Sansa had grown inexplicably frightened when her sister left. She didn't know if she was afraid that something was going to happen or if she was afraid nothing would happen.
She sat fidgeting as Sandor peered to the gaps between the boarded up windows. She jumped when he spoke.
"We need a lantern."
He walked away from the windows and started looking through the small house. Sansa thought to be helpful and stood just as Sandor was passing. He stopped turning to face her thinking she was going to address him.
Sansa straightened her back. "I will look upstairs." she quickly left the room not willing to wait for the awkwardness to pass.
When she reached the top of the stairs she took a deep breath. Sandor took the air out of her. She opened the first door on her right. The room was entirely bare, the window had been left uncovered. She approached it then thought again about peering out.
Before she could look through the second room she heard Sandor yell that he had found one. She continued anyway.
When she opened the second door she recoiled in horror backing into the far wall.
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The First Snow
FanfictionSansa no longer wanted to be a princess, nor did she want a title or fancy dresses. The only thing she wanted was to escape Kings Landing and she bitterly regretted not leaving with The Hound. Her life was is the hands of an impotent boy King and...
