Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Twenty-Six: Lord Eddard Stark

Sanira stared out of the window and took a deep breath as she thought about her dream from the night before, it had played over and over in her mind and it had left her feeling uneasy. 

It had been horrible dreaming of her good-father's death and Sanira had wished more than once that Robb had been here to reassure her; she missed her husband at this time and she hated he was so far away. 

News had reached Winterfell that Robb was in the Riverlands right now with his army and Sanira was still disappointed to hear that her father was refusing to take any actions. 

Sanira couldn't help but wonder what was going on back home, she had not heard a word from her parents and it worried her; even her brothers seemed to be writing less since Robb had marched South. 

"We have people like you where I am from," Osha said snapping Sanira out of her thoughts, she had been watching the woman from a distance and hadn't been able to help herself. 

She had never thought that the Southerns had people like her in the lands, it was a surprise to find that they weren't so different from her own people. 

Sanira turned to look at Osha confused wondering what the other woman was taking about; she hadn't really spoken to her before since things had been a little tense. 

"People like me?" Sanira asked confused about what Osha meant, she didn't know that much about wildlings but she was pleased that Osha seemed to have accepted her life in Winterfell. 

It had worried Sanira for a time that she would maybe do something to strike back at being taken hostage after the attack on Bran but nothing had happened. 

Osha carefully moved closer, she still wore the chains that she had been put in on her arrival but she sensed that would change sooner rather later.

"Seers, my lady..." Osha murmured carefully, she had heard Sanira explain her dream from the night before and she had a feeling that it was going to come trouble; especially after speaking with Aiana. 

This had been happening to Sanira for years and Osha wondered why no one had talked to her about what she was going through; seers were prized where she came from because they were an early warning system to defend against another clan's attack. 

Sanira stared taken back by what Osha had said, she had only heard of seers in the books that her septa had once read to her; she hadn't thought that they were real in anyway. 

Maester Luwin stepped into the room, he paused sensing that he was disturbing something and clutched at the letter that had just arrived by raven; he was sure that Sanira would want to hear about this. 

"I am sorry to disturb you my lady... but there is news from King's Landing," Maester Luwin said, he wasn't sure how he would break the news to everyone else but as Lady of Winterfell it was only right that Sanira was the first to hear it. 

Osha peeked at the Maester, she wasn't sure why he had chosen now to interrupt but she guessed that he hadn't done it on purpose; he looked unhappy and she guessed it wasn't good news. 

"We shall speak later, Osha," Sanira said firmly wanting to learn more about what Osha was talking about, she was curious and she hoped that Osha wouldn't mind her asking questions. 

Osha nodded her head before leaving the room, she moved to find Bran sure that he would have more interesting dreams to tell her about.

Maester Luwin waited until Osha was gone before he moved forward, he didn't know what to think of this devastating news and he feared what would come next.

"What is it?" Sanira asked fearing what Joffrey might have done now, she couldn't imagine what was happening with Sansa and Arya while Eddard was locked in the dungeons awaiting Joffrey's judgement. 

Maester Luwin didn't breathe a word as he stepped forward and handed the letter to Sanira, he couldn't imagine what this could mean and he dreaded to think of the times to come. 

Carefully opening the letter up, Sanira felt her stomach drip at the news that lay inside; she gasped almost glad that she was already sitting down. 

Her dream had come true and she almost didn't know how to feel about that, Sanira read the letter several times unable to believe that Joffrey had been so stupid to have Eddard executed with a Northern army marching his way. 

It made her wonder how confident her cousin was about his ability to win this fight; he had never had the strongest mind when it came to war-fare according to her older brother. 

"I will tell Brandon and Rickon," Maester Luwin murmured not sure how the two boys would react to the news that their father had been put to death for treason against the new King. 

He didn't like this and he feared what course of action Robb would take now that his father was dead, there was no chance that the Lannisters would just hand Sansa and Arya back to their family. 

It almost didn't seem real that this was happening and it set Maester Luwin on edge since he recalled Sanira's ramblings when she woke from her dreams. 

They had all been leading to this and her dream that night had seen Eddard been executed, Maester Luwin couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to Sanira's dreams. 

"No. I shall do it," Sanira whispered looking to Maester Luwin, she wanted to be the one to break the news that their father was gone; it was going to be bad enough that they had lost him as it was.

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Rickon stared up at Sanira as she broke the news that their father had been executed for treason by King Joffrey; big fat tears leaked from his blue eyes at the news that nothing would be the same again. 

Sanira was careful as she spoke not wanting to reveal her own fears to the boys when they were still too young to truly know what was happening away from Winterfell.

It seemed so unfair that their family was being ripped apart by people that had little care for anyone else but themselves and Sanira cursed the day that Robert had come North and asked Eddard to be his Hand. 

Bran was silent while Sanira talked, he had known something like this was going to happen and he couldn't believe that he had hoped that things would return to normal. 

"Take me to my room Hodor," Bran demanded unable to hear any more of what Sanira was saying, he wished to be alone and grieve for his lost after what had happened. 

Hodor spared a glance to Sanira, who gave him a nod to do as Bran had ordered; she was upset that he wished to leave while she was talking but she understood. 

Picking Bran up, Hodor quickly carried the little lord out of the room and away from Sanira and Rickon; he didn't look back as he went unable to bare it another moment. 

Rickon sniffled before throwing his hands around Sanira, he wept into her stomach as she brushed her fingers through his curls and wished softly to him. 

This was not what they had wanted to happen and Sanira feared even more what would happen now; she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and prayed Robb would be alright. 

They were going to be parents one day and Sanira couldn't bring herself to dream that their baby might never get to meet his or her father because of a war. 

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Author's Note:

OMG. That Season Finale. What did we all think?