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Like a Wave, She Broke; But Like the Sea, She Persevered

A Robb Stark x Yi Ti fem!OC/Reader & GOT AU Fic

Chapter One: Farewell/Goodbye

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Author's Note: Hello, so I am very new to writing fanfiction, and also I have never read any of the books, but I have done a lot of research. This fic will be mostly based on the show Game of Thrones, but it will take elements from the books (especially for the characters Euron Greyjoy and Stannis Baratheon). Also there is practically no information of the language/culture of Yi Ti according to GRRM. So taking in mind that it is supposed to be inspired by "Imperial China," I used simplified Mandarin because while I do think Cantonese would be better considering how the geography is inspired by southeastern China, I need pinyin and can only speak Mandarin. I will offer translations at the bottom. Also for the names, I am not perfectly clear how they work so I basically tried to make a name using characters that I felt would have a lot of impact together.

Warning(s): This fanfiction will include dark themes of the following: sexual content, sexual abuse, violence and violent themes, child trafficking, depression, angst (so much angst), and dark/yandere attitudes. (Please comment if I had missed anything)

“I made it… I actually made it.” I thought to myself as I slumped onto the deck, relief flooding my body as my legs start to give out in exhaustion. I managed to get onto the ship just before it left the dock. I close my eyes and try to breath as waves rock me back and forth like a never-ending pendulum. The last time I had been on a ship felt like several lifetimes ago, although I supposed that it was true in more ways than one. For as I had so fervently sworn to never step foot onto another ship, I could not deny that a part of my heart was soothed by the familiar cries of gulls, the thundering orders of those and command, and the waves crashing against the wood of a vessel completely at its mercy. Still, I felt myself turning green, and soon 黛玉 (Dài yù) is curling up next to me, offering much needed comfort. I curl myself around her, and breathe in her fur. Her fur, whether dry from a nearby fire or soaked in red life, smells of cypress, smoked sandalwood, and spices. It reminds me of Winterfell, of the North, of my second home. Once again, I thank Lord Stark in allowing me to keep my sweet shadowcat when I found her as an orphaned kitten from a band of poachers that had already killed her family and intended to skin them for profit. As I continued to stroke her luscious black and white striped fur, I felt 黛玉's (Dài yù) deep purrs turn to breathing becoming deeper and more consistent to signal she was about to sleep. And just when I was about to do the same, hoping for sleep to be dreamless, I heard my name being shouted out in pure agony.

“龙力 (Lóng lì)!” My head shot up while 黛玉 (Dài yù) immediately became alert and ready to strike any figures that posed a danger to us. I turned my head to look at the dock we just left, and to my horror I found a figure so far that he might have been a trick of light. But I remember those eyes, those clear blue eyes. Eyes despite their clarity, were filled with more fury than any storm I had witnessed out in the seas. Eyes belonging to a figure that once stood tall looked broken and defeated, as if their shoulders had been burdened by the gods themselves, although I supposed in a way they had. Next to him was direwolf the size of a small horse holding his head high, and howled so forlornly as if the ship was a floating pyre.

“Robb.” I croak out, my voice sounded so unfamiliar to me. I tried to look away, but I knew if I did, I would never forgive myself. So, I gazed into his eyes trying to shout out every apology I could think of, begging for his forgiveness. When his figure disappeared, I turned around and let out a sob I didn’t realize was there. I curled into myself, reach to my necklace and grasp on the black pendant and pray to any god that would listen. 黛玉 (Dài yù) mewled softly before laying her head on top of mine, even wrapping her arms around me, as if she were a mother soothing a weeping child. I could not bear to see her blue eyes, so frozen yet alive with winter fire. I knew that sleep would never come for me tonight. So instead, I prayed that Robb would not let his impulsiveness cloud his judgement, that he will only focus on the war and freeing the North. I prayed that he will forget me and move on to find happiness of his own and to grow old and happy with a good woman by his side and his siblings all together. But above all, I prayed that he would let me go and let me be free. I do this until my mind blacks out, and a memory had played out as if I was a spectator to moment that did not belong to me.

~Flashback of 7 ago~

“龙力 (Lóng lì),” I decided, gazing at the stone turned dragon pendant handed to me, knowing the confusion that must be filling Robb Stark’s eyes, “my family name is 王 (Wáng), but my first name will be 龙力.” My parents’ sweet “小玉 (Xiao Yu)” no longer existed, she her lullabies were gone forever, but she will never forgotten, not her nor her parents, never again. But “龙 (Lóng)” had taken her place, it was born from the anguish of the small jade in order to a dragon that clawed out of anguish.  “龙 (Lóng)” was a dragon, and dragons carried a magic within them that could never die, not even when the world demanded it. My grandmother was partly right, I was not born a dragon, I was but I was made into one. As for “力 (Lì)”, that would be something of my own. “力 (Lì)” was a testament to my strength. Even before being a dragon, I was strong. I had a strength of my own that belonged to no one but me. And although it had been cracked and broken down repeatedly, it remained. The events forced upon me to realize that strength, however unfortunate, will not go unrewarded.  This pendent was evidence of that, that if a piece of jade can transform and be molded into a strong dragon, then so can I.

I turn and face Robb Stark, the boy I thought was a spoiled and obnoxious brat that had everything handed to him while so many others claw for just a scrap of his fortune, and give him the first hug that I have given anyone since my parents died. I hold for so long and tight that he has to push me away for air. I smiled with tears almost spilling from my eyes, happiness overtaking me for the first time in what felt like a lifetime ago. I kissed both his cheeks, and he turned so red that he tried to sputter out a response, but I beat him to do it.

“王龙力 (Wang Long Li),” I beamed so brightly, “that will be my name. I finally have decided on my name, it is the only thing that was not given to me but what I gave to myself. It is important, too important, but you deserve to be the first to know. I will wear this forever, thank you so much. Thank you so much.” I hugged him once more, and felt his arms wrap around me before tightening and even saw the tips of his ears turning bright red before Maester Luwin came upon us and I showed him my pendent and told him my name. I didn’t have to tell him the meaning of a name, his smile told me enough.

~Flashback Ends~

Waking up I realized that I was still grasping on the black pendant as if it was the only thing that kept me from falling completely apart. I should have left it behind, but I knew it wasn’t a possibility. If I had to take only one thing that could possibly link me to my past, from the youthful joy and spilled blood in Yi Ti, to the beautiful hope and horrendous tragedies in Winterfell, I couldn’t leave it. This pendent meant far too much, for it alone was the sole witness to my life (past, present, and soon-to-be future). It had seen every moment in the life of that once naïve and sweet 小玉 (Xiǎoyù) that played along the warm breezes of the Jade Seas, the 小玉 (Xiǎoyù) that laughed to her parent’s singing songs of the Jade Emperor, the same one that witnessed her family’s slaughter and was stolen away until she no longer laughed, no longer smiled, and eventually forgotten her own voice. The precious and rare black jade that was eventually picked from the pockets of tattered rags to be used as a paperweight by Euron Greyjoy, forgotten by the shadow of a girl who was robbed of every joy and security that should have been her right from birth. A girl who became so broken, who’s soul became so lost, she carved through men with her knifes with such masterful and impassioned fervor and searched through the gashes with such sober and languid eyes to see if she could find hers in their bodies.

But it also witnessed the gaining of her strength, starting at the glimmer of remembrance in hearing an old lullaby sung by a mother with features similar to her own. Every time she snuck away to hear the woman sing, her eyes daring to show wistfulness as opposed to chilling apathy, the black jade could feel the little girl that was constantly struck down finally begin to stand and walk again. Every step that the girl took, the black jade that lost its luster from being forgotten had slowly regained its shine. Even when the kind woman that sung so sweetly was broken in, taken by the wicked pirate’s men and himself, her face with warm eyes and tender smiles, was mutilated beyond recognition, the girl did not fall again. Instead, her eyes held righteous fury and body was fueled by liquid lightning. Quick were her hands in drugging those men, meticulous and masterful were her fingers in slicing through their facial nerves, cruel glee dancing in her eyes as they could make no sound but knowing they felt everything, the sheer intensity and determination of her strength in hoisting their bodies underneath the sail’s pole. So easily could the black jade remain forgotten, once more losing its luster and shine, but the girl had decided that she would no longer forget the little girl in Yi Ti. Because although that girl was gone, dying the day she was sold in Qarth, she knew that the girl still deserved to be remembered, as did the people she loved that died with that girl.

With that decision, this new girl took only a blanket and the jade before changing into a pair of breeches and tunic that sagged over her body to prevent any suspicion of her sex, left Euron Greyjoy to venture to a new place. A place where she would meet a kind and good man, one who she would gladly devote her life in serving and protecting. She would meet his family, his wife and children. A wife that would take one look at the girl, and think her too savage and wild. But knowing in her heart that the girl was someone who would torture herself before letting any harm befalling her family. Children, all so different yet each one had a foundation of wildness, and were raised with so much unconditional love and loyalty that witnessing it had quickly thawed the suspicious girl’s icy walls. A place where she would meet another Greyjoy, but a different Greyjoy, a better one. A Greyjoy whose blood was Ironborn, but his heart would be northern. A northern boy whose blood carried the salt of the sea, but whose heart and soul were strengthened and bathed by the snow, the trees, and the winds of northern land. A boy who she distrusted before slowly and surely becoming her found brother, and she becoming his found sister. A place where she who had sea water in her veins, was not born in the biting inland North but the tropical breezes from the Jade Seas, slowly rebuilt herself from the ground up and fortified her soul with new memories, new happiness, and most of all, a new name. A name she gave herself, with the help of a boy with auburn curls and blue crystalline eyes that shimmered with wide smiles as he gave her the greatest gift that she vowed to carry with her so long as she breathed.

I let out a shaky breath as I once more closed my eyes and began to pray. I never prayed so much in my life before now. I was never one to pray, never one to truly believe in higher beings despite the stories of ancient and powerful magic I heard as a girl that I once believed in, the same stories I told to Bran and Rickon when they entered my rooms to protect them from nightmares. But my grandmother told me that there is usually no point in praying to the gods, because the gods never listen, and if they do, they will often do the opposite just to spite you. She said they had already laid out plans, and we were at their mercy without hope to change it. But maybe just this once, she was wrong. But maybe there are gods that listen, that will hear this unworthy girl’s prayer, that might grant her this one thing. I always thought I was a good granddaughter, always following and listening to my grandmother’s words.

I should have listened better.

*Switching POV’s to Robb*

As the Young Wolf stood there on the port, watching as the ship that carried his love farther and farther away from his arms, looking more and more like the broken boy that cried his heart out when his father died and less and less like the shapeshifting King that tore apart his enemies in the battlefield sung amongst smallfolk across Westeros.

“Your grace, do you want us to commandeer that ship in order to search for the fugitive? It isn’t too late; we can still hope to catch up to it if we use a galley with our strongest men.” Smalljon Umber tried listing off other ways to get to the ship, and was more than ready to do it himself. But Robb knew that doing so would be of no help to him. He knew what game his lady was playing, and he will let her think she had the upper hand for now.

“No.” Robb steeled himself into his full height and once more became the Young Wolf feared in the South. His eyes no longer full of sorrow as they just moments before, now they were filled with ice and a cold fire that looked it would burn you as horribly as it would freeze you in an instant should you be so unfortunate as to touch it. “Now we continue with our goal, marching to King’s Landing and littering the South with Lannister dead until they acknowledge the North’s independence and free my sister Sansa.” Gone was the naïve lovestruck boy, and in his place had risen a hardened leader that had a blade hungry for blood and screams. “But first we gather up the Frey’s and Bolton’s and call for their execution immediately. When Walder Frey’s and Roose Bolton’s heads are separated from their necks, I intend to make them gifts to Tywin Lannister.”

“Fly, fly, fly little dragon,” Robb’s mind hiding the dark whispers swirling in his head. “Fly as far as you can, but know that you will never escape the wolf you cheated.” Anger and fury had further cemented in his bones with each step he took to his steed. He realized long ago his feeling for his cruel lady love. He was enchanted by Talisa’s warmth and kindness, believing that she could be enough to thaw away your bitter chill. But it was all for naught, for nothing could replace you. He should have known this the moment he set his eyes on you when his father first brought you to Winterfell all sullen and feral but strong and determined. When bitterness and jealousy filled him as he heard you laughing at Theon’s stories and saw you two sitting together at dinner. When he caught you gazing at your black rock that you protected so fiercely and he longed to have you feel that way towards him.

“Ah yes, her precious stone,” Robb almost smiled as he remembered one of his most treasured memories, as it was the first time you truly smiled and it was the day you decided your name, “how could possibly forget that day?”

~Flashback to 7 years ago~

“My grandmother gave it to me,” your accent still a little thick when talking in Common Tongue, but you were making extremely good progress according to Maester Luwin, “she said that I would need it one day in order to protect me.”

“Why? Father won’t let anything happen to you while in Winterfell.” Robb thought this obvious, for his father was the strongest and most powerful man in all of the North, and it filled him immense pride and joy in being his son. His father was good and honorable man, one who always kept his promises to each and every one of his people as the Lord of Winterfell. “He promised you when you got here that no one would ever harm you so long you lived under the protection of the Starks.”

“I know all that,” you stated as you rolled your eyes. Of course, you knew that Lord Stark would keep his promise in keeping you safe, as Ned Stark was likely the best man in the world. “But I think it’s for something different, something bigger.”

“What do you mean by ‘bigger’?”

“I am not sure, but all I know is that my grandmother said that this stone would protect me when I would need it most. She said that this particular form of jade was only precious for those who needed it for its magic.”

“Magic?” Robb now rolled his eyes; you were trying to trick him. “That’s what old people tell kids in order for them to behave and not run in passageways and not track mud into the keep.”

“She said that it would lead me to my fate, to a place full of snow and ice and water with little green in the North.” Your eyes had a far-off look; your eyes only looked like that when you were remembering something. Robb hoped it was something good. “She told me that there was a role I had to play in this place, and that the jade would lead me to it.”

“But how will it protect you?” Robb was quickly growing irate. How could a measly stone protect you better than his father, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North? A role that he will take over as his heir, making you also under his protection.

“She said that jade protects your spirit and mind from harmful forces, but I must carry it with me and never forget it. Otherwise, it will lose its power.”

“But why does it need to be black? Can’t it do its job if it were white or grey?”

You shook your head. “She told me that it had to be black. In Yi Ti, black is the color of the North, and the North’s element is water, so that means black is the color for water in the North. I think…I’m not sure what she meant, 妈妈爸爸说她喜欢...” you paused as you realized you were speaking in your native tongue; your cheeks grew flushed in embarrassment. Robb pretended that the rosy hue didn’t look the least bit adorable, “I mean, my mama and papa said she liked to…babble I think you call it? But what I do know that it is too important and I need to carry it with me.” Your voice quieted down as faint footsteps crunch the snow behind you only to find Maester Luwin. Deciding that you were done speaking, you stood up and ran to him to see if he could spend some extra time with you how to read and write out Common Tongue.

In that moment, Robb had the most brilliant idea in the world. Truth be told, the preparations alone were remarkably tedious and was probably more trouble than it was worth for a girl Robb had known for a fairly short period of time. It took weeks of searching the castle town to see if any of the jewelers had even heard of “black jade,” let alone worked with it. It was by some miracle only performed by the gods that he half stumbled upon an elderly near blind carver that once apprenticed under a master jeweler who dedicated his life in studying the different practices across the world in the slums. However, Robb was not so young and green to life to expect such luck to spring in his path without something else in demand. But the old man simply asked the chance to meet the wearer of the finished product so that he may see the face of the person who captured the young heir’s heart.

“Though my eyes have almost lost their sight, make no mistake that this old man had lived long enough to know that those in your position would not go so far for someone that did not mean a great deal to you.” He spoke so softly as if witnessing a memory unraveling before him. “And if I had the fortune of my sight, I am sure that your eyes would betray what you deny.”

It took great efforts separating the stone from you, and Robb truly feared for his life if you found out it was him that took it before the product was completed. Thankfully, the old man was a master craftsman, with tools made of bone and fingers so nimble and quick you would never think the man blind at all. When Robb had presented the dragon pendent to you, you first lashed at him something fierce, but in seeing the work had your words failed you. When your eyes lit up and you hugged him so tightly that he thought all the wind had left him, Robb found himself unable to speak. When you had been pushed so that he could breathe, but kissed his cheeks with tears in your eyes, did Robb hear his heart beat at an ungodly pace. Finally, when you had gifted him your name with happiness in your voice, when you chose him to be the first to know your name, did Robb realize that from that day forward, he loved you. He knew you to be the keeper of his heart and soul since he was a lad to when he would become a man.

~End of Flashback~

When he had first awoken from his injuries, barely able to breathe, and you were sitting next to him. Your eyes were filled with glee as you reached for his waterskin and tipped it so gently and carefully to not spill on his wounds. As laid on his cot, cursing himself for falling for such a trap and endangering his men and causing the death of his wife and unborn child. You said no words, only when you so lovingly placed your arms around his neck, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder, did he fall silent. He sat up and held you against him with both arms as you laid tender kisses in his hair. When he looked into your eyes, and begged you to kiss him as he wanted you to for as so long, and though your eyes were uncertain you laid him down on his back, and placed your lips upon his. In that moment Robb’s world felt so whole and happiness had filled so completely that tears escaped and a sob of pure joy was choked out. He knew that he was yours, he always had been, but finally you were his. How happy he was when you pulled away and smiled down at him so sweetly, and you told him to rest so that he can gain strength to fight for his kingdom, his people, his family. How deliriously in love was he in doing exactly as you asked.

And imagine the confusion he felt when he had awoken expecting you by side, only to be met with his lost little sister Arya and his mother. Imagine the fear in hearing how you had left the camp as part of a deal to save him and his men. Imagine the betrayal coursing through him learning that you drugged the water you placed on his lips with a powerful drug that would put him in a heavy sleep that was meant to last a week rather than only 3 days. Imagine the unadulterated fury filling his body as he quickly dressed and called for his steed and Grey Wind to track your scent. And imagine how his heart broke watching the ship being released from its dock, and in a final act of desperation to see your face, he called out your name as Grey Wind let out an ear-shattering howl. Imagine the joy he felt seeing your body turn and your eyes gazed into one another, knowing you hadn’t expected to find you so quickly.

“You will run, you will hide, you can do whatever it takes to be away from me. It will not matter, for in the end I will find you.” Robb’s vow was further his cemented as he rode closer to his camp, ready were the words to carry out the traitors’ executions. “You thought you could escape your wolf, when really all you did was prolong your inevitable fate as his future queen.” Robb’s teeth clenched as he thought this, how stupid you were indeed. To think he would ever let you go now that he tasted your lips, felt your body pressed against his chest, saw your sweet smile as you laid him down to rest. Oh, what he planned to do to you the moment you were in his arms, his cock grew strained and he could feel it leaking at just the thought of him claiming you. He relished at the thought of gazing upon your naked body, laying kisses and bites upon your collarbone and neck for the world to see. He was desperate to suck and nip your breasts as he plays with your soaked cunt with his thick fingers. He could see it so perfectly, you begging for him to mate with you like the bitch in heat you are, begging for his thick cock to ruin you for anyone who even thinks to look at you. How you mewl so obscenely as he slowly slides his throbbing member into your tight heat. Once he is fully sheathed into your wet cunt, and his tip kisses the entrance of your womb, as he intends to go at an ungodly pace with you at his mercy begging to be filled by his pups. How happy you are when he releases load into your womb and praying to the gods old and new that you can be blessed with a child immediately. And how he intends to do so over and over and over until his name is the only thing you can remember.

Translations:

黛玉 (Dài yù): Black Jade

龙力 (Lóng lì): Dragon Force

王 (Wáng): king, but in this context of the story, it just serves as a very common surname

小玉 (Xiǎoyù): Little Jade

妈妈爸爸说她喜欢... (Māmā bàba shuō tā xǐhuān...): Mom and Dad say she likes to...

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A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

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A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

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A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

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Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 54/113 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 55/113 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 57/113 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 60/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 62/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 63/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 64/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Chapters: 69/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

Promise - Jon Snow x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: You are a Lady from House Tully and Catelyn Starks ward. But you love her husband bastard son Jon and he loves you. Your relationship is a secret, but you don't care. But then Jon makes the decision to go to the Wall.

Warnings: implied first time, fluff, forbidden love

Words: 2.876

Gif not mine

English is not my frist language, so forgive me for my mistakes; not proof read. 

You sit in the warm room and work on a handcraft. Sansa sits next to you and you both listen to the Septa's words. She explains something about housekeeping and numbers to you and Sansa, but you get bored and Sansa also prefers to concentrate on her stitches. Lady lies at your feet, her eyes are closed and she makes a quiet hum every now and then. Arya, fortunately for her, had hidden before the lesson with the Septa began. She's probably wandering around Winterfell or watching her brothers training with their swords. You are jealous of her.

"Septa, can you please tell us something about the Prince?" asks Sansa. Since Lord and Lady Stark shared with you that the royal party are one their way to visit Winterfell Sansa can only think about the golden Prince Joffrey.

"No, you have more important topics to learn my dear child." the Septa answers.

There's a knock on the door and Jon pokes his head in. Sansa rolls her eyes at the sight of her „Bastard-Brother“.

“Excuse me, Lady Stark sent me to get Lady Y/N.” You put your work aside and stand up.

"We will make up for the lesson." says the Septa.

"Of course." You say, but know you won't mind hearing such boring facts again. "Shall we go for a walk with Lady later?" Sansa asks. The Direwolf opens her eyes when she hears her name, but doesn´t move.

"Yes, I'll come straight to you after I've been to your mother." you answer. You are Catelyn Stark's ward, the daughter of a distant cousin of the Tullys. After your mother died giving birth to your brother and your father was called to Kingslanding by King Robert, Catelyn and her family let you in their house and raise you like you are one of them.

Jon closes the door behind you and smiles at you. You both walk through the corridors.

"Do you know what Catelyn wants?"

"Nothing. It was a lie. Do you really thought Catelyn will send me to get you?"

You laugh. "You can´t do things like that." you say but you smile. "It´s dangerous."

"Is it?" he asks, grabs your hips and press you gently against the next wall.

"Jon no." you giggle but then you grab his hand and kiss him, his grip at your hip tightens. Suddenly you hear steps, you and Jon jump apart and he takes two steps back.

"Because of you we will get caught." You say, Jon holds his arm to you, and you rake under it.

"You kissed me My Lady."

"I am sorry my Lord." Jons gaze is a bit sad now and he opens his mouth but you already know what he wants to say.

"I´m not a Lord.” You are faster than him and he smiles. “I know but I don´t care."

"Do you want to go for a ride?" he changes the topic. 

"Of course."

"Good, meet me at the gates." Jon presses a light kiss at your lips and walks down the floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heartbeat. Everytime you see him you have the feeling that your heart jumps out of your chest and in your stomach fly butterflies. You are madly in love with this man and you have the luck that he loves you too. You know it´s dangerous. He is a bastard and you are a Lady. Your Love is forbidden but you don´t care.

You walk through Winterfell, your home, to the gates. Ghost comes to you and nudges his snout into your hand. Behind the gates waits Jon with two horses. You take the reins from him and get on the horse. Jon also gets on his horse and together you ride off into the forest. It´s a bit cold, but you don´t care. You just enjoy the time you spend with Jon.

Jon stops in a clearing. "Let's take a break." You look at him a little confused, you two usually ride for hours through the forests around Winterfell. And it's usually you who ends up barely getting off the horse because your legs are stiff and hurt. Jon gets of his horse and comes to you to help you, but you don´t need his help. You jump from the horseback and land bevor your Lover.

"Not really Ladylike."

"Shut up Snow." you laugh, and he takes your hand in his.

"Usually, your word is my command." he kisses your hand. "But today I have to talk to you."

You look at him worried. "Something happened?" you ask. Jon sighs, taking your hand in one hand and the reins in the other. Then he starts walking, Ghost runs next to you. You're still waiting for an answer. "I spoke to father today. After the king came to visit, he allowed me to go to the wall."

You stop, forcing Jon to stop too.

"What?"

"It has always been my dream to go to the wall."

"You want to put on the black? You want to leave me?" you can´t believe what you´re hearing.

"No! No Y/N of course I don't want to leave you. But father says the king wants him as his hand. There is no other reason why he should travel north otherwise. And then I can't stay here."

"Robb wouldn't send you away."

"Of course not. But you know what Catelyn thinks of me, when father is gone it will only get worse and besides, what else do I have other than the wall?"

Tears come to your eyes. "You have me. But that doesn't seem to be that important to you." you pull your hand away.

"No! Y/N please. Listen to me okay. Please let me explain."

"What do you want to explain? Why you are leaving me? I don´t want to hear it." You say angrily, you don't want him to leave you. "You said you loved me!"

"I love you."

"You don't leave the person you love."

Now tears come to Jon's eyes too. "What choice do I have?"

"You can stay here with me."

"And then? Continue to hide? Continue to meet in secret? Secret kisses and always being afraid of being caught? In the worst-case Catelyn catches us and she will demand my head."

"No she won't! I'll explain to her that we love each other."

"You know her, she will not listen to you."

"Is that what you care about? Is it fear? Do you not want to see me anymore? But please, don´t leave our home."

"I love you! I can't even spend a day away from you without it tearing me up inside." He pulls you towards him and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is full of passion and love and you cling to him like you'll never see him again. You break apart breathless. Jon rests his forehead against yours and looks deep into your eyes.

“Please believe me that I love you and that I don't want to leave you. But I'm a bastard Y/N, there's hardly a place for me in this world. But I will have a place and a task at the Wall."

"I believe you. But I don't understand why you want to leave. You have a place in Winterfell. Your place is at my side. Isn't that enough for you? Am I not enough for you?"

"Of course." Tears run down your cheeks. Jon carefully wipes them away with his thumbs. “But we both know, someday you will leave Winterfell to marry some old Lord. And then I have nothing left. The Wall is my only way out, even if I have to leave you for it. It is better like this, for both of us.“ It feels like he's leaving you already “Please Y/N please don’t be mad at me and try to understand why I have to leave.”

"I'll try it."

"Let's ride back. You have a meeting with Sansa."

"Now I don't feel like walking anymore."

"I'm sorry. But I just wanted to explain my decision to you."

You nod and you head back to Winterfell. You stay silent the whole way back, you have a lot to think about. Shortly before you arrive, you part ways and you are the first to ride into the courtyard of Winterfell. Jon will follow you after a while.

Sansa comes towards you. "There you are." she calls. "We wanted to go for a walk."

"I'm not feeling so well, Sansa." you say, getting off the horse and walking past her. Sansa looks at you a little confused, but she doesn't say anything else.

Your thoughts revolve around Jon and his decision to go to the Wall.

You try to understand why he wants to leave. And even if you don't really want to admit it to yourself, you can understand his reasons.

You walk towards your room when Arya approaches you.

"Hello Y/N." Arya says happily when she sees you.

"Hello little wolf." You say, forcing a smile on your lips for her. "You weren't at the class with the Speta this morning."

"Yes, I managed to escape." laughs Arya.

"You shouldn't neglect your classes."

"I know."

"I won't tell your mother under one condition."

"What do you want?"

"Come with me and read something to me. You read so well, please Arya."

She rolls her eyes. She hates these things, actually she hates everything that has nothing to do with swords and bows. "Fine." she then agrees. The two of you make your way to your room, you take the book you are currently reading and give it to Arya. It's a silly fairy tale about love, but when Arya starts reading you close your eyes and imagine it's your story. Your love story with Jon.

--

And then the day comes. The worst day of your life! Today the royal Party will leave Winterfell and with them Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. Originally you should travel with Lord Stark and his daughters to Kings Landing, but after Bran fell from a tower, you stay behind with Catelyn and Robb. 

You are awake long before the sun will rise, but you couldn´t stay in bed. You get dressed and leave your room. You walk through the corridors up to Jons room. You are not often here, the danger of being caught is far too great, but today nothing matters anymore. You knock at his door, it takes a moment and then he opens the door. He stands in front of you and looks at you in surprise.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

You try to ignore his bare chest and step inside his room.

“I couldn´t sleep and I wanted to say goodbye to you. Before we doesn´t have time for us anymore.” Tears well up in your eyes. You had prayed to the gods that this day will never come, but now there is nothing you can do anymore than watch the love of your life leave.

Jon smiles at you. “I am glade, that you are here, but what if someone sees you?”

“I don´t care.”

“You should.”

“No. Everything I care about is that we only have hours left together.” You reach up to him and kiss his lips.

Jon kisses you back for a second, but than he pulls away. “Y/N.” he sighs and looks at you with sad eyes.

“No. I don´t want to be sad now. Please. We only have a few hours left together. I don´t want to waste them.”

Jon strokes your cheek and smiles. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you. Forever.”

Jon kisses you again, you wrap your arms around his neck. Jon wraps his arms around your body and pulls you closer to him. The kiss is full of love and affection. You know he loves you and he know you love him. Even if your love is forbidden, even if everything speaks against your love. Nobody can take this away form you. Not a King, not a Lord or the Wall.

Your hands run over his bare chest.

His lips move to your neck, and you have to suppress a moan. His touch sets a fire inside you. You know this feeling, Jon has triggered this feeling in you again and again.

His hands roam over your back and then in front and over your arms. Jon pulls away from you, breathing heavily. His eyes sparkle and his lips meet yours again. Just for a second and then he pulls away.

"You have to go."

"Why."

"If you stay any longer, I can't promise anything anymore."

"I don't want you to promise me anything." you kiss him again, this time demanding and passionate. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and Jon groans.

"We can´t." He whispers against your lips and then kisses you again. His hands roam over your body and you get goosebumps all over your body.

"I know what you're afraid of, Jon. But don't worry."

Jon looks at you for a moment. You can see in his face that he is thinking.

And then he kisses you passionately. His hands are all over your body. You snuggle up against him and moan under his touch. "Are you sure?" he asks breathless.

"Yes. I've never been so sure."

You turn around, Jon kisses your neck as he undoes the laces of your dress. It falls to the floor and you shiver.

You've never experienced anything like what you had with Jon that morning. It was loving, tender and beautiful.

You lie together on his bed. The sun rises and you hear the first servants walking across the hallways. Jon’s hand gently strokes your bare shoulder.

"We have to get up." you say.

"I don't want this moment to be over."

"I don't want it either." You turn to him and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Jon.” It's just a whisper in the room, but to you it means everything. No one can take your time with Jon away from you, even if he leaves you today.

“Y/N.” Jon's voice is suddenly serious. "I will travel to the Wall today and I will put on the black. But I want to promise you something. I promise you that we will see each other again." He kisses your forehead and now you can't hold back the tears. "Don't cry my lady."

"I'm trying My." you interrupt yourself. “My Jon.”

--

You stand next to Catelyn in the courtyard to say goodbye to the king and his entourage. And to say goodbye to Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. You hardly dare to look Jon in the eyes. You try to hold back the tears, but you can't quite manage it. A few tears roll down your cheeks, but you can blame it on the fact that you're going to miss Sansa and Arya so much.

The royal party starts moving and Jon also turns his horse towards the gate. But before he leaves Winterfell he turns around again, and your eyes meet. You look into his eyes one last time. He nods slightly at you and smiles. It's a sad smile, but you know what it means. I love you and this farewell isn´t forever. You will see each other again.

The gates close and you stand alone in the courtyard, and for the first time since you have been in Winterfell, you are actually cold. For the first time in your live you feel lonely. Caytlin says something to you, but you don´t hear what she said. You turn around and run into your room. You lock the door behind you and fall weakly onto your bed. Tears immediately stream down your cheeks, and you feel like your heart is tearing apart in your chest. He is gone. He is really gone.

--

The cold wind blows around your ears and you pull the fur collar of your cloak further up. You take a deep breath and ride towards the gate of Castle Black. You stop just before the gate and get off your horse. Your steps slowly carry you forward.

“Who are you?” a strange voice came from behind the gate.

“Lady Y/N, from Winterfell. I want to see Jon Snow.” Your voice trembles, but you´re almost there. You´re almost with him.

It takes a short moment and then the gate open and you can step into the courtyard of Castle Black. A lot of strange man look at you. You look around nervously. Your hair is messy, and your dress is covered in dirt and the hem is soaked in blood. Robbs blood.

“Y/N.” his voice flows through you, you turn around and looks at him. Jon comes down the stairs and runs across the yard to you. Before he even reaches you, tears are running down your cheeks. Finally, he wraps you in his arms again. You take a deep breath. His scent, so familiar and yet so strange, envelops you. For the first time since you left the Twins you feel safe.

“Please never leave me again.” You whisper in his ear.

“Never. I promise.”

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.