"He'll be taking her to the nearest port, Dragonstone can only be accessed by ship." Sandor sat with two men as they looked over a map of Westeros. "My guess is either the Saltpans or Duskendale. Gregor would not dare move into lands that are now loyal to the Lady for too long. The Saltpans are the nearest port to us, Duskendale would take us farther south."

Sandor looked at the man who had spoken, "the Saltpans, I know my brother. He would take the shortest route." He then looked back down at the map, "they have probably already made it there. My brother is a hard rider, he probably pushed through the night." He then slammed his fist on the ground before standing up. "It will be an attack from the water."

"My lord…" The soldier who had spoken stood, "we have no ships to attack from the water."

"I know this Eldron!" Sandor looked at the man, then to the map that still laid on the ground. "We stop at Harrenhal, send a raven to King Tommen. I am sure he will send the royal fleet to assist." He growled slightly as he rubbed his forehead, "we will head to Duskendale, we can procure ships there as well."

"What?" Arya came up behind Sandor, "we are not heading straight to Dragonstone?"

Sandor shook his head, "it would be a suicide mission girl." He put his hand on her shoulder, "Whoever Gregor is working for needs Sansa alive. We need an army of ships to save her," he pointed to the map, Dragonstone had been marked out. "The castle is surrounded by water, there is no entry by land."

Arya nodded, looking at the map. "I hate that we have to wait…" she then looked up at him and nodded again. "We'll save her though, I just know it."

"Aye…" Sandor looked at the men around them. "Each man has vowed their life to your sister, each willing to die for her." He then looked back to Arya, "Tommen as well, I trust the boy King. He will help."

…

"What do you mean she's been kidnapped?" Jon held the messenger by the collar of his vest. "Who took her?!"

"My lord… it was Ser Gregor who has taken the Lady." The man trembled at the anger that showed in Jon's eyes. "He betrayed us all my lord."

Jon shoved the man to the ground, quickly leaving his chambers. "Fenix!" Jon shouted for the captain of the Winterfell guard.

A larger soldier came running from the stables, "my lord?" He bowed slightly.

"Lady Sansa has been kidnapped. Gregor Clegane has proven to be a traitor, he took her from their camp in the night. We await word from Lord Clegane." He then looked around then back to Fenix, "prepare the soldiers. Once we find out where he has taken her, we head that way. If it is war Gregor wants, war he will get!"

Fenix bowed and ran to the soldiers' quarters. Jon then turned to look up at the raven tower, knowing that the next raven that arrived would most likely be word from Sandor. "Gods protect her."

…

Sansa sat on her bed, she had just finished bathing. Thankfully Gregor had not tried to make an appearance, though she still was quick to dress. She watched the flames burn in the hearth when she heard the lock to her door click. Looking up she saw Gregor carrying a large tray of food.

"You need to eat girl." He placed the food down on a nearby table and took a seat. "I think I'll join ya, just to make sure you eat." He then sat back, watching her as she slowly stood from her bed.

"You still have not told me where we are going." She moved to sit in the chair opposite of him. Truth be told, she was starving, and she knew she couldn't starve herself to death. "Or who you are working for."

Gregor laughed, pouring himself a large glass of wine. "You'll find out soon enough girl."

Sansa rolled her eyes, tearing a piece of bread apart before looking up at him. "Why will you not tell me now? It is not like it will change anything. I'm your captive, I cannot go anywhere."

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." He drank down his wine, placing the glass down on the table. "Truth be told, it took me some time to believe it myself."

Sansa looked at him curiously, "if you're not going to tell me anything, then please just leave. I am not going to starve myself, you do not have to babysit me." She then placed a small piece of bread in her mouth and looked away from him.

Gregor slowly stood from his chair, he wanted to smack the girl. No one ever back talked him, but he knew what his punishment would be if he laid one finger on the girl. "Dragonstone…." He then moved to leave the room, "that is all I can tell you." He then shut the door behind him, locking it tight.

"Dragonstone?" Sansa looked at the door for a moment before back down at the tray of food. "Stannis?" She shook her head slightly, "no, it couldn't be."

…

"I want the best men sent to Duskendale, our best ships as well!" Tommen walked through the halls of the Red Keep, Harys walking beside him. "No expense spared, we will rescue the Lady Sansa no matter what!"

Harys nodded, "we cannot give all of our men though your grace. To leave Kings Landing defenseless would be foolish."

Tommen stopped walking and looked up at Harys, "keep the men necessary to protect us here. But I want the best sent to rescue Lady Sansa. The people love her, if they hear about her predicament…" He shook his head and began walking again.

"I agree your grace, the people have shown a growing love for the Lady. It could cause war if they think she is in any danger." He then bowed slightly, "I shall ensure our best men and ships are sent to Duskendale to assist Lord Clegane."

Tommen watched Harys walk away before turning to return to his chambers. He had not told Margaery of Sansa's kidnapping yet, honestly he did not know how he would.

"Your Grace!"

The words caused Tommen to jump slightly, Margaery had been waiting in his chambers. She was sitting on the floor, playing with his kittens.

"My Queen…" Tommen slowly entered the room. "We need to talk." He then slowly closed the doors behind him.

…

Sansa stood on the deck of the ship, Gregor beside her as they pulled into the port of Dragonstone. She looked up at the large castle, causing her to shiver slightly. Nothing of this place felt welcoming, it looked as terrifying as she imagined it.

"Welcome…" Gregor wrapped his arm around Sansa's as he spoke. "Your King awaits."

She did not say a word, she simply watched as the men worked at a quick pace to dock the ship. Soldiers began to line up as two figures approached. One was wearing a bright red cloak and stood slightly taller than the second figure. The second figure wore a black cloak, neither of their faces could be seen.

"Come girl." Gregor pulled at her arm as he led her to the ramp. Slowly they walked down, each man they passed bowing to her in respect. She looked around in confusion until they stopped before the two cloaked figures.

"Welcome My Lady…" The figure in the red cloak spoke. Slowly she lowered her hood, revealing her red hair. The intensity of her hair was that of burnished copper. Her skin on the other hand was a pale white. Her eyes too seemed to show a red color to them. "I am Melisandre." She then curtsied slightly to Sansa.

Sansa looked at the woman but did not speak, her eyes suddenly moving to the figure in the black cloak. This person did not have the build of Stannis, no, it couldn't be him.

"May I present your King." Melisandre spoke. Slowly she moved behind the cloaked man. She then moved to remove his cloak, revealing his blonde hair and bright green eyes.

Sansa screamed in horror before she lost consciousness. It was Joffrey.

…

(((Anyone guess that?)))

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