Wolfsblood - A Story About Sansay

Sansa is bored

Sansa POV

It had been three days since I had arrived at Winterfell and I was feeling restless. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. Although I could roam the fort freely I still felt like a chained up dog. There was not much to do accept read or do needlework. Although I had once enjoyed crafts it now bored me. Everything bored me. Despite the last months having been tough and often scary I had been somewhat free.  Peter and his men had only spent one night at Winterfell and that evening we had barely spoken a word to each other. Dinner consisted mostly of the men talking about Kingslanding, Wars and other politics. I kept mostly to myself and only spoke when being asked a question. I wasn't shy but I had learned that it was often better to listen than to talk. Words could kill you, my fathers death was proof. Silence only made you invisble. And not beiing the centre of attention for a while was a nice thing.
But one person seemed to notice me. All throughout dinner Ramsay kept staring at me. His eyes seemed to take me apart. Trying to see beyond the surface into my inner dwellings. It made me feel quite uncomfortable. But he only seemed to enjoy that. What a bastard. I was more than glad when dinner was over and I could retreet to my chambers. My sleep was restless and I woke up a few times that night. The next morning I rose early to see Peter off. I huged him goodbye not knowing when or if I would see him ever again. Than before slinging himself on top of his black stalion he drew me close and whispered in my ear "Your a Wolf and don't forget that!" At that point I didn't know what he meant but I would soon come to find out that these words were the most important advice he could have ever given me. I watched the group of men ride of into the distance and when they had fully vanished from my eyesight it hit me like a rock, I Sansa Stark, was now truly alone.

Alone and bored. I had no one to talk to. Roose was mostly in meetings and Ramsay out doing what not. But I hadn't been expecting them to seek my company and I wasn't longing for it either. I had to handmaidens. Cylla was a plain blond girl who didn't talk much and the other, well she was the sort of girl you encountered every day in Kings Landing. Nice and all smiles but once you weren't around ghastly and treacherous. Her name was Myranda and as soon as I set eyes on her I knew she was trouble. I soon came to find out that she was sleeping with Ramsay. I have to admit she was very beautiful but a maid nonetheless. But maids can be dangerouse to and I knew that I had to get rid of her, didn't matter how. This was my home and Ramsay was to be my husband. Eventhough I couldn't fathom any kind feelings towards him he was mine and I wouldn't let amyone come between us. Especially not a little hoe like her.

So that night I decided to go out for a midnight ride. I knew that neither Roose or Ramsay would let me leave Winterfell unacompanied. But that was exactly what I wanted. I just wanted to roam the countryside on my horse and feel free again. So I devised a plan. I sent Cylla to fetch me some clothes. A pair of trousers a shirt and cape. When she heard my demands a look of surprise crossed her face but stayed silent and just hurried off. I met her half an hour later down at the stables where my horse had already been readied by one of the stable boys. In a quite corner Cylla helped me change into the mens clothes. I had never worn trousers before and to be honest  they where much more comfortable than then the big dresses I was forced  to wear. Cylla stuffed my dress into a large sack she had  brought with her and gave me a small leather bag containing some bread, cheese, sausage and a flask of wine. I thanked her and handed her a few coins making her promise to speak no word to no one. She promised and scuttled away. The stable boy helped me mount my horse. He was no more than 14 years old. He had scruffy blond hair and big brown eyes which lit up when I placed two coins in his hand. He bowed down thanked me and told me his lips where sealed. Then he spoke three words which I would come to hear often durying the next few weeks at Winterfell. "The North Remembers".
With that sentence still echoeing in my head I rode off through the gates, past the unknowing guards and into the night.