Game of Thrones Season 8

Episode 1: Winterfell

WINTERFELL

She missed the greenery. She missed running in the grass, picking beautiful flowers from the meadows. Laying underneath the weirwood tree by the nice pond with Jeyne. Winter was bleak. Winter was cold. Winter was dreadful. Winter was deadly.

The last time it was remotely green was the Battle of the Bastards, which was a day she didn't enjoy thinking about. It had its moments however.

Now with winter here they were facing many threats to their lives. Food shortages, the White Walkers, simply freezing to death. They not only had to feed the entire North, but also the greatest army the world has ever seen and two full grown dragons.

How Jon expected this of her was absolutely ridiculous and thus she had found herself on top of the walls. A place she had found herself frequenting more and more these past few days. She would find herself simply watching the world outside, the snow falling, the wind ruffling the leaves of the trees, the sun setting as it glowed over the mountain tops before finally descending completely behind it.

All the world would pull away and she couldn't hear anything, but even if she was paying attention she doubts she would've heard her young sister Arya approaching. She only noticed her once she had entered her peripheral vision and looked out at the field with her.

They entered a comfortable silence which Sansa knew wouldn't last, it was Arya who was standing next to her now. Her sister scanned the field, her eyes flitting back and forth between directions and Sansa could tell she was getting more and more bored by the second.

She finally broke and couldn't stop herself from speaking. "How do you do this for hours at a time each day?"

"I'm starting to wonder the same thing," she responded. And she was, what brought her up here every day? There was nothing particularly interesting to see. Just snow and trees and the North, her home.

Oh.

That was why she found herself here. Every day that passed meant one day closer to the day Daenerys Targaryen marched into the North with her forces. Soon enough this wouldn't only be theirs but they would be ruled by the south again. They had the North back for a time and then it was given right back to the south. She didn't know this woman, she could only go off of the one letter that Jon had sent about her and it wasn't much. And then one day she receives a raven detailing that he had bent the knee without even asking for her opinion on the matter.

She couldn't go into meeting this Daenerys Targaryen with blind trust. She had blindly trusted others before and all that had brought was pain. And she was not particularly interested in anymore.

She knew Jon wasn't a naive fool but he hadn't been around the people she had. No matter how kind the deed there was always some hidden agenda behind it, something they wanted in return. And whatever Daenerys Targaryen wanted in return she would need to earn it.

"They're only a day away," Arya spoke evenly, breaking Sansa from her thoughts.

"Yes they are," she responded. While Arya attempted to keep an even face she saw the way her eyes lit up and she knew exactly why as she was also excited to see Jon again, but maybe not quite as excited as Arya. It was nice to see the remnants of her young sister behind the visage of the cold hearted killer she's become.

"What do you think of the Dragon Queen?" Arya asked.

I'm scared of her, partially grateful, want to keep her in her place when she arrives, she thought. "I think we should be wary," she said instead.

"Don't worry, if she tries anything I'll slit her throat," Arya said evenly with no signs of her jesting in her eyes.

"Yes, you simply have to get past two full grown dragons," Sansa said attempting to lighten the mood.