Game of Thrones: Tragedy and Reunions

Next chapter of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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HannahBanana94: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it :)
HarryPotterLover1996: Yup, that's them all together again; glad you enjoyed it :)
magnus374: Yup, that's them reunited; yeah, Meera had a really tough time of it, but she had the strength and determination, and most importantly, something to protect, that pulled her through.

Now onto the story.

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

Sansa

Sansa smiled as she entered the great hall; it was nothing compared to Winterfell's, but the Twins great hall was at least large enough for all of them. She noted her mother and Robb were already seated in their places, along with Jeyne. They were talking together, although despite the joyful occasion Sansa noticed their serious expressions. As Robb's banner men, among others, began to enter Sansa stepped up to the high table. Robb, her mother and Jeyne turned to face her, all smiling. Although their seriousness still remained visible in their eyes.

"Sansa, there you are," her mother said gladly. "Come, sit."

Sansa sat down next to Catelyn; she looked around. "Where are Arya, Bran and Rickon?" She asked, noticing their absence.

They both shared a glance before Robb answered. "Gods know where Arya is. She was supposed to already be here. But you know what she's like."

Sansa smiled and nodded, Catelyn then continued. "Rickon will be here soon. Bran has probably only just finished with the Maester. He'll be getting ready, then Hodor will bring him down."
Sansa nodded; pondering where Arya could be. From the sound of things her sister had gone wandering off again. However those thoughts were momentarily pushed out of her head as Sandor entered. She had heard about his successful leadership of the vanguard. Sansa also noted the bandage around his right arm; the injury he had received during the battle.

Eager as she was to talk to Sandor; she knew she had her duties to perform. Still when his eyes met hers she smiled warmly. He gave a slight, crooked smile back and walked to a seat amongst the banner men; the two on either side of him had fought with him in the battle. They laughed and clapped his shoulders, he merely grunted in response. Rickon also arrived and sat at the top table; the wildling woman entered the hall with him but Sansa lost sight of her amongst the crowd that started to flood into the hall. It was then; finally, that Arya arrived. Shockingly, she was wearing a dress! Sansa was so surprised she initially didn't realize Arya had company. When she did notice; she froze. Accompanying her sister was that boy who had brought her back to them, Gendry.

'I hope Arya doesn't mean for him to sit with us?' She thought frantically. 'True he did return her, but everybody knows he's a bastard, letting him sit with us will probably give the wrong message to the others.'

It was only after she began that train of thought that she realized she was being absurd. Gendry had saved her sister's life; if Arya wanted him to sit with them, why couldn't he? He had done more than enough to deserve a place with them. Sure enough Arya sat down next to Sansa; Gendry sat on Arya's other side, between her and Rickon.

Sansa smiled as she turned to her sister.

"So Arya, I…I'm actually surprised, I mean you…" She faltered, trying to think what to say, regarding Arya's dress.

Arya seemed to notice this and laughed. "What? It's a special occasion! Don't get used to it… This is probably the only time I'm going to do it."

Sansa nodded; quietly laughing herself when she heard her mother.

"Bran, please, relax."

Sansa turned, surprised; she hadn't even realized he had arrived. She saw him sitting on Robb's right; there was an empty chair next to him and in the next seat was the young Crannogman; Jojen Reed. Bran seemed anxious. However Catelyn's words seemed to calm him down.

"Mother," she caught Catelyn's attention.

Her mother turned to face her. "Is everything alright?"

"What is wrong with Bran? He seems…troubled?"

Catelyn sighed and cast a look back over at Bran, who was now engaged in conversation with Jojen.

"He's well, Sansa." Catelyn said finally. "He was just worried about Meera."

Realization hit and Sansa nodded. Jojen's sister, the girl who had brought Bran to safety. Sansa suppressed a shudder as she remembered hearing what happened to the poor girl; she remembered the King's Landing Riot; where the same thing had nearly happened to her.

The feast had started and was underway for some time and, due to it being the first proper meal in a long time, Sansa had a difficult time remembering her courtesies. Arya wasn't so concerned; talking to Gendry with mouthfuls of food. In a way Sansa envied her sister for not having any concern for appearance. Sansa was in fact surprised that her sister hadn't spilled any food down her dress yet.

'Knowing Arya though, it's only a matter of time.' She thought, doing her best to hide a smile.

She turned her head and noted that Meera had arrived; although she looked extremely uncomfortable. Bran was smiling and talking to her; she gave a light smile and replied; looking somewhat relieved. Sansa's gaze swept over the noisy crowd; all eating, drinking and laughing. At that moment Sandor looked up and locked eyes with her. Sansa felt her cheeks heat up and her throat grow dry. She saw him smirk and quickly looked away.

'What's wrong with me?' She thought. 'Why did I…I guess I...Do I really have affections for him?'

When she dared to look again Sandor had looked away. Breathing a sigh, either of relief or disappointment she didn't know. Finally; after chatting aimlessly with Arya; reminding her sister not to talk with her mouth full in the process, Sansa noted a few people leaving the hall; those with poor heads for drink, or those who were exhausted already from the festivities.

Sansa turned and saw Meera standing up. She saw her talk to Bran, but she couldn't hear what they were saying; nor could she see the expression on Bran's face. However her mother could and Sansa saw what looked like realization cross Catelyn's face. Meera then left and Sansa got her mother's attention.

"Mother, what's wrong? You look like you just saw something?" She asked, her voice concerned.

Catelyn however smiled and shook her head. "It's nothing to worry about Sansa; it's just… a suspicion; I'll tell you about it, if it happens to be true, that is."

That piqued Sansa's curiosity but she decided it would be better not to ask. It sounded private; Sansa was suddenly aware just how tired she felt.

"I'm exhausted mother; it has been a long day." She remarked at last; "I think I will go to bed."
Catelyn nodded in acceptance. "Yes, you are right; it has been a long day. I will see you tomorrow, Sansa."

So Sansa stood up and left; just as she stood she saw Sandor exiting the hall too. She made her way through the crowd and left the hall; just in time as she saw him at the end of the passage. She hurried as quickly as she could to reach him.

"Sandor," she called out as she approached.

He turned and gave that crooked smile again. "Looks like you can't look at me again…Although, for different reasons from your reaction in there."

Sansa felt her face heat up again and looked desperately to change the subject.

Finally she found it as she lowered her head and saw his bandaged arm again.

"I hope it's not as bad as it looks." She said finally as she came closer and examined it.

He grunted and shook his head. "It's fine; nothing to worry about. Also no excuse to change the subject."

Sansa however continued. "What happened exactly?"

He sighed and stepped back; so she would have to look him in the face. He gave a wry smirk and then shrugged.

"Some squire got lucky; but his aim was poor, couldn't even make a decent job of it." Sandor barked a laugh, "in the end I walked away alive and he didn't."

Sansa nodded slowly before whispering. "I'm glad."

However she wasn't as quiet as she thought, and he heard. "Oh, how so?"

Realizing she had been heard Sansa blushed furiously. Sandor laughed again.

"Well, I'll leave it." He said finally. "Good night, little bird."

Then, surprising him and even herself Sansa stepped closer; stood on her toes and delicately kissed his cheek. His burned cheek. Realizing what she had done Sansa was certain her face was now the same colour as her hair.

"Y-yes, good night." She stammered before turning and heading to her chambers.

She prepared herself for bed; she then stood and looked out the window.

"I can't believe I did that." She whispered.

Her thoughts still dwelling on Sandor however she headed to bed, wondering if she had done the right thing.

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