Knights And Heros- Sansa Stark And Robb Stark

Knights and Heros- Sansa Stark and Robb Stark

Summary: Sansa prays that Robb comes and safes her. Every night before she goes to bed, she sends a prayer to the gods asking that Robb save her. He should kill the lions, each one of them and finally free Sansa. Her big brother is supposed to save her. He has to save her.

Words: 2.604

Warnings: Violence, Death

English is not my first Language, no beta all mistakes are mine. // GIFs not mine // Have fun :) // AO3//

Every night before she went to bed, Sansa prays. To the old gods. To the new gods. To every god she has ever heard of. She prays for heir family and she prays for Robb to come. That her big brother wins the war and comes to save her. She knows it is wrong, but she also prays that Robb will come and brings her Joffrey´s head. After her prayers Sansa lies down in her bed, the sheets are warm and comfortable but Sansa feels cold and uneasy. She misses her bed in Winterfell. She tosses and turns and eventually manages to fall asleep.

Sansa hears the calls and screams. They slowly creep through the veil of sleep into her consciousness. But only the slamming of the opening door makes her fully awaken. She jolts up in her bed and stares into the guard's face. She reaches for the blanket to cover herself a little more. Fear rises within her. What's happening? Has Cersei finally decided to kill her? Sansa looks around, if this man is going to kill her fine! But not without a fight. Unfortunately she has no weapon, only her needles are within reach, but what can a needle do against a knight? The next moment Shae pushes past the guard.

"Gods, you're scaring the hell out of that girl." she snaps. Sansa's maid has always had a harsh manner, but now she's happy to see it.

"What happens?" she asks, trying to ignore the soldier in the doorway. She can still hear loud voices.

"We are under attack."

"Attack?" Sanas asks confused, so suddenly? She doesn't know how the war is going, but if the armies were that close to King's Landing she would have heard.

"Come get dressed. And you wait outside." Shae practically pushes the soldier out of the room. Sansa jumps out of bed and quickly puts on a dress, Shae helps her and hands her a coat. She still doesn't know who is attacking. Stannis? Or maybe... she dared not hope so. She prayed for it for so long. Can it really be? Shae and Sansa leave the chambers, there is chaos in the hallway. Guards and knights run around, and with a quick glance out the window, Sansa sees fire, soldiers, and horses in the city beneath Red Keep. She can hear the sounds of battle from up here. How could the soldiers get through the gates so quickly? Why was there no siege?

"Who's attacking?" Sansa asks. "And how did they get into the city walls so quickly?"

"They were already in town." It's not Shae who answers, but Sansa's husband Tyrion. He hobbles towards them on his short legs. He wears gold armor and a helmet. Behind him is Bronn, the sellsword. "We underestimated your brother again." At his words, Sansa's heart jumps and her knees go weak, she almost collapses, but she manages to keep herself upright. Robb is here. Robb and his armies are here. He came to save her. "He's probably been smuggling soldiers into the city for weeks."

"Careful. Almost sounds like you admire him." Bronn says with a malicious tone at Tyrion's words.

"I can recognize the intelligence of my enemies." Tyrion says and then looks at Sansa. She can't read his eyes, doesn't know what's going on in his head. But she manages to keep her expression impassive, if she showed even a hint of joy she would die instantly. But Tyrion says nothing and turns back to Bronn. "Cersei wants Sansa with her, as a hostage. Get her to safety." Sansa looks at him confused. What? Why is he doing that? Why does he help her instead of his family? He takes a few steps towards her and takes her hand. Tyrion has to tilt his head back to look at her. "I know what you think of me, Sansa. My family has harm your family. But you are my wife! Whether you like it or not and I will not let my sister kill you. I will go into battle now. And if the gods are kind, we'll see each other again, no matter how this turns out today." he looks at her with a steady gaze and Sansa is touched by his words. She hates him. She hates his family. But Tyrion has been nice and good to her, so she nods and squeezes his hand.

"I pray for your survival." she says and she means it. At the same time, she hopes he loses. He has to lose! Tyrion looks at Shae and smiles, tears appearing in her eyes, but without a word the gnome turns away and runs down the hallway.

"Come." Bronn's grip on her arm is tight, and when he pulls her the other way, she wants to break free and run away. Nevertheless, she follows him. Cersei wants her dead or taken hostage to force Robb to surrender. Robb! Robb is here to save her. He tricked the lions to save her. Finally. Finally her big brother comes to free her. The Red Keep has descended into chaos. Nobody expected an attack. Nobody was prepared for an attack. Bronn leads Shae and Sansa through the halls, servants, maids, squires, guards, knights, ladies and maidens running past them. Everyone shouts around. As she walks past, Sansa sees soldiers fighting in the courtyard. Lannister red cloaks, glittering swords, blood and in the light of the fire Sansa recognizes the direwolf on the breastplates of the attackers. She would have liked to burst into tears of joy.

"Where do we go?" she asks Bronn. He seems to be sure of his aim.

"I'll take you out of the keep."

"And then?" she ask him.

"I'll wait for further orders."

"What if the orders don't come?" Would Bronn kill her if Tyrion died?

"I don't care who wins. Whether it's the Lannisters or your brother. Either one of them will pay me for you." His words were meant to scare her. A few years ago they would have scared her. But that was before her father was murdered, before she had to suffer at the hands of Cersei and Joffrey. Now Sansa understands a truth so far removed from the stories she grew up with that a cold shiver runs down her spine. There are no noble knights and heroes. But with Bronn she's safe. Not because it's the right thing to do. Not because she's a damsel in distress. Not because Bronn is a hero. Because he gets paid. And he doesn't care who pays him. They turn corners, run up stairs, through doors, corridors and halls. Sansa has been living in the Red Keep for so long but she hasn't seen everything yet. The castle is still strange to her. The noise of the battle gets louder, the screams get louder and as Sansa comes around the next corner she almost trips over a corpse. She has seen dead people, too many dead people. It started with the butcher boy, Myko or something like that. Sansa doesn't know his name. Her father was murdered in front of her eyes. Joffrey killed her septa, the men from her family's household. Every time the sight of a dead body made her sick. But not this time. This time a Lannister soldier lies before her in his blood and Sansa feels joy. The gods will hate her for it, but Sansa doesn't care about that. Not at this moment. A dead Lannister soldier means her brother's men are close by. She just has to make it to them, she's almost there and then she'll be safe. As they turn another corner, Bronn stops.

"Fuck!" he curses. Sansa looks past him. In the hallway in front of them stands a tall man in Lannister armor. The Mountain, Gregor Clegane. Bronn looks at Sansa and then back at the mountain, which is striding towards them. Then he sighs. "Damned." and draws his sword. Sansa doesn't know where to go. There is no way out. Back? Take a different direction? The mountain would follow them. She hears swords crashing into one another, as Bronn starts fighting. He wouldn't survive that, Sansa knows. And then the mountain would hunt her down and drag her to Cersei. The Dowager Queen would want to watch Sansa die. Sansa knows nothing about fighting. She attended tournaments, admired Ser Loras when he took on the mountain and won. Back then she thought the knight was like in her stories and songs. And Ser Loras almost died at the hands of the mountain,if the Hound hadn't intervened. But the Hound is not here. He disappeared after the Battle of Blackwater Bay and no one has seen him since. Bronn would die now and Sansa can't do anything. She can only watch as Bronn retreats further and further under the sword blows. He tries to avoid it, dances around this monster. His sword raised, try to parry attacks and strike himself. But Gregor Clegane is too strong. He strikes, Bronn stumbles and the sword hits him. The thin armor made of leather and steel doesn't protect him and Bronn falls to his knees, groaning. Sansa thought she was going to die a thousand times. When Joffrey called for her father's head, when he beat her in the throne room, when he tormented her. But now she's sure. Today she would die. The Mountain pulls his sword from Bronn's body, blood drips onto the ground and he looks at Sansa. She can only see his eyes through his helmet, but they are cold and devoid of compassion. He takes a step forward, then stops and flinches. Spitting blood. His eyes widen and Sansa sees the tip of a sword protruding from his neck. The blade retracts, blood running from the wound and dripping onto the gold breastplate. Sansa watches the red run over the Lannister lion. Her lips parted in a silent scream. Her body becomes numb. She was so sure that she would die at the hands of this man.

Gregor Clegane falls to his knees. The mountain falls, stabbed from behind. The shock goes through her body. Tears form in Sansa's eyes and she blinks two or three times to be able to see clearly again. A dull sound echoes to her ears as the lifeless body hits the ground. Sana's gaze clears and she looks into a pair of blue eyes. She knows these eyes, she has looked into these eyes a thousand times. Robb lowers his sword, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His armor is covered in dirt and blood. He stabbed the mountain. Pierced his throat from behind. There was nothing honorable about this death. But Sansa doesn't think about honor. She doesn't think about the noise of battle around her, or about the men dying.

"Sansa." his voice is just a whisper, but to her it sounds like the most beautiful song. It's been so long since she heard her name come from his lips. Back in Winterfell on the day they left. Back then his voice was brighter, his face younger, innocent, happy. There's something hard about his face now, his cheeks covered in a beard, his shoulders broad beneath his bloodstained armor. Still, his eyes are the same. A sob erupts from her throat, relief flooding through her body. Her knees are shaking, but she manages to move. First one step in front of the others and suddenly she's running. The next moment she is crying in her brother's arms.

"Robb. You're here." she sobs. He hugs her tight, as if he never wants to let her go again. Sansa doesn't care that blood and dirt ruin her dress, she doesn't care that he smells of sweat, blood and death. He came to her. He is here to save her. He's finally here to take her home.

"I am here." Robb says in her ear, rocking her slightly back and forth and she feels his tears on her cheek, mingling with her own. She holds him closer to her, can't believe it's really happening. She is saved. Robb stands in front of her, her big brother, her hero. As in a song, he came with his noble knights to save her from the clutches of the lions. She kisses his cheeks and his forehead, wipes his tears from his cheeks and sobs. She wants to say so many things, but no words come out of her mouth. He smiles at her, pushes her a little away and examines her. "You've grown up sister." He says laughing and kissing her forehead. "I'll take you home." Sansa nods and beams. She has never been so happy in her life. Her personal knight has come and saves her. Finally the nightmare her life has turned into is over. She can finally go home to the familiar halls of Winterfell. To her brother, to her mother, to her sister. She will finally be with her family again. And it's all thanks to Robb. He tricked the lions and attacked them in their own territory. "Everything will be okay, Sansa. You're safe. I promise." Robb smiles down at her, but suddenly he flinches and grimaces. Sansa looks at him confused. What's happening? His gaze becomes distant, his grip weak. Suddenly he is no longer standing in front of her in his armor, but in a black robe, blood from invisible injuries running from his shoulder, his side and his chest. "Mother." he whispers in a hollow voice and falls to his knees in front of Sansa.

She screams in shock and the next moment she is sitting in her bed. Cold sweat runs down her forehead and she lets out a frightened sob. She feels hot tears running down her cheeks, her whole body is shaking. A dream. She just dreamed it all. The feeling of relief and joy that she was feeling just now has long been forgotten. Why do the gods torture her so much? Her room in Kings Landing is already lit by the sun. Sansa is too upset to sleep again anyway. She wipes away the tears, but more keep coming. She longs to go back to her dream. It felt so real. She longs to return to her brother's embrace. Back to her hero. Nevertheless, she gets up and starts to dress, when Shae arrives she is already finished.

"My Lady." Shea's voice shakes, which makes Sansa suspicious.

"What happened?" she asks directly. The maid is not someone easily unsettled. Why is her voice shaking? Shea sighs, hesitates. "Tell me!" Sansa insists.

"Last night. Your uncle Edmure married a Frey girl on the Twins. Lord Frey broke the hospitality law and killed your brother and mother." Shae's voice sounds sympathetic, but Sansa doesn't care at this moment. It takes her a moment to understand her words. Her knees go weak again and this time she doesn´t try to keep standing. She collapses to the floor, an unbelievable pain wracks her chest and a sob erupts from her throat. Sansa feels her whole world collapse. Her brother and mother murdered. Sansa thinks back to her dream, to the way Robb collapsed in front of her. She saw it. Saw his death. Another sob. The gods must really hate her. Her beloved mother dead. Her beloved brother dead. All hope leaves Sansa. Robb wouldn't come to save her. He is dead. Her hero is dead. Hope is dead. Sansa is sure she will die too. Her knight will never come and save her.

inspo.

Aegon: It´s a moo point.

Aemond: ... a what?

Aegon: you know, a moo point !

Aegon: It doesn´t matter, like a cow´s opinion.

Aegon: Its moo.

Aemond: *pause* *turns to Helaena* Have I been living with him for too long, or did that just make sense?

(x)

Robb the lord king boy

God save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me