The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Disappear

"Jon!" Natari cried as he and the other men slowly pulled through the gates of Castle Black.

Jon looked half dead, covered in dirt and blood. This eyes were also distant and sad. Yet still he hugged his sister tightly. "We almost lost everything, then the knights from the Vale came... with Sansa?" 

"We weren't going to let you men have all the fun. It looks like it was a good thing as well..." Natari smiled as she brushed Jon's hair back.

Suddenly, her eyes were pulled in another direction. A cart had been pulled through the gates, and lay in it was the lifeless body of Sandor Clegane.

"No!" she cried and quickly pulled away from Jon as she ran past Davos and Jaqen straight to him.

"He's still alive Natari," Davos called out as she leapt onto the cart and touched his face.

"Get him inside. He can take my room. NOW!" she screamed at anyone listening.

As Natari tended to Sandor, Jon and Davos took their captive and threw him into a cell.

"You will not die today Ramsay Snow. I think my sister's may want to speak with your first," Jon smiled coldly as he slammed the iron rod cell shut.

Later that evening, as the winter sunset into the sky, Natari was making her away across the courtyard. She had not left Sandors side once but she needed some air after watching the healers fix his bones.

"Sansa?" Natari smiled softly as she saw her sister staring at the cell's doorway.

"He's in there. He's in there right now, alive. After everything he did to me, they'll just hang him, a quick death for that monster!" she hissed without looking to Natari.

"Then why don't you give him the death he deserves?" she whispered as Ghost came to her side and nuzzled her hand.

"How?" 

"Follow me, sweet sister."

Sansa held tightly onto her hand as they walked past each cell, finally they found Ramsay, covered in his own shit and blood.

"Hello Sansa," Ramsay announced when she reached the cell.

Quickly, Natari stood next to her, letting Bolton know she was not alone.

"And the bastards sister. I guess our time together had come to an end... But that's alright, I'm apart of you now".

Natari looked to Sansa and nodded and slowly, she let go if her sister's hand and walked two steps closer to the monster she had once feared. "Your words will disappear, your house will disappear, your name will disappear, all memory of you will disappear".

Suddenly, Ghost began to growl at the man in front of them. "Sister, show him how a Direwolf can make anything disappear," Sansa smiled.

"Ghost," Natari hissed.

Natari knew that Sansa would want to watch the massacre, but that was because right now she was hurting, it would do her no help in the future. So taking her hand, Natari and Sansa left Ghost to his Bolton Dinner. Back in the courtyard, Natari found Jaqen waiting for her. Sansa had politely nodded at him and then her sister, before leaving to make her way back inside.

"It is a good thing a girl has a fierce sister to protect her," Jaqen smiled.

"How are you?" Natari smiled.

"I survived, although I am concerned as to where we are supposed to sleep after you gave our room to the man you love".

"Jaqen..." she sighed.

"A man sees the way a woman looks at another, and a man understands her better than she thinks".

"He does not want me Jaqen".

"A woman should not be stupid, she is no longer a girl".

"I'm sorry and thankful for you. I hope you know that." 

"A man will always be close, although a woman will not see him.... good luck Natari" he whispered the last part as he took her hands one last time before walking away and through the gates of Castle Black.

Natari knew she would not find sleep that night, so sat by Sandor's bed, placing her head on his chest so she could listen to his faded breathing until the light of the next morning broke through the room.

As everyone broke their fast the next morning, Natari finally left Sandor for a short while.

"Brienne, I need your loyalty!" Natari whispered the next morning as flopped down on the bench next to her friend.

"You have it already... what is wrong?"

"Little finger has somehow managed to worm his way back into Sansa's life. If it has not been for him she would have never ended up under the control of the Boltons. I need you to keep a very close eye on them. Be at her side always, never let him have a moment alone with her".

"Of course."

"I would do-"

"Natari, you have enough to deal with already. Let me do this for you, I will not let you down" Brienne interrupted.

"I know Brienne. I am thankful for your friendship, truly".

"As am I" she smiled.

Over the next two days, still, Sandor had not woken up. He had broken several ribs and damaged his head. The maesters said he would wake eventually, but Natari could still not sleep. On the third night, Natari had become mad in her emotions through the little sleep. Sat on her little stool by his bed, she grabbed his hands and sobbed.

"Please, I beg the seven, the Father, the Mother, the Maiden, the Crone, the Warrior, the Smith, and the Stranger. The old and the Red. Please do not take Sandor from me. I cannot, will not love another again. Please do not take that away. Please!"