Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 15 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Sansa

Sansa bit her lip as she unwound the bandage from around one of the soldiers arms. He had acquired a somewhat deep gash in his arm during the Siege of Casterly Rock, but it was now healed so she was removing the bandage at last. Once she was finished she nodded and he smiled, standing up.

"Thank you Princess." He said softly.

She nodded. "It is no trouble."

After checking and ensuring that his injury was indeed healed, the soldier left and, knowing that they would be moving again soon, Sansa decided to check over the remaining wounded.

'There aren't many left, all those that could not be saved have already died.' She thought sadly; before doing her best to look on the upside. 'Those that remain are nearly healed and we can be ready before long.'

She knew they were nearing the end of the campaign, it was going to become more intense soon. She had to be ready for what was to come, the number of injured would be beyond belief as they came to the last battle.

She sighed. 'There isn't much choice however; if we do not finish this now, we will lose everything we have gained. But we face a greater threat to the North, Beyond the Wall.'

She sighed, they knew, they all knew the threat of the Others had grown, Jon's warnings were too circumstantial to ignore. They were stuck however, apart from the troops they sent to aid Jon, they had to remain focused on their current task, or they'd all be swallowed up by the Lannisters, who were perfectly content to ignore the danger.

She finished checking the few remaining wounded and, satisfied she continued to ponder. They were taking a gamble, that much was clear. They had to have faith in Jon and those at the Wall; while they took care of things from this side. There were two wars raging now, they could only hope that they would be victorious on both sides.

"Princess."

She looked up and felt her face heat it. It was one of the other healers, one who had helped her figure something important out, regarding some recent events for her.

She nodded. "Hello, I...I wanted to thank you for helping me."

The woman smiled lightly. "It is know trouble, do you know…?"

"I do; I just...don't know what to say now, how to reveal the truth." Sansa replied sadly.

The woman nodded sympathetically and Sansa sighed. She might as well figure things out quickly. As she left the healers tent; she noted that the camp was rapidly packing up, they were ready to move again. She couldn't have much time.

She spotted her brother and Gendry, they were talking to that Dornish man. The one known as Prince Oberyn Martell.

'This isn't going to help me, I have to find Sandor.' She noted to herself.

So, steeling herself she went looking.

As she walked she pondered something else that was troubling her.

'Oh Arya; I just wish you hadn't been so angry, we could have parted properly.' She thought in dismay. 'Oh, what if she's done something stupid; I just, I just have to hope mother can calm her down when she gets back to Winterfell...Unless, unless it's already too late and Arya has...'

She quickly shook her head. She couldn't dwell on that; she didn't want to think that way.

She took a deep breath. 'I mustn't; I mustn't think like that, if Arya is...No, she's fine, she has to be, I just have to have faith.'

So, taking a moment to focus herself, she resumed her search for Sandor. As she was searching however, she soon came across another familiar face, or rather helmet. Walking the opposite direction from her was that mysterious Silent Warrior.

Once again, Sansa observed the warrior and considered how little she actually knew about them, or how little anybody actually knew about the warrior.

"Excuse me." She said quickly, trying to get their attention.

The warrior stopped and turned their head towards her. Sansa felt a little put out by being forced to look directly at the helmet, for the warrior never raised the visor, keeping their face hidden.

"Could you help me, I'm looking for Sandor Clegane?" She asked carefully.

The warrior did not offer any reply, instead they merely nodded and pointed her in the direction which she assumed was right.

Sansa sighed but nodded. 'Gods, can they even talk, I still don't understand it, it's like they are perpetually silent.'

Nevertheless she thanked the warrior and headed off in the direction she had been pointed in.

She finally did find Sandor as he was readying his horse to ride.

"Sandor." She called out as she approached.

He turned to her and smiled lightly. "Little Bird, shouldn't you be getting ready for us to leave?"

She nodded. "I...yes but, I need to, I need to talk to you."

"Oh, what about?" He replied, clearly confused.

She bit her lip and tried, several times, to say something. "Well, um, I just, I...We, this..."

Sandor shook his head. "Just say it, come now."

She sighed and made up her mind. "Alright, I have something important I need to tell you."

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Just to clear something up, as people who are new to this series might notice, I started this series before I discovered my favourite Sansa pairing, and had it all planned out before that too. I therefore won't have my favourite pairing for her in this, but my second favourite one will be there, as for the current thing with Sansa. I must ask that you bear with it, it's the only way I could get what I have planned for her storyline to work.