Daenerys Targaryen
She paced back and forth on the prow of her ship, watching as more and more boats poured into the small, fog-covered bay. "Ser Jorah, exactly how many boats do we have?" She queried for the hundredth time. "Enough, Khaleesi," He answered quietly, sick of inventorying their boats and soldiers for her. She sighed, all the crew were antsy and it had taken a week longer than they had hoped to reach Westeros, they were close to running out of food and all the sell-swords were freezing, un-used to this harsh winter. Tyrion had spent much of the journey below deck, only surfacing occasionally to tell her this was madness and then vomit up the wine he had been drinking. He appeared now, waddling towards her with a sour look on his face and a greenish tinge to his skin. "My queen, it is still not too late. My dear lady wife Sansa will play you for a fool if you continue on this quest, even Dragons can't stop winter. The North will not come, we will perish out in these dark, depressing forests with nought but wolves for company, my queen if you would just…" She silenced him with a raised hand. "Tyrion, you have been of great use to me, your knowledge of the Westerosi, your tactical thinking and your quick wit is all things that I would hate to go without. But I will if you question me or your dear lady wife one more time. Understood?" She growled, barely keeping her voice below a yell. His adam's apple bobbed nervously for a few moments before he bent down into a mocking bow and headed back for the cabin. She raked her hands through her hair, he was a close friend and perhaps he was right to be doubtful of the Northman's aid but Dany knew that Sansa understood if the North did not become their allies then the North would burn and she had no doubts that Sansa would do everything in her power to stop that occurring. Her hands shook slightly as she gripped the railing; even being queen of ashes was still being queen.
Sansa Stark
She saddled the horse before dawn, the cold slashed through her thick layers of clothing but Sansa did not shiver. Behind her the wall stood solemn, almost black in this light. She heard no one else as she slowly led the large horse out of the yard, Ghost padded silently in front of her, his breath the only evidence of him as he blended with the snow. She pulled her hair tight back and into a long braid, tucking it down her back and into the jacket and breeches she stole from Jon. They are loose on her and her curves disappeared beneath the many layers of fabric, she fancied she looked rather like a boy and nothing like a highborn lady. She strained to hear any signs of movement as she slipped through the gates; the men on duty were fast asleep, still sleeping off the strong draft she had given them at the changing of watch. She wished she could have told Jon, even brought him with her but his place is here and she will return… one day. She dragged herself onto the tall mare, riding as a man would for the first time in her life, she could already tell how her legs would ache by the time she reached her men but she didn't falter and she didn't look back.
Jon Targaryen
"Sansa!" He screamed, his voice already going hoarse. Sam had woken him when he had gone to give Sansa her breakfast and found both her and Ghost gone, the bed cold. "Sansa, please!" He called again as he urged his horse through the thick snow, he looked around frantically, trying to spot a flash of her red hair or a print left by Ghost, where is she? "Lord Commander!" A Wildling called, beckoning him over, pointing at a hoof print indented in the snow. He clenched his fists by his side, staring at the only evidence she was ever there. "Another over here!" Calls another Wildling, he glanced up, maybe they can track whoever has taken her, maybe he can find her again. He spurred his horse, pushing through the ever-thickening snow as fast as possible, he knew the tracks would soon disappear and he had to find her, he must. "Sansa!" He yelled, hearing it echo through the forest.
Sansa Stark
The days were blisteringly cold and the nights were worse, she cuddled up to Ghost, the two of them sharing what little heat they had. It had taken her three days to cover very little ground. The day before she swore she heard her name being called, like a sigh on the wind, she had pushed her horse harder, determined to outrun the voices, outrun Jon. The days are always dark; her horse stumbled blindly in the eternal twilight, so Sansa reined her in, following Ghost into a small river bed where they could rest. She slid wearily from the mare and watched intently as Ghost's ears prick, and he snarled, staring at something in the distance she couldn't see but could just hear, men's voices gruff and angry and many and then the smells of smoke. Her body ached at the thought of the warmth but she did not want to be anywhere near strange men. They will have to move on, despite how exhausted her and her animals were. She skirted the edge of the camp, there are even more men than she had thought, hundreds possibly, though it was hard to tell when they were spread through the trees. When she spotted the Direwolf sigil flying from one of the tents her heart almost stopped. These are my men, she realised, leading her horse down the small bank until she is level with the camp, a scout spotted her instantly and pulled his sword from its scabbard. "Halt, who goes there?" He yelled his voice malicious but young, he is only my age, she thought sadly before calling back "I am Sansa Stark, daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark, your queen, the queen in the North!" She drew herself up to her full height and swiped the cloak from her head, revealing her bright red tresses. "Y…your grace." The man stammered, dropping onto one knee but still staring at her, slack-jawed. "Take me to the Bolton." She said, as he rose and took the reins of her horse, she buried her hand into Ghost's thick fur, it has begun.
Sorry it has taken so long for an update! And ever sorrier for how short (and kind of crappy) this chapter is! Next one will be up by the end of this week or early next week, will finally be getting to the real action, thanks for your patience.