As the sun streamed in through the small window in her room, Sansa covered her eyes with her hands. The headache that was ripping through her was only exacerbated by the knocking coming from the door that had woken her from her deathlike sleep. As the knocking continued, undeterred, Sansa groaned audibly and rolled from her place, feeling her bones screaming in protest. She shrugged on a warm robe to protect her from the chilly morning air and winced as whoever's hand rapped again on the door.

"I'm coming!" she called irritably as she side stepped the vomit left on the floor from the night before. The memories may have been a little foggy, but the weight of the queen's words had not left her. She pulled the robe tight around her waist and undid the heavy locks and pulled the door open, revealing an amused looking Harry.

"Rough night?" he asked, taking in her disheveled hair and the dark circles under her eyes mixed with the sweaty pallor of the rest of her face.

"Rougher morning" she grumbled earning a snort from the golden boy.

"I've got the queen and her lot breaking their fasts in the great hall. Thought I'd bring you something as well." He revealed a trencher with thick white oatmeal and brown bread. Her stomach rolled at the sight, but her mouth watered hungrily. She could kiss him.

Sansa opened the door further and Harry brought the trencher to the table, setting it down and taking the opposite seat. His nose wrinkled as he caught sight of the mess that she had made the night before and his eyes swiveled to her curiously.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head bringing another chuckle from him. "We should talk..." he started as she tore a bite from the bread and popped it into her mouth, chewing cautiously.

"I agree."

"The queen is asking for men." Sansa raised her head from her meal and shared a hard stare with the man across from her. "And food and supplies."

"Winter is upon us! How much does she think we can spare?"

"She has promised that in return she shall name the Lord of the Vale her Warden of the East. And that we will have the support of her reign." Sansa nodded reluctantly-the patronage of the crown was not something to be taken lightly.

Harry's voice dropped slightly in comfort with his next words. "With Lord Baelish gone, the Vale falls to me-"

"The Vale falls to Lord Robin." Sansa interrupted flatly, though she knew how hollow the statement was. She hadn't missed the omission when he had mentioned the 'Lord of the Vale' and not her cousin by name. She couldn't help the worry that passed through her at the thought that she might have to monitor Harry like she used to do to Petyr. Little Robin Arryn would not last much longer, but Sansa would be damned if she allowed anyone to take another family member from her before their time. But she shook the suspicions from her head. Harry loved Robin and would never harm a hair on his little head. It would only be a matter of time that the heir took control of the Vale in truth.

It was obvious that he thought the same by the withering look he sent her. "The responsibilities of the Vale fall to me. And you." Sansa nodded reluctantly. "What do you think?"

"What exactly is she fighting for, anyway? The northern lords cannot be rising against her for their independence. It is much too close to winter. They should all be holed up in their homes at this point, saving their food and supplies, not fighting a war..." Sansa was shocked that the place she had called home for so long was now such a mystery to her. She had all but accepted long ago that she would never see Winterfell again. Sure, Petyr had promised to help her reclaim her home, but that promise became more and more empty as the years had ticked by. She had thrown herself into the running of the Eyrie. After all, wasn't that what she was always bred to do? Run a keep?

"She's not just going north. She's going beyond the wall." Harry's voice was full of wonderment and Sansa's eyes snapped up from her breakfast.

"Beyond?" he nodded.

"Says that's where the real war is. That there are creatures that have awoken and are threatening all of the seven kingdoms."

She stared in shocked silence for a moment. "White walkers?" she breathed. How many times had she heard of the terrible beasts who had threatened man and the wild alike. How many stories had Old Nan scared the little children with? "They've been gone for centuries!"

"Well they've awoken now." Harry said grimly.

Silence engulfed them again as Sansa's mind whirled at the information. If what Harry said was true, they were all in grave danger. "We will give her what she needs. Anything that she needs that will not put our people in trouble."

After all, the Eyrie was impregnable, but nowhere would be safe from the winds of winter.

A/N: A little short and a little late, but enjoy!