"Spoken memories of the future Sansa/ any other character in the future timeline"

'Thoughts of the future Sansa/any other character in the future timeline'

"Current timeline speech"

'Current timeline thoughts'

Sansa's chambers.

It stung so much. That was what Sansa was thinking to herself after Jeyne had closed the doors to the former's chambers. Sansa lay on her side as tears welled up in her eyes, every blink now forcing the tears to run down her cheeks. She lay her head on the feather bed and placed her hand gingerly on the location of the stinging sensation on her thigh- the very same place where the Knight that smacked the side of his sword. She then yelped upon her fingers brushed the tender area- her hand pulling back sharply.

Sansa hissed in pain while she closed her eyes- and she was brought back to what she believed was the throne room in the red keep. She had never been there in her young life, and now there she was sobbing and looking anywhere but at the boy sitting on he throne. Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she lay on the bed while, back in what she thought was a dream about being in the throne room.

"My mother taught me never to hit a lady," Joffrey sneering as he sat on the throne. Sansa saw his eyes looked over her while biting his lower lip. Sansa was scared and nervous as she looked around the throne room and saw several Lords and Ladies standing by to the side. She wanted someone to say something, she wanted someone to help her. Instead, she looked back at the boy king and trembled when he said, "Ser Meryn." Sansa watched as the knight, the unknown knight who she previously dreamt had slammed his sword into her thigh, nodded his head and then slowly made his way to her with a smirk on his face.

Sansa looked back at Joffrey who added, "don't hit her face. I like her pretty." Stunned, Sansa then turned to the lumbering Ser Meryn and, before she knew what happened, the knight slammed a fist into her abdomen.

The redhead felt herself double over while yelling in pain as she thought to herself, 'No… my prince, I…' She stared with eyes wide opened in pain at the Knight who just hit her- the very knight whose title conveyed a sense of protection to others, had slammed his armoured fist into her abdomen.

She then stumbled forward as Meryn stepped back while hearing the gasps from the Ladies and Lords before Ser Meryn slammed the side of his sword into her thigh- to Sansa, it felt as if if she was looking out through her own two eyes. She felt the pain travel through her body from the punch and the strike before she was pushed down to her knees when Joffrey said, "avail her of her dress."

"My Prince, please!"Sansa yelled, however her lips weren't moving… she heard herself scream those words, but her lips weren't moving. Joffrey didn't hear her. Sansa felt herself crying just as the back of her dress was torn open by the Knight, Ser Meryn. She started to sob while she placed an arm across her chest so that the torn dress didn't expose her breasts to the others in the Throne Room. She was silently begging the other three Knights in the room to come to her aid, instead they stood where they were… just watching. Sansa cried out for help,"please help me! You are Knights…. Please... Help me!" but once again, her lips weren't moving; she didn't cry out.

'No….' Sansa thought while her body, the one lying on the bed, moved to lie down on her bed. Her arms lay on the bed as she dreamt about looking over her shoulder while holding the front of her dress in place. She saw Ser Meryn, lift up his sword.

"What is the meaning of this!" yelled another voice. Sansa sobbed in relief upon seeing Ser Meryn lower his weapon and step aside. She looked away with teats in her eyes as an angry Tyrion Lannister walked into the Throne room. But before she could hear anything else, Sansa snapped her eyes open and screamed in pain from a stinging sensation emanating from her abdomen.

The very same place where she was hit in her dream by Ser Meryn.

'Why is this happening to me,' Sansa sobbed while placing her left hand gingerly on her abdomen where, under her night clothes, a black and blue bruise… the same colour as the bruise on her thigh, was forming. Her right arm covering her eyes which closed shut from the pain spreading out from where the Knight hit her in the dream. Once she closed her eyes, the dreams came again.

"We never should have left Winterfell," Sansa heard a familiar voice while her arms were extended towards a roaring hearth. She turned her head to her left and gasped, 'Jon?' She hoped she was right, that the man seated next to her staring at the fire was Jon… however, this Jon was different. Whereas the one she had known all these years was a scrawny dark haired boy, the one sitting next to her had grown more muscular and slightly taller, there was a scar running down his left cheek under the eye, and there was a look of sorrow she couldn't understand. Sansa felt that she should know why he looked so sad, but she could not. She then saw the sorrow melt away like ice when he turned his head and gave a small smile towards her, and for some reason she felt relieved.

"Where am I, Jon?" Sansa asked, but her lips didn't move. Instead, she heard Jon say, "Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left?"

"So we did leave for Kings Landing?" Sansa asked Jon, but as usual she didn't feel her lips moving. Sighing, she looked around at the dimly lit room and wondered where she was situated while hearing herself say, "I want to scream at myself, 'Don't go you idiot!'"

"This is just a dream?" Sansa whispered while realizing that she didn't recognize her surroundings. She then stood up gasping as everything started to melt away and she found herself standing on the Winterfell ramparts under heavy snow, "this is just a dream. Just a dream… just as dream." Sansa opened her eyes slowly while her fingers where brushing the cloth covering the bruise on her abdomen. "Just a dream…"

And her eyes snapped open.

Taking a deep breath, Sansa reached down and lifted the lower hem of her night dress to just below her breasts and then, groaning slightly from the pain, lifted her head and the top of her body to look down her chest. And what she saw terrified her, 'no, it was just a dream… just a dream…' she thought while staring at the spreading black and blue bruise on her abdomen followed by the bruise on her thigh. She shook her head while thinking, 'just a dream.. just a dream… just a…'.

Sansa then released a sob and pushed her dress back down before laying down, "I am to be betrothed to one of the most handsome men in Westeros- my golden prince. What's happening to me?"

Bran's Chambers, Now.

Jeyne slightly pulled up her skirts as she rushed through the hallway after closing the door to Sansa's chambers. The sight of the bruise on Sansa's thigh worried her, she remembered seeing similar bruises on her father and the other sentries following their training periods, 'and I have never seen Sansa wield a sword'. She felt the warmth emanating from the walls of the hallways- but there was a sense of coldness that permeated the castle following Bran's fall. What happened to the latter still stunned everyone- the main reason why many expressions on the face that Jeyne rushed past were so solemn.

'Everyone is questioning how Lord Bran fell,' Jeyne thought to herself upon entering another hallway followed by climbing up a flight of stairs towards Bran's chamber on the floor above, 'I have seen his scale walls that should be impossible.' Jeyne continued thinking that even when it was snowing and the walls were frozen, Bran was still ale to climb without danger to himself, 'although he did give Lord and Lady Stark heart pains.' Jeyne frowned as she dashed towards a door with two Stark sentry's standing guard, 'but he never fell. Until now.'

"I need to see Lady Stark," Jeyne panted after stopping in front of the guards. With the Kingsguard, the Lannister guards, and the Baratheon guards protecting the Royal Family, the Stark guards were the only ones available to see to the protection of Winterfell itself. She noticed the look shared between the two guards, one asking the other silently if they should bother the grieving Lady Stark who was watching over Bran, "please, at least tell her this is very important."

"What is it?" one of the guards said. And it was then that Jeyne realized she didn't know who the guards were standing in front of her, 'they weren't unsure if they should bother Lady Stark, they were unsure if they should allow me to talk to her.' Jeyne thought that it wasn't unsurprising, that with the Royal Family in Winterfell, there had to be more guards taken in from the surrounding villages.. and they did not know who was who in the castle, especially when it came down to the daughter of the chief steward.

"Please tell her it's Jeyne Poole, and that Sansa has awoken. Tell her that… tell her that Sansa needs to see her immediately."

One of the guards frowned before turning his head towards the other who huffed. The latter reached towards he door and knocked.

"I asked not to be disturbed," a voice quietly called out. And Jeyne grimaced at the sorrow in Catelyn's voice, especially she was about to pile on even more sorrow.

"Yes, my Lady," Jeyne said before the guards could answer, "but there is something urgent about Sansa… something that you need to see, my Lady."

The guards glared at Jeyne while hearing the sound of a chair being pushed back against the floor, followed by footsteps towards the door. The guards, at least one of them, was about to grab Jeyne's arm and pull her away while the other guard apologized profusely to Catelyn. At least that was the plan as the guard's fingers tightened around Jeyne's arm just as the door opened inwards.

"Lady Stark," Jeyne said pulling her arms away from the guard and took a step towards the redhaired woman. Jeyne took in the worry in the older woman's eyes, but went on to speak before the guards could say anything else, "Sansa is awake, my Lady. But there's something that you need to see." She saw that Catelyn was about to say something, but Jeyne powered through, "I realize you have a lot on your mind with what happened to Lord Bran and Sansa, and I am sorry to pull you away from your son. But…"

"Tell me what is happening to Sansa," Catelyn said with a frown on her face and, Jeyne recognized, the beginnings of a healing wheel, based in the teachings of the Seven, in her left hand.

Jeyne glanced at the guards before focusing her sights on the redhead, "my Lady, this is something that should be seen. You will not believe me if I speak of it." The truth was that Jeyne didn't know if she should go into detail about what was happening to Sansa in front of these guards she hadn't seen before. Instead, she repeated herself, "my Lady, it's better if you see with your own eyes."

Once Catelyn sighed and nodded her head, she stepped back into the room. Jeyne waited with her hands behind her back, shifting her weight from one leg to another nervously under the gaze of the two guards. Breathing a sigh of relief once again when the door reopened and Catelyn appeared, Jeyne caught a brief glimpse of Maester Luwin attending to a pale figure lying on the bed under heavy furs. Her sights focused back on Catelyn as the latter shut the door, Jeyne apologized once again.

Catelyn turned to the guards after nodding her head at Jeyne, "no one but myself, Maester Luwin, and Lord Stark is allowed into that room."

"Yes, my Lady," one of the guards stated.

"Now, Jeyne," Catelyn turned back towards the young girl before gently grabbing her arm. The both of them then started onwards towards the direction of Sansa's chambers, "what is it that you wish to tell me?"

TBC.