Author's Notes: Hey everyone, glad that you liked the last chapter and I hope that you like this one as well, as always I own nothing

They made it to the crofter's village without incident. It was a small place nestled between two lakes and consisted of only a few huts, a long hall, and a watchtower by the lakeshore. The larger lake was dotted with small wooded islands, one of which had an ancient weirwood heart tree growing on it. The sight of it made Sansa uncomfortable, even when she had prayed she had always felt more at home at the sept that Father had had built for Mother when they had wed. The woods had always seemed foreign to her it had never had to her siblings. Now, she prayed nowhere but even so it made her uneasy to be near it. The Royal Family and the other nobles took up residence in the long hall, it was not much but it was better than shivering in the tents, as most of the rest of the army were forced to do.

As they settled into the long hall Sansa was informed that the King wished to speak to her, she did not want to go with the King being in a foul mood, but she had been commanded and she went. The King was seated at a table which had been set up by the fireplace. He was staring at a map of the lands between the crofter's village and Winterfell. He looked up at her as she approached him but before either could speak one of the King's knights approached them and indicated that he wished to speak. His name was Sir Richard Horpe, a lean, dark-haired and hard-eyed man whom Sansa had heard called the Slayer by some. He was not as talkative as some but he made Sansa slightly uneasy, he seemed at times to exude a desire to kill which made her think of Joffrey, only she was sure Sir Horpe would be more than happy to do his own killing. Whatever that she may think of the man it was clear that he had the King's confidence, as he was able to come and speak with the King seemingly at all hours of the day or night. The king turned and looked at him.

"Yes?" He said in his usual blunt tone of voice.

"Your Grace," Sir Horpe said; "I have been speaking with the Quartermaster and the supplies are lower that I had thought. We are right next to two lakes and, as it seems that we shall be forced to stay here for some time, I would like to give the men leave to drill holes in the ice and attempt to add some fish to supplement our stores." The King looked annoyed but nodded.

"Fish, then," he said, biting off each word with a snap. "But we march at first light." Sir Horpe bowed and departed. Once he was gone the King turned back to Sansa.

"Lady Sansa. As you know we are but three days from Winterfell. I have sent out scouts but I would have your thoughts on what lies ahead."

"In truth Sansa had little knowledge of the lands around where they were. She had rarely gone this far from her home prior to leaving it for King's Landing. Still, she had heard Robb, Jon, Theon and her father speak of it at times when they would go hunting so she had a basic idea of what it held.

"The ground is rather unremarkable, mostly plains, a few valleys and small woods a village here and there but those are few and far between." The King scowled.

"In short, terrain which will favor mounted men, which the Boltons are sure to have more of than we do." Not knowing anything of military strategy Sansa could only nod in mute agreement. The King stared at the map for a moment and then he nodded his head as a smile spread across his face, a smile which Sansa distinctly unpleasant. He then seemed to notice that she was still there.

"That will be all Lady Stark, you can go." She curtsied and left, happy to heading away from the prickly monarch, though she thought that he seemed to be happier than he had been before. She returned to the part of the long hall which she had claimed for herself and those in her party. Yara and Alysane were already there when she returned.

"What was that about?" Alysane asked as Sansa drew near.

"The King wanted to know about the land between here and Winterfell as he plans for us to march on the morning." Yara snorted.

"I doubt that very much. This cursed storm shows no sign of letting up for the foreseeable future. The army cannot move till it passes. So until it abates we are not going anywhere."

Her words proved to be prophetic, the storm raged and the army went nowhere. The winds blew and snows fell till the huts of the village vanished under the drifts and men were needed to beat and shovel out paths between the huts and the men went to the lake as well to fish when possible, though one of the Glover scouts commented that the ice on the lakes looked like pieces of cheese that rats had been. Whenever possible Sansa left the long hall and walked among her banner men. She would ask them how they were doing and praised them for the courage that they were showing in the face of the weather and hunger.

"Why do you do it?" Shireen had asked her once.

"When I was in King's Landing. The Queen once told me that a ruler needs to be feared. I determined then that I would make the people I ruled love me, not fear me. I want to be nothing like her." She was not sure that Shireen understood what Sansa meant but she had nodded and Sansa hoped that the Princess took what she said to heart.

The stormed seemed to last forever, the days seeming to blend one into another. The King had taken to the watch tower where a fire had been lit and which he insisted be tended day and night. The only break in the routine came several days into their stay when Arnolf Karstark, castellan of Karhold, home of the Karstarks, arrived with several of his kinsmen and around four hundred and fifty men. The King welcomed them, though it cooled when it became clear that they had brought only enough supplies for their own men. Sansa had been present as well. Yet even though they were kin the Karstarks gave her but icy curtesy, she had expected this, having heard how her brother had executed their lord, Rickard Karstark for treason.

After their arrival things settled back into the same routine as they waited for the storm to abate. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the storm began to ease up, with both the snow and the wind dying down. Sansa, who had been trapped within the long hall for several days, took advantage of the break to get out and get some air. Both. Yara and Alysane were also eager for air and joined her. They wandered to the edge of the village and stared out at the land around it. They were about to head back when they heard the sounds of horses approaching.

"There are no patrols out." Yara said.

"Both of you, get back to camp." Alysane said, stepping to put herself between the other two and the sounds of the oncoming horses, drawing her sword. Before Sansa could decide what to do the horses emerged from the fog. There were a dozen or so of them. They were armed and armored and several of them had people riding behind them.

"That's far enough!" Alysane called to them as they drew closer. "Who are you and who do you serve?"

"I am Boras Snow. I and my fellows are sworn to House Umber. We found two people near Winterfell and we were told to bring them to the King." As the man spoke the two people who were riding behind dismounted and headed toward them. One was a haggard man clad in rages and walked with a limp and even at a distance Sansa could smell him. The other was a girl or young woman, heavily wrapped up with a scarf across her face. The man was closer and he reached them first he looked at them and Sansa felt jolt go through her. No…it couldn't be…He then looked at Yara who was looking at him with a look of distaste.

"Hello Sister." He said in horse and strained voice. "See," he said, his voice crackling as if he was on the verge of laughter; "I recognized you this time." She looked at him, her face a mask of disbelief and horror.

"Theon?" He nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Theon, that's my name. You have to remember your name."

Sansa stared at him, her shock at his appearance giving way to anger. The bastard who had betrayed her family, burned her home and murdered her brothers was standing right in front of her and she was surrounded by those loyal to her. She only had to say the word and he would be dead. Before she could say anything though the woman whom had come with them through herself forward and slammed into Sasna, nearly knocking her to the ground.

"Sansa! Oh thank the gods it's you! It's really you!" Sansa looked at her, her shock returning in full force. The other's lower mouth was covered, her eyes were red and wild with both relief and fear, tears were freezing on her face her voice sounded nothing like Sansa remembered it, but still she recognized it.

"Jeyne?!"

Author's Notes: Short I know but a set up for things to come, have about caught up with the books now so will be winging it soon. For those of you who only watch the show Jeyne Poole is the girl who wiped Sansa's face in the first episode she is a friend of her's and what happened to Sansa in the show happened to Jeyne in the books, just to straighten things out. Till next time please pray for Daniel Fleetwood, a terminally ill man, please google the name for the complete story and the family claims to need help with medical expenses. Pleas also pray for the families of the victims of the recent tragedies, those fleeing to Europe and all who need prayer. Bye and may Jesus bless you.