She took off her clothes quickly, because no matter how hot her room was, as soon as her skin was answered, the cold went through her, and it was impossible to get him out of her.
She mentally reviewed what was done that day and what she would have to do the next day.
They had solved the problem of grain and its storage, and had also killed a few turkeys, which would feed the castle inhabitants, for the next week. The distribution of bread, wine and water was controlled, and they had not had a visit from anyone, nor the arrival of any crow asking for help in the last 5 days. She allowed herself to breathe deeply that night, knowing that everyone in charge of her, she would sleep warm that night, with a full belly and with prospects of doing the same as the next few days.
She put the heavy woolen clothes in the trunk and slipped on her nightgown, followed by her heavy woolen robe. When she was tying it around her waist, there was a knock on the door.
- This is Agnes, Milady ... I brought you your tea.
- Come in, come in ...
Her personal maid opened the door and entered, quickly, so that the warmth of the room would not be lost. She put the tray on the table that served as her lady's personal desk, and went over to her.
- Are you fine? ... Do you want me to add more wood to the fire? ...
Sansa shook her head, as she took the cup of hot tea between her hands and brought it to her mouth.
The taste of cinnamon, lemon balm, and hot peppermint from her made her close her eyes as it moved down her throat and relaxed her.
She had been very restless for a few days, with vivid and unsettling dreams, which did not let her sleep well ... and after speaking with the Castle's Master, he had recommended that she take an infusion like that, every night before going to bed .
It was true that her nervous feeling had diminished, but her dreams kept coming to her, one day yes, and another as well.
In some of them, she saw herself, alone, fighting against the army of the night, which in the form of a great snowfall has just buried Winterfell, without her being able to do anything to prevent it. In others, she watched as Ramsey turned into a human spoil, entered her room and forced her and tortured her again, screaming that she would always be his and no one else's.
She woke up with her heart racing, clutching the sheets ... and screaming the name of her only possible savior. Sandor.
Sansa opened her eyes and put the cup back on the wooden tray.
-No, Agnes, it's not necessary ... Everything is fine ...- Sansa cleared her throat and continued talking -... Have they burned all the furniture? .- she asked, interested.
It was an issue that Sansa had long wanted to settle.
Anges nodded.
- Yes my Lady. There's nothing left. The last armchairs were burned last week ... Do you want something else to be done in those rooms?
"If it were up to me, I'd burn them all" .- Sansa thought furiously.
The rooms that Ramsey once occupied had been closed tight, at the time that Sansa and Jon recovered Winterfell. All those places, those furniture, brought back horrible memories.
When she returned from the South, knowing that all those places should be used again, she decided to start removing the furniture and burning it, replacing it with others ... That furniture had helped to warm the people of the castle until then ... While she was thinking this, she answered Agnes.
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Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)
Fanfiction... what if the Hound had not died when consummating his revenge?" Sansa and Sandor
