In the last chapter, Sansa found out she was pregnant, Cersei killed Margaery, if you have not guessed. Poison! Just like her family did to Joffrey, but cersei did it for different reasons. This chapter, more sansa/gregor, and Arya and Podrick hit it off.

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I can't go on

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Tommen held his dead wife's head in his hands and screamed, "Guards! Guards!" Several guards, including Meryn Trant, ran into the room and looked down at Tommen holding his dead wife in his hands, "The Queen is dead!" Meryn Trant ran out of the room to find Tywin as Tommen stayed on the floor. Tywin had just laid down to bed when frantic knocking interrupted him and he growled, "This better be good!" When he opened the large door, Meryn Trant pointed down the hall, "My Lord, the Queen is dead."

"What?"

Tywin's eyes were wide as he grabbed his robe and ran down the hall to Tommen's room, but when he entered, he was not expecting to find the scene before him. He crouched next to Tommen and looked at Margaery's pale face and the blood coming from her mouth. Tywin cried out, "Have the guards search the perimeter for anyone suspicious and have them brought here. The Queen has been murdered!"

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Sansa sat in front of the fire and watched as water was being boiled for her. The guard making it pulled the bowl off the fire and handed it to her, "Thank you." He smiled and walked away, leaving her to grab some of the herbs from her satchel and drop them into the hot water. She watched as the water turned into a greenish-brown color and she sniffed it; it smells like flowers.

"What you got there?"

She looked up at Gregor and he was frowning, "It's just some herbs the healer gave me for my stomach-" She gasped as he grabbed the small bowl from her and sniffed it. With a growl, he threw down the mixture and grabbed her arm, nearly dragging her into his tent before tossing her to the floor. As she landed on her side, Sansa groaned and opened her eyes slowly as he straddled her hips, keeping her on the ground. She began to scream, "Get off of me! Stop!" Gregor was breathing heavy as he grabbed her wrists and held her hands above her head, "Listen to me, girl!"

Sansa stopped struggling and looked up at him, "I've smelled those herbs before and the only time I did was when my wife was with child!" Sansa cried out as his weight was becoming too much for her to handle, "Please, get off of me!"

"You have one chance to tell me the truth! Are you carrying a child in that belly of yours?"

They stared at each other in silence, but when he put more weight onto her, she screamed, "Yes! I am with child, please, stop!" With those words, he let go of her and rolled off, laying on his back next to her, anger written all over his face. Sansa cried in silence as he laid there, staring at the ceiling of the tent. He looked at her and growled, "Were you going to tell me? Or were you just going to let me drop you off in Kings Landing to get yourself killed?" Sansa reached up and wiped her cheeks and eyes before turning her head to look at him, "I-I don't know! What does it matter? It is not yours, it is Sandor's." Gregor chilled the room with his laugh, "Aye, it's his, but it is a Clegane pup and is the only known heir of the Clegane house." They were silent until he mumbled, "I knew of the tea you were making because of Megena. When she was pregnant with our son, she would drink that every night. She said it made the mornings better for her. She did the same with the girl."

They still laid side by side on the ground in the tent as Sansa kept wiping her tears away. She asked in a whispered, "What happened to your son?" She was afraid she asked too much, but he sighed, "The boy died a few years after he was born. Caught an illness and died from his fever. He was my firstborn son and it hurt Megena more than it hurt me. I knew we could have more, but I still hurt from his death."

Sansa bit her lip and whispered, "And the girl?"

He turned his head and looked at her for a moment, "I don't talk about the girl." He sat up suddenly and looked down at her, "Get your sleep, wolf bitch. We leave at first light." After he left her alone, Gregor sat outside, going through the satchel that Alexia had given her, looking at the different herbs and liquids. His job was to bring her to Kings Landing and hand her over to Cersei, but he had permission to take her as he wanted. Why hadn't he? He was the Mountian, the most terrifying man in Westeros. Yet, this girl reminded him so much of Megena, that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Now, she carries a Clegane baby, Sandor's to be exact.

Gregor stared at the fire, watching the flames dance in front of him as if they were telling him what to do. It was finally clear to him; he would not be handing over the girl to Cersei. He smiled to himself as he thought, I'm keeping her for myself.

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They were close.

Sandor kept telling Jon that as they rode south trying to find Sansa. In the week that had passed, Sandor and Tarrent spent time together, talking of each others past, why Sandor was the way he was, how Tarrent came to be with Jon. Sandor smirked,

"You plan on taking the black, then?"

Tarrent looked at his father and nodded, "Aye. I was recruited and Jon picked me out to train me. Hopefully within the year, I will take the black and help protect the Wall." Jon chuckled, "You should see him fight, Sandor. The boy is fast with a sword and can jump several feet." Sandor smiled at his boy and realized that he reminded him of Arya. A child lost, learning his way around Westeros, teaching himself to fight. An hour later, Tarrent was asleep in front of the fire and Sandor and Jon were the only ones awake.

Jon looked at Sandor, "What will happen to the boy after we find Sansa?" Both looked at the sleeping boy and Sandor shrugged, "I suppose he'll travel with her and I until-"

"Winterfell can be rebuilt."

Sandor looked at him, "Yes, it can, but will Sansa want to go back? Until it is rebuilt, we will need a place to stay." Jon nodded, "I can offer a small cottage just west of there. My father had it built for me." He knew the bastard was speaking about Ned Stark, "Why?" Jon chuckled and tossed some dirt into the fire, "Catelyn wasn't happy about me being there for a time. When I was a boy, I asked him to build me another home to go to with my nursemaid when Catelyn got angry. He did it. I didn't think he would, but he did. Two years later, I was shown a small cottage that I could go to when I wanted to be alone. Father understood that."

Silence fell across the camp until Sandor mumbled, "Once we find her, I plan on marrying her." He and Jon shared a look before Jon nodded, "I figured as much. My sister always believed that a knight in shining armor would be her husband, but I suppose you are just as good."

The men shared a laugh and that night, Sandor spent most of his night laying there with his eyes open, watching Tarrent sleep and thinking about Sansa.

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Arya walked from her small room and saw Podrick sitting in front of the fire. They had made it to Braavos two weeks ago and were able to purchase a small home near the ports, where Podrick found a job fishing and Arya found a job selling the fish. Brienne was helping at the inn up the road and would not be home for hours until the morning.

She stood in the doorway and watched him as read, "What are you reading?" Pod jumped and turned to find Arya in her night clothes, watching him, he shrugged and looked at the front, "Not really sure. Something about fishing I suppose, my mind has been elsewhere." She crossed her arms and walked over to where he sat, sitting next to him and taking the book from his hands, "You miss it, don't you? Kings Landing?" Pod nodded slowly, "I sometimes do. I mean, I was born and raised in Westeros and was in Kings Landing most of my life. What about you?"

"I miss my sister and my family."

He saw her shiver and quickly grabbed his cloak from off the chair behind him before standing and walking behind her. He paused as Arya glanced over her shoulder, "Do you mind?" Arya paused but then shook her head, allowing him to place his cloak on her shoulders.

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Hours later, when Brienne returned at first light, she found Arya and Podrick laying together on the floor in front of an almost dead fire. Arya's head was on his shoulder and she was wrapped in his cloak.

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The bells in Kings Landing rang constantly that day and night.

Tommen sat on his iron throne, his face like a stone as his mother, grandfather, and the other council members came in. He looked down at them, "Has he or she been found?" Tywin shook his head, "No, your grace. Until that time, I have given the order for them to bring her body to the Sept and in the morning, we shall mourn and bury her." Above them, the bells continued to ring, "My wife was killed, grandfather. She was poisoned, I just know it. I want the city on lock down and all those that may know anything brought to me." Cersei eyed her son and walked up to him, "My son, why go through all of the troub-"

"Why not? She was my wife and your Queen. Back down, mother." Cersei gasped at his words and slowly backed down the steps. How could she be so blind? Had the boy truly cared for the Tyrell girl? She watched him stand and walk down the steps, the council bowing to him as he walked from the room.

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A shorter chapter, but another one! I hopefully can get more included next chapter!