Bloodshed °Sansa Stark

PROLOGUE

"THEY SAID MY MOTHER HAD A CROWN OF HAIR THAT RESEMBLED GOLD. SHE WOULD CALL MY SISTER LITTLE DOVE. MY FATHER IS BELIEVED TO BE THE KING AND ONLY FOR THAT REASON I HAD TO BE KILLED."

The day the order was brought into King's Landing to slay every living bastard child of Robert Baratheon was one to be remembered.
Who could forget the streets filled with the wailing of mothers and children. Siegefrid could not.
But most importantly he could not forget the sword slashing through his chest as a punishment for being the king's bastard.
That horrendous day and fatal wound however did not mean it was Siegefried's last day.

Waking up with a loud gasp and a thumping ache across his body was the sign he was alive again.
He did not know how or why but the boy was brought back from his eternal slumber by a group of unknown men.
A man with a black beard and long braided hair explained how his mage brought the boy back after his dead body washed up on the shore near their hideout. A shiver ran down his spine and he realised his nakedness which got covered up by a boy close to his age, who bore a smile as if the world was nothing but an innocent flower to enjoy.
The deep voice of the man with braided hair soon started speaking again about his group and their purpose, while the golden eyes of the white-haired mage stared bored into his own.

These men gave up their banners and wealth to fight against the usurpers who called themselves kings and queens, the Lannister whores and kingslayers. They swore to kill every last monarch that abused their powers.
Soon enough Siegefrid learned the art of swordfighting and shooting. A true Grounder, as their leader would say.
The feeling of blood splashing against his skin became familiar and each time he became hungry for more.
Killing the cowards fighting for any Lannister was the only thing worth living for. He would avenge himself and the horrible fate of his sister.
He craved the bloodshed like a wolf craves flesh.

Not a single high lord or lady would live to see another day if it were up to the bastard.

Until another came into the Grounder Clan.
She was just like him. Dead upon arrival. Arrows adorned her body and her throat was slashed.
It took some time but she too was brought back. And then it finally became clear who she was.
Aelyn Stark, the eldest daughter of Ned Stark, slayed during the terrible Red Wedding.
Soon enough the two became friends and Aelyn was a well respected member of the Grounders.

However, things shifted over time. Men who once believed all monarchs were evil and deserving of death now pledged themselves to the Stark girl before them.
There was one house they could and would follow and it was house Stark.

Times have changed for the Grounders but one thing still remained.
They craved bloodshed.
And they will soon have it. After meeting an abnormally large woman and her squire, rumors reached the ears of Aelyn that Sansa Stark was alive in Winterfell. Yet, she was not safe, not in the cruel hands of the Boltons.

So Siegefrid was sent along the man and woman to get her sister back alive and well, and he would fulfill his duty to bring Sansa Stark to safety. As long as it meant he could shed more blood.