And we continue on…
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Who are you?
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It was another cold morning in Braavos. The clouds were coming in and the winds were getting high. A loud banging was heard at the front door along with a yell, "Hound! You have to go to work!" Sansa groaned and went to roll out of bed when a large arm wrapped around her waist and brought her back. She giggled as the hand went under her shirt and rubbed her stomach,
"Let them keep knocking." Sansa remembered the night before and smiled. She still wore her purple tunic and nothing else and she felt Sandor was still naked. She turned to face him and whispered, "She'll never go away. No doubt they heard us last night and I am sure Arya will have something to say." Sandor snorted, "Let her have her say, last night was glorious."
She smiled and pushed away from him, getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen where she and Sandor's breeches laid on the floor. She dressed herself and threw his breeches at him and he stood out of bed and dressed as well. She blushed when she caught sight of his front side and she turned to place her boots on, "What will you do today, little bird?" She thought for a moment and opened the shades to look outside, "It is a gray day, I may just bathe and relax. Perhaps Titano will send you and Gendry home early due to the coming weather?" Sandor shrugged as he placed his boots on and stood, "Perhaps. And perhaps you and Bronn shall bring me lunch today?"
She smiled as he kissed her forehead, "Perhaps." They walked out the front door together and Sansa saw that Arya was saying goodbye to Gendry and Bronn was brushing his horse. She blushed when Bronn looked at her and winked and she took Sandor's hand, leading him to Stranger. Once Sandor mounted and Gendry was mounted on his horse, Sansa looked up,
"Be safe and ride fast. I will see you in a few hours."
Sandor reached down and ran a hand through her hair and kicked his horse forward. As the two men disappeared from view, Arya came running over, "You think you'd be a bit quieter when you two are going at it. You didn't hide anything." Sansa snorted and turned, "Who said we wanted to be quiet?" Arya gagged and ran to the well where Sansa was getting buckets of water.
"Tyrion said he will bring me on an adventure today. We're going fishing on the beaches and then horse riding near some caves." Sansa smiled,
"How nice of him. You will thank him for doing this. Tyrion is a kind hearted man who has treated us with nothing but respect." Arya rolled her eyes, "I know, Sansa." Sansa picked up two of the large buckets and told her sister to grab the others,
"Your hair is growing longer! We'll need to braid it soon." Arya snorted, "No more braids for me. Last time I wore a braid, father was killed. It is bad luck."
Arya helped her sister start a small fire in the cabin and place the water over the flames. "Once Shae is awake, ask her to help you warm some water for a bath, you smell." Arya growled and ran out of the cabin, past Bronn, who was entering. Sansa poured the hot water in the tub and smiled at Bronn, "Good morning!" Bronn smirked, "It certainly is, isn't it?"
Sansa blushed and whispered, "No need to tease me." They exchanged a glance and Bronn cleared his throat, "Sansa, last night…he didn't..well, take you?" Sansa gasped and dropped the bucket, "Bronn! I-well- No! Sandor knows he can't and I know he can't. We just-he- I shouldn't have to explain to you." Bronn held up his hands,
"I'm sorry but Sansa, I had to make sure. I've got to protect you from anything I can that could hurt you." Sansa growled and kicked the fallen bucket, "I know! I know I cannot make love until I have his cloak! I am tired of hearing that! I know my innocence is precious and I know it has to be after I marry and receive my title."
She was embraced into a tight hug and heard a whisper, "I know you know. I know it's hard. You love him and he loves you; but Braavos is no place to marry." Sansa stepped away and whispered, "Leave me to bathe." Bronn left her alone in the bedroom and when she heard the door close, she stripped from her clothes from the night before. She lowered herself into the warm water and scrubbed at her skin with her soap.
She gasped loudly when she heard a gust of wind make a branch hit the shutters. She turned in the tub and looked out the window to see the darkening clouds. She frowned and relaxed in the tub, letting her head fall back and sleep eventually claimed her.
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The small ship carrying the giant Clegane battled high waves as it came into view of the port. Gregor saw the big statue of the titan guarding the city and the captain came up to him,
"Will you need any men to help you? The red witch said your task would be difficult." Gregor laughed and looked down at the man, "It will be a simple task, but I will bring 2 men with me. The one I am to take does not travel alone and I am sure she is going to be well protected."
The captain nodded and walked away, promising him his two best sailors. As the ship slowly made its way into port, Gregor clutched the ships side; he knew they were close and he could smell her.
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Sansa's head rolled side to side as she was sleeping in the tub.
She clutched her cloak to her as she rode a black horse. It was cold and dark; but there was a large body behind her. She leaned back for the warmth of the body and a large hand came around her, resting on her stomach. She smiled and glanced down at the large hand; it was not Sandor's hand. She gasped and tried to turn in the saddle but a deep voice spoke, "I am not your hero, girl."
Sansa fell to the ground and found herself in the Godswood at Winterfell. She saw her father sitting by the tree yet again and she stood, running to him. Ned Stark stood and held his arms open for his daughter, who ran into them, "Father! Why am I here once more?" She pulled away to look into her father's eyes and she saw fear and pain, "Sansa, whatever happens, be strong and do not give up." Sansa frowned,
"Is Sandor safe?" Her father smiled and ran his hand through her long hair, "Take care, child. Before the good comes, the bad must take over." Sansa cried out as her father vanished and she screamed, "No!"
"No!" Sansa sat up in the tub and looked around her frantically. It seemed so real; but it must've only been a dream. The water had turned cold and Sansa was shivering, so she lifted herself out and dried herself off quickly. Her hand went to the locket that she wore every day and she rubbed the metal, feeling the etches in it.
Sansa decided to put on the green dress Sandor bought her before they left the Inn and she placed her boots back on. After fixing her hair and placing her sword and belt on, she left the cabin. It was about noon now and Bronn was fixing the saddles on the horses. Sansa grabbed the basket of fruits and bread and cheese, tying it to Lady, "Ready?"
Bronn gave a nod, "Let's go before it rains, the clouds are turning a deathly black." Sansa and Bronn rode off to bring Sandor his lunch and at port, Gregor Clegane rode his large black horse onto the deck, followed by two soldiers. As they left the port, Gregor turned to them, "Once we find the girl, we may need to fight for her. Kill whatever man gets in your way. Then once I ride off with her, you can take leave." He kicked his horse forward and the made their way to the city where he was sure they would be.
The skies were even darker as Sansa reached the blacksmiths. Sandor and Gendry were making their swords and Sansa brought them their basket, "I promised! Here is your food." She kissed Sandor on the cheek and curtsied when she saw Titano. Sandor kissed Sansa on her cheek and looked at the skies,
"Best go straight home, the skies will open up hell soon." Sansa agreed and mounted Lady, saying goodbye. Once out of sight of Sandor, she turned her horse, "Where are you going, Sansa?" She smiled, "Going to visit Elise." She sped off towards the inn and Bronn cursed, kicking his horse forward and after her. No one is in the roads or market that afternoon because of the coming storm.
Gregor had just reached the Inn and went inside. He saw a short woman leaning against a table, "Hello dear, need a room?" Gregor smiled and growled, "No. I need to know where to find a girl with fire red hair being accompanied by a scarred man."
Elise's eyes went wide and she shivered when Gregor took a step forward, "You'll talk, wench." Elise screamed as the large man jumped on her.
A few moments later, the two sailors ran inside, "Ser, two people on horseback come up this way, one has long red hair." Gregor pulled his sword out of Elise's belly and let her drop to the ground before running upstairs to get rid of whoever else was still inside and alive.
Sansa stopped her horse near the entrance and dismounted with Bronn, "They must not be busy, with the storm coming. Come on." Bronn followed her inside and they looked around. Sansa saw no sign of Elise and she walked further into the dim room. As she turned to her right and looked down she screamed when she saw Elise's bloody body on the floor, with blood gushing out of her belly. Bronn ran up behind her and saw the body.
He pulled Sansa to him and she cried into his shoulder. He heard a creak of the floor from upstairs and he whispered, "We've got to get out of here."
He grabbed Sansa's arm and dragged her out of the Inn, pushing her to Lady. Sansa cried against the horse for a minute before Bronn came to her, "You've got to get on the horse, Sansa.." Sansa heard a crack and something fall to the ground. She wiped her eyes and turned around to see Bronn on the ground with a wound on his head. She screamed and looked to see a man holding his sword, "Hello beautiful."
Sansa was about to scream for Sandor when the man brought the hilt of his sword down on her head, making her fall unconscious. The man caught her before she hit the ground and he carried her back into the Inn as the other sailor came out, grabbing Bronn and dragging him inside. The sailor came back out and hit the two horses with his sword, making them take off from the Inn.
Sansa woke in a dark room, only a small candle burning near the closed window. She grabbed her head and gasped as her fingers felt the raw bump. She looked to her right and saw Bronn lying in the bed next to her, still unconscious. He grabbed his arm and shook,
"Bronn! Bronn wake up!" He would not wake and Sansa quickly sat up. She stood from the bed and staggered to the door, trying to pull it open; it would not budge. She screamed in frustration and let her forehead hit the door. A deep voice spoke,
"You might not want to damage that pretty head of yours anymore." Sansa gasped and turned, "Who is there?" She backed against the door and let out a ragged breath. A large shadow stood from the chair it was in near the window and it walked to her,
"I've come for what is mine, little princess." She moved against the wall, away from the figure and she whispered, "Who are you?" The figure laughed and stepped closer to her. Sansa felt the blood in her body run cold and her eyes watered.
She looked up at the man in front of her in shock and terror; for before her, stood Gregor Clegane, the same man she watched die in the woods in Westeros. Sansa felt the tears run down her cheek when she realized that he was not dead and very much alive. Gregor laughed, "Not happy to see me?" Sansa whispered, "You're dead. I watched you die in the woods. You can't be here." She saw the scar from Bronn's arrow on his forehead and felt his warm body near hers. She cried out when his hand flew out to her neck and she was pushed further into the wall, "I have plans for you, Sansa Stark. You may have thought you have gotten rid of me, but now you're mine and I won't let my sad excuse of a brother take you away now." She scratched at his hands and gasped for breath. Gregor let her go and backed away,
"Once your friend wakes, I will kill him and we will ride away from here. If my brother gets in my way, say goodbye to your dog." Sansa rubber her neck and coughed as Gregor took one last look at her and left the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Sansa ran to the bed and jumped on Bronn, "Please wake up! You have to wake up, Bronn. You promised me you would protect me! He's going to kill you and Sandor, please wake up!"
Bronn would not wake and Sansa cried even harder. She noticed her belt and sword were gone and she put her hands on her face. Sansa lay down on the bed, her head resting on Bronn's chest. She kept whispering, "Please, wake up. For me, wake up."
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What will happen next?
