Sansa tossed and turned in the uncomfortable bed that she of course wasn't used to. She was in and out of sleep, in that strange place between waking and slumber, where nothing was real yet everything was vivid. She fell into the darkness just a little further and began to dream.
[ The fire blazed hot and bright against the black night's sky. Sansa was vaguely aware of chanting around her. Men and women dressed all in red were gathered around the fire, shouting "R'hllor" and looking at her expectantly. Jon was calling to her from somewhere in the distance, "Do it Sansa! Hurry! Do it now!" He cried but Sansa didn't know what it was she was supposed to be doing.
Strange creatures battled in the background. Large, winged creatures that breathed even more life into the fire. Sansa knew them from legend. White soldiers, they looked like men but their eyes were bluer than blue should be and the air around them steamed in response to the extreme cold of their bodies, could they really be the demons old nan told her stories about? Their faces were hideous. A beautiful woman sat proud on the back of the largest fire breather, her hair almost silver and a stunning blue gown flowing behind her as she flew. Sansa felt someone take hold of her hand, a woman in a red gown and vibrant red hair, she smiled at Sansa reasuringly yet Sansa did not trust her fully.
Suddenly the heat started to grow, she felt as if the fire was licking at her skin and pulling the air from her lungs. It was uncomfortable at first, then painful, then excruciating. Sansa screamed.]
She kicked and beat the sheets of her bed, screaming into the otherwise silent night. Tears streamed down her face and she shook uncontrolably. Finally the door blew open and her handmaiden came running into the room.
"What is it m'lady? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" The young woman asked, dazed from being woken but concerned non the less.
The woman grabbed Sansa by the shoulders and glared into her eyes. Sansa stared back and eventually found her grip on reality.
"No" she sniffed. "No, Im not hurt. Im sorry, I had a bad dream, thats all." Sansa reasured her.
"Are you quite sure m'lady, can I do anything for you?" The puzzled girl probed.
"No, Im quite sure, thank you but please go back to bed. I am sorry I woke you." Sansa apologised.
"It is no trouble m'lady, goodnight m'lady." Just like that the girl was gone.
In the cold light of day Sansa felt foolish for being so overcome by a silly dream. After dressing and breaking fast she decided to go for a walk around the training yard and then maybe explore the wall if she felt brave enough.
As she sat on a wooden crate watching three of the nights watchmen darting about the yard in attack and defence she heard a heavy panting down by her side. She looked down to find a beautiful long haired, snow white Direwolf.
"Ghost!" Sansa yelled, falling to her knees and holding the Direwolf tight in an embrace. If Ghost was here then Jon couldn't be far behind she thought, she looked about but realised he must still be on the other side of the wall but not too far away.
At that moment Sansa heard shouting at the gates. She went to investigate, taking Ghost with her.
There was a party of strangers entering. A small girl with an afliction to her face and a plain looking woman whom Sansa could only assume was the girls mother. As the two came closer, Sansa smiled at them, happy to have some new female company but then a third woman entered. Ghost growled and stood in defense of Sansa. The world seemed to slow and Sansa's heart sank in her chest. The third woman wore a blood red gown, she removed her hood to reveal waves and waves of deep red hair. It was the woman from her dream. She approached Sansa and greated her.
"It is good to meet you Lady Sansa, My name is Melisandre and this is Lady Selyse and her daughter Shireen." Sansa was mute. She didn't know how to react. She nodded as politely as she could, turned and left.