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Podrick slowly took his arm back, suddenly feeling very weary. Sansa laughed to herself. "We were just talking."
"I'm not here to make judgements." Melisandre shrugged. "Perhaps, Podrick, could you give us some privacy. I need to have a word with Sansa."
Podrick looked at Sansa. "Do you think you will be alright."
"Yes." Sansa said, sitting up straight. "It was just a cramp."
Podrick nodded and stood. He took Sansa's hand and pulled her up also. She thanked him and he made his way across the room and shut the door behind him.
"Is there any news?" Sansa asked.
"Not really, Roose Bolton stands outside the castle. His men at the ready. One command and they will storm the castle. The rest of the men may die. We will most likely die too."
"That's grim." Sansa commented.
"Yes."
"You musn't worry too much about that fate. Many weeks ago The Lord of Light revealed to us a battle in the snow. We saw the wildings finishing armies and Stannis was victorious."
Sansa felt relieved at this. "So we just have to wait for our army to arrive. How much longer?"
Melisandre made her way from the front of the room to the fireplace. "Lord Bolton promised that he would give King Stannis until noon to hand you over. Now, in my vision it was clearly well past noon...closer towards the evening." The Red Woman reached for a large bottle and a clear glass that was sitting there. She brought them down and placed them on a table beside the sofa. "That means that something is going to stall the armies until the wildings arrive. Whether it be that somehow, Roose Bolton got what he wanted..." Melisandre poured a liquid into a cup, it was a golden hue. "Or something else will stall him."
"Which is it?" Sansa asked.
"We don't know yet."
"Should I give myself over?" Sansa asked Meliesandre who took a small sip of her drink. "I did promise that I would serve King Stannis..."
"I have every confidence that turning you over is not what is necessary. You won't have to worry about that any longer."
"What is going to be done then?"
Melisandre drank more of her drink. It was half empty now.
"We wait." When she saw the worry in Sansa's face she shook her head. "If only I could give better advice."
"No."Sansa smiled halfly. "I understand."
Melisandre took a few more larger sips until the glass was empty. Now she set the glass on the table.
"Honestly though, don't worry. I have heard of your past and I now that there is pain from it. Like I said, the pain isn't over." Melisandre stepped close to Sansa and cupped her cheek with her warm hand. "But the healing has begun."
Sansa nodded slowly.
"You should lay down, try to rest." Melisandre half turned to put the items back in place.
"I'm really not tired at all." Sansa stepped over to the table and gingerly reached for the brush.
"Let me help you to relax." Melisandre suggested.
Sansa tapped the brush against her palm. "You don't have to fuss over me."
"I want to." She filled the glass half full with the liquid. "I made this myself, it's made from roots and spices. I like to drink it when I need to unwind." She handed the glass to Sansa.
"Thank you." Sansa finished off the drink. It tasted wonderfully.
"Go ahead and lie down. I will give you another massage. That should help you sleep."
"Alright." Sansa laid the brush back on the table and stepped over to the bed. Melisandre had pulled the sheet back.
"Wait." Melisandre was behind Sansa. She began to untie the strings from the back of her dress. "It will feel better this way."
Sansa didn't want to say anything, but she felt a panic wash over her. For a moment she was back in Winterfell. It was her wedding night and Ramsay was behind her, getting her out of her dress...
Sansa exhaled quietly. Melisandre was a woman. Sansa reminded herself. She can't do what Ramsay did. Sansa's dress hit the floor. Her under skirt kept her from being fully naked. Sansa laid on her stomach, afraid it would hurt at first but when it didn't she relaxed. Melisandre had moved to the fire place. She added a log and poked at the fire. In a moment the fire was large and the room became warmer. Then she sat beside Sansa.
Her hands were warm like they had been held by the fire. The heat sent shivers down to her toes as it had the other night. Her hands worked themselves into Sansa's troubles and melted them away like butter. She started at the shoulder blades and pressed her thumbs into them, moving them in a circular movement. Sansa's back arched slightly as her bones popped from the pressure. Melisandre slid the palms of her hands down Sansa's pale back and then up again, pressing her palms deeper and deeper. She kept at this for a while until all of the knots were out. She slid her hands back up to Sansa's shoulders and down her right arm. She put a hand on either side and massaged her arm for a moment. Then she went to work along Sansa's spine. It popped as the pressure was applied until all the knots there were gone. Melisandre continued on until Sansa's breathing had begun to stick to a normal pattern.
Sansa could feel herself falling into a deep sleep. It took awhile to get sleepy, but it hit her soon enough.
She had pleasant dreams in her sleep. Sansa and her siblings were walking through a garden-with the exception of Bran, who was carried by Hodor. She held Rickon's hand and Arya held the other. Together they lifted him up and swung him happily. Rickon giggles with glee.
In the distant they heard music playing. Sansa looked at Arya, who smiled and took off towards the party. There was a stone floor surrounded by shrubs, a quartet played while ladies and knights danced beautifully. She felt a tap at her shoulder. Podrick smiled and offered his hand. He had proper armor on now, and a well trimmed beard. Sansa smiled. She looked over to see Arya, Rickon and Bran dancing in a circle. Bran's legs fully functioning taking him around and around. Podrick led her out and put a hand on her waist. They glided together for a moment before they came to a stop.
A man was cutting in. Sansa looked away from Podrick's eyes and met Lord Baelish's. He bowed and held out his hand. Podrick bowed and passed her hand over. Sansa curtsied and put her hand on his shoulder while he put his hand on her waist.
Petyr gazed at her, never taking his gaze away, not for a moment. He smiled power of it caused Sansa to blush and when she looked away for a moment she caught sight of her siblings still dancing in a circle...only now a fourth child was dancing with them. A boy with dark dark curly hair. As if he could sense her watching him he looked her way and smiled beautifully at her. He had lovely dimples and his eyes-they were her eyes. He was beautiful. She looked back at Petyr who still watched her blissfully, studying her as if she were a rare gem. When the song ended he drew her close to him. He was a few inches from her now. He cupped her cheek and his eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in.
Sansa's eyes slid open. The room was dark, the fire had reduced to a red glow. Melisandre was long gone and somewhere in the room she could sense Podrick. He was a knight in her dream. Upon remembering her dream Sansa felt a wave of saddness. It was as if she had been cheated almost. The dream had been so beautiful...being with her siblings again...and Lord Baelish he was just about to kiss her. Sansa closed her eyes and finished the dream in her conscious mind. Then, she played her dream in her mind again. Had she seen her son? He looked like his father, dimples and dark curly hair. His eyes were so lovely, smiling lovingly at her. It was all so pleasant. She would have to Melisandre later for if she hadn't of fallen asleep as she had, it would have been long time before she would get to see her son and her siblings...and maybe even Lord Baelish. She wondered if he had forgotten about her. What he would say to her once he found out she had run away from the better life he thought that he was giving her.
Sansa breathed and decided that she had a right to escape. If she would have stayed then she and her son to be born may have never lived to this day. He was so beautiful...better than she could have ever imagined. Sansa shifted and tried to fall back asleep, using her imagination to pick back up on the dream. Try as she might, the dream never came back to her. She breathed deeply as she dozed. Her son's face shifted to Ramsay's. He looked at her with the same intensity as Lord Baelish had, not like she was a rare gem but a piece of coal. Where there had been love and life in Lord Baelish's eyes Ramsay's were full of anger and death. He brought his hand back and just before he struck her there was a knock at the door. Sansa's gasped awake. Podrick opened the door.
"Have Sansa dressed and bring her to His Grace's pressence as soon as possible."
Sansa sat up. She covered her chest and slipped out of bed. Her dress was no longer in the floor. She searched for a moment but noticed another hanging from a rack by the fire. She picked it up with one hand. The dress was a ruby red and had long sleeves. Sansa stepped into it and was relieved to find it tied in the front. She smoothed the front before turning around. Podrick had his back turned and was studying the wall when she made her way over to him and the door.
"His grace is in there council room." Podrick told her.
"Thankyou." Sansa exited the room.
"Good morning, my lady." Brienne greeted.
"Good morning." Sansa smiled as Brienne escorted her up the stairs.