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The sun was setting when the black dragon flew over the castle, the beating of its wings hurling away everything in its path.
Sandor watched the men in the yard dropped everything they were doing, astounded by the scene unfolding in front of them: a black beast, as fascinating as terrifying, descending toward the middle of the keep, forcing whoever stands in its way to turn away. With the paws firmly on the ground, the dragon opened its mouth; for a moment, Sandor feared that mortal flames come out of it, but the beast only squeaked, a shrill sound that made many cover their ears, while it spread its wings, touching the walls around. With the attention from everyone about her, the Dragon Queen came down from her mount and took only a few steps before its fly again, joining its brother in the sky.
Jon went to meet her at once, greeting her and taking her inside the castle immediately. Something is fucking wrong. Sandor realized, or now they would be hearing a speech from Jon about the reasons that made he to bend the knee to the new queen.
"Si-sir..."
"I'm no sir." He spat to a scrawny boy about seven, who had his eyes on the ground and twisted his skinny hands.
"The king... he... he asked..." The boy's words were lost in the moment he lifted his face to face him. Sandor gave a smile, many men did not have the same courage.
"Lost your damn tongue?" His growl made the boy step back.
"No si..." He saw the boy swallow the word."I... The king asks you to meet him in the small parlor." He said in a single breath and left almost running, not looking back.
Hell. For Jon to summon him, the things should be even worse than he imagined, and finding Tyrion Lannister, Davos Seaworth, Gendry and Brienne of Tarth together with the other Starks and a chubby one he did not know, was more than enough to reinforce his theory.
"To those who do not know her, I would like to introduce Daenerys Targaryen, our queen."
"Jon, I cannot believe that..."
"We have already discussed this, I'm doing the best for our people, Sansa, and I do not want to hear any other more word about this.
Sandor saw the barely contained fury gleam in the auburn's eyes as she bit her lips in an effort to keep her mouth shut.
"What made me brought you here was not my decision to support Queen Daenerys, but something much more urgent." Jon looked apprehensively at everyone before continuing. "Yesterday... Yesterday I was informed that the Wall fell down. The time we thought we had, no longer exists, the Night King and his army have already reached the lands known as Brandon's Gift."
"It's a considerable trip from here to there, they may already be around Winterfell." The dwarf broke the silence, pure dread dominating his voice.
"No. They arrived at the Gift this morning, we'll have a few days until they get here." The emotionless tone of the boy in the chair surprised even Sandor.
"How do you know that?" Tyrion questioned him.
"It's complicated." Jon answered for his brother.
"How can you know what happened this morning in a place that's miles away from here? Even a raven would not come so fast."
The boy did not unsettle at the queen's words, or gaze.
"I saw it happen."
"Saw? What do you mean by "saw"?
"I was there."
The queen stared at the people around as if expecting someone to declare the boy insane, as no one did it, she forced herself to ask: "How?"
"If... if you allow me, my queen," the fat man stammered as he stepped forward, "I could explain." He waited for her to nod in agreement before starts. "Have you ever heard of wargs?" She denied. "Well... there are people with the ability to get into the mind of animals and control their movements, Bran is one of these people, that's how he saw the Wall fell, he was there, in control of a crow."
"It is true." Jon spoke helping his friend and brother when he saw the queen's fury glare and the way she clenched her fists at the thought of them trying to make a fool of her.
"This is impossible!"
"As impossible as bringing life to three dragons." Bran said monotonously. "If the only way to believe my words is to prove my abilities to you, tell me that and I will do, because we have nothing to gain by continuing this discussion."
"Continue your story, we'll talk about your abilities later."
"By the morning the entire army was already in Brandon's Gift, but it's so big that I cannot tell if they're following a specific path or just marching south expecting bumping in something."
"You could monitor their advance, try to understand their plans." Tyrion suggested.
"I fear if I keep close enough, the Night King can feel my presence and come straight here."
"I do not see how that would be a problem, we'd have days until that happened."
"No, we would not, because the Night King is in possession of Viserion."
Sandor was in the Winterfell battlements watching another group leave the castle - the third in less than a day. People were scared, and they had reason for it. The army of the dead was closer than everyone thought, the time seemed to slip between their fingers. They had days, weeks at best, until the enemy arrives Winterfell, but Jon wanted to intercept them on the way, what decreases that time in half.
Resigned with what was to come, he withdrew into the castle - he would freeze for eternity soon, was needless anticipate this. On his way in search of something strong to drink, he found the Lady of Winterfell. She had not given him a look since the night she had invaded his room, but she stopped when saw him at that moment; not knowing what that meant, he went his way.
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"Clegane". Her voice sounded behind him. Sandor turned, but said nothing. "Has a minute? I have wine on my solar if you want to join me." He watched her eyes shine with amusement as he nodded in agreement.
"What do you want from me?" He asked as he took his first sip, was too sweet for his taste, but better than the crap beer he had been drinking.
"Your words." She said, leaning against the table, her own wine glass shining in her hands. "Jon has told me since we meet again that our greatest threat comes from the north and rules out the danger approaching south, especially after coming back alive from the conversation he had with Cersei in King's Landing. You were there, I want to know if you believed when Cersei accepted the truce he offered."
"Cersei is a bitch who lies as easily as she breathes, so no.
Sansa put the cup on the table and clung to the edges of it with her back to him.
"Jon is preparing all the men he has to march north while they should be heading south. If Cersei's men arrive in Winterfell we will not be able to protect ourselves, it will be our end." She glared at him over her shoulder, waiting for his opinion.
"You're right, without men you cannot withstand a direct clash with Cersei's army, not even a siege." He heard her sigh, and it was enough to understand that she considered her brother a great idiot for not listening to her. "But Jon is right too. Cersei is nothing more than a spoiled bitch who does not want to take off the butt of that fucking throne, but the Night King... I do not think he wants anything else than to destroy everything in his path." He rose to refill his cup again, and after swallowing the liquid in one gulp, stared at her. "If your brother loses the war in the north, it does not matter who will be sitting here or on that damn iron throne, in the end we'll all end up with bright blue eyes."