Chapter 82

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"Sansa…Get dressed. Put on something warm – you and the babe - and wait for me to return for you. Prepare to leave here forever."

It took a moment for Jon's words to finally register in her mind, which was so clouded with despair. At first, she didn't understand why he was telling her to get dressed. Then it began to dawn on her. Is he really going to help us? She thought she must have misunderstood. Jon's conversation with Arya and her mother still echoed in her head as she looked at her brother. He had been so adamant that there was nothing he could do for her. And that he thought Jaime deserved to die. Why would he suddenly change his mind?

She had awoken to a direwolf licking and nuzzling against her hand, and for a moment, Sansa thought she was dreaming about Lady. She'd dreamed that she had Lady back many times in King's Landing, when she was afraid and longed for a protector. But, when she looked closely at the wolf rubbing against her, she saw that it was much lighter than Lady was - completely white - with red eyes and she knew it was Ghost. The wolf had met her eyes and stepped over her, sniffing Julianna curiously before licking the sleeping babe's head and lying down beside her. She had known that meant Jon was in her bedchamber. Sansa had stayed where she was, not wishing to see her brother just then. Not after he just stood there while the Queen destroyed Sansa's life and sentenced Jaime to die.

As she lay there, listening to the hushed voices of Jon, Arya and her mother, Sansa's eyes had filled with tears as she listened to Arya beg for Jaime's life. She had wanted to tell her sister not to bother with her pleas because Jon would never help Jaime. She listened as he called her husband "Kingslayer," and had no doubt that Jon hated him. Everyone thinks they know Jaime, because he killed the Mad King, but they don't. He's nothing like what they think. When they were first betrothed, Sansa had not expected Jaime to be as kind and gentle with her as he was. She had been relieved to learn that she had no reason to fear him.

When she heard Jon refuse to appeal to the Queen to save Jaime's life – and refuse to help them escape - Sansa had lost all hope. She knew if her own brother wasn't willing to help her, a stranger certainly would not. I'll never feel Jaime's arms holding me again. Never again see him hold our baby girl. Ghost had moved closer to her then, sensing her distress. He had put his head in her lap as tears began streaming down her face. In that moment, she had been certain that she would have to watch Jaime die. And it made her want to die herself.

She had been distracted from her misery when she saw movement by the bed out of the corner of her eye. That's when she saw that Jon was watching her. She wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say. She didn't trust herself to do anything more than sob, as miserable as she was. He spoke first. When Jon told her to prepare herself to leave the Rock, he gave her hope for the first time since the Queen made her pronouncement.

Sansa didn't know what changed his mind, but it seemed that something had. She wanted to trust, to believe that everything was going to be all right, but she was afraid to get her hopes up, for fear that she was still dreaming. Please let this be real. Please let this be Jaime's chance to live. For me and for Julianna.

"I'll be back soon, Sansa. Make certain you're ready to leave."

Sansa nodded quickly before he could change his mind, wiping her eyes as Ghost jumped off the bed and followed Jon out the door. She began softly stroking Julianna's little face. "Wake up, sweetling," she whispered. "We're going leave soon. We're going to get your father and leave."

She swung her feet onto the ground and met the eyes of her mother and sister. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I know you only asked for Jon's help because of me. I can never repay you for…for helping us."

"You owe us nothing, my love. I'd do anything for you. For your happiness."

"Hurry. You have to get ready," Arya whispered urgently, pulling Sansa to her feet.

She let her mother hold the baby while Arya helped her put on her warmest wool dress. When Sansa had dressed and fixed her hair, she returned from her dressing area, carrying her heaviest fur cloak, and watched her mother gently rocking Julianna, who yawned sleepily. We'll see each other again, Sansa promised herself. She wanted her daughter to know her family one day. When it was safe for them.

"This is for Jaime," Arya said, handing her Jaime's fur cloak. Sansa smiled at her sister's concern for Jaime. She knew it had to be difficult for Arya to say goodbye to the man who had become another brother to her. And this goodbye could be forever. "I'll miss you, Sansa," Arya whispered.

Sansa leaned down and hugged her sister tightly, wishing they did not have to be separated so soon after finding one another again. "I'll miss you, too. Look after mother for me," Sansa whispered, and Arya nodded against her shoulder. "I love you very much. Don't ever forget that."

She kissed the top of her head and walked over to the bed, reaching beneath her pillow to grab the jeweled dagger. Sansa tucked the dagger inside her cloak as well as the few jewels that she had not packed when she and Jaime were preparing to flee to the Free Cities. We may need to sell the dagger and jewels for food. We may be leaving here with nothing more than the clothes on our backs. Though Sansa knew that they would have struggles ahead of them, she didn't care, so long as they were together.

"What if Jon changes his mind?" Sansa whispered, hesitant to voice her fears aloud.

"He'll be back. He promised," Arya assured her, leaning against Sansa with her arm linked through hers.

"What if the Queen found out what he was planning?" Sansa thought about all of the times since leaving Winterfell that she had been certain that she had improved her fortunes only to be proven horribly wrong. Sansa was terrified to get her hopes up, only to have them dashed yet again. I was so certain that the Queen would pardon Jaime, after I spoke to her. And look how horribly that turned out. She always used to be an optimist – believing that there was a happy ending for everyone. Now, Sansa knew how foolish she had been.

Sansa took Julianna back from her mother and held her as they waited for Jon to return. They waited for hours and Sansa got more and more anxious as the minutes ticked by. As she had nothing to do but sit and think, her thoughts turned to Jaime.

She was so afraid for him. She tried not to think of what the Unsullied could have done to him after they dragged him from the Great Hall. They could have beaten him or tortured him. Sansa shook her head, chasing those thoughts from her mind. The Queen said he would be executed in King's Landing. They would not have done anything to hurt him yet. She had to believe that Jaime was all right or she would go crazy. The Queen's soldiers seemed so cruel and inhuman. She worried Jaime would do something to make them angry. He is rather good at provoking anger in others. Sansa closed her eyes and prayed that he wasn't hurt and that they would all be able to leave Casterly Rock safely.

"I know it's hard, after everything that's happened. After all of the loss and…disappointments," her mother said quietly, "But try not to think the worst." It must have shown on her face that she was terrified that something would go wrong. "Stand up, for a moment, my love." She did as her mother asked, not understanding why her mother was approaching her with a soft bed sheet in her hands. Lady Catelyn turned Julianna so she was facing Sansa and used the bed sheet to tightly wrap her against Sansa's chest – so securely that Sansa didn't even have to hold her. "This will make it easier for you to carry her. I don't know what they are planning for your escape, but this will leave your hands free, if need be. She'll stay nice and warm beneath your cloak." She watched her mother gently stroke Julianna's head as she looked at her fondly.

"You won't change your mind and come with us?" Sansa whispered to her mother as she draped her cloak over her shoulders again.

She shook her head. "We'll be fine here. I have no intention of letting that girl chase every noble family from Westeros. Now that Petyr is gone…she may get better advice. I won't allow Riverrun or Winterfell to fall into enemy hands. I owe that your father. And to mine." Sansa understood her mother's need to stay and fight, even if she didn't share the sentiment. Sansa was tired of fighting. She was tired of danger swirling around those she loved. She didn't care about castles or titles. All I want is to go with Jaime to the Free Cities, where we can be happy and raise our family.

Sansa's eyes popped open when she heard several low groans in the hallway, followed by the sound of steel clashing. She clutched Julianna against her chest and backed away from the door in fear. Arya and her mother stayed where they were, though the bedchamber door also held their attention, as it did Sansa's. It was quiet, but Sansa could tell there was a battle going on outside her chamber door. Sansa could hardly breathe as she waited to see who it would be that prevailed and entered her chamber. I don't know if I can survive another defeat.

She heard the door open and looked up hesitantly, nearly crying in relief when Ser Addam appeared, followed by her personal guards. "You must come quickly, my lady," Addam said as Ghost padded in behind him and ran over to her. "There's not much time."

"Say your goodbyes quickly, Sansa. We must go," Jon said quietly from the doorway. "Lannister's men have killed the guards on duty. Though, we don't have long until a patrol comes through."

She nodded and Arya ran to her and hugged her tightly. "Tell Jaime I said goodbye."

Sansa squeezed her sister's shoulder and looked over her head at Jon. "You're freeing Jaime from the dungeons?" she asked slowly, seeking confirmation. She had to be certain that her husband was going to be leaving with her. Sansa knew that Jon hated Jaime and she feared that he only planned to help her escape with Julianna. She knew she would not be able to leave Jaime behind to die. If that were the case, she would refuse their help. Ser Addam's words filled her with relief.

"Don't worry, Jaime's going with you. To the Free Cities. Your handmaiden's gone down to the forge to get the boy. You must come with us now, Sansa." She nodded in relief, knowing that she could trust Ser Addam to ensure that Jaime would not die.

Sansa took her mother's hand. "Thank you, Mother. For…for helping us." She closed her eyes as Lady Catelyn kissed her forehead and hugged her as tightly as she could with the babe secured between them.

"Be happy, my darling girl. I love you, so very much," she said, kissing the top of the babe's head. "Take care of my granddaughter."

She nodded, smiling through her tears. "I love you, mother."

"Sansa, come with me. You have to get out of here now," Jon said, taking one of her arms and leading her out of the bedchamber. She heard Ser Addam giving instructions to her mother and sister as she entered the hallway. She covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the dead Unsullied littering the hallway.

"Littlefinger had you heavily guarded," Jon murmured quietly as he carefully escorted her around the blood and fallen men while Ghost walked at her side. She rested her hand on the direwolf's back for comfort. The Unsullied are rumored to be such fierce warriors. Yet not a single red cloak fell dead. Jon must have noticed her expression as she took in the massacre that had occurred to secure her freedom. "It helped that they trusted me," he added quietly. "They never thought I would lead an ambush against them."

"Thank you, Jon. I know…I know it had to be difficult for you. To do something you consider dishonorable," she whispered. "I am grateful. For myself and for my daughter." Sansa glanced behind her and saw that her personal guards followed closely behind them.

"I suppose it's appropriate…they violated your husband's trust to get in here. Now I've used their trust in me to get you out." She nodded, clutching his arm as they continued walking. "I've always considered you to be my sister, Sansa. Even you did not feel the same."

She wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That she did care for him as her brother, but he stopped her from walking with him. "Walk back a few paces with your guards. I'll go ahead and make sure it's safe before you to follow with the babe."

She watched as Jon walked ahead with Ghost, cautiously scanning each doorway they crossed, before her guards would allow her to follow. She stroked Julianna's little head beneath her cloak, glad she was quiet. Sansa felt safe with her guards surrounding her once again, but she was still nervous that something would happen to stop their escape.

Sansa froze as two of her guards stepped in front of her. Two Unsullied, patrolling the castle, had crossed their path. She felt her heart pounding against her chest in terror as Jon drew his sword. Please don't let him die. Then it would only be me and Arya. Two of her guards joined the fight, but she could see that Jon did not need their help. The Unsullied were supposed to be the best warriors in the world. And she watched as her brother easily bested them. She remembered watching him practice with Robb back in Winterfell, when they were boys, but it seemed Jon had become quite a warrior in the years since they had parted ways. He seemed nearly as good with a sword as Jaime.

Once Jon had killed the two Unsullied, her guards led her around their bodies, and they continued following Jon as the white direwolf silently padded along beside him. She had never before thought he seemed more like her father. It's a pity he cannot be Lord Stark of Winterfell. Sansa felt nothing but pride that Jon was her brother. He is a Stark. No matter what his name.

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Jaime sat on the cold stone floor of his dungeon cell, his arms wrapped around himself as he shivered from the cold. The Stark's brutal Winter may kill me before the dragons get a chance. He didn't care so much about the cold for himself. He could only think of Sansa. It was tearing him apart to be locking in a cage – helpless and unable to do anything to protect Sansa and Julianna. I swore to protect her always. I swore it. This was the vow that I knew I would never break.

He had bruised and bloodied himself after Littlefinger left by punching and kicking and throwing himself against the bars of his cell – more in an effort to punish himself than to actually get free. He knew the bars would never break. But he deserved to feel pain. His entire body was battered, and ached from his efforts, but he didn't care. My pain is likely nothing compared to what Sansa is feeling. It was driving him mad knowing that Littlefinger could be making good on his threats - raping Sansa - and there was nothing he could do to stop the man.

Jaime hoped that Ser Addam had been able to get her a weapon. Sansa was left to defend herself and their baby. She certainly couldn't do it with her bare hands. If he touches her, I will see him dead. And the Targaryen girl, too. Though he very nearly laughed, even as he had the thought. You're locked in a cage, soon to be burned away to nothing. You'll never get your revenge.

He heard footsteps approaching and wondered who had come to torment him now – to mock him as he was held prisoner in his own home. He felt the bile rise in his throat at the thought of Littlefinger coming to gloat about having fucked his wife. He felt his missing hand clench in rage as he lifted his head.

"Come to gloat, brother? It seems your revenge is complete. Will you listen as Littlefinger rapes my wife every night and feel that it's my just desserts for what Father did to yours?" Jaime looked down at his hand, taking in his bloody knuckles. "It was foolish of me to believe you, when you said you wouldn't let me die. Well played, Tyrion. Really. Father would be proud. As we were traveling here, from King's Landing, Sansa and I saw Aunt Genna and…she spoke of Lord Tywin and how she would miss her brother. She remarked that you were always Tywin's son. That you were so like him and…I see now that she's right. This is a revenge worthy of the great Tywin Lannister himself." Jaime shook his head. "I never dreamed your hatred of me extended to Sansa…my sweet girl," he murmured quietly to himself. This is my punishment for all of my sins. I thought it was losing my hand but…it's what will happen to my wife and child after I'm dead.

"I did speak to the Queen, Jaime. As I said I would. But there was no swaying her. Not after Littlefinger's…presentation. If he weren't here…I don't believe you'd be here in this cell. She was prepared to grant Sansa's request. But…now the Queen has spoken."

"That girl is no queen," he snarled. "Just because she has dragons and an army? She may be able to kill everyone, but it doesn't mean she can rule the Realm. Certainly Robert Baratheon proved that being a good warrior – winning a war – doesn't make someone a good leader. No one in Westeros has been mourning the loss of the Targaryens, whatever she may think. The People rejoiced to be free of the Mad King. Does she even know that? If she's so foolish as to follow the advice of someone like Baelish, she deserves what lies ahead for her."

"She could be a good leader. A good queen. She simply needs to learn the game. To learn…humility. To learn about her people. The nobility as well as the small folk."

Jaime didn't much care about the girl's future on the throne. He only cared about Sansa's future and that of his daughter. "Go away, brother. I understand why she did not wish to pardon me but…she has no cause to be so unfeeling to Sansa."

"Your lady wife is a Stark. That's reason enough, to her." Jaime looked at Tyrion in confusion. "Ned Stark helped Robert win his throne. He could not have won the Rebellion without the support of the Starks, the Tully's…the Lannisters. Sansa has two strikes against her. The Queen has not learned to forget past wrongs when it is politically necessary."

"Perhaps she should consider the opinion of the people she wishes to lead. They will rise against her if provoked enough. She'll certainly never win the Westerlands. Even during her short time as Lady of the Rock, Sansa won the good opinion of the smallfolk. As did I…believe it or not. They'll not stand by as their lady is brutalized. Nor for my daughter being declared a bastard."

"Jaime, nothing is going to happen to Sansa or the babe."

Jaime allowed himself to feel hope for a moment, before he reminded himself that Tyrion had said he would not allow Jaime to die, and now he was sitting in a dungeon, having been sentenced to death. It's Baelish who controls the Queen, not my little brother. He can't help us. He met Tyrion's eyes, knowing he had to swallow his pride and do what he could for Sansa and his children. "Let her kill me if you must, but…Will you…will you look out for Sansa and…my daughter? Get her free of Baelish somehow? I only care about my family being safe."

"Including Tommen?"

"If you can find him." Jaime still wasn't willing to give up his last secret to Tyrion.

Tyrion raised his eyebrow. "I suppose the golden-haired little boy running around in the forge playing with his little cats is simply an urchin from Flea Bottom who resembles you as a boy?"

He felt fear yet again, and worried that Tyrion planned to turn the boy over to his queen. Though, despite everything, he found it difficult to believe that Tyrion would allow Tommen to suffer such a brutal death. Before he could ask him what he planned to do with Tommen, he saw another torch moving at the entrance to the dungeons. It took him a few moments to recognize who was approaching, and he saw that it was Jon Snow. Has the girl decided to execute me now?

As Snow moved further into the dungeons, Jaime saw a flash of coppery red moving behind him, and realized that Sansa was following him, along with several of her guards. She was wearing a heavy cloak and furs and Tommen held her hand. He felt uneasy because he didn't see Julianna, but he told himself that Sansa would never allow herself to be separated from their babe.

He couldn't hear her words, but Jaime saw that Sansa was speaking to Tommen and pointing toward a narrow opening leading out to the ocean – the one that was letting the snow and freezing cold into the dungeons. Jaime saw Pia and Gendry enter the dungeons and stand behind the child. Pia took Tommen's hand from Sansa's grasp and it looked as if Gendry carried Tommen's cage of kittens.

"Into the boats, there's not a moment to lose," Tyrion called out.

Sansa turned at the sound of his voice and her eyes locked on Jaime's. She smiled and he never knew such relief, knowing that Sansa was safe. Her brother is helping her…she'll be safe. Even if I never see her again…I can rest easy knowing that she's alive and far away from Littlefinger and the Mad Queen.

He barely heard Tyrion as he continued speaking to him. Jaime couldn't manage to tear his attention away from Sansa. " The Queen put me in charge of reclaiming your ship from the harbor. For myself, as Lord of the Rock. Though…It seems I did not find the time to remove anything from your ship. All of the gold and jewels and food that you and Sansa loaded onto the ship in preparation for your journey are untouched. Sansa and the children will not want for anything."

Sansa and the children. Jaime felt his heart sink a bit at Tyrions's words. I'm not going with them, then. At least Sansa and the children will be safe. I can say goodbye to her, knowing she won't be married off to Littlefinger. Knowing that Julianna won't be taken away from her and that Tommen won't be burned to death. She'll look after the children.

Sansa appeared at his cell, with tears glistening in her eyes. She reached her hand between the bars to touch his face. Jaime leaned into her touch and, now that she was close, Jaime saw that Julianna was hidden beneath her cloak. He ran his hand over the babe's hair, smiling as Julianna turned her head to look at him. She smiled at him and Jaime felt nothing but pain, knowing he would not see her grow up.

His hand slid into Sansa's hair and he pulled her close to the bars, kissing her. She smiled against his lips, not expecting such a kiss as his tongue slid between her lips. I have to taste her. Just one last time. He felt her trying to pull away – no doubt thinking it improper to show such passion in front of his brother – but Jaime held her still as he kissed her thoroughly. "I love you," he murmured as he finally released her lips.

"Jaime," she chided, an endearing blush on her cheeks, though her eyes softened and she slipped her own hand up to his hair. "Who hurt you?" she asked, seeing his bloodied knuckles and bruises.

He shook his head. "I…lost my temper," he said sheepishly, "and took it out on the bars."

She took his hand and kissed it. Jaime wished that he was going with her. That she could take care of him. He stared at her for a moment. She's so beautiful. And I love her more than anything. How do I let her walk away from me forever? "May we have a moment alone, to say goodbye?" Jaime asked his brother, cursing the tears he felt welling in his eyes. Sansa pulled her hand away and wheeled on Tyrion – the venom in her gaze shocking him.

"No. No. They told me Jaime was being freed," she began, accusation dripping from her voice.

"Don't worry, my dear good sister. You've not been deceived. Who do you wish to say goodbye to, Jaime?" Tyrion asked, producing a key from his pocket and unlocking the cell door. "I think you misunderstood my words. You're going with her."

Jaime could scarce believe that Tyrion was freeing him, though he exited his cell quickly, before his brother changed his mind. He pulled Sansa against his chest, breathing easy for the first time since dragons first appeared in the sky above Casterly Rock. She held him tightly, crying as she buried her face against his chest and Julianna squealed and laughed in delight as she was pressed between them. Jaime laughed and kissed his daughter's head. He had feared that he would never be allowed to hold Sansa again. That he would only see her in his mind as the Targaryen girl's dragons unleashed their flames on him. Sansa pulled away and now he saw that she carried a fur cloak for him as well. She stood on her tiptoes, wrapping his cloak around his shoulders.

"You're freezing," she whispered as she ran her hands up and down his arms. "She just left you here to suffer until…she could kill you." There were tears in her eyes and, though he could have stood there holding her forever, he knew they had to leave.

"You'll warm me up later," he said with a smirk, though his thoughts grew serious as he looked her over. "Are you all right?" he whispered and she nodded. He would ask her later what Littlefinger had done to her. There was no time for that now. He knew very well that there would be a small window of time for he and Sansa to escape. No matter who was helping them.

"Your ship to set sail less than an hour ago from the harbor. There are rowboats that will take everyone out to meet it. Tommen's already gone. It's a bit treacherous to get out to the boats – there's no longer even a dock but…it will serve. I don't believe anyone will think to look to the horizon for some time, once your escape has been noticed. I've been most adamant that no one could escape this way, except to plunge into the icy water. Though, if my calculations are correct, and the dreamwine served at dinner is as potent as I requested from the kitchen, you'll have sailed beyond the horizon before your absence is noticed."

Jaime realized that Tyrion had put quite a lot of thought into their escape. "Brother -"

"Go, Jaime. There's no time to waste. You don't have to say anything. I hope that…your exile won't be forever." Jaime didn't much care if he and Sansa never returned to Westeros. Though he would miss his brother. He reluctantly released Sansa and leaned down to quickly embrace his brother. "I won't forget this, Tyrion. And I…I am sorry for…for Tysha and…the part I played."

"Enough, Jaime. Take your pretty little wife and go."

"Won't you come with us? All of you...you're committing treason," Sansa whispered.

"We are committing treason. But...it's for love. My love for my brother and Snow's love for you. For his sister."

"Thirty red-cloaks will go with you to the Free Cities. Men without families, who fought beside us against the White Walkers. And Lady Sansa's personal guards also volunteered to serve you in the Free Cities," Ser Addam said, as he led them to the same opening in the Rock he'd watched Sansa direct Tommen towards. "I'll remain and ensure the safety of Lady Catelyn and her daughter. As well as the Tullys."

"The girl will blame you for our escape," Jaime said with worry.

"No need to worry, brother. Ser Addam could not have helped you. He was drinking with Snow and I all evening in my chambers. Planning the future of Casterly Rock. This is as far as I go," Tyrion said, as Ser Addam and Jon Snow climbed out through the low opening in the rock formation.

"Thank you," Sansa said, her voice breaking.

"Look after my brother, Lady Sansa," Tyrion said with a smirk, his eyes on Jaime.

They both bid Tyrion farewell and Jaime followed Sansa out into the freezing air. They found themselves on rocks slick with ice and snow as the wind howled and the water lapped at their feet. Sansa was holding onto the side of Casterly Rock, clutching Julianna tightly with her free hand. They had to walk nearly 100 feet across the flat, slippery rocks to reach the rowboat that would take them out to their ship.

He saw Sansa's unease at the prospect of carrying Julianna across the rocks. Jaime opened her cloak, not allowing himself to feel the bone-chilling cold, and saw that Julianna was tied to her chest with a bedsheet. He tested the bindings and looked up as Jon Snow offered him his scarf. Jaime nodded his thanks and used the scarf to secure Julianna even more against Sansa.

"You can do this, Sansa," Jaime whispered, closing up her cloak to shield the babe from the cold. "She's not going anywhere. And you've proven how brave you are." Jaime would have carried the babe himself, but he thought Sansa was the safer choice, as she had two good hands.

She looked nervously across the rocks and down at the black water. She nodded and looked up into the sky. "The dragons?" she asked fearfully, and Jaime knew that she was thinking of how they had burned the decoy boat they had sent out when the siege began.

"They are chained down for the night and the Queen's scouts, assigned to watch this side of the castle…they're dead. No one will see us and sound the alarm. But you must go now, before someone notices," her brother said gently. "Quickly and quietly."

Two of Sansa's guards led the way out across the rocks, to the boats, and Sansa followed them slowly and carefully. Jaime kept a hand on her waist as he followed her across, and her brother had her arm. Jaime didn't blame Sansa for being fearful. Even he was uneasy with how treacherous their escape was. But he knew they had no choice. It's certainly better than dragonfire.

Sansa clutched Julianna against her with one arm. Her foot slipped on the ice for a moment, but her brother held her upright. She took another step, and Jaime saw her foot slide a bit out from under her. He watched her panic as she began to fall into the freezing water, taking the babe with her. Jaime shoved Sansa toward her brother and took the fall himself. Jaime felt all of the air being forced out of his lungs as he plunged beneath the freezing water.

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I know. I know. Another cliffhanger. At least Jaime's out of his cell…The next chapter will pick up where this one leaves off as Jaime and Sansa continue their escape.

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