Silver Stag

Retreat

[Narrow Sea]

As the remainder of the army of the living were forced to abandon Winterfell and flee to the sea, they were met with a difficult decision: who would be left behind and who would be sent to fight for the living's survival. The answer was clear: those who could not fight would be left behind, divided between Driftmark, Dragonstone, and Highgarden, as the wights could not swim and would be unable to follow them, and the three tall fortified walls of Highgarden, each one bigger than the last, that they hoped would be enough to ensure the survival of the vulnerable inhabitants.

Sansa Stark, despite her protests from her brother Jon, insisted on boarding one of the ships bound for the Capital. She knew that she couldn't fight, not like her siblings and their friends. But she also knew that she couldn't just sit idly by while her family and her home were in danger. She had to do something, had to be a part of the fight in her own way. Her determination impressed even the most hardened of the Northern soldiers that knew her family, who could see that she was not the scared little girl she once was.

"I'm coming with you to King's Landing," she told Jon, her voice firm.

Jon was taken aback by Sansa's determination. He knew she had been through a lot at the hands of the Lannisters and the Boltons, and he respected her bravery. But he also knew that the journey to King's Landing would be fraught with danger, and he didn't want to put her in harm's way.

Jon looked at her, his face a mixture of surprise and concern. "Sansa, you can't," he said. "It's too dangerous."

"I know," she replied. "But I can't just stay here. I have to do something to help."

Jon sighed, knowing that he couldn't argue with her. "Alright," he said. "But you have to promise me that you'll be careful."

Sansa nodded, her resolve strengthening. She knew that she would have to be careful, not just for her own sake, but for the sake of her family and her home. There were so few Starks left because of the War.

"I'll be careful," she said. "Besides, Brienne is in the Capital, and she should have found Arya. She's sworn to protect us, and she'll make sure I don't come to harm."

As they set off for King's Landing, Sansa knew that she had another motive for going. She had to confront Littlefinger about his involvement in starting the War of the Five Kings. She had discovered that he was behind the chaos that had consumed the Seven Kingdoms, and now she had the chance to make him pay.

As the ships set sail, the division was made: those who could not fight were sent to the designated safe zones, while the soldiers boarded the ships to make their way to the Capital. The journey was long and perilous, with obstacles along the way that slowed the dead and gave the living a chance to escape.

The passengers were filled with a mix of emotions, from fear to determination to grief. But as they looked out at the waves, they knew that they were all in this together, and that they would have to rely on each other if they were to survive the journey ahead.

The ships carrying the wounded and the non-combatants split off from the main fleet, bound for Dragonstone, Driftmark, and Highgarden. These lands would serve as temporary hospitals and refugee centers, providing shelter and care for those who could not fight.

The remaining fighters, led by Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen and their loyal advisors, pressed on towards Capital, determined to reach the Red Keep and rally the loyalist forces of the realm. They knew that Cersei and Littlefinger, with their cunning and resources, could be powerful allies in the fight against the Night King. If they agreed to aid them. Which, if they wished for themselves and those they care about to live, they should.