All I Had Of You

Chapter 2

Somehow Shae kept her promise. Late in the night a few weeks after discovering Sansa's pregnancy, and only weeks before it would've become known to all, she quietly slipped her mistress down through the depths of the Red Keep and out to a wagon that was waiting on the beach. A thin eastern looking man was at the reins. Sansa stopped in fear when she saw him.

"It's alright, Love." Shae reassured her. "He's a friend."

The man climbed down from his seat to help Sansa into the back of the wagon. The floor and been packed with soft straw and covered with blankets, Sansa suspected at Shae's insistence. Shae bid the young mother to be to lie down and covered her with another large blanket. "You'll be fine. Try to sleep," Shae smiled at her as she drew the blanket loosely over her head to hide her.

Sansa tried to rest, she wanted to. As her baby grew she found that fatigue seemed to be her constant companion.  She had only recently begun to feel the little twinges of movement inside her that told her the baby was well, and happy, and growing. The jostling of the wagon must not have been to her child's liking, and she began to feel more tiny flutters as they traveled away into the night. She gently traced circles on her growing belly to comfort her child and to calm herself.

"It's alright Precious One." She looked at her stomach and silently mouthed. "We're safe. No one will take you from me." She told herself. A tear found its way down her cheek as she thought of how wonderful it would be to spend this time with her baby's father. She wished for it to have been his hands that caressed her growing frame, and his words that soothed them both.

"Oh Sandor. "Where are you?" " Sansa whipered to the night before finally finding sleep.
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Hundreds of miles away Sandor Clegane lay in the dark on the cold ground listening to Arya Stark recite her blasted kill list for what seemed the hundredth time.  His ears were filled with her babbling, but his mind and his heart were filled with thoughts of her sister. How could he have left her in that place all alone? He hated himself for what he had done. For taking the gift she so willingly offered, and then retreating in the night. He had begun to think that maybe the fear he had seen in her eyes that night had nothing to do with him. She had sufffered so much. Her life had been fear for so long, naturally his lovely Little Bird would question every option set before her. Regret had become his constant mood. He saw her sweet face in every thought that passed through his mind. He heard her voice on the wind, and her touch still tingled on his skin.

Only after he was certain the youngest Stark girl was asleep on her bed roll did he allow himself to sit upright and peer at the stars. Sometimes it helped to think that Sansa was somewhere beneath the same sky, but not much. She had declared her love for him, and he had not believed her. How could he have been so senseless. He had abandoned her to a fate he did not want to imagine. He wondered if she even thought if him. If he turned now, raced Stranger back to Kings Landing, and stormed its very walls with his bare hands, would she go with him or laugh in his face? He was certain the kind of gift she offered, a life with her, would not be bestowed twice. 'You're a fool, Clegane.'  Sandor told himself. He was sure he would never see Sansa Stark again. He longed to be with her. He had loved her from the first moment he had clamped eyes on her at Winterfell. He would love her until the day he died.

"Oh Little Bird." His voice rasped breathlessly into the night. "I'm so sorry!"