Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

SANSA

Brienne of Tarth and Podrick Payne arrived in the morning.

"Riverrun is gone," Brienne said getting off her horse. "Jaime Lannister took it."

Sansa Stark smiled. "It doesn't matter. We got back our home."

"The odds must have been on your side. You didn't have much force, did you?"

Sansa shook her head. "Baelish and the Knights of the Vale came to the rescue halfway through the battle."

A muddled expression could be seen on Brienne's face. "But I thought there was bad blood between you and Littlefinger."

"He responded to my call," Sansa stated. "Ramsay's dogs would have been devouring on our bones if it wasn't for him."

Brienne shrugged and marched to the castle to unpack.

The winds blew harsh and cold in the night. Sansa made her way towards the crypts to light the candles of the dead as she did every night.

As she was lighting her aunt's candle, she heard a noise. Turning around, she saw a lanky figure staring at her. The light from her candle reflected on his face. "You?"

Petyr Baelish smirked. "Praying for the dead won't bring them back."

Sansa looked daggers at him. "Have you been spying on me?"

"Those days are long gone. I'm a completely loyal person now."

"I don't believe you."

"Are all the Starks this brooding? Just like your father, you don't have any sense of humour."

"How dare you..."

Baelish looked at the statues and sighed. "They all perished so quickly. Ned, Cat, Robb, Rickon, Bran..."

"Bran isn't dead!" she yelled back. "I know he is out there!"

Petyr scoffed. "Oh, you never know."

Her head was throbbing with anger. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "What do you want?"

"I have an offer. You won't like it much but your brother will." He started walking towards the exit. "We'll meet in the Lord's chambers."

She arrived in Jon's chambers after a while. Littlefinger was already there. Her brother was immersed in a letter.

"The Freys are gone?" Jon asked as Sansa sat down.

"Not all of them," Baelish told him. "Emmon Frey still rules Riverrun. But his nephew Clistar took a huge chunk of his army and marched to claim the Twins. He has formed his own independent kingdom."

"Clistar?" Jon asked. "I've never heard of him."

"Neither had I. But there are many Freys you haven't heard of," Baelish said.

"So what is your offer?" Jon questioned.

"Now that Clistar is not loyal to anyone, we negotiate with him and support his claim. In return, he gives us his army. Another useful addition against the White Walkers."

"So when shall I meet him?" Jon Snow asked.

"There is one problem. The Freys are not very open minded people. They still think of you as a... uh..."

Jon nodded. "I understand."

Littlefinger let out a sigh of relief. "So who better than Ned Stark's trueborn daughter to seal our alliance."

Sansa had not spoken a word till then. She pounded her fist on the table. "No!"

Jon was nonplussed. "What's amiss?"

"They killed Robb!" Sansa fumed. "And my mother! I would rather die than fighting at their side!"

"Clistar Frey didn't!" Baelish argued. "And the ones who did are already dead!"

Sansa gave him a dirty look. "This is another one of your filthy schemes, isn't it? Are you going to sell me just like the you sold me to Ramsay?"

"I'm not asking you to marry him," Littlefinger said in a soft voice. "You are the only one who can win him over. The last hope against this coming storm."

"He's right," Jon told her. "We have to cast aside our differences and work as a team." He took her hand. "When the White Walkers arrive, it won't matter who's an enemy or who's a friend. It will be a fight of the living against the dead."

Sansa nodded stiffly. "What if someone tries to strangle me in my sleep?"

Jon chuckled. "They won't. And even if they tried, Brienne will be there to protect you."

She saw Baelish frown at the mention of Brienne's name but she felt glad.

"Well, it's settled then!" Jon said. "I'll arrange for your travels."

"I owe you," Petyr said getting up. "We leave tomorrow." He marched out of the room.

Sansa walked towards the door and glanced at Jon who was scribbling something onto a parchment. She stared at him for a long time. He did not look up once.

Sansa left the room.