Sansa Tarly, Randall Tarly's eldest daughter, and Sam's younger sister were so unlike the girl Sam had fondly talked about in his stories. Reddish brown hair, sharp blue eyes and pale pink lips curled in a rather permanent frown, it was very obvious in her expression that she was none too pleased to be dragged there. With her Father and brother dead, burned along with the other Lannister soldiers and Tarly men to what Westeros now called the Second Field of Fire, Jon understood that bending the knee to Daenerys will be the last thing on her mind.
A fighter, she has a great mind in battle just like Father. Of all of us, she took after Father the most and though he might not admit it, Father favors her more than Dickon.
He remembered Sam once said.
What happened in the Rose Road was wrong, very, very wrong. He had not expected that the Tarly patriarch and his son will be one of the casualties and he didn't know they sided with the Lannisters, betraying their liege, either. Randall and Sam may not have that strong of a relationship as Father and son, still, Randall Tarly was his friend's Father. Oh! He regretted even encouraging Daenerys.
"Jon Snow, right? The King in the North." Sansa hissed, spite and venom heavy in her words. Jon nodded absently, too lost, too divided.
"You were Sam's friend and you let our Father and brother burn!"
Jon took her accusations without refuting when he had the right to do so. He had no idea they were there and this war shouldn't even be their focus. The real enemy was in the North. But he held his head in shame. He had no idea when he will ever see Sam or if he will have the guts to even face him but Jon was currently standing in front of his sister.
"Sam spoke highly of you when he returned to Horn Hill. He said you were the most honorable man he ever met but you never were, were you?" She said, tears streaming down her blue eyes. Hastily, she wiped them away before looking him straight in the eyes. "You know nothing, Jon Snow."
Jon Snow's heart sank.