Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 36 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Sansa

Sansa fought to control herself; but despite her efforts, tears spilled forth.

"Sandor..." She whispered.

He grit his teeth and shook his head. They were in the infirmary; her heart had dropped when she saw Sandor was brought in. His injury was more than deep, he had been run completely through. She had panicked and tried to help, but in the end she could only stand back.

She let out a shaky breath. 'But, but they said, nothing could be done...He, his wound is, too severe. It was his own brother who did this, it's, it's...'

She couldn't understand it; it wasn't right, it wasn't fair; why did this have to happen.

Sandor shook his head again, his voice rasped weakly. "Accept it, little bird, it's, it's over...There's nothing to be done."

More tears spilled forth and she choked out. "No, this, we, we, I...You..."

"Gregor was more vicious than I expected; This is, this is just the way things have turned out. There's nothing we can do but, accept it."

But Sansa couldn't accept it; she couldn't accept losing Sandor, especially after everything that had happened between them. She tried to wipe away the tears, but more just came.

It was then she heard footsteps approaching and looked up. She froze when she saw who entered.

'What but, how, how can she be here?' She thought in disbelief. 'She's supposed to be home, to be at Winterfell, but...wait, her clothes, can it be…?'

The person she saw was, in fact, her sister Arya. Arya's clothes were very familiar to Sansa, not just the breeches and tunics which had become Arya's typical clothing, but the armour, she'd seen that armour before. Also, strapped across Arya's back was her own blade, Needle.

Sansa was still in disbelief. 'I'd bet anything that blade was hidden and covered by oilcloth last time I saw it...and that Arya was carrying a short sword and dagger.'

The armour was the real give away; she couldn't believe it, Arya had been the Silent Warrior all along.

'She was fighting all this time, I saw her so many times; never realizing. She put herself in danger, so many times and now, now she's hurt and...and...'

Arya looked back at her; not saying anything. In the end Arya stepped away from her and made her way to the healers. Sansa didn't mind, in truth, while shocked by Arya's presence, Sansa was more fearful for Sandor, returning her attention to him.

She gasped in horror as she noticed the pallor of his skin changing.

"No..."

Sandor shook his head. "It, it's time, Little Bird...It's over now..."

Sansa reached out, grasping him. "Please Sandor, please..."

"I know it's time, I know nothing can be done; just...just accept it." He said softly. "Go on living, don't, give up on life...I; I want you to live a full and proper life, understand."

She nodded, still fighting back tears, yet no matter what she tried; she knew there was nothing that could be done. All the same, she felt more and more dismay and it made things worse for her.

The worst part of course, was something that, at the moment, only they knew. But she knew it wouldn't be long before the truth came out. Sandor let out another weak groan, before reaching his hand out towards her, finally touching her belly. He looked up at her and smiled sadly.

"I am sorry, for leaving you behind." He told her. "For leaving both of you behind...take care, of the, child..."

Those were his last words, before he passed away. Sansa's gasped in horror, but it was clear to see that it was already too late; Sandor Clegane was dead; dead and she was now alone. Carrying their child, a child that would now be fatherless, not only that, but also a bastard.

This time, the tears did fall; she couldn't control herself, her tears burst forth and she buried her face in her hands. This lasted for some time, she wasn't sure, she had lost track. At that moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up, through her tears she could see Arya, her right arm bound in a sling, standing there. Breaking down further, Sansa threw her arms around Arya and wept into her shoulder, Arya awkwardly did her best to comfort her, embracing her with one arm. Sansa wept at her loss and prayed that something good would come of this.

Something like what was happened between her and Arya right now.

End of chapter and Sansa's storyline, read and review please.

Yeah, it's short, but it was all I could up for this. It is still hopefully good.