Alayne:

"Keep the arrows raining on them, boys! Make them pay for every step they take in this land!" Screamed a voice from the Moon Gate's wall.

Please Mother, show us mercy. Sansa begged as she clutched Sweetrobin in her lap, and he continued to scream and sob and soil himself further. Please Warrior, give them courage enough to not falter before our enemies. A loud crash rung in from the window along with several cries of pain, and Sansa closed her eyes to stem the tears and prayed harder. Please Smith, give them strength to repel our foes. She heard more orders being shouted and she finished her prayer. Please Crone, give me wisdom enough to save my Sweetrobin.

Suddenly the door to her and Sweetrobin's bedchamber was flung open and she wished she had a weapon to defend herself. "Are you both alright?" Harry asked as he strode into the room in his plated mail and plumed helmet under his arm. Sansa had stood from Sweetrobin and ignored his cries as she clutched at Harry and sobbed. "Shh, quiet now my Love. Everything is alright." He consoled her.

She cried harder and pounded at his armored chest. "No it's not! You promised me he wouldn't break through and he did!" She had wanted to hurt him, but she only succeeded in hurting her hands. "We're doomed, there is nowhere for us to go!" Petyr was shaking earlier in the day when word arrived that the Bloody Gate had fallen and Yohn Royce had proven his falseness by letting them in. Petyr had wanted to climb the high road back up to the Vale, but Mya warned them that it was impossible and even she would die if she tried to make the trek now.

Despite how hard and cold his armor was, Harry did his best to be gentle as his hand gently smoothed back her hair. "I won't let them touch you I swear, I'll kill every bastard who makes it over that wall if it means you're safe."

"We need every man back at the wall, they're trying to bridge the moat." Urged a short soldier armed with a shield and mace. "We need to go."

Harry's arms slid off of Alayne's shoulders and he kissed her forehead. "I have to go."

I don't want you to. Sansa knew she couldn't be selfish and that he had to go protect Sweetrobin and herself. "Promise me you won't die."

Harrold gave her a reassuring smile and his dimples were on full display. "I'd never leave you alone." With one last kiss, he turned from the room and put his blue plumed helmet back on.

Sansa ran back to her shared bed with Robert and he was still crying and sobbing. "He'll defend us, you heard him yourself." She said in her gentlest voice.

She tried to rub his shoulders to calm him, but he scratched and clawed her away and curled under his soiled covers. "I don't want you, I want my mother!" He screeched.

So do I. Sansa wanted to scream back at him, but she knew nothing could be done to console her Sweetrobin. She then got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the window. After carefully poking her head over the sill, she saw the frantic movement of household guards going on and off the wall. She saw Lothor Brune leading defense, just as he said he would earlier in the morn. He organized several men to go out to the hills and to collect the biggest rocks they could find to toss at the invaders and while it wasn't much, it was something. If Myranda was to be believed this was the first ever siege the castle was about to suffer. Myranda herself had disappeared earlier during the day and Sansa knew she was hiding in some hole or hideaway in the castle, Some friend she turned out to be.

Sansa then located Harry who was armed with a crossbow on the wall, and several arrows whizzed by his head and her heart nearly stopped, but he didn't even seem to register them as threats. Mya had even been down with the rest of the men behind the gate, she had armored herself in leather and mail and she had a short sword and shield.But a noticeable absence in the field was Petyr Baelish who looked to be in denial when they were told of the Bloody Gate falling. I ... I knew Yohn Royce was against us, but I never thought Lyn Corbray would fail me. Petyr had stood up and then calmly left the room and locked himself in his sitting room, and every few minutes he would have a letter flown to some distant Lord that wouldn't reach them in time, if they came at all.

"Have we won?" Robert asked from under his covers. He didn't dare to remove himself from them as if they protected him from the coming storm.

No you idiot we haven't! Sansa almost screamed back at him, but she simply shook her head and continued watching. She had wanted to cry as she saw a man next to Harry slip over the wall, and fall to his death. Sansa guessed he died as he wasn't moving and no one seemed concerned with him as they passed him.

Suddenly the door flung open again, but this time it was Petyr who was dressed in heavy furs and he had an ornate looking blade in his hands. "We need to go now." He told her, and she noticed that he was flanked by four guards.

"How? We're surrounded!" Sansa stood from the window and ran over to him, desperate for any means of escape.

Petyr embraced her in a hug and she withstood it, as it could mean her survival. "I don't care what Mya said. We will climb back up to the Eyrie and it will protect us against all." He whispered.

"If we're going, we need to go now." Said a helmet wearing guard in a northern accent.

Petyr turned to the men. "First, I need a sign of her love." Before she could react, he had carried her over to the bed. "Harry doesn't matter anymore, you and I are the only ones who matter in this world."

"What are you doing?!" She screamed and fought against him and she could feel Robert still squirming under his covers. "Help!" She screamed for anyone.

Petyr's breath betrayed what he had been doing this day and it stunk heavily of wine. "I know you wanted this to happen, you are always tempting me. Just like your mother." His mouth slammed onto her's and their teeth banged together and it made her mouth hurt. But not so much as when his hand pulled her skirts up.

"We don't have time for this. So get off her." Exclaimed one of the guards who had a golden beard poking out from under his helmet.

That angered him as he spun around and brandished a dagger towards the man. "I'll take what should have always been mine! No one not even Brandon Stark will stop me this time!" Sansa had managed to slide away from him and was almost off of the bed, before he grabbed her by her ankles and dragged her back to him. "Where are you going? We love each other and we always have Cat."

"I'm not Cat!" She screamed and suddenly Petyr was flung off of her and onto the floor. She had been in shock, but the northern accented man had come into the room and was now standing over a shocked Petyr.

The bearded guard held his ungloved hand out to her. "Come with me, my Lady. We need to get you away from here, now."

Sansa lifted the covers off her Sweetrobin and ignored his fighting and pulled him away from his bed. "We're going to escape and be safe, my sweet. Now just trust me." That seemed to steady him, but he still was dangerously pale and looked to be ready to go into a shaking spell. "Thank you, good Ser." Was all she knew to say to her savior.

"Now, are you going to play nice or do we need to leave you here?" Asked the man who had tossed Petyr off of her.

Petyr still looked half in shock as he layed on the floor, but his sword had been tossed away earlier and he was in no position to argue with the armored and armed men. "I ... yes." He stood up from the ground and dusted himself off, like it was a bad dream.

"Keep a hold on him, and stay in between us." The golden bearded man ordered her, and he then drew his sword. The guards then formed a square around her and her Sweetrobin, while Petyr was hiding in the rear of the group.

The screaming outside of the castle was getting louder and she knew that it wouldn't be long until the gates fell. "Where are we going?" She asked timidly as the men did frighten her despite what their intentions seemed to be.

No one answered her. By the time they had exited the castle a loud crash echoed and over the mass of bodies guarding it from their side, and Sansa knew the gate had fallen. "Quickly get to the stables!" Petyr hissed. "We can ride up to the Castle of Stone." Petyr had broken from the group and attempted to detach a horse.

"What the hell are you all doing!" Cried a woman's voice. Then Mya who was still dressed in her armor ran in front of Petyr, and Sansa noticed she had a bleeding wound in her hairline.

Petyr pushed by her and exclaimed. "We're going up to the Eyrie to protect ourselves. You would do well to come with us."

Mya grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. "I told you, we can't! It's far too treacherous and you'll die if you try."

It had been quick and Sansa almost didn't notice it, but Petyr had backhanded Mya across the face and knocked her into the snow. "I'm still the acting regent of the Vale and a lowborn bastard like yourself won't touch or tell me what to do."

"We can't take horses up. We'll need to walk on foot or we won't know the soft spots in the ice." Complained one of Petyr's usual guards.

"He's right, we'll need to walk there or we're done." Exclaimed the northern sounding guard.

Petyr seemed to heed that man's word at first, and Sansa knew he must have remembered what that floor still felt like. "They'll catch us if we walk!" But he still argued back.

"You can go on horse if you wish, but we all are going on foot, so make your choice." The bearded man exclaimed and he lead Sansa by the back towards the road up the Giant's Lance.

Sansa felt Sweetrobin's hand slip from her's and she looked back in panic, as Petyr held Robert by the collar and had his dagger to his throat. "No! I'm in charge here as I just told you. We do what I want now."

"Let him go!" Sansa screamed as she was still being pulled away by the bearded man. "He's just a child, don't hurt him!" She was hysterical and desperately wanted to run and protect her little bird.

The northern accented man drew his axe from his belt loop and stalked closer to Petyr. "Just let him go, and go on which ever way you want. For if you kill him, then you know I won't let you go." His axe hand tensed and Sansa knew he was looking for the perfect moment to strike.

"Give me her, and I'll give you him. Do it now." Petyr pulled harder on Sweetrobin's collar and it choked him.

Sweetrobin's eyes were turning red and she could see his hands beginning to tremble and she knew he was about to go into a shaking spell. "Okay fine. I'll go with you, just let him go!"

A grey armored figure ran in through the side of the stable, and Sansa knew who it was immediately. "What's going on here? You all need to get back in the castle until it's safe!" Commanded Harry whose sword was bathed in red blood. "What are you doing, Petyr?" He asked as he finally noticed the blade at Sweetrobin's neck.

Petyr looked back in forth between Sansa and Harry and a cruel and sadistic smile grew on his lips. "Tell him, tell him who you really love. Me or him." She knew that it was what he desperately wanted his entire life, for a Tully to choose him over another higher born and better man. "You tell him that you always loved me more than him and that you were only using him. And I won't kill your Sweetrobin."

"I always loved you the most." Sansa didn't hesitate or stutter, but Petyr's grip never loosened. "I never loved Harry and I only lied to him to please you. Now please let him go and we can go away and give into our love." She desperately was searching her brain for anything else he wanted to hear.

Petyr's face softened looked as if tears were forming in his eyes. "That was all I ever wanted to hear ... ever since I was a boy." A loud slicing noise rung out and red blood poured from her Sweetrobin's neck.

"No!" Sansa cried and she felt her legs buckle under her and she buried her head in the snow. She had lost all vision and her eyes wouldn't open, but she heard another quick slash of human flesh and she knew Petyr was dead now too.

"We need to get you out of here, M'lady." Said the northern voice as he tugged at her shoulders. "Your mother desperately wants to see you." He added.

"My mother's dead. Just like my father, my brothers, my sister, and now my Sweetrobin." She desperately sobbed into the snow.

"She's not sweet girl. I promise you she's not. Now come with us and we'll get you out of here." The northern man lifted her to her feet and tried to tug her away. But Sansa saw her Sweetrobin lying dead in the snow and Petyr's body was only a few feet behind him. Mya was standing over Petyr's corpse and her sword was sticking through the back of his head.

"You two should come with us." The blonde bearded man told them.

Mya still looked down at Petyr's corpse and she shook her head. "I'm staying here. Mayhaps I'll be able to do something of use here."

Harrold's face let none of his feels slip, but he nodded. "It will be a hard climb, but climbing down the cliffs is the only chance of real escape." He turned from the stables and the remaining group followed after them.

Sansa gave one last look at the stables before the tears in her eyes clouded her vision. More screams and sounds of destruction rang out from around the castle, but Sansa noted that many of the defenders still held the gate from bursting. "Do you know the climb?" Asked the northern man as they got closer to the edge of the castle on the road leading up the Giant's Lance.

"No, but it has been used as a test of strength and courage during the summer months. It will be difficult to climb especially in the snow, but it's the only way you'll escape the army for sure." Harrold retrieved a length of rope and handed it to the bearded man. "You can use this to lower Sansa down the mountain, but you'll have to make most of the climb yourself. Halfway down it turns into ramps and steps, that shouldn't be too difficult."

As the approached the edge Sansa looked over the cliff and knew it must have been nearly a hundred foot drop down to the wooded area below. "What did you call me?" She asked in fear as she recounted what he said.

Another loud crash filled the night sky and Sansa knew it was over for the castle now. "We have to go!" Screamed the northern man as he tied the rope around Sansa's waist. "Hold on to me." He told her, but she didn't listen and cupped Harrold's chin in her palm.

"The Dragon!" Screamed a voice near the gate and Sansa to her horror saw a line of heavily armored Knights ride through the gates of the castle, and they slew all in their way.

The golden haired man seemed to struggle climbing down, and Sansa briefly wondered why he didn't throw his golden gauntlet off if it troubled him so much. "I'll stay here and make sure non stop you." Harry exclaimed and glanced back at the fighting behind them, which was going decidedly in the favor of the attackers.

It was a ridiculous proposal and he knew it. "No! You're coming with us, I can't lose you too. Not now, I love you." Sansa clutched at him, and she could feel his body loosen in her grip and his arms hung to the side. "Do you remember what you told me?"

"I love you, and I always will and thats why I need to protect you." Harry looked back at the northern man and he seemed to ask for a few more moments. "I never believed in fate or magic, but my dreams told me your truth. And I would be lying if I didn't say it was crazy or that it made me want you more. I've never felt this same feeling that I feel about you, not even my own child gave me such feelings-"

"Over there, those people are trying to escape!" Roared a man on horse, who was then joined by two others that rode towards them in due haste.

The northern man ignored Sansa's protests and wrapped the rope around her waist. "Say your peace." He commanded while he carried her over his shoulder.

She tried to fight back against him, but it was useless. "We will be together either in this life or the next, I swear. I love you."

"And I you." Harry murmured before putting his helmet back on and turning along with the two other remaining guards at his side. "You will all stay back, or you'll find your death with me." He warned the three dark horsemen.

Without pause all three descended from their horses and they drew their weapons. The center one was a monstrous and frightening figure in black and gold armor, but the true horror came when he drew a ruby pommeled blade that Sansa knew was Lady Forlorn, but she knew that this man was not Ser Lyn Corbray. "I wondered where you were on the wall, Harrold." Spoke the black figure, and Sansa's true nightmares came to realization when she heard the melodious voice pour from the helmet.

"I was not there, and pity your fate if I had been." Harry responded as he lifted and prepared his sword.

The northern man was climbing down the mountain, and he was nearly low enough down where he could carry Sansa through rest, but she didn't want to surrender her Harry to her last living nightmare.

"Yohn Royce hoped you would have seen reason and surrendered the castle to me. And when we arrived, I wondered why the gates still held shut to me." The Dragon King's voice held no malice or anger, just simple finality.

"Be glad I wasn't at the Bloody Gate, or the false Lord Royce would be dead and you'd still be there futily pounding your fists." Harrold didn't miss a beat in his tone and lowered the visor of his helm.

Aegon looked past Harrold and at Sansa herself then, but he didn't seem to recognize her as he didn't move. "All the Lords of the Vale will soon dip their banners and pledge me fealty ... I was hoping you would be among them."

Harrold moved forward and Sansa knew it would start soon. "I won't bow to you, not then and not now." Harrold was stronger and bigger then Aegon and was always sure of himself.

The King's shadows moved to guard him as the white of the new snow melted against their black armors. Harry lifted his sword in both hands as the black King lifted Lady Forlorn in his left hand. "So I feared." And then a loud clash of steel echoed as their blades met.

"Let go Sansa, let go!" Demanded the northern voice from below her. "You have to let go!"

But she couldn't draw herself from the dance of death between her hero and her monster. While Harry was bigger, he also was much slower and the black armor seemed to dance effortlessly across the white snow covered ground. One of the shadows moved in with a club of black metal to help his King, but Aegon's voice was sure and steady. "You leave him to me!" He shouted as he smashed Harry's helmet with the crossguard and Harry stumbled back.

"You won't end me Ser, I have those who are counting on me!" Harry roared as he wildly swung his sword at his opponent, which kept the black armor backpedaling and dodging. But not for long as Harry overextended his reach and tripped over something hidden under the snow.

The black armor didn't seem dazed or even impeded as he allowed Harry to return to his feet. "Drop your blade, I won't ask you again." It warned and Harry didn't pay it heed as his sword locked against Lady Forlorn. Harrold was stronger and that served him well as he pushed down on the smaller man.

"Give, and I won't end your life!" Harrold roared out in anger as he had forced the black armor into a near crouched stance under him.

"No," The voice was hard and cut like steel as his right hand slipped under Harry's guard and a sheen of metal from his hand was reflected.

Like a dream, Sansa felt pulled from of her own body as the rope tugged at her waist and she fell back off the edge of the cliff. Just as she heard Harry cry out in pain, she felt herself immediately come to a stop as the golden haired man caught her. "No, let me go!" She screamed and battled against the man as no further word came from either the Dragon King or her Harry above them.

"Sansa, you have to be calm we're going to get you home." The man replied back and wouldn't give an inch for her to pull herself away.

Tears stung her eyes as they carried her down the slopes carved into the mountain. I had a home and it was with Harry. Sansa wouldn't allow any more tears to come to her eyes as the visage of her family and Harrold flashed through her mind, and they then gave way to Aegon and his black armor. Winter is coming for him, I swear it.