"Wake up Bitch!" a strange man loomed over her, knife in hand.

Several other men stood in her room. She was first filled with terror but when she saw what colors and seal they were wearing she was filled with absolute joy. A direwolf was on their armor. Then WHAM! One of the men slapped her full in the face. Another yanked her out of the bed. The men then dragged her through the camp. "They don't know who I am," Sansa thought in bewilderment. Then Sansa saw the horror. Man and women were being beheaded publicly. And she was to be one of them. She started to fight them. Kicking, scratching, and biting she was pushed onto the platform. The man was about to swing the sword when,

"STOP!" Robb Stark pushed his way the crowd. At least it looked like Robb. His hair was messy and dirty and atop his had he wore a crown. And he looked older. "Release her!" Robb commanded. The men released Sansa immediately. Robb walked up to her and embraced her. "It is going to all right." Robb said. He inspected her face and saw the bruises and red marks. "Who did that to you?" Her brother asked her with a look of anger, as he pointed to the red mark on her face.

"Your men," Sansa answered.

Robb looked at them. Then addressing the crowd he spoke."This women was almost killed by these four men. Her name is Sansa Stark." the men behind Sansa looked in shock. "She is Second born of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. And she is my sister. She has been held captive by the Lannisters, and forced to marry Joffery Baratheon. She is to be considered a honored guest. The next man to lay a hand on her will be killed."

Robb turned away from the shocked crowd and lead Sansa into a large tent. He called for wine and the two sat in silence for a while. Then the tent flaps flew open and in walked Catelyn Stark. Sansa stood and embraced her mother tightly. Catelyn Stark cried into Sansa dress but her tears were replaced with laughter. Soon both women were laughing uncontrollably. And when they calmed down,

Robb began to speak, "Now there are matters we must attend to."

"Such as?" Sansa asked in confusion.

"Sansa, we have won the war."

"What?"

"Yes, my men have taken over the castle. The Lannister have been killed, we have won." A feeling of joy passed through Sansa but was soon replaced by dread and sadness. "What about Bran, Rickon, and Arya?"

"I am sorry. They are dead." Robb's face was full of sadness. "Their bodies have been sent back to Winterfell." At that moment the flaps to the tent opened and a beautiful women walked in. Robb's face lit up at that moment. He stood walked over the women and kissed her full on the lips with such love that Sansa was filled with envy. "Sansa, this is my wife. Jeyne Westerling." Robb's hand drifted to Jeyne's stomach. "And she is carrying my son." Robb's voice was filled with pride.

Jeyne spoke to Sansa with a kind but strong voice, "Sansa, it is so great to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you. I feel as if I know you already. I am so happy to be sisters."

In that moment Sansa was filled with anger. Anger at Robb, anger at the Lannisters, and anger at the Gods. She stood and angrily yelled at Robb,"So you were able to marry your love and fuck her until she was with child. But you weren't able to save your own sister, who was at the mercy of the Lannisters. At the mercy of Joffery who would beat me every time you had a victory or when ever he felt like it. Who raped me! And you couldn't save Arya so went through who knows what!" her voice softened. "And you couldn't save little Bran and Rickon who barely had the chance to be children. " Sansa's voice grew louder and harder again, "Admit it Robb, you wish it was Arya standing here instead of me. I know you favored her over me. I'm not the same girl who left for kings landing a few years ago. The Lannisters have changed me. I will not accept and love your wife. And I will certainly not accept her as a sister when my own sister can not be here with me!"

Robb looked at her shock but before he or her mother or even Jeyne could say anything, Sansa ran out of the tent. She ran until she came to the forest where she collapsed on a pile of leaves and fell asleep. That night Sansa dreamed of Winterfell with a fresh layer of snow and her and her siblings playing in it. Her mother and father watched them from the castle and the direwolves played with them. But when she woke me found no snow, no Winterfell,no siblings, no direwolves, and no mother or father. She was completely and utterly alone in the peaceful forest.

So in this version Theon did not go all evil and kill Bran and Rickon,and Arya died on the streets. Thank you for the the two reviews and for the following and the favorate. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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