The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Dead

Natari, Sandor and Arya continued on the journey to the tower of the Freys for another week. Each night they would make camp wherever possible and once Arya was finally asleep, Natari and her Hound would spend the night making love underneath the stars.

"We'll be reaching the towers by nightfall," Sandor announced as they continued on their journey.

"I cannot wait to see mother and Robb!" Arya gushed.

Neither Sandor or Natari had discussed what would happen when they reached their destination. Sandor feared the young woman would leave him, return to her family and forget about the dog she proclaimed to love. Natari worried about how her family would react to him, but more importantly, how she would then go on to save Sansa.

Meanwhile, at the towers, Lord Walder Frey was welcoming the King in the North to his home. "My honored guests, we welcome you within my walls and at my table. I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven".

Rob felt uneasy about returning to them, especially after he had gone against his vow to marry one of his daughters. In turn, marrying a young nurse he had met on the battlefield. In order to mend any potential damage, Robb explained that his uncle Edmure Tully would take the hand of one of Walders daughters. Thankfully, Lord Walder agreed to the exchange and announced that tonight a wedding would be held in his great hall.

Both Robb and his mother had no idea of the revenge that the old Lord had planned for them.

On the outskirts of the Towers, Natari, Sandor and Arya finally reached their destination as the sun had just set into the sky. "Me and you need to talk girl. I need to know what happens once you find this Kingly brother of yours" Sandor grunted.

"We can discuss this later Sandor. I must first get my sister to safety. I promise you though, you have my love. Nothing will change that," she tried to reassure him as they approached the tower gates.

"What in the sevens!" Natari gasped as she leaped off her horse.

The gates to the tower were open and inside the courtyard, the Frey men were cutting down the Northern men with no mercy.

"Natari!" Arya cried as they saw a group of Frey men carrying the beheaded body of their brother Robb. They had attached the head of his dire wolf to his body and paraded him around with laughter.

Natari at first was in complete shock. From what they had heard, their brother was to marry one of the Frey girls. How could this have happened, and were was Lady Stark? With the image of Robb lifeless body in her head, Natari charged forth, leaving Sandor holding back Arya. She could hear Sandor shouts for her, but she was too focused. To filled with rage to turn around and she picked up a sword from the ground and charged into the tower.

Outside, the fighting carried on as Arya began to sob uncontrollably in Sandors arms. He knew he had to get the little lady away, if one of the Freys was to notice her, they would be as good as dead. He couldn't do that and go after Natari at the same time though. He had to chose.

Natari had sliced down countless men by the time we reached the great hall. Inside she found more bloodshed and lifeless bodies. At the top of the hall, Lord Walder Frey sat in his great chair chewing on a turkey leg. Laughing as he looked around the room at his dead guests. It took the old man some time until he finally noticed Natari, but eventually he did.

"Who are you girl?" He called out.

"I am Natari Snow, your Lord,"

"Snow you say. Bastard born ay? Well, be gone with you," he chuckled as she began to walk up the length of the great hall.

"Well, not really. Would you like to know a secret, my Lord? One only two people alive know?" she stared at the man before she suddenly noticed Lady Starks dying body on the ground next to her.

"Go on then child. I'll entertain it,"

"My mother was a stark, but my father. My father was a dragon,"

"Oh really?" The old Lord laughed harshly.

"Yes, and do you know what you are my Lord?" Natari smiled this time as she reached him.

"What's that then girl?"

Without answering, Natari quickly whipped out her sword and slashed it against the old man throat. "You are dead".

Natari had wanted to watch as the blood and life spilt out of the disgusting old man, but she heard a cough that caught her attention.

"My lady?" she cried as she suddenly fell to Lady Starks side.

"Boltons. They did this," she coughed with blood.

"I will make them pay. I have Arya, she is safe. Once I have saved Sansa, I will make them pay. All them will pay!" she continued to cry as tears rolled down her cheeks and she held Lady Starks dying body in her arms.

"I am sorry, child".