A Shadow and a Wolf

Sansa XXI

The pain was great in Sansa's right hand after she slapped the man in the face. He had threatened to kill her uncle, her mother's brother, so she had to put an end to it. She had allowed her anger to guide her and instead of stopping him with words, she stopped him with her fists. That was the first time she did it. Sansa turned to look on her left. A man all dirty with dust and mud was looking with an astonished look.

"Cat?" Then his mouth opened and his eyes widened. "Sansa? It's you?"

"Arghhhhh! Dirty bitch! I'm going to kill her." The man she just slapped had come back on his feet and was now walking toward her with an angry look, but before he could approach her enough with his knife, a sword appeared at his throat.

"One more step, and you die." Brienne's voice wasn't as angry as the man's voice, but it was much more threatening with a sword on his throat. The man stopped and laughed as he looked at Brienne. Sansa recognized from his general appearance that he was a Frey. She saw enough of Cleos, Tion, Red Walder and Tywin Frey at Casterly Rock to recognize any Frey at first sight.

"What's this? An ugly woman or a man who looks like a woman?"

"This is Lady Brienne of Tarth." Tyrion intervened. "She was sworn to Catelyn Stark before your family murdered her, and now she serves her daughter. And you just threatened her daughter. Her daughter who just happens to be my wife."

The Frey looked at Tyrion, but Sansa couldn't see his expression. However, another man with limping legs approached Tyrion at this moment. He was a Frey as well. "Lord Tyrion. We didn't know you were coming."

"Yes, it's quite obvious. Since you're limping, I suppose you are Lame Lothar Frey."

"At your service, my lord."

"I don't want your service, and I don't need it. The last time I met someone like you who murdered children, I sent him to the Wall, though I would rather order my men to cut you in half this time." The smile on the man's face faded as quickly as he had appeared. Tyrion turned to his men. "Have Lord Edmure bathed and fed. And untie him."

"Wow!" The other Frey who threatened to kill Sansa's uncle tried to walk toward Tyrion, only to be stopped again by Brienne's sword. He tried to duck it but Brienne knocked him on the ground. Tyrion walked to the man sitting in the mud. He towered him in their positions. Bronn unsheathed his sword and put it on the man's throat.

"You were saying?" the sellsword asked.

Tyrion looked intently to the Frey. "Who are you? I don't have the pleasure to know your name."

It was Lothar Frey who answered. "It's my brother. Walder Rivers."

Sansa looked at this man closely. Walder Rivers, a bastard son of Walder Frey, also known as Black Walder, was the man who killed her mother at the Red Wedding. Sansa also knew Lothar Frey was the one to plunge a knife in Robb's wife while she was with child. These two men were right here, before her, alive and well, while her mother and her brother were dead. Sansa wanted to order Brienne to kill them both.

"Then you're lucky this is not Lady Brienne who's pointing the sword at you. Or else you would probably be dead, bastard." Black Walder tried to stand up when Tyrion called him a bastard, but Bronn's sword prevented him from doing so. Tyrion turned his head away from the man lying on the ground, but Bronn kept his sword near his throat. He talked in Lothar's direction. "I'm here by the king's command to take back this castle. The siege is now under my command. And I command you to go back to your camp and to never appear in this camp unless I say otherwise. Bring your brother and all your men with you. None of your men is to ever enter this camp without my leave. If they do, I'll let my wife decide their fate. And considering how you treated her family when they were your guests, I wouldn't expect her to be merciful if I were you."