So...as far as we know, the White Walkers are coming...Sam just came to the village hurt, and Mance is ready to fight...here we go!

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Just words

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"How could they do this to you?"

Sansa dabbed a wet rag against Sam's arm and looked at his wound, "You will scar." He smiled, "It's not so bad, Sansa." Jon paced near the doorway as Mance stood on the other side of the hut holding his son. Jon paused, "The fucking Night's Watch has fallen due to Alliser. Sam, did they say anything before they shot at you?" Sam nodded, "Aye, Alliser threatened to run a dagger through my heart like he did to you if I were to ever return. They shouted that I was a deserter, but when I saw the red sky, Jon, I knew I had to come here to help." Sansa looked up at Jon,

"They won't help us, will they? Look at what they did to one of their own for wanting to help."

Jon shook his head and helped wrap Sam's arm, "No, they will not help us. Alliser has turned them all into cowards and if it has to be that way, then so be it." As Sansa picked up the bowl of hot water, she questioned, "What of Gilly and little Sam? Are they safe?" Sam nodded and sighed, "Safe until I return for them. I found an older family living just outside the village that offered to help them. Gilly is a strong girl, so no doubt she can help herself as well."

Sansa nodded and walked over to Mance where she took Stark in her arms and sat next to him. Jon helped Sam up from his seat, "Do they know I'm alive?" Sam shook his head, "No. No, they think you are dead." Jon looked at Mance, "He must be stopped for what he is doing to those boys. Alliser has corrupted them and turned them into something they are not."

Mance shrugged, "I can send my best climbers over the Wall to kill him, but I cannot risk sending you."

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Four days later...

"I was hoping you would be awake before sunrise."

Sansa shifted in their bed and looked up at her husband who stood before her, looking down at her with a solemn expression. She slowly sat up, "Where is Stark?" Mance smiled, "Joanna has him. I wished to speak with you." This was the morning that Mance and the others would be taking their leave for battle. Thousands of Wildling men and women were about to risk their lives to save Westeros from the White Walkers.

Mance took her hand, "I am leaving in just a few hours. I-I wish for you to hear my wishes-" Sansa shook her head, "Don't speak that way! Mance, I know I should be afraid, but here me now." Sansa scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his face, "You will come back to me when this is over, I just know it. I also know that if you do not, I will storm the battle field and take them all by myself." Mance could not help but smirk at her last words, "You may be small, my Queen, but you are the strongest person I know."

"You won't forget us will you? While you are fighting, you will remember me and little Stark?"

Goodbyes were not always meant to be sad and neither cried tears of sadness. Mance chuckled at her words and nodded as he watched Sansa smile up at him, "Aye, I'll remember you."

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And so it goes...

Sansa said her goodbyes with Mance the following morning, a long but tender kiss shared between the two and Mance kissing his sons forehead. Sansa could not help but smile when Tormund came up to her and looked at Stark, "Too bad you couldn't name him after me, huh?" Sansa shrugged, "Perhaps when Mance returns we shall name our next after you." His smile showed sadness,

"Do me that honor, would you?"

As if he knew he was most likely not going to survive this battle, Tormund requested she name a son after him. Tormund was always kind to her, a true friend in her time of need from when she first met him to when he helped rescue her from the Bolton's. She sighed, "A stronger name does not exist, Tormund." His smile told her that those words meant the world to him and it was then that Sansa knew that the reason why Tormund would not return would be he was protecting his King.

*Thud*

All gasped and felt the ground shake, some grasping trees, and Sansa holding Stark tight.

*Thud*

Mance growled, looking around the wood to find what was making the ground shake and put fear into their hearts. A voice cried out from the treeline, "M-Mance!" Mance grabbed Sansa, "Go to the hut and stay there!" She became frantic, "No, Mance, don't-" He did not hear another word from her mouth before running to the treeline. Chaos was evident as the village of people ran in different directions and Sansa did not know what to do or where to go. Time stood still as she watched her husband and the thousands of other Wildlings run past her from over the hill behind her. She felt someone grab her arms and when she turned, Joanna was screaming, "Get in the hut! The hut, you foolish girl!" She pulled Stark from her arms, the child was screaming and Sansa had barely heard that.

When she entered her tent, she began to grab for weapons to keep on her person as Joanna placed Stark in his crib, "What was that noise, Joanna?"

"Giants."

Sansa paused as she was lifting up a dagger and looked at her friend, "Giants?" Joanna nodded and handed her a tie to wrap the dagger around her leg, "When the Night Watch killed one of our giants long ago, his body was left out in the ice and snow. Before we could get to it to burn it, it was taken during the night by the White Walkers. We've lost so many through the years, they could have them all fighting for them now." Sansa and Joanna looked to the door to find Jon, "Are you both alright?" Sansa nodded, "Where are they?"

Jon sighed, "Gone to battle now. I watched them run until I could see no more." Jon turned in the doorway as Sam followed, "Good thing I gave Mance that glass when I did." Jon questioned him, "Glass?"

"Aye, the Dragonglass. How did you expect them to go to war to kill White Walkers without Dragonglass?" He pointed to the dagger Sansa held, "That's made with it too. Its the only thing that can kill the Walkers." He eyed Jon's sword, "That and Valyrian Steel." He handed Jon a pack, "Are you ready?" Sansa watched as Jon nodded and placed the pack on his person, "Where are you going?"

"Over the Wall."

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I am so sorry for the wait. Also sorry if its not any good. I wanted to get this out to you. Thanks for reading!