Sansa had a secret.
At the change of every season, a beautiful stranger would visit her in the woods. It was a promise made long ago, one that kept her going back into the forest in search of him every day.
Only at the change of the seasons could...
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Sansa sat against the tree, thinking back to the previous weeks. It had been a blur.
She stared at the empty tree in front of her, where he would be sitting across against in just a few hours.
Slowly, she closed her eyes, smiling as she reflected on Warren's words.
"You can stay. Don't worry about anything. You can stay here for as long as you like." Sansa breathed in a deep sigh of relief, letting the warmth of the sun, shine down on her.
She frowned at the dark clouds overhead that were threatening that warmth. A burst of wind flew past her- an ominous sign for an approaching storm.
She had met him before in rain. It worried her now because meetings like those usually didn't last long. He ended up leaving early, shaking his head in concern at the fact that he was making her stand in the rain. He worried about her health- that she would get sick.
She wanted to laugh at him now and say that she knew what to do if that happened. She knew how to heal herself if she ever caught a fever or fell prey to a number of illnesses.
But he never would listen. To make sure she left, he would leave.
Whenever it rained, he didn't stay long.
"Go away," she looked up at the sky, frowning at the stubborn clouds.
"Urgh, please. I have so much to tell him," she shook her head at the sky, watching it only grow darker before her very eyes.
She did have much to tell him.
She didn't know how to talk about her meeting with Jacob or the pack's threat. She didn't know how to let him know about those events, so she carefully had spoken around them, detailing her life as if it had never occurred.
She knew he was aware of her omittance. As if he was aware that she was leaving a key part of her story out for him to not hear.
But something about it caused a bitter taste to come to her mouth when she tried to even start with what had happened. She felt guilty for not telling him.
But also relief.
As if the clouds were listening in on her thoughts, the first few drops of rain began to fall.
Sansa held up her hand, sighing.
She knew better than to curse such a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Rain was something that contained life. She should have known better than to wish it away.
Soon she was soaked, her clothes sticking closely to her. She sighed again, wishing the tree she was under could provide more protection.
And then he was there.
She gasped at the suddenness of his appearance.
But then smiled when she took in the disapproving look on his face.
