly to Ned.- I sang it for him when he was scared, and he came to me. That was the first time that he told me that he loved me, and I realized that I felt the same way about him.- Sansa felt tears flooding her eyes, but she had to fight them back.- He would have loved you very much, Ned, I'm sure of it.

She kissed Ned's little head again. There were a few more black hairs on it than there had been when he was born, and Sansa brushed them with the tips of her fingers.

Suddenly she heard noises outside of the room, voices and footsteps that were coming close. She held Ned tightly against her chest and stared at the door of the room until it opened and Gregor Clegane walked inside. She stood up from the chair in which she was siting, and when she saw the cruel smile and the dark look in his eyes she knew something was not right. She backed to the wall and Gregor walked further into the room, followed by two men that came through the door behind him. Sansa immediately saw their white cloaks, they were members of the Kingsguard.

-No- she gasped, trying to hide Ned beneath her own cloak in an useless attempt to protect him.- Stay away from me.

The words barely came out of her mouth, she had almost lost the ability to speak due to her fear. More people came into the room, but she knew before they even stepped inside who they were.

Cersei Lannister had a grin of superiority on her face that made Sansa sick with rage. At her side, King Joffrey stared at the girl with disgust.

-It was stupid of you to think that you could run away from us- Joffrey said, running his eyes over Sansa. She wanted to get away from him and his mother and the guards, but her back was already against the wall.- You don't understand? You can't escape from me. You do not disobey me.

-Where is the little pup?- Cersei asked then, looking around the room as she if was hoping to find the baby hiding in a corner. Sansa panicked, and tried to cover Ned even more with her heavy cloak. That seemed to upset Ned, who started crying with all the strength of his lungs, his face turning bright red. Cersei saw him and raised her eyesbrows, as if she was surprised.

However, Joffrey's expression only turned worse. He had seen Sansa with a disgusted face, as if she was a piece of dung, but now he was amussed. If something amused Joffrey Baratheon, it was not good for sure.

-So that's the bastard...- he murmured.- Mother.

Cersei walked toward Sansa, and the girl backed to the corner of the room.

-Stay away from me!- she hissed.

-Don't be silly, little dove, I'm not going to hurt you- the Queen regent said, but Sansa knew better than to trust her. Being this close to Sansa, Cersei could now see Ned hidden beneath the cloak. She stared at him with blank eyes. Ned quit his loud cries and opened his eyes a tiny bit, enough for the Queen to see their bright blue color.- What did you name him?

-Eddard- Sansa said, trying to decipher any signs of what they were intending to do.

A small, amused smile appeared on Cersei's lips.

-Of course- was all she said, never taking her green eyes off Ned.

-Mother- Joffrey said, louder than before.- Do as you were told!

Cersei said nothing. She just stood there for a couple of seconds, staring at the baby, until she took a step forward and extended out her arms to take the baby from Sansa's arms. Sansa grabbed Ned only with one arm and pushed away Cersei's arms with her free hand.

-Don't touch him!- she hissed, like a she-wolf protecting her cubs. That was exactly what she was, a Winterfell wolf protecting her only, defenseless cub against the hungry lions.- Don't you dare to put a hand on my son...

-Trust me, little dove, this is for your own good- Cersei said cynically.- Now, just give him to me.

-STAY AWAY FROM HIM!

-Clegane, control your wife- Cersei snapped. The Mountain walked over to where the two women were standing. Sansa couldn't get away from him, as the was backing the wall, and she obviously couldn't fight him off.

Gregor stood beside her and grabbed her arms, holding her still and unable to move. Sansa lost it. She kicked and screamed and bit any hands that got near her, but in the end Cersei wrapped her hands around Ned and took him away from his mother's arms.

-NO! NED! NEEED! Don't take him, please, I'll do anything! PLEASE!

-You should have thought about it before allowing the Hound to fuck you- Joffrey hissed, clearly enjoying that. Sansa wanted nothing more than to snap his neck with her fragile hands, she felt more than capable of doing it, if the Mountain hadn't been holding her still. She watched with tear-flooded eyes as Cersei carried Ned away from her and then handed the baby away to Joffrey. Sansa could only sob as she watched; Joffrey held the newborn in his arms and looked at him as if he was studying and valuing the price of a wasn't any expression on his face that gave Sansa an idea of what to expect, and it was killing her.

-Joffrey, please...- she whispered, trying to make him listen. But he never listened to her. Not when she asked for mercy for her father, not when she asked for mercy for her and Sandor... and definitely not now, when she was asking mercy for her son.

Joffrey had a vicious look in his face. His eyes shone with malice, just as everytime he ordered the kingsguard to punish her or for a person to be executed. Sansa was afraid he might drop Ned to the floor, but he didn't. Joffrey just stared at Ned, and then at her. Sansa wasn't trying to fight against Gregor to let her go, she didn't have any more strength left.

-Please...- she sobbed once more.

-As I said, you should have thought about it before- Joffrey spat.- This pup is a bastard. My father had bastard children. Do you know what happened to them? I sent my guards to cut their throats. That's what bastards deserve.

Little Ned started moving in Joffrey's arms, raising his tiny hands in the air looking for his mother. Either because he was hungry or because he sensed the arms holding him were not Sansa's, he started crying, and Joffrey looked down at him in annoyance. His words still rang in Sansa's ears.

I sent my guards to cut their throats. That's what bastards deserve.

Sansa would have beared a thousand beatings from the kingsguard. They could torment her, hit her, rape her if that's what they wanted! She would even let them take her life, if that meant that Ned would be unharmed.

-Take whatever you want from me- she said, trying to give strength to her shaking voice.- But please, don't harm my son...
For a moment, it seemed as if Joffrey was considering it. The king stood there, silent, with his gaze lost in little Ned's blue eyes. Only the baby's cries could be heard, not even the Queen dared to interrupt her son's thoughts. For a brief second, Sansa had hope... But that moment was shattered as soon as Joffrey spoke again. Sansa had never seen a crueler smile on anybody's face.

-I already have what I want from you.

Without even giving her time to process in her mind what he had just said, Joffrey turned to one of the knights from the kingsguard and handed him the crying baby.

-Take him away. And make sure that the little shit shuts up, he's giving me a headache.

Sansa watched as the knight took Ned away from the room. The only sound she could hear were her son's cries, which were breaking her heart. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Without even been concious of what she was doing, Sansa bit down on Gregor's hand as hard as she could, until she could taste blood on her mouth. Gregor howled in pain and let her go; an opportunity that Sansa inmediatly used to run away from him towards the door.

-NED!- she screamed.

She never reached the door. The moment she was about to, Joffrey's hand closed itself around her arms, holdig her back. Sansa's body seemed to react on her own, for she turned around and slapped the king in the face with a strength she didn't know she possesed. It was the second time that Sansa Stark dared to hit Joffrey Baratheon, and this time the blow was so hard that the king fell to the floor on his back. Sansa jumped over him, pinning him down to the floor, and she started hitting him with her fists and scratching him with her nails, screaming hysterically.

-GIVE ME MY SON BACK!- she screamed. She didn't even know what she was doing, and she did not care about the consequences. All she wanted was her son back.- I told you once that my brother would give me your head as a present, but no... I WILL GIVE IT TO HIM MYSELF!

Joffrey was yelling under her, asking for help as blood came out from the scratched in his face and neck and hands, and Cersei was shouting at the guards to take Sansa away from her son, but they were all too surprised by what was happening in front of them. Lady Sansa Stark, the perfect, educated lady that always looked so sweet and vulnerable was beating their king bloody right in front of them. She wasn't the delicate princess in distress anymore... She had turned into a wolf with a fiery rage inside her that had just exploded.

Gregor Clegane was the first to react. Just as a storm of slaps were falling agaisnt Joffrey's face, Gregor grabbed Sansa's waist and took her away from the king. Again, she kicked and screams and tried to bite him, but he held her tightly to the point that she thought her ribs would crack. Cersei helped Joffrey on his feet; the king was furious.

-TAKE HER AWAY! And make sure to teach her a lesson, Clegane! I want every bone in her body broken, every inch of her bleeding! I want to hear her screams all the way from King's Landing!

Gregor took Sansa away from the room. She was still screaming, but over all that noise she was able to hear Joffrey's last words:

-You'll never see your son again, Sansa! I promise you that!

Gregor carried Sansa downstairs with her over his shoulders. They arrived at the inn's dining room, where lots of guest and the innkeeper and his family were staring at them frozen in their places, not lifting a single finger to help her. Sansa took Alyss's hand in hers when she passed by her side.

-Alyss, please, help me!- she cried.

But Alyss took her hand away in fear.

-I'm sorry m'lady- Sansa heard her whisper, shame and pity present in her voice.

Gregor walked out of the inn and tied Sansa to the saddle of her horse Warrior, making it impossible for her to move of escape. Gregor tied the reigns of Warrior to the saddle of his own destrier and mounted him, and then started to ride away from that place. In the distance, she could see a knight riding away on a white horse, and the cries of a baby in the distance.

-NED!

That was the last thing she shouted before she passed out and everything turned black.

Sansa had woken up at night after she was taken away from the inn, and Ned was taken away from her. Gregor had tied her to a tree to make sure she wouldn't run away while he slept. She didn't cry anymore, or kick or scream. She didn't feel anything, other than a pain that felt like a dagger ripping her heart out of her chest. She had watched Gregor silently with numb eyes while he lit a fire to keep them warm at night.

-Now what?- she had suddenly asked, her voice just a whisper.- Are you going to beat me now? Rape me? Kill me?

He hadn't answered right away, he had just stared at her with a smirk on his face and the flames reflected on his eyes, making them look yellow and demon-like.

-You heard what the king wants me to do with you- he had then said.- And I'll have my fun with you, but not just yet.
Sansa understood. He wanted to take her to his home first, to Clegane Keep. That was at the other side of the realm, miles and miles away from there. Miles away from Ned.

-My son... Where are they taking him?

-I don't know.

-You don't know? Or you don't want to tell me?- Sansa accused him spitefully.

-I don't know, and I don't care.

-He is your nephew!- she exclaimed, hoping to cause some kind of reaction on the Mountain, though she knew already it was useless.- The son of your brother, your only family!

That made Gregor laugh hard, as if his wife had just told him the best joke he had ever heard. The sound of that laugh made her shiver.

-Do you remember my brother's face, girl? Did he ever tell you what happened to him? I did it to him. I don't give a fuck about my brother or his little bastard. He is probably dead by now anyways.

Sansa didn't speak to him at all during the entire time that they spent travelling all the way back to King's Landing to reach the Golden Path that lead to the Westerlands. She knew perfectly fine what her destiny was to be: Gregor would beat her bloody for his own amusement and on the king's orders. He would rape her and put a new baby on her belly, his own heir, a trueborn Clegane. But she didn't want that baby, or any other babies. She wanted her baby, Ned, her's and Sandor's. That perfect little baby with black hair and blue eyes that Cersei had taken away from her helpless arms...

It took them weeks to arrive at Clegane's Keep. It was located not far away from Lannisport, and as soon as Sansa saw it she hated it. It was a tower house standing alone in the middle of yellow fields. It's aura was dark and made Sansa shiver. She knew that bad things happened inside that keep, she had heard the stories, and Sandor himself had told him a few of them. Servants disappeared, the dogs were afraid of their master, estrange death happened all around. Everyone knew it was Gregor, but no one dared say it, afraid that they would be the next ones to go down.

Gregor untied Sansa once they reached the stables and allowed her to get off Warrior. She was sore from all the traveling tied up to the horse's back, and she also felt drained of all energy. She had cried herself to sleep every night, once Gregor couldn't hear her anymore. She cried for her lost child, and swore everyday that she would have her revenge against Joffrey and against all the Lannisters. But in order of that, she first had to survive Gregor and her stay at Clegane Keep.

She walked into the keep alone. Gregor had sent a raven announcing his return with his wife, and the maids were waiting for her. They were terrified, but they seemed to calm down when they saw Sansa, with her delicate and sweet features, so different from her husband's. They bowed in front of Sansa when she reached them.

-M'lady- one of them said. Both of the maids were young, but they had streaks of grey in their hair and their faces were gaunt. Living in that place wasn't doing them any good.- We are happy that you are here.

-Show me to my chambers- was all Sansa said. She didn't have time for cordialities anymore. Both maids seemed to understand her mood and didn't seem to mind the harsh tone of her voice, they just did what they were told.

They led her to one of the towers, where her chambers were located. It was a cold room, with only one small window in the stone wall, a big bed that had been prepared for her, a fireplace and a piece of furniture with a mirror. It was clear that the mirror had just been added to the room, as it was the only thing in it that wasn't old. The maids must have thought that she would like it, maybe.

-Are these my husband's chambers?

-No, m'lady. Lord Sandor used to sleep here when he lived here.

Sansa felt a cold chill running through her body. That had been Sandor's room. It felt like the ghost of his past was present in it. Sansa looked at the fireplace. Would it have been there where Gregor has brutally shoved his little brother's face into the flames and kept him there while his face melted? She could almost hear a little boy scream in the back of her head.

-Make a fire- she ordered.- And prepare me a bath, I'm tired.

-Of course, m'lady, right away.

They brought the tub in, and one of the maids lit a fire on the fireplace while the other one filled the tub with hot water. Sansa stripped herself of her clothes and stepped into the tub, but not before the maids saw the red marks that the tight ropes had left on her, and some bruises. Her body still showed the signs of having given birth shortly ago, but if the maids noticed that, they sure didn't mention it. They just stood there in silence while Sansa sinked into the hot water, and then they helped her wash. They brushed her body, washed her hair, and then helped her dry and perfumed her and covered her in a pretty silk nightgown that had once belonged to the lady of that keep.

Sansa didn't want to eat anything, she had lost her appetite lately. She told the maids to go away and laid down on the bed, trying to sleep as she waited for what she knew was to come.

She managed to sleep for a while, though she didn't know how long it was. She was awakened by the rough touch of huge strong hands on her body, under the silk nightgown. For a brief heavenly moment she thought she was dreaming, or back at King's Landing, and that those hands her Sandor's hands. But she realized the horrible truth immediately after. She knew Sandor's hands perfectly, and that wasn't his touch.

Gregor took her that night, finally consummating their marriage. Sansa just laid there and allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her. Gregor was violent and vicious, and seemed to wish to provoke Sansa as much pain as possible.

I will not scream she decided firmly. I will not give him that pleasure. Let him do whatever he wants to do. I. Will. Not. Scream.

And scream she did not. She bit her lips and her tongue and tasted blood on her mouth, and she dug her nails in her palms, but she managed not to let a single sound out of her mouth, nothing that allowed him to know that she was suffering. Gregor was furious, but he could not break her. Finally, he left her alone after he was done with her.

He tried again the next day, and the day after that, but again he did not even manage to make Sansa whimper even after he left her bleeding. So he tried to break her in more ways. He was still unsuccessful. Sometimes Sansa even dared to laugh at his frustration. Gregor did not understand one thing: all that mattered to Sansa had already been taken away from her. There wasn't any more pain for her in the world. The maids and servants seemed to approve of her behavior but at the same time they were afraid of it, fearing that Ser Gregor might turn against them because of his frustration. Still, the maids were friendly with Sansa. Even at the risk of being discovered, they gave her moontea every day when she asked for it. She had long ago decided that she would never give Gregor Clegane an heir.

She also decided to make his life miserable in any ways that she could. She had learned during the long months of their marriage that her husband suffered from terrible headaches and required great amounts of milk of the poppy to calm them. She found her way to the maester's chambers. There he had stored all the flasks of milk of the poppy. Sansa took them all and emptied them throwing the liquid out of the window. Gregor might have not been able to hear her scream, but for the next couple of days she was the one to hear him scream in agony through the whole keep. It sounded like music to her ears. She had never been cruel, but there was no denying that those screams of agony made her feel good. Very good.

Sandor would not recognize me if he was alive and here with me. I was weak back then.

But she wasn't anymore. And she wasn't going to let anybody hurt her again. She proved it the day when Gregor pinned her to the stone wall, determined to kill her.

His huge hands closed around her throat, preventing her from breathing. His face was red with fury.

-You little whore! You thought I wouldn't find out?! Thought I wouldn't know that you are the one that's throwing away the fucking milk of the poppy?! You fucking whore, I'm going to teach you what pain feels like.

He raised a hand in the air to strike her. But Sansa had decided the night that she ran away from King's Landing that that was the last time that Gregor Clegane dared to put a hand on her. From the corner of her eye, she could see that there was a lighted torch on the wall. She extended her arm to grab it and set it free, and hit Gregor with it.

The fire from the torch burned him, and made him let go of Sansa.

-Aaaahhh!- he yelled in pain.- BITCH!

Sansa hit him again, and again, and again. She felt so full of rage that she shouted like she had never before.

-Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Me. AGAIN!- with each word, she hit him again with the torch.

Gregor was howling with pain. The torch had set his clothes on fire, and his entire upper body was burning. Sansa stopped hitting him with the torch and threw it to the floor, looking at what she had done in shock, unable to move or speak or react in any way.

Now all of Gregor's clothes were on fire, and his flesh and hair started burning as well. There wasn't a single inch of him that wasn't aflame. It was a terrible spectactime but Sansa found herself unable to take her eyes off him as the man that had done so many evil things to so many people died slowly in front of her. It was sweet justice. Gregor was burning, just like Sandor's face burned. Gregor was screaming, just like his little brother and so many more people had screamed.

A tapestry caught fire on the wall, when Gregor passed next to it. He was looking for water, or anything to put the fire away! He rolled on the floor, but it was of no use. Instead, things got worse, as the carpet under him also caught fire. With barely any life or strenght left on him, Gregor stood up and ran towards Sansa, trying to catch her with his hand covered in flames. She finally reacted and ran away, with him behind her. As Gregor ran screaming through the hallway, more tapestries and carpets were set on fire, and soon, practically the whole hallway was burning, like the Blackwater the day of the battle.

Sansa thought for a second that Gregor would catch her, that she would burn and die too. But his hand never caught her. Gregor feel face first on the floor, his screams finally silenced. All that was left of him was a giant burning corpse.

Sansa didn't have enough time to enjoy the fact that Gregor Clegane was dead. She was surrounded by flames everywhere, the heat was almost unbearable, and the smoke was making it nearly impossible to breathe. She coughed and searched for a way out. Luckily, the way to the staircase was still clear, and she ran down the hall to reach it. She could hear the shouts and loud voices of the maids and the servants that were calling for help in the distance, but she could not stop to aid them. She managed to run out of the keep and went into the stables. There was no one there, but she found her horse Warrior.

-Easy boy!- she exclaimed, trying to calm down the unsteady horse that could sense the flames. The saddled him, mounted him, and ran out of the stables as fast as she could.

She left behind the stables, the keep, the flames, and the nightmare that had been her life. She ran away and never looked back. This time she wasn't heading for Riverrun, or Winterfell either. She had only one choice left where she could be safe, the only place where she had any family left.

She was running away to the Wall, with her brother Jon, and nobody would find her this time.

Sandor had been facing the cold winds from beyond the Wall for nearly a month alongside the rest of his crow brothers, but they hadn't found anything. Nor windings, nor any bloody sign of Jon Snow. Sandor felt sorry for the poor lad, he had liked him. Now he was probably dead and buried under feet of snow. Or maybe he had turned into food for savages. Sam never ceased crying for his lost friend. It annoyed Sandor, but he had decided not to do any nasty comments. The boy had been good to him when he had needed a little support.

The one that was annoying him lately was the Old Bear's talking crow. By now, Sandor was used to the fucking animal constantly repeating words. He was just not too fond of his choice of words.

-Fire! Fire! Fire!- the crow said every time that Sandor walked past next to it.

-Will you shut up?- Sandor rasped one day, tired of it, anduncomfortable by the words of the crow. He hated fire. But the core wouldn't stop yelling words. Instead, he started saying a new word that made Sandor freeze.

-Bird! Bird! Bird!

-SHUT UP!

-Clegane!- the Lord Commander called for him. He sounded worried, and he carried a message from a raven in his hands.- Amessage from King's Landing. I think you ought to hear it. It's about your brother.

Sandor scoffed.

-I'm not interested in anything that concerns that bastard.

-Fire! Bird! Fire! Bird!

-He is dead- the Lord Commander then said.

Sandor didn't know what he felt just then. He had been hoping to kill his brother his whole life, and he didn't know whether if he felt joy that Gregor was finally gone, or anger because somebody else did that for him. Over all, he was confused.

-Dead? What the fuck happened to him?

-Clegane Keep burned to the ground, with your brother and his wife inside. I'm so sorry, Clegane...

Sandor wanted to laugh. Burned! The fire had killed his brother! Sandor suddenly started believing in the gods, and in divine justice. Maybe it was the old gods from the North that had listened to his silent prayers and decided to grant him his wish in the most sweet way.

But he didn't laugh when he realized something that the Old Bear had said.

-Wife?- he repeated.- My brother had no wife.

Uuuuuuuuuuuooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh A horn sounded in the distance, announcing the arrival of other rangers.

-Maybe it's Jon!- Sandor heard Sam exclaiming happily, but he wasn't listening. Sandor was still thinking about the words Lord Mormont had spoken, and he didn't like them. He felt that the Lord Commander hadn't told him everything that was in the letter.

-What wife?- he asked again, his voice dangerously murderous.

-Bird! Bird! Fire!

-They married her off to him after they sent you here- Mormont said.

-Who are you talking about?- Sandor's voice did not just sound angry then, but also desperate. He knew what Mormont was going to say, but it wasn't true. It couldn't be true...

-Sansa Stark.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh A second horn. It was the windings that were coming, not other rangers. Everybody started preparing their weapons, but Sandor was unable to move, or to think, or to speak. He saw red, and he felt his blood boiling.

-No- he rasped.- It's not true, you are lying!

-Clegane...

-YOU ARE LYING!

They couldn't have done that to her. They couldn't have married for off to his brother, that was too cruel... Unfortunately, he could see in the old man's eyes that he was telling the truth. Sandor tried to breathe and think clearly. If that was true, his brother was dead, he could no longer harm his little bird...

-But she's safe. She escaped. Right? RIGHT?!

The old man didn't respond for several seconds. But that was enough answer to Sandor.

-No...

He felt something breaking inside him right at that moment. He was in agony. He felt that he was dying. The fucking crow had been telling him the truth the whole time. "Fire", "bird"... Somehow, the fucking crow had known his little bird had been a victim of the flames.

-Little bird...

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuooooooooooooooooooooo ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The White Walkers were right behind him when he finally reacted. He took his great sword out of his scabbard and started slaying dead people. Dead, like his little bird. The only good thing that he had had in his life, and they had taken her away from him. As he cut down walking corpses with dead blue eyes, he thought of her. He wanted to be with her, join her. Maybe, if he let himself die...

But some strange force inside of him compelled him to keep fighting for his life against his will, and when the time came, he took a torch and set fire to the White Walkers, and he watched them burn. Burn, like his brother had burned. Burn, like his little bird had burned.

He had nothing left anymore.

*Again runs away and hopes that nobody throws any tomatoes at her*

Don't mind me, I'm a little out of my mind right now. What did you think? Hey, Sansa if finally going to the Wall, and kicking ass! :D

Part 2 of the fic starts right now! I hope you liked it ^^

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