Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I hope you liked the last chapter. Well here we go.
That night Sansa ate well at dinner, knowing that that night would be extremely taxing on her energy. As always her husband drank heavily, which was good as that was what she had been counting on. After dinner they retired to their quarts where he continued to drink. As before she invited her maid to drink with them; and as before she added nightshade to the drinks. Once it had taken effect she changed and slid from the rooms.
Once she was outside in the courtyard she found and dark corner and did her best to hide herself, for what she was about to do she had to remain unseen. She was clad in a shirt and trousers she had taken from the baggage of one of the male servants who had come with them. It was strange to be wearing men's cloths and she flushed at the thought of anyone seeing her legs but she had to admit it was strangely liberating and exciting.
Taking a deep breath she set to work. She looked across at the stables, specifically the stable boy sleeping there as she had known he would be and entered his mind.
It was easier this time; he was asleep and she was better prepared for what was to come. Even as his terrified mind fought her she stood up in her borrowed body and went to a lantern hanging from a hook. She took it down and walked over to a large pile of hay. Perhaps realizing what she was going to do the boy fought harder and her already jerky movements became more so. But it was too little too late.
She slammed the lantern down into the hay. Almost immediately it burst into flame and rapidly spread. Satisfied, she slid back into her own body. She remained were she was, both to gather herself and to await developments.
As she had hoped the fire was forcing them to get the horses out of the stables and out of the Twins to prevent them from panicking and stampeding. Even better, she saw four of the guards rush up from the dungeons to assist those already moving the horses and fighting the fire. Pleased she spotted a rat driven from the stables and slid into it.
She wasn't sure how much time she had so you had to move quickly. She hurried down to the dungeons where, as she had expected, only the jailor and the two guarding the Umber's cell. She was not looking forward to this, the man was awake and alert but she had no choice. She slid from the rat into him.
She knew he would be confused and disoriented for a moment for a moment and she had to make the most of it. As soon as she had control she acted; ignoring his confusing and rising panic she grabbed his dagger and ripped it out of its sheath. She got it halfway to his throat before he began to fight back.
The arm jerked to a halt and they began a contest of wills; he trying to get the blade away and she trying to finish forcing it into his throat. He was fighting for his life, she for revenge. It was his fear versus her hate; in the end hate won and with a cry that has half of him and half her the blade slid into his throat.
Pain flashed through her as the man's life-blood flowed out and she just wanted to curl up in a ball till it ended but she could not she still had work to do. The struggle and cry had brought the other two running weapons drawn.
"What's going on?!" One of them demanded.
Quickly she jumped from the dying jailor and into him. She was tired and felt ill but she was almost there. Even as the now-familiar struggle began she turned and thrust at the other guard. Having no experience with weapons and fighting him at the same time her blow was clumsy and lacked power but it had taken the man by surprise and at least landed.
The man staggered back clutching his wound and demanded to know what the man was doing. Sansa was nearly done, she couldn't hold on for much longer, so she gathered all the strength she had left and lunged at the man. He jumped back and thrust at the man she was controlling. Again pain flashed through her and this time it was too much, it forced her to let go and return to her own body.
As soon as she was back in her own body she let out a cry of pain then curled up and was sick. She lay there for several minutes before she was able to move again, fortunately no one noticed her in the confusion. At last she got up and ran, still staggering, to the dungeon.
As she entered she saw that the two guards were both dead, the one she had manipulated had landed on the other, bury their blades in each other. She grabbed the keys from the jailor and ran to her uncle's cell. He did not recognize her at first which wasn't surprising, dressed as she was and the fact that they had not seen one another in years, at last though recognition came to his face.
"Sansa? What is going on?"
"No time," she hissed as she unlocked his chains; "Come with me!"
Together they ran to Umber's cell and opened it. He looked up and was clearly surprised to see who it was.
"My lord, my lady what is this?"
"No time!" Sansa said again as she freed him. "Follow me!"
She led them back to the guard room where they both grabbed the swords of the dead guards, though the one Umber grabbed look almost comically small in his hand. At her suggestion her uncle donned the bloody tunic of one of the guards. As he did so she explained what was going on.
"I started a fire in the stables they are taking the horses outside to prevent a panic. In the confusion you can slip out and grab a couple of the horses. Unfortunately I could not get you any supplies and we are on the wrong side of the river but this is the best I can do."
"Don't worry about that," her uncle said; "There are ways across that don't involve bridges."
"Aye," Umber agreed; "And just let those bas…" Here he looked at Sansa and chock off what he was going to say. "What I meant was just let those traitors try to catch me in wild!"
They sneaked out to the courtyard; once there her uncle ran to the stables, still a mass of confusion, and grabbed a pair of bridles and ran back to them. Umber, who would have been far too recognizable, kept to the shadows with Sansa. They then slipped through the gate with several other grooms who were leading horses out.
Once they were all out of the gates Umber grabbed the two grooms by the necks and brought their heads together so hard Sansa could hear their skulls cracking. Dropping the two bodies he and her uncle grabbed two of the horse and fitted the bridles on them. They swung up and her uncle offered her his hand.
"Alright, climb on and we can be off."
Sansa looked at the hand. She had been so occupied with getting them out that she had not even thought of going with them. She suddenly found she wanted to go with them; to go home and be free of the fear, pain and humiliation that had made up so much of her life since she had left home. But she could not; she still had work to do, even if she knew that work could only have one end. Sadly she shook her head.
"What do you mean? You must come with us."
"Indeed," Umber said; "With your brothers dead you are the Lady of Winterfell and Queen of the North."
Queen, once Sansa had dreamed of being a queen and she shuddered to think of what she had done to make that dream come true. But reality had come and the dream had died as had the stupid girl who had dreamed that dream. It was time to wake up and make what amends she could before the end.
"The Kingdom of the North is finished and Winterfell is gone. The Starks have run their course I am the last and I now bear the Lannister name. I ask only that you obey one final command. Serve Stannis or don't; but fight the Lannisters, fight the Boltons and fight the Freys as I do."
Her uncle appeared confused for a moment but Umber swore in amazement.
"By the gods; Walder Frey that was you?"
"Yes." She said simply.
"By the Seven," her uncle said; "They said he was butchered!"
"He brought his fate on himself." She said firmly.
Her uncle looked shocked but Umber threw back his head and laughed.
"Well said lass, you truly are your father's child. The guards were saying vengeful ghosts killed him. You do your family proud!"
"Indeed," her uncle, who seemed to have recovered, said; "You are more like your aunt than I ever thought.
If only I had been so when it could have made a difference. Sansa thought sadly.
"Are you sure you will not come with us?" Her uncle asked one last time, both men clearly uncomfortable at leaving her.
She shook her head. "My work is not done."
There was nothing more to be said. The men turned and galloped off into the night. As they left her uncle looked back at her one last time.
"May the Seven be with you."
Sansa waved them farewell but remained silent.
I do not need all the Seven, just the Stranger.
She watched as what she suspected was her last chance for freedom disappear into the night. She then turned and walked back towards the Twins. As she walked back she thought of what Umber had said.
A ghost, well it is fitting to call one who has died a ghost. That is what I shall be then Sansa the Ghost Wolf; daughter of the Quiet Wolf, Lord of Winterfell and sister of the Young Wolf, the last King of the North.
Smiling at her new name she walked into the Twins and the shadows, the only thing she would ever be queen of, took her to their embrace.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone I hope you liked it. Please let me know. Till next time please pray for the Americans in Iran and the victims of the weather in the US and the Philippians and the runaway girl in Nevada and all who need it, thankfully the Americans held in Nigeria have been released. Till then may Jesus bless you all an Happy Thanksgiving everyone!