Sansa.

From the stunned look on Ned's face, Sansa didn't know whether to feel relieved or horrified at the prospect that she wasn't going mad. It would have been easier if she was indeed going mad. But now everything seemed so complicated after her father's explanation of a myth… a legend… that the Old Gods would grant a boon to those who needed it; resulting in a type of second life. Her dream, or rather her vision of what she now discovered to be of the future, revealed that her older-self had been in a chamber where Bran really did announce Jon Snow as the true-born son of the Targaryen Prince, Rhaegar, and her aunt, Lyanna Stark.

'Jon is a Prince,' Sansa thought as she looked away from the shocked expression on Ned's face, as well as the looks of confusion on the faces of both Catelyn and Luwin. Her eyes were on the fur-lined blanket that covering her body as more future memories formed in her mind. Memories where she was listening to the older Bran in utter shock, 'father took Jon as his bastard to protect him from King Robert's rage.'

Sansa looked up at Ned, and then at Catelyn… Catelyn who absolutely hated Jon for being the reminder of his husband's infidelity. Sansa looked back down at her own hands, she suddenly felt shame at her need for Catelyn to shower her with praise; praise gained from treating Jon just as her mother had treated him. 'After all,' Sansa thought to herself while shaking her head, 'mother was angry with Arya whenever she interacted with Jon, and I didn't want her to be angry with me.'

"Father," Sansa whispered as she slowly lifted her head, "it is true, is it not?"

"What is true?" Catelyn asked as she turned her head from Sansa to Ned, and then back to Sansa, and then back to Ned.

Sansa glanced at her mother, the confused expression causing a pain in her chest as she wondered what Catelyn would say or do upon learning that Jon was really her nephew and not some bastard. Sansa's eyes then shifted towards Ned, her eyes locking with the steely gaze of her father.

"Robert Baratheon would have killed you if he had known the truth," Sansa heard the older Bran, sitting in front of the roaring hearth, speak, "he saw the look on Roberts face when Tywin Lannister brought the bodies of your half-brother and sister. He saw the look of madness at the death of the Royal Children and the Princess Elia. So, he took you as his bastard to protect you from him, and to fulfil his promise to your mother."

Sansa closed her eyes and looked away from Ned, before saying, "if what I am seeing and hearing is true and I…. and if I am not going mad, then…"

"Did you…" upon hearing the pain in Ned's voice, Sansa looked back towards him. His facial features turned to sorrow as he continued to whisper in a very low voice, "did you see her when she said those words? Where you…"

"It was Bran," Sansa whispered as Luwin, Catelyn, and Ned looked on in confusion upon hearing that it was Bran who told her future-self the truth about Jon, "in my memories, it is Bran telling me this." She met their eyes and continued, "the Bran I saw was… is… or rather will be…" Sansa shook her head, "this is so confusing."

"Bran will be alive… he will survive, and…" Sansa looked up at the hope of her mother's face, and it pained her to dash it.

Sansa gulped before saying, "Bran is crippled… or will be crippled…" Sansa stopped as Catelyn gasped as she placed her hands over her mouth, a horrified expression on her face, while Ned wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close. Sansa then glanced at Luwin who was listening intently.

"That is what I suspect as well," Luwin said as Catelyn and Ned looked towards him, "as I have said, my Lord and Lady, Bran has survived the night. He will survive, but the injuries to his spine cannot be healed by any medicine."

Sansa nodded her head, "in my vision, he was seated on a chair with wheels on either side."

"Ummm," Luwin rubbed his chin, "that sounds like a way for the young Lord to travel around Winterfell. I will have to look into it and perhaps the Citadel would have some references to this wheeled chair."

"But Bran is alive?" Ned asked as he turned towards Sansa.

Sansa replied by nodding her head. She saw Ned take a deep breath before frowning. He then, after a few seconds, looked back towards Luwin and told him to call for Robb and Benjen, "tell them to meet in the crypts. Then find Jon, have him take Arya to the Great Hall to break her fast. Tell him to stay with her, and that they do not stray from the dining hall."

Sansa could see that Catelyn was about to say something. Sansa's lips were already parted, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Sansa wanted to tell Catelyn that Jon was a Prince… a secret Targaryen Prince. Instead, there was a part of her that felt a sudden sadness… a sadness she couldn't explain when she thought about Jon.

'And the secret needs to be maintained… King Robert is still here,' Sansa thought to herself.

"My Lord," Luwin bowed slightly, breaking Sansa's thoughts as she and the others looked up towards the old Maester, "I swear to you, Lady Stark, and Lady Sansa, my discretion in this matter." After Ned nodded his head, Luwin then walked out of Sansa's chambers. Once the wooden door was closed, Ned turned back towards Sansa and reached out with his left hand.

Sansa felt the brush of his fingers on the cut on her lip. She slightly flinched since the wound still stung. He quickly pulled his hand back as Sansa said, "sorry, father, I still feel the sting from the cut."

Ned pressed his lips together; Sansa could sense he was worried about her. He was worried about everything and it looked as if the weight of the world just crashed down on his shoulders. She glanced at Catelyn who also sensed Ned's inner turmoil and placed her hand on top of his.

'Mother is probably wondering why Father did not want me to mention anything of Jon,' Sansa thought to herself as Ned turned towards Catelyn, and with a gentle voice told her to be patient. In the meantime, he then told Catelyn that she should help Sansa get ready to break the fast.

"But before that," he whispered low at Catelyn, "what you hear today, no one must know." With surprise etched on her face, Catelyn nodded at Ned who then stared at Sansa when he spoke the final part of his sentence, "no one, Sansa, do you understand."

Sansa nodded her head. She could only guess what the King would do if he ever found out the truth.

Ned then continued, "What you have seen of the future, or rather what you will see… share it with only I and your mother."

'Jon is a Prince and we betrayed him…' Sansa thought with a sudden sadness once again as she mentally recounted everything, she would call him to his face – half brother, bastard, and many other words - and even more unsettling words behind his back. She recounted the looks of hurt on his face just before she would turn around and walk away upon seeing him. A part of her felt a sickening pull in the pit of her stomach at the thought that the words of House Tully were never applied to Jon.

'He is a Prince… a forgotten Prince like the old songs and stories.'

And another part of her - the part that believed in Songs, Knights, and Princes - was ecstatic at the whole sense of forbidden romance that came with the knowledge of a hidden Targaryen Prince. This part of Sansa couldn't help but wonder what Jon would look like as a Targaryen Prince and how he and Joffrey would fight for her hand. It was a childish thought, and it was something that Sansa could not help but think about.

'I am still a child after all,' Sansa thought as she imagined Jon and Joffrey sparring for her hand.

Sansa shook her head before looking down at the linen on her bed. She could feel her ears warming up at the thought of two Princes fighting over her. And then she found herself in a memory where a laughing Joffrey yelled out, "off with his head!" Sansa flinched slightly at the memory of being under a bright and sunny day, the crowds in front of her yelling out "Traitor!" while she was screaming out loud. She felt arms holding her back as she tried to rush to her father who was on his knees. Sansa felt her body… her lips moving… as she yelled for Ned to get up and run. But the words that came out of her lips were not the ones she was screaming.

"Father! No! Please no!" She turned her head towards Joffrey, "You swore!"

"Sansa!"

The memory faded just as it appeared and Sansa blinked before looking up towards Ned and Catelyn.

"Father?" She was certain it was Ned's voice she heard in her memory, or rather the real Ned calling out for her.

Sansa saw the confused look on Ned and Catelyn's faces staring back at her. Ned then said, "I have been calling for you, but you had this far-off look. Did you have another vision?"

And Sansa looked away once again as the memory of Ned's head rolling down the steps of the Great Sept formed in her mind before she forced it away once again. Sansa wanted to tell Ned and Catelyn what she had seen… or rather, what she remembered from the future. However, she understood Ned's need for secrecy… Sansa knew that there was the possibility that they could be heard; it was one thing talking about the future, 'some would think I am mad. But speaking bad about the Prince… that he would kill father in the future… no, I must speak of this away from any ears.'

"I was just thinking of the dreams… or rather visions I have seen," Sansa answered, 'if there are any ears, they would think me mad. My future with Joffrey would be at an end and… and perhaps that is a good thing? He gave the order for Father's death, he watched gleefully while I was beaten in the Throne Room…' Sansa didn't want to speak out loud… at least not yet.

"There are a few things we should talk about as well," Catelyn added before she looked over at Ned and whispered low, "such as your head rolling down…"

"We will," Ned nodded his head before looking away from his wife. Sansa saw the momentary foreboding look on his face before she looked back down at the linen, "but for now, we have something urgent to discuss in the crypts." With that, Ned concluded by saying that he would be waiting out in the hallway outside Sansa's chambers.

It wasn't too long before Sansa stepped out into the hallway with a light blue dress, her hair done in the Southern way by her mother, and then began their long walk to the crypts. The three of them walked on in silence as they passed men from both the Royal Guards and the Stark family.

With the Royal family in the Great Hall for their fast, Ned knew there wasn't much time before their absence was seen as an insult. So, he asked Catelyn and Sansa to go on ahead to the crypts, "just wait for me at Lyanna's tomb." At this, Catelyn narrowed her eyes in confusion at Ned while Sansa took a deep breath as another memory formed in the forefront of her mind. She felt herself tilt forward as her eyes rolled up into her skull. The last thing she heard was Ned and Catelyn calling out, "Sansa!" before darkness took her over.

This time Sansa found herself alone in the godswood standing in front of the heart-tree. The branches were swaying in concert with the cold breeze while the blood red leaves rustled in place on the branches. Sansa felt a feeling of great sadness as she closed her eyes and felt the tears that were already welled up in her eyes crawling down her cheeks.

A sniffle, and then Sansa opened her eyes to find the face on the trunk of the tree staring back at her. Once again, Sansa was just a passenger in what she assumed was her older body and, before long, she discovered the sources of her great sadness.

'Bran died,' Sansa thought to herself as memories flooded her mind of the older Bran slumped forward in his wheelchair with blood dripping out of his nose. She remembered Arya, in her leather armour, hugging the dead boy as she cried; she remembered rushing forward and hugging them both while reminding herself that only she and Arya remained, 'and now Jon has died.'

From the memories coming to the forefront of her mind, Sansa knew this was a point in time after she spoke with Tyrion. Sansa felt herself close her eyes as more tears fell down her cheeks, a pain in her heart from the thought of losing Jon and the realization that there were two Starks left in the world.

"I am not a Stark."

"You are a Stark to me."

Opening her eyes after hearing herself speak to Jon, Sansa felt something brushing her left arm. Sansa turned her head to find herself staring into the red-eyes of Jon's direworlf.

"Ghost," Sansa heard herself say as she thought in amazement how big Ghost had gotten, slight bigger than a pony, and immediately wondered if Lady would be the same as well. It was then that Sansa, the younger one, thought to herself, as a vision of Ned – a blurred vision since it seemed as if she was staring at him through tear filled eyes – rubbed her back while saying that Lady would be brought back to the North where she would be buried. The younger Sansa felt a pain in her chest as she realized that Lady was dead, 'she's dead. She's gone.'

Finding herself back in the vision at the Godswood, Ghost whined as Sansa got down on both knees and hugged the white furred animal. His head rested on her shoulder while she whispered, "you feel it too, don't you? He's gone." And Ghost whined again as Sansa let go of him. He took several steps back, but not before licking her cheek with his rough tongue. She stared into his eyes for a moment before it seemed as if Ghost bowed his head slightly and then made off towards the castle, "I will not ask you to stay, Ghost."

Looking back over her shoulder, Sansa was surprised at the fact that Ghost stopped at her whisper. But she somehow felt as if she was attuned to the direwolf despite him belonging to Jon. She smiled at the direwolf who gave off a loud bark as if to say that he was not leaving her, before he rushed off through the godswood in the direction of the Keep.

Sansa felt herself smile before turning around to once again stare at the red sap weeping out of the eyes of the face etched into the trunk of the heart-tree. She was still on her knees as she took a deep breath.

"I know I have not been raised in the religion of the Old Gods," Sansa whispered as she closed her eyes, "but I beg a boon. The army of the dead will arrive here and wipe out all before going on to end all humanity. Everything we have tried has failed. Now only a small force of women, old men, and children remain to defend this castle. Winter will fall hard here… this is the end of Winterfell, the end of the Starks. This is the fall of the North."

Sansa felt a chill as she heard the whispered voice of her future self. There was no confidence there, just sorrow. Alone now in the Winterfell godswood, she could reveal her great sorrow to the world, "I beg a boon from the Old Gods; that they embrace the people of the North into their arms. I beg the Old Gods to protect their souls while their bodies rain havoc. I can only hope that when our time comes, that Arya and I will meet our aunts and uncles, our brothers, our mother, and our father in the afterlife."

Sansa's head was bowed as opened her eyes and then lifted her head towards the face on the trunk, she whispered one more time, "Knowing this is the end, my heart is filled with regret at the lost opportunities that could have been. It is too late now but I wish… I wish I could tell my younger self that things never turned out the way she wanted it to be... I wish I could tell her that the stories of brave knights, handsome princes, and songs of love were all just stories for little girls with very little truth in reality. I wish I could tell her that the North is where she belongs, that it is the North where I belong. I wish we could take action against the enemies who made us suffer…. Against the ones who broke me and tore my family apart. I wish I could take action against the ones who broke the North apart, the ones who broke the kingdom apart."

Sansa listened in abject surprise as her older self then denounced Joffrey and Cersei for their cruelty, Robert for his foolishness, Robb for his stupidity in not keeping to his word, her Mother for encouraging her attitude towards Jon. The surprises kept on coming as the older Sansa's voice got louder and louder in the empty godswood as she denounced people such as Lysa Arryn, Daenerys Targaryen, and Paetyr Baelish.

Sansa couldn't believe the venom as her older self-spit out Baelish's name, "I wish I had the strength to see him as he really was… the one who was indirectly responsible for betraying father," Sansa's eyes widened at that revelation as she shook her head, "for pitting the Starks against the Lannisters by sending that gods-damned letter, for selling me to the Boltons, for driving a wedge between me and Arya, for his part in instigating the fucking War of the Five Kings, and for giving the seed in the bastard Joffrey to murder Father. I wish I had the strength that Arya had to kill that snake… to… to…"

In the empty godswood, Sansa of House Stark, the current Lady of Winterfell, screamed out in rage at the turn the entire world seemed to have taken. And the younger Sansa, a passenger in her own body, could only listen with an aching heart as memories formed in her mind of the happier times with her family.

Suddenly, everything seemed to spin around for Sansa. The world in front of her eyes started to quickly melt away. A voice in her mind, a voice that spoke without her moving her own lips sounded in her ears – it was her own voice between sobs of anguish.

"Keep us in your arms… keep us in your light," Sansa heard herself between sobs as her surroundings started dimming away before she found herself covered in darkness. Soon after, she felt a gentle cool breeze against her cheeks whilst a sensation that she was walking forward.

Upon hearing the crunch of snow when her feet hit the ground, Sansa opened her eyes to find herself in a cream white gown, walking along a pathway which was lit by torches on either side. She shifted her eyes to the man next to her, a man who looked like an older Theon Greyjoy.

"Theon!" Sansa yelled, but her lips were not moving, 'a vision, this is another vision.' She shifted her eyes forward as they walked around a bend. Gasping slightly, she stared at the great Heart Tree in where there were already a group of people standing there. She didn't know any of them, at least not before their names suddenly came to her as soon as her older self-thought about the people standing there; Roose Bolton, his fat Frey wife, his bastard son who was legalized – Ramsey Bolton, and three other nobles of the North. Sansa felt her heart racing as she glanced at the banner of the Flayed Man while the sigil of her House was nowhere to be found.

It was then that a bevy of memories came to the forefront of her mind; the head of Ned Stark rolling down the stairs to the Sept of Baelor, the news from Tyrion that Catelyn and Robb were killed at what became known as the Red Wedding, the rumours of the death of Rickon and Bran, followed by the disappearance of Arya. She was distraught as her physical body stopped moving while a ghostly whisper of Baelish whispered in her ear that she was the Key to the North, the last daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark, and that the Boltons would be good to her.

"No!" Sansa yelled out as she repeated the memories in her head in regard to the loss of her family, "No!" While she was screaming "no!", her physical body – her expression emotionless – stepped forward when Roose Bolton asked who it was that came to be wed before the old gods.

The younger Sansa was crying as she heard herself say the vows – very reluctantly - that would have her married to Ramsey. The younger Sansa felt her older self's helplessness and sorrow as the wedding ritual went on and she was made Sansa Bolton. It would be minutes later, with Theon shuffling behind them, that Ramsey led her to their marriage bed.

Sansa approached the bed – her younger self in fear of what was about to happen. It was a feeling she could not shake away as she turned to a grinning Ramsey. There was something about him that unsettled her, something evil.

"Are you pleased, my lady?" Ramsey asked.

Sansa glanced at Theon, wondering why he was there and why he was so nervous. She was hoping that more memories would form in her mind to give her some context, but there was nothing. All she could do, involuntarily at least, was nod her head at Ramsey.

"Good," he replied with what looked like a warm smile, but it made Sansa's skin crawl, "I want you to be happy." He walked past her towards the bed before turning around with his hands behind his back, "my father said you are still a virgin."

Sansa felt warmth on her cheeks as her older-self looked away and towards a nervous Theon. She then looked back towards Ramsey as he walked towards her when she said "yes." He asked her why that was the case, and if she was afraid of dwarves. Sansa, the younger one, listened as she spoke without moving her lips. She listened her older self saying that Tyrion hadn't done anything since she didn't want him touching her. Sansa, both young and old, shivered as Ramsey placed his hand on her left cheek.

He then said that they were husband and wife, and that they would be honest with each other. After acknowledging that, Sansa felt his cold lips on hers own as he rested his hands on her hips.

"Turn around," he said after pulling away. A grin formed on his lips before saying gleefully, "take off your clothes." Sansa felt herself gulp before, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Theon begin to walk out the door.

"No," Ramsey pointed at Theon. Sansa had her eyes wide open in shock as he said, while looking at Theon, "you stay here, Reek."

"No!" Sansa yelled out, but no one could hear her voice. No one could do anything as she turned around and began untying her dress with trembling hands as Theon closed the door shut. She couldn't do anything as she heard Ramsey tell Reek to look at her, that she was a girl and this was what boys and girls did to each other – Ramsey spoke to Theon as a father would to a child.

Sansa was struggling. She did not want to do what she knew was coming next. She didn't want to have Ramsey enter her while Theon watched. Younger Sansa could feel her older self wish that she was back with her family, she wanted to go back in time and let her younger self that she was stupid for wanting to leave the North. She wished to be back with her family. In the here and now, she knew that no one was coming for her – no princes, no knights, and no heroes. She had no one coming to her rescue.

All she could do was remember the woman knight, Brienne of Tarth, who offered to take her away to safety when she was travelling with Littlefinger. Sansa thought herself stupid for not leaving with Brienne; if she had, then she would be with Jon Snow before they left for safety in the Free Cities.

'Brianne,' Sansa thought as that name formed in her mind, along with the imagery of a tall woman in armour, 'the woman on the battlements next to Jon before he left for that war. The woman who…' she then remembered sitting across from Littlefinger in the Crossroads Inn when Brianne approached her and saying that she made a promise to Catelyn to find and protect her daughters. Sansa refused after hearing Littlefinger say that Brianne could be lying and that she would return her to the Lannisters. He even pointed to the lion shaped pommel of her sword 'Oathkeeer'; and Sansa didn't want to be trapped in Kings Landing again.

She said "no" to Brianne.

However, instead of being trapped in Kings Landing, she was trapped in Winterfell. Her own home was going to be her prison. And she felt so much sorrow.

As Ramsey tore her dress open, lay her down on the bed, and then forcefully entered her, Sansa could only scream in pain. She yelled at Theon to help her as Ramsey grunted while he pulled out and then slammed into her. At the same time, what felt like claws – really Ramsey's finger nails – dug into the skin of her bare shoulders as he scratched down towards the small of her back while grunting and laughing. Sansa felt blood being drawn, the warm liquid flowing down her back while she continued to scream in pain.

Ned.

He was the first to see Sansa become unsteady. He was about to turn and tell Catelyn and Sansa that he would see the King and give his apologies for not joining them in breaking the fast. He saw Sansa stumble, and then her eyes rolling back as she closed her eyes.

Everything was in slow motion as Sansa gasped before falling forward.

"Sansa!" Ned yelled. And then Catelyn followed. He caught his daughter in his arms, her head hanging limply towards the ground and her left arm resting on his arm while her right arm dangled limply towards the ground.

Ned was trying to be calm about this, but he was finding it harder and harder given that he had his unconscious daughter in his arms. And Catelyn wasn't helping, he glanced at his worried wife who was calling out for Sansa and Maester Luwin while her hands were shaking their oldest daughter. In the meantime, several Stark guards rushed towards the three of them after hearing Catelyn's yells calling out for Maester Luwin.

Ned looked up and saw Ser Rodrik hurry past some of the other guards. Ned ordered for someone to find the Maester as he and a teary Catelyn shifted Sansa's body so that the younger redhead was laying on her back in his arms. Ned then lifted her while Rodrik yelled out at his men to stop gawking and find the Maester.

"He should be at the training ground searching for Benjen and Robb… if they are not there, search for him in the crypts or the Great Hall."

Any response from Rodrik was silenced when Sansa, her face twisted in pain, groaned, "No… no… please…. No…," while moving her head from side to side. The other Stark guards had already rushed off to follow the orders of their Lord and Master-at-Arms when Sansa continued moving her head from one side to the other, "stop..."

"Sansa," Catelyn whispered as she placed her hand on Sansa's cheek while Ned placed her on a nearby step. They watched as Sansa pressed her eyes together while wincing in pain. Catelyn looked up at Ned whose left arm was supporting her back when she was seated on a stair; he narrowed his eyebrows in concern at the feeling of something warm and wet before taking his hand off Sansa's back.

What Ned saw stunned him as he opened his eyes wide and his mouth agape– streaks of blood stained the back of Sansa's dress. Some of the blood was also on his palm.

"Stop… please… stop!" Sansa suddenly screamed as she leaned forward. Ned's blood-stained hand hung in the air as Catelyn reached for, and then took Sansa in her arms. As Catelyn hugged her oldest daughter, she eyed the blood on Ned's hand. The two of them then locked eyes, both in shock… this was the first time the two of them encountered this situation. Even Ser Rodrick was surprised upon seeing the blood on Ned's hand.

"My Lord?" he asked, "what is…?"

"I do not know," Ned whispered as he stared at the red on the back of Sansa's blue dress. Sansa was sobbing in Catelyn's arms while whispering she had another vision. Ned and Ser Rodrik looked at each other for a few seconds before Ned stood up and reached for Sansa's shoulder. Placing his hand gently on the blue of her dress covering her shoulder, Ned whispered, "Sansa."

"I.. I would…" she whispered between sobs, "like to return to… to my chambers."

"Of course," Catelyn whispered. Ned nodded his head in agreement before taking off his fur cloak and then placing it around Sansa's back. Ned then helped Sansa to her feet while telling Ser Rodrik to inform the King that he would be delayed.

"Inform his Grace that Sansa has taken ill, and that I would…"

"Ned," Catelyn said, interrupting her husband, "you must go. Despite what is happening to our daughter, you are the Lord of Winterfell… you must make some peace with the King. You must inform him that Sansa is gravely ill and… and that you cannot make for Kings Landing with him. You cannot be his hand, not now."

Ned knew that Catelyn was right, that what was happening to Sansa was more concerning than being the Hand to the King. However, he was also concerned about the manner of Jon Arynn's death outlined in the message from the Eerie and Lysa's accusations against the Lannisters. It was the night before Sansa collapsed in the Great Hall, a night after the King and his retinue arrived to Winterfell, that Catelyn agreed that Ned needed to leave for the Capital – that the King himself could very well be in danger.

"Perhaps I could leave for King's Landing once Sansa is well," Ned whispered as he looked at Catelyn and then at Ser Rodrik, and back to Catelyn again, "Jon Arynn was like a father to me. I must find out what happened, and then…"

"Stop…."

Ned stopped talking before turning his focus to Sansa. The girl froze while hugging Catelyn before the former began to tremble. Rodrik and Ned looked on in worry as Sansa struggled in Catelyn's arms while yelling out in a voice tinged with fear, "no, please, Aunt Lysa! Stop! Help! Stop! please! No, Aunt Lysa, it was an accident! He kissed me…. I swear!" Before anyone could say or do anything, Sansa shoved Catelyn roughly aside – it was thankful that Ser Rodrik was able to catch the surprised Catelyn before she fell hard onto the ground while Sansa stumbled backwards into Ned.

"Sansa!" he barked while his daughter shook her head as he held her, her eyes wide in fear. He glanced at the wide-eyed Catelyn and Rodrik before his eyes went to the back of Sansa's head. Ned turned her around and looked into wet, red eyes, and asked, "what did you see?"

Sansa sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she whispered that she was violated. It didn't take much more for Ned, Rodrik, and Catelyn to understand what that meant. They were looking at each other in concern as Sansa whispered that she didn't want to speak of it.

"Sansa." Catelyn whispered as she rushed forward next to Ned and then placed her hands on Sansa's cheeks, "I… I understand…" Ned could feel his blood boiling – the quiet wolf started to anger at the thought that someone had done something heinous to his daughter in her future.

'She is able to see into her future, and she saw something terrible.' He then looked down at the area on her back where the back of her dress was stained with blood; now covered with his fur cloak, 'what does these have to do with her visions? What do any of her other injuries have to do with her visions?'

"I… I… was in the Erie," Sansa said with a trembling voice as she looked into Ned's eyes, "Aunt Lysa was… was going… she was trying to push me through a door in the floor…" Ned's eyes widened in surprise upon realizing that Sansa was speaking of the Moon Door, "she… she was saying that I…"

"Lysa would never hurt you," Catelyn jumped in. But before she could continue, Sansa said something that stunned everyone.

"She… she said that her father, her sister, and her husband had gotten in the way of her and… and Lord Baelish," Ned turned his head towards a shocked Rodrik and Catelyn, "she… she was going to throw me through the hole and to the mountains below."

"Sansa, what are you trying to say?" Ned asked with fear in his heart. While many would think that was happening to Sansa was supposed to be only a myth, Ned knew in his heart that was speaking true. Knowledge of Jon's lineage proved it.

"Lord Baelish… he… he saved me and…" Sansa whispered as she locked eyes with Ned, "I was safely on the floor when… when he grabbed Aunt Lysa. Aunt Lysa said that she gave her husband the poison so that she could be with him."

"With… with Lord Baelish?" Ned, in a cracked voice, asked while Catelyn placed her hands over her mouth in shock. Ser Rodrik was shaking his head as he looked down at the ground before turning his head towards Lord Stark and then he turned to look around him. There were a few Stark and Royal guards coming their way because of Sansa's yells, and he let Ned know as such.

"Probably to check if everything is alright," Ned said, his eyes shifted towards Rodrick before refocusing on his daughter, "Sansa…"

"I… I saw it… Father," Sansa said, her voice full of sorrow, "he told Aunt Lysa that the only person he loved was mother before pushing her through the door on the floor."

All the three could do was stare at Sansa in shock just as the guards rushed up to them to offer any assistance.

TBC.