Sandor held his sword firmly across the neck of a younger solider, the blade slowly digging into the man's flesh. "Where is he taking her?! Tell me or I swear you will die the most painful death possible!"

The man struggled beneath Sandor's grip but was quickly halted by Arya kicking him in the side. "Answer him! Where is that monster taking my sister?"

"Dragonstone! He's taking her to Dragonstone!" The man cried out in pain as Sandor let his sword dig deeper into the man's neck.

Sandor and Arya both looked to each other before back down at the man, "to Stannis? What in bloody hell does Stannis want Sansa for?"

The man coughed out some blood as the sword began to push harder into his throat, "not Stannis…" His eyes suddenly widened as he screamed out. In an instant, he was dead.

"What happened?" Arya kicked at the man's lifeless body, "you killed him too fast!"

"Wasn't me wolf-girl…" Sandor pulled his sword away from the body, "whoever sent them, didn't want him to tell us…" He then turned to the men that remained. "Your future Queen has been taken to Dragonstone. We go after her immediately!" He then grabbed a smaller man quickly, "except you, I need you to go to Winterfell, report on what has happened and get word to King Tommen."

Arya had already started putting away her sword and packing up her horse, turning to Sandor with a desperate look, "I'm going too, I was supposed to protect her."

Sandor nodded, "didn't expect ya not to girl." He grinned slightly as the group finished packing their horses and headed to Dragonstone.

….

Gregor rode hard into the night, knowing that the men would quickly follow them. To stop so soon after taking Sansa would be foolish. Luckily he was a skilled rider and could ride in the toughest of conditions, the weather was clear, their only difficulty was the darkness of the night.

Sansa did not speak a word to him, keeping her head down as his grip remained firm around her waist. She couldn't imagine where he was taking her, or what he wanted from her. In truth, she was too scared to ask.

"Yer awfully quiet girl…" Gregor had leaned close to her so that she could feel his hot breath against her ear. "Might make our travels easier if you sing a pretty song." He then chuckled a bit.

Sansa shook her head, still refusing to speak. She would give him no satisfaction, she refused to cry or show any emotion to him. She knew Sandor would come for her, she knew he would save her.

"Don't you want to know where we're goin'?" Gregor had started to grow impatient with her, his arm tightened around her waist painfully, causing her to let out a small squeal of pain. "Talk girl!"

"Fine…" Sansa refused to try and even look at him. She kept her eyes forward, trying to see any sign of where they were, but it was simply too dark. "Where are you taking me?"

Gregor chuckled again, letting his grip around her waist loosen a bit. "You need a husband girl, with what you are going to be and all." He leaned down again, his lips close to her ear. "And it ain't going to be that pathetic brother of mine."

Sansa stiffened slightly when she felt his lips near her ear, she did not try and move away though. She would stay strong, she had to. "I will not be forced into a marriage, not again."

"That's what you think girl." He then looked to the sky, "it's near sunrise. We're not stoppin' til' we get to the Saltpans."

Sansa finally dared to look over her shoulder at him in confusion, "the Saltpans? There is practically nothing left there."

"Aye…" He grinned slightly, "We have a ship waiting for us there." He then reached to his side, briefly allowing Sansa to be free of his grip around her waist. He pulled a wineskin out and offered it to Sansa.

She looked at the wineskin and shook her head, refusing to take it. "No thank you." She then looked away from him, watching as the light of the sunrise started to show before them as they continued to ride east.

"You'll get no food or drink until we get to the ship girl. Unless you take some of this." He laughed a bit, returning his wineskin to his waistband. "You had better keep up your strength, your King wouldn't appreciate it if you were sick." He then returned his arm around her waist as they rode on.

….

"Are the chambers prepared?" The red woman spoke to a servant girl as she walked through the stone halls of Dragonstone. "Our King wants to ensure everything is prepared for her arrival and that she will be given every comfort possible."

"Yes my lady, everything is ready. We will continue to keep the fire burning in her chambers to ensure it remains warm so that she is never cold. As well, her wardrobe has been filled with the dresses you requested."

The red woman smiled proudly, "and the jewels?"

"In the King's chambers my lady, he wishes to present them personally."

"Good, we are in for a cold winter. My lord tells me it will arrive soon, make sure the servants have plenty of furs for our King and future Queen. As well as food, we cannot risk anyone in Dragonstone dying of starvation."

The servant bowed and hurried away.

"Soon my lord…" The red woman walked into her own chambers, a large fire burned in the middle of the room. "The realm will once belong to us, Lady Sansa will guarantee the people's love." She looked into the burning flames, her eyes glowing from the light. "The old gods will be forgotten and destroyed, the King will regain his throne, and I will be by his side."

…..

Sansa did not remember falling asleep, but when she opened her eyes she saw a large ship ahead of her. Gregor still holding firmly to her as he spoke to a man standing next to their horse.

"Chambers have been prepared for the Lady, your chambers are connected to hers as well." The older man spoke, "the guards you requested are also on board and will answer directly to you and you alone."

"Good. Lady Sansa's safety is top priority, she is not to be harmed. And the men aboard the ship should be warned to stay away from her." He chuckled a bit, "hell, they had better not even look at her if they want to play it safe." He then looked down and noticed Sansa watching the two of them. "Good morning my lady, are you prepared for our voyage?"

Sansa shook her head, glaring at him. "Unless it is taking me to Winterfell, I shall never be ready."

Gregor laughed as he jumped down from the horse, quickly pulling Sansa down after him. He kept an arm firmly wrapped around hers as the older man led them onto the ship. "I am afraid Winterfell is not our destination. Though you will be living in a fine castle, only the best for the lady." His tone was a mocking one, causing Sansa to glare at him again.

"Sandor will come for me, an entire army shall come for me and those who stand in the way will pay with their lives. I can assure you of that, ser!" She then looked away from him, paying attention to the path they took inside the ship.

"I welcome the challenge." He grinned down at her, practically pushing her through the doors of the cabin that had been prepared for her. "Food and a bath will be sent in for you once we set sail. Be a good girl now, don't do nothin' stupid." He then shut the door before she could respond.

The faint sound of clicking told Sansa that the door had been locked from the outside. She then looked around the room, obviously this was meant to be the captains' quarters. The only windows in the room overlooked the deck of the ship, two armed soldiers stood directly beneath them.

A small fire burned in a hearth near the bed, which looked very welcoming to Sansa. Sitting on the edge of it she let her head fall into her hands. Finally letting the tears fall from her eyes as she cried silently. Praying Sandor would find her before it was too late.

…

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