Game of Thrones: Tragedy and Reunions

Next chapter of my Game of Thrones story.

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

Sansa

Sansa kept looking back over her shoulder; she could feel it, someone was following them. She glanced at Sandor, he didn't look behind him, but the grim set of his face convinced her that he had the same feeling.

"Do you think it's the man I ran into at that village?" She asked.

Sandor shrugged. "Either him, or someone who's been following us for a long time. Whoever it is isn't alone, listen."

She did so and heard it clearly, the heavy footsteps, the voices, there was a mob after them. Sandor didn't even need to warn her about the dangers they faced, she sped up to match his quickened pace. After finally glancing over his shoulder he also drew his sword. She heard him curse softly before explaining.

"Your typical village mob, armed with things like pitchforks and whatever they lay their hands on. Torches too, to find their way about." He shook his head, "Bugger them and their damn torches."

Sansa knew his reservations about the torches was simple, it always came back to fire, his apparently fatal and apparently only weakness. She glanced back again, a nervous flutter building up inside her as the tension grew.

"How..." She cleared her throat and started again. "How long until they catch up?"

Just then a dull thud caught her attention. An arrow, crudely made, was buried in a tree two feet to Sandor's right. He grunted.

"Now, by the look of it." He remarked and they took off running.

They could hear the mob closing in, their voices getting louder. Poorly aimed arrows flew and missed them several times. They did not keep to a straight path. Sandor ensured they changed direction constantly. Sometimes even taking a wide loop out of the way and doubling back, getting behind the mob. But before long they were found again and the chase continued.

"They won't give up until they catch us." She stated; Sandor merely growled.

"Till they catch me." He replied. "They don't yet know who you are...You're little disguise fooled them. Some have probably guessed but they don't know for certain."

As Sansa listened to the yelling of the mob behind them; she realized he was right. They only ever mentioned Sandor; a few mentioned a girl travelling with him but stated that she looked nothing like Sansa Stark.

'Do I really look that different?' She wondered to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted Sandor roared in pain. She managed a quick glance back and immediately saw the arrow shaft protruding from his leg. She staggered under his weight as she caught him.

"We...We have to keep going." She gasped; her lungs trying recover from the exertion.

She did her best to support him as she forced herself to walk on; the mob was still closing in. Eventually they had to stop, and took cover amongst some thick scrubs and bushes.

They froze as the mob entered the clearing, looking around.

"They're here somewhere," one of them growled in annoyance."They have to be."

Sansa whispered quietly. "We could try and sneak away, we're still undercover."

"Bit late for that, they know we're here," Sandor replied quietly. "Besides, I doubt I could go very far with this leg."

Sansa pondered for a moment, she inhaled shakily and made up her mind.

"Try and find a way to sneak behind them." She whispered to him before calling out loudly. "Very well, you got me, I'm coming out!"

With that she stepped out from the bushes and stopped. She could feel the mob's eyes on her but she did not turn away.

"That's the girl that was with him," one of them muttered."Where's the Hound?"

Sansa swallowed nervously before replying. "You...You already killed him, I got him this far but, he didn't survive."

"Told you I hit something!" A voice called out, almost excited.

There were some murmurs throughout the group; they were disappointed in missing their catch. Finally they stalked off, leaving, except for three. Sansa recognized one, it was the young lordling she had met back in the village; he was behind this.

The man smirked as he approached her. "I thought there was something suspicious about you. I see it now, too bad those that left won't get to share in the reward."

Sansa stared and tried to reply. "I...I don't know what you..."

"Enough." He cut across to her; his smirk wider. "Search her for any valuables and tie her hands, boys. She'll get us rich."

The two remaining men stared at him without comprehension; the lordling groaned and suddenly upended the contents of his water skin onto her.

"Now do you understand?" He asked angrily as the water washed some of the mud and dirt off her hair and face.

The sight of her auburn hair, along with her Tully blue eyes was enough for the men to realize the truth.

"Sansa Stark?" They gasped in surprise, the lordling nodded.

"Like I said, she's going to make us rich, once we take her to the Queen."

Nodding to that the men advanced to carry out their orders.

Sansa tried to back away but the men grabbed her, one pulled her arms behind her back while the lordling and the other man began to search her for valuables. She fought to keep her face impassive, desperate to not give anything away as Sandor emerged from behind a tree, his sword drawn.

As he approached she felt the rough bite of rope around her wrists before the man binding them froze in fear. Before he could warn the others Sandor struck; killing the second young man who had been searching her. The one trying to bind her let go as Sandor seized him. Sansa tried to escape, but the lordling grabbed her and held her like a shield, holding one of his daggers to her throat. Sandor turned to face them, a fountain of red erupting down the other man's neck as the Hound's sword cut across his throat. He glared at the lordling, his face contorting into a scowl, as the lordling tried desperately to bargain with him.

"Put the sword down," the lordling pleaded, his voice trembling.

Sandor took a step forward. "You should let her go."

"Put the sword down and I will."

The lordling was so focused on Sandor he didn't realize what Sansa is doing. She had worked her hands free and, in the midst of her struggles, managed to grab the young man's second dagger. Fear and desperation overtook her and she plunged the dagger into his stomach. He let out a strangled cry, dropping his dagger, and loosening his grip. She spun around, yanking the dagger free before thrusting it back in. She saw his eyes dim and it slowly dawned on her what she had done. She stood back, letting him fall to the ground, before looking down at her hands, they were covered in blood. She sunk to the ground next to his lifeless body and began to sob uncontrollably.

She was so far gone she was surprised when she realized Sandor had cleaned the blood from her hands and led her away from the dead. She glanced down and noticed the arrow still in his leg.

"I...We've..." She stammered pointing to the wound; he nodded and they stopped.

Despite still being in a shock induced dazed, she got to work treating his wound as best she could.

He grimaced as he put weight on his leg after she was done, but with a strained exhalation his face was impassive again.

"Better," he remarked before turning to her. His eyes softened slightly before he spoke. "It's always hardest the first time."

She nodded, realizing what he was referring to. She didn't want to talk about it and he didn't press the issue, instead they both pressed onwards; seeking to continue their hunt for Robb's camp.

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