"You're moving too fast, you do not want to ruin things!" The red woman paced the small room, she addressed a man sitting in a nearby chair. "You will have the girl, and your throne. But if you rush things, it will make it more difficult and take longer!"

"She cannot reach Winterfell! If she does, it will make capturing her more difficult. She is less guarded while on the road, and Gregor will keep the Dog busy." The man's face could not be seen, as he kept it hidden beneath a hooded cloak. "Westeros is slowly falling in love with Lady Sansa, soon they will cry for her to be their Queen, not Margaery. She will need a true King by her side, you know this."

The red woman moved to kneel before the man, a smile upon her lips. "I know this, she has earned the love of so many people. With her by your side, you would regain the love of your people. But you must take caution, there are many who would see you dead before they would allow you on the iron throne. Once the girl is in our possession, we can move onto our plot to take the throne from Tommen."

A small chuckle came from beneath the cloak, "Tommen will not be hurt though, and he is only a child. He may gladly step aside, if he does not, he will be taken prisoner."

The red woman stood back up, turning to the fire as it grew. She concentrated on it a moment, her smile only growing larger. "I see victory in our future."

…

"She forgave them, all of them!" Arya had been pacing by a nearby fire as Sandor sat and watched her. "The people who took our family from us, how could she just forgive them?"

"Put yourself in her place, she is going to be Queen soon." Sandor did not move from the rock he sat on. "She wants to rule with her heart, how do you expect her to do so if she is full of anger?"

Arya stopped her pacing to look at him, "it gives her a reason to be weary of who she will trust! If she goes back to the same loving Sansa she was before, she'll be bait for anyone!"

Sandor chuckled a bit and shook his head, "your sister is smarter than you give her credit for. How do you think she survived in Kings Landing after your father's death?" He looked around a moment to make sure no one was listening to them, "she let everyone think she was a simple girl, she let them think she didn't know anything. But she did, it was all an act so that they would not fear her as an opponent. Take Cersei for example, she always feared a younger more beautiful Queen would take her place. For a while she thought it would be Sansa, but she stopped thinking that when she realized how clueless Sansa was, or led her to think she was."

"So she was playing the game, like everyone else?"

"Aye, but her game is different. She played to survive, she never played to take a throne. She only wanted her home and family." He then stood up to head to Sansa's carriage, "you could learn a thing or two from her." He then walked away, leaving Arya standing there to think over what he had said.

…

"Are you sure this is wise? It's one thing for your brother to meet you here, but on the road?" Jon and Gregor sat together around a small fire, discussing Gregor taking a few extra men to meet Sansa's party on the road.

"It will surprise him, but it will also be another way I can prove myself to him. Word is spreading around that your sister travels, there are many that will want her. She is a prize after all, a widow with rich lands to her name. She is not safe until she is within the walls of Winterfell."

Jon sat forward slightly, rubbing his chin lightly as he thought over it. "How many men would you take with you?"

Gregor grinned a bit, "I would take my best men, ten in total. They would be completely in charge of the safety of both girls."

Jon looked up at Gregor and nodded, "Arya and Sansa." He sighed and slowly stood, "Arya can be used against us if she was to be kidnapped. She is as valuable as Sansa." He then nodded and looked to Gregor once again, "alright, gather your men and head out at once. Take the supplied you need, they are travelling the Kings road, so you should have no problem finding them."

Gregor stood and nodded to Jon, "I will see to it that no harm comes to either of your sisters." He then turned and retreated once again to his chambers.

…

"The other girl, Arya. Should I grab her as well my lord?" Gregor stood before the same large flames in his room. "Jon confirmed my suspicions, she can be used to gain what we need."

A laugh erupted from the flames as a male voice followed, "if you can take her, then do so. But she is not a priority. Rumor has it she is a skilled fighter now. She may not be worth the effort, all that matters is the Lady Sansa. With or without her sister, she will succumb to my demands."

"It shall be done my lord."

…..

"I don't remember it taking this long when we travelled to Kings Landing." Arya groaned as she sat in Sansa's carriage with her sister.

"That is because you were too busy being a child and playing." Sansa winked slightly at Arya who returned her wink with a scowl.

"It's because of Micah, he made it easier for me." She sighed looking down a moment.

"I hope you do not hate Sandor for that still." Sansa watched her sister carefully, "he was only doing what his duties told him to do. He was told Micah was the one who attacked Joffrey, not you."

Arya nodded and looked up to Sansa, "I know, but it doesn't make it any easier. But I don't blame him, I will always blame Joffrey." She then looked away from Sansa a moment, "do you really forgive him?"

Sansa bit her lip for a moment, she knew her sister would bring it up eventually. "Joffrey? Yes, I do. He's dead, he can no longer hurt us. There is no need to continue holding all this hate for someone who is no longer around." She leaned forward to take a hold of Arya's hand, "in truth, I feel a bit more free since I let it all go."

Arya looked down at the hand that held her own then slowly pulled her hand away. "I can't forgive them, I'm not like you Sansa."

The carriage came to a sudden stop, causing both of the girls to gasp out. Arya quickly pulling her sword out as the doors to the carriage swung open.

"Wolf-girl, stay in here with your sister. Do not let anyone in except for me!"

"Sandor, what is it?" Sansa looked at him, his face showing as if he had seen a ghost.

"A group of men, supposedly sent from Winterfell have joined us, but…" He refused to look at the girls, "just stay in here til I come back." He then quickly shut the doors to the carriage, leaving Sansa and Arya looking at each other in confusion.

…..

"You have it all wrong dear brother that is why I brought this with me." Gregor held out a sealed letter with the Direwolf sigil on it. "A letter from Jon Snow for the Lady Sansa."

Sandor kept his sword drawn and pointed directly at Gregor, "You want me to believe he would send you to help protect his sisters?" He then spat on the ground, "piss on that!"

Gregor let out a laugh, still holding out the letter. "I've been in Winterfell for months now, Lord Snow trust me completely. As you should, I am not the same man, this is how I want to prove it to you."

"Sandor…" Sansa's voice was heard from behind Sandor, causing everyone to turn their attention to her. Arya was close behind her, sword drawn. "What is going on?" Her eyes then shifted towards Gregor, causing her to stop in her tracks. "The Mountain?"

Sandor moved to stand between Sansa and Gregor, his grip tightening on his sword. "I thought I told you to stay in your carriage."

Sansa's eyes remained on Gregor, "you said they were soldiers from Winterfell, I had to see for myself." She looked at Sandor a moment, seeing the emotions running through his eyes. She then turned her attention back to Gregor, noticing the letter he was holding. "I take it that is a letter from Jon?"

"It is my lady, still sealed so that no one thinks I forged it." He slowly approached to offer her the letter. Quickly finding Sandor's sword pressed to his throat.

"Stay away from her!" Sandor growled out as he felt Sansa's hand move to his arm.

"Sandor, let me see the letter." She slowly moved around him, taking the letter from Gregor's hand. When she opened it she smiled lightly, "this is Jon's handwriting alright, I'd recognize it anywhere." She looked at Sandor who still had his sword pressing into Gregor's throat. "He speaks the truth Sandor, put down your sword."

"He cannot be trusted!" Sandor looked at Sansa, fury still showing in his eyes. "Your brother is a fool for thinking he will protect you!"

Sansa sighed a bit and looked at Gregor a moment. "I know why you say this Sandor, I know your past with your brother. But do you not believe he can change too?"

Sandor looked at his brother a moment, then to Sansa and shook his head. "Never, he's a killer. He's cold hearted, he cannot be trusted. And I will not let him near you!"

"A shame really…" Gregor spoke, causing Sansa and Sandor to turn their attention back to him. "I had hoped this would have gone a little easier, though I knew you would put up too much of a fight little brother." He then let out a whistle, causing the men around him to draw their swords and begin attacking the soldiers that guarded Sansa.

"Back to your carriage girl!" Sandor shouted at Sansa as he attempted to plunge his sword into Gregor's throat.

Gregor was too quick, he drew his sword and was able to push Sandor's from his throat. "You still think you can beat me?" He laughed as the two brothers began to duel. "Get the girl!" He shouted to his men.

Sansa and Arya quickly ran from the fighting, Arya holding her sword firmly as Sansa reached into her cloak for her dagger. "Hurry Arya!"

When the girls reached the carriage they were met by two men standing there with their swords drawn. "Now where do you girls think you're goin'?" The men chuckled as they approached them.

"Sansa, run!" Arya quickly advanced on the men, her sword clashing with one of the men's. Sansa watched in horror, shaking her head.

"I cannot just leave you!"

The second man started to move towards Sansa, "that's a good girl, make it easy on everyone." He reached out to grab her arm which caused her to scream out and slash him across the face with her dagger.

"Sansa, go!" Arya had been able to dig her sword deep into the stomach of the man she fought. She then turned her attention to the man Sansa had just slashed. "To the woods, we'll find you!"

Sansa nodded and quickly turned, running into the forest as fast as she could. She could hear the sound of metal clashing, she also heard the sound of hooves coming behind her. She looked over her shoulder in time to see a large black horse quickly approaching her, but it was not Stranger, it was not Sandor. She turned away, trying to run faster, but soon found a hand reaching out and grabbing the back of her dress. She was pulled onto the horse so quick she lost her grip on her dagger. Looking up she saw Gregor looking back at her. "Where's Sandor?"

Gregor grinned as he held one arm tightly around her waist, the other holding the reigns of his horse. "He's alive, that's all you need to know." He then pulled the reigns hard, causing his horse to start running in the opposite direction of the camp.

"Sandor! Help!" Sansa struggled, trying to get herself free from Gregor's grip, but failed. She watched helplessly as the light from the fires in their camp slowly faded behind them.

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