"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'

Winterfell.

Catelyn rushed wordlessly alongside Jeyne, the younger girl still hadn't told her what it was that was wrong with Sansa. The redhead loved all her children, but she felt that Bran's injuries were far more grievous than Sansa falling off her seat at the Great Hall.

'What are you saying, Catelyn,' Catelyn mentally admonished herself while keeping pace with Jeyne, the both of them walked through one hallway after another before rushing towards the door that led to Sansa's chambers, 'Sansa just simply fell. There was no reason- which is worrying in itself- for her to fall like that.' As the both of them got closer, the guards on either side of the door gave Catelyn a small bow before opening the door. Catelyn walked in, followed soon by Jeyne.

The redhead walked hurriedly over to the sleeping form of Sana who had her legs hanging off the side of her bed while the rest of her body lay on the furs. It was then, while the door shut and Jeyne hurried next to Catelyn, that the redhead saw the cut on Sansa's lip since that was the most visible. And while the blood seemed to have dried off, there was a tell-take black and blue bruise surrounding the cut.

"She was awake when I left," Jeyne said as she quickly sat next to Sansa while Catelyn's blood seemed to freeze at the sight of her daughter.

"Jeyne," she whispered while pointing at the cut on Sansa's lip, "is that why you called me here?" While Catelyn was already concerned, and mentally questioning who would dare hit her daughter in their own home, she became even more concerned when Jeyne lifted the hem of Sansa's night dress and showed the redhead the bruise on the though. Catelyn gasped, raising her hands to her mouth, as she stared at the broad bruise that ran from Sansa's knee to the top of her thigh. "H.. how?" Catelyn stammered, her eyes shifting towards the confused and frightened Jeyne who was shaking her head.

"I.. I don't know, my Lady," Jeyne said, "all I know is that the bruise on her lip and this bruise on her thigh were here when Sansa woke up, and…" Jeyne noticed that Catelyn's eyes were wider as she stared at Sansa's body. Jeyne turned her head, and then she noticed black and blue edges to the left of the bruises on Sansa's right thigh. The way that Jeyne lifted the hem of Sansa's night dress upwards, they saw the edges of a bruise pattern on Sansa's abdomen. After lifting the dress over the bruise- where Ser Meryn had punched Sansa in her dream - Jeyne gasped in shock and literally jumped off the bed. Her mouth was covered with her hands - but the guards heard the loud gasp from her, and so knocked on the door.

"Lady Stark," one of the guards asked after pounding on the door, "are you alright?"

"Ye… yes," Catelyn said as she tried to regain some composure. Her voice was shaking, but she knew that she needed to be calm… especially with the King and Queen, and the other members of the Royal Family in the castle. She didn't want any type of rumours spreading around the castle about someone having beaten her oldest daughter. And so, she continued, "we're fine. Until further notice, no one is allowed to come in here without my express permission."

"Un.. understood, my Lady," the two guards said. After a few seconds, Catelyn turned towards the terrified Jeyne whose body was trembling while she stared at the bruise on Sansa's abdomen.

"When... when I left, my... my Lady," Jeyne stammered, her head shaking from side to side, "that... that bruise was not…."

"Oooooh," groaned Sansa as she slowly moved her head from one side to another.

"Sansa?" Catelyn asked as she rushed to Sansa's left side, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and placed her hand gently on Sansa's cheek, her eyes glancing once again at the cut on her lip, before she looked up towards her closed eyes, "Sansa? What happened?"

There was no response as Sansa groaned once more, her eyes tightening shut while her lips were pressed together. At this time, Jeyne was at the foot of the bed, standing with her hands clasped together- the bruise on Sansa's abdomen frightened her, it wasn't there when she left and so, its sudden appearance, was something she never expected and couldn't explain.

"Mother?" Jeyne leaned in closer to see Sansa open her eyes ever so slightly, as if the younger redhead was trying to wake up, but exhaustion was trying to force her eyes shut, "mother, is that you?"

"Yes, yes, Sansa," Catelyn said with concern as she felt Sansa lean into the hand placed on her cheek, "Sansa, how did you get these bruises?"

"Jeyne," Sansa whispered when her head was turned and her groggy eyes glanced at Jeyne before they closed once more, "you're alive, I thought he took you… took you…"

"Sansa?" Jeyne gulped as she looked at Sansa breathing in an out before her eyes shifted to a confused Catelyn, and then back to Sansa's face, 'what did Sansa mean by I'm alive?'

"This is heaven," Sansa whispered, her voice sounding exhausted, with a smile on her lips. She opened her eyes enough that Catelyn could see the bright blue iris', "is… is father here?"

"He is on a hunt with…"

"Even in heaven, he hunts," Sansa chuckled before she closed her eyes once again.

"Sansa," Jeyne shook her head while Catelyn called for her daughter after she closed her eyes once more, "Sansa, you're having a nightmare."

"We're in Winterfell, Sansa," Catelyn continued while Jeyne begged for the younger redhead to wake up, "this isn't…"

"Has father spoken to Jon?" Sansa opened her eyes slightly and spoke. Catelyn closed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows.

'Why is she asking about the bastard?' Catelyn thought to herself while Jeyne too narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Sansa had never asked about Jon, but the sound of her voice was sounding more as if it was filled with hope at the mention of Jon's name.

"Before the hunt, has Jon…" Sansa closed her eyes again for a few more seconds before opening them slightly, "I am so tired. Perhaps, even though this is heaven, I still need to sleep."

"Sansa," Catelyn said as she gently shook her daughter, urging her to wake up, "this is no time for any jest. I will not tolerate any…"

"Tell… tell father not to be mad," Sansa whispered, opening her eyes once again, "Jon tried… we tried…" Sansa took in a breath before continuing, "but we failed. We lost the North."

'What?' Catelyn snapped her head towards Jeyne whose eyes were wide open in confusion and, from what Catelyn saw, a look of fear at hearing that the North was lost. The same fear that she felt as a chill went up and down her spine while turning back to look into Sansa's eyes. And then she saw it… Catelyn didn't know how she couldn't have seen it before, 'perhaps because this is my daughter. A daughter born in a time of peace and summer.' Catelyn saw the eyes of someone who had seen war; it was the same eyes she used to see in the mirror after hearing Brandon had died, and after Ned had left after their wedding to fight in Roberts Rebellion.

'My little girl has seen war. She has seen… no… that's not possible,' Catelyn thought as Sansa closed her eyes once again.

"Sansa," a worried Catelyn gently shook Sansa once again, urging her to wake up, "you need to wake up. You're dreaming, and…."

"We cannot be harmed here in heaven, mother," Sansa whispered with her eyes closed, "the Long Night cannot touch us here. We… we are safe. We are safe." And her voice trailed off with a stunned Catelyn staring at Sansa, and then at Jeyne who had an even more fearful look on her face as Sansa mumbled, "Jon will… will explain. So tired." And Sansa slipped into unconsciousness again as Catelyn stared down at her daughter in concern.

While what Sansa had said unnerved her, there was something else that, unknown to Catelyn, she and Jeyne had the same thought going through their minds, 'the Long Night?' Turning to Jeyne, Catelyn then said in a serious tone, "do not mention anything that was said in this room, Jeyne. Is that understood?" Jeyne, still staring at Sansa's breathing form, nodded her head. Catelyn then turned back towards Sansa and said, "when Lord Stark returns, I will speak to him. In the meantime, stay with Sansa."

"Of… of course, my Lady," Jeyne answered.

At that very same time.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"

The last thing Sansa remembered was closing her eyes as the pain from the cut on her lips, to the bruise of her thig and abdomen, faded. The moment her eyes were closed, she found herself looking through her own eyes in a body she wasn't able to control. Sansa knew she was having a dream once again, but this wasn't like the others where she was beaten in front of Joffrey sitting on what looked like the Iron Throne with a crossbow in his hand. No, Sansa found herself staring out at a snow-covered area where there were people crowded in front of her- a path separated the crowd into two groups. Sansa looked up at the snow falling down around her… she put her hand out to catch the flakes in her grey-gloved hand.

And a smile came upon her face; however, she didn't feel happiness – instead, she felt deep anger once again – she felt as if the smile on her face was false. There was something telling her to turn her attention in front of her. And then she saw two people standing some way off. And a voice reached her ears… a male voice. One that she didn't recognize, but at the same time, she did.

"Daenerys, of House Targaryen, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to receive the blessings of the gods. Who claims her?"

'This is a wedding?' Sansa thought to herself as the two figures in the distance walked closer before stopping under the light of the torch lit pathway covered in snow. 'Who's wedding is….' Sansa turned her head and saw Jon standing next to her under the Heart Tree, with next to him a young man who was seated on some kind of a chair with wheels on both sides. Sansa was wondering about the chair, it was very strange to her- but the eyes shifted towards the young man seated in it. Sansa knew that she recognized him, she tried to place his face…. But she simply couldn't put her finger on who he was.

"Bran." Sansa whispered staring at the young man before her eyes shifted to the man next to him.

"Jon," Sansa's eyes shifted towards Jon who offered a small smile as he nodded at Daenerys – Sansa could tell that his smile was as false as Sansa's. She could tell that he was reluctant to marry the silver-haired beauty. While she felt a certain tinge of anger, Sansa still couldn't help but wonder. 'He's father's bastard, only a half-brother. So how is he marrying a Targaryen? How…' Sansa lost her chain of thought when she suddenly couldn't hear Jon as he spoke the required reply. She saw his lips move, but there was no sound- all she heard was the word "Houses" before her surroundings seemed as if they were fading away.

'Houses?' Sansa thought while, at the same time, there was a feeling of worry when Jon looked back at her. All the while, Sansa thought to herself. 'What do you mean Houses? And what kind of a dream is this? Why would I ever dream about Jon? Much less about his getting married to a high-born lady. And why does he look so unhappy? He is getting married to a high-born woman, she was above his station and he is reluctant? Why?'

Sansa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was the strangest of her dreams, full of people she didn't know and had never met; at the same time, there was a part of her that felt as if she knew them. Opening her eyes once again, she was stunned. She was no longer in the godswood, instead she was staring out at a vast army; 'What is this?' she thought to herself as she stood on the Winterfell Battlements, 'what am I seeing? Why am I dreaming about this army? Why?' Her thoughts were broken when she heard a voice call out for her. Sansa turned around to find a fully armoured Jon walking up the stairs towards her with an older Arya and a tall, well-built, and manly woman in armour walking on his left side. And in between Arya and Jon was Daenerys Targaryen wearing a black coat with a silver chain that wrapped around her right shoulder and across her chest.

"Lady Sansa," the woman said while Sansa, despite feeling indifferent towards Daenerys, still plastered a smile on her face as she bowed her head at the Targaryen before turning back towards the armoured woman, "the army is prepared to move. I urge you to reconsider your order, I…"

"You are needed on the field of battle, Brienne," Sansa heard herself say. She felt her lips move, but all she wanted to ask the woman identified as Brienne was who she was, and why she was wearing armour,'and what war are you talking about?'

"Ser Brienne," Sansa heard herself say, "you are a full-fledged knight now. This is your responsibility. I will be safe here with Arya protecting me. And I still have Ser Jamie training the auxiliary forces, and I will be accompanied by Tyrion, Missendei, and Varys as well… so I will not be alone."

'A female knight,' Sansa thought to herself in disbelief. She then went deep into thought as Jon stepped forward and hugged her tight, 'I know this is a dream. It has to be. This is just my imagination. But how are these dreams so real? I never saw that Knight before in my life, so how is her face so detailed? Even the faces in the wedding, all of them were so detailed.' Sansa stared at Brienne while surprise shot through her body as she hugged Jon, something she hadn't done in a very long time, but at that moment felt as if she was hugging a brother - a full true-borne brother, 'what is this I'm feeling? A fear of loss? Sadness?'

"You come back to me, Jon," Sansa heard herself whisper in his left ear before feeling Jon tighten his hold around her, "you come back to us. Do you hear me, Jon? Promise me that you would return."

"Aye," Jon whispered before kissing her cheek and then pulling away from her.

"Be safe, your Grace," Sansa heard herself say towards Daenerys before she bowed her head once again at the Dragon Queen. However, Sansa knew in her heart she didn't mean it – she felt a part of her didn't want Daenerys to return. And Sansa still had no idea why.

"Thank you, Lady Stark," was the reply from the Dragon Queen.

Sansa nodded her head before Jon turned and hugged Arya. He then pulled away and rushed down the stairs with Daenerys and Brienne by his side while Sansa shifted her gaze to Arya.

"I should be going with him," Arya said turning towards Sansa, "I should be…"

Before Arya finished speaking, the two of them looked up upon hearing the distant sounds of something flapping in the sky. They looked out into the distance as two dragons, real life dragons, broke through the clouds and swooped towards the gates closest to the battlements.

'Dragons?' Sansa thought, 'how am I dreaming about dragons? How am I… why would I dream about dragons?' She heard the two majestic creatures roar before they landed on the snow-covered ground. Snow that literally melted away once they landed thanks to the heat radiating off their bodies, 'how can I feel this heat? How can I feel all this in a dream? How?'

Sansa snapped her eyes open before finding herself lying sideways on her bed. She was staring out the window in her chambers before she turned onto her back and sat up, the pain in her abdomen now throbbing. It was daylight outside her window as she rubbed her temples while shaking her head.

'Those were strange dreams,' Sansa thought to herself while she panted, 'dragons, Jon and two Houses, and a war? What kind of dreams are these? Why am I dreaming these dreams? What's happening to me?'

TBC