A tremendous roar woke Sansa, when the first rays of the sun barely appeared in the East.
She got up quickly from the bed, scared.
-My lady! My lady! .- She heard the cries of Sir Gerald Cassel calling her. Rodrick Cassel's eldest great-nephew, son of his nephew Jory, had become, despite his youth, the future hand of the Queen, and now had control of the castle on behalf of Sansa. With the same temperament as his uncle, his honesty, efficiency and commitment had been sufficiently demonstrated during the attack of the Lord of the Night, and during the time that it took to rebuild the fortress. She got the approval of the Council and Sansa, in the meeting that was held for it, with little discrepancy. His cousin Beth, Rodrick's daughter and Gerald's aunt, proud of her nephew and younger than him, had remained mistress of House Cassel.
The bustle of many other rowdy people was added to the shouts that came from the entrance gate to the fortress.
She put on a thick wool robe and with her hair down she left her chamber. As soon as she opened the door, Sir Gerald appeared before her. His shocked face made her fear the worst.
- The roof of one of the watchtowers has collapsed under the weight of the snow! .- He explained to her, as he indicated her to follow her.
- By all Gods !. - She exclaimed worried. They both marched there. How many?
Gerald turned, as they ran towards the entrance gate to the fortress ...
- Three ... The men were organizing to get them out, but the access from the patio has been badly damaged. They are trying from the open wall.
They arrived at the place in time to see how one of the soldiers was being transported by other men on a makeshift stretcher. He was unconscious and had a deep head wound-. Who knows who they will have to fight in the future ... I'm sure there will always be other White Walkers or other Cerseys who will threaten his life ... and who better to teach him than one of the best warriors I know.
The snow was still falling when they reached the wall. A score of men helped remove the rubble that partially blocked the entrance to the left tower of the gate, while others did the same with the entrance to the parade ground.
Sansa saw through one of the arrow slits someone moving inside the tower. She recognized him immediately. He was Sandor.
- Sandor .. .- She could not help saying his name with her sigh, while her face reflected anguish.
Gerald looked at her in surprise, but immediately turned all his attention to the tower entrance, where the screams that had just occurred indicated that another man had just been brought out.
Carrying him by the shoulders, they dragged them badly, but consciously, to the Tower of the Master. Sansa followed them with her eyes, until she saw them disappear into the shadows of the tower entrance. The falling snow was completely wetting her, but she barely felt it.
- My lady ...- Sir Gerald called her again- .. Clegane has just left the tower.
Sansa turned around quickly.
The people who huddled on the wall made a corridor to let him pass, between laments. He was carrying the last soldier in his arms. They saw right away that he was dead. His forehead had sunk in a way that was, anyway, incompatible with life.
Sansa motioned for him to stand beside her.
She put her hand on Sandor's arm and whispered a soft thank you.
- Take it to be prepared. We incinerate him tonight ... with honors. - she told her future Hand.
Sandor nodded and had only taken a couple of steps when the whole tower collapsed.
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Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)
Fanfiction... what if the Hound had not died when consummating his revenge?" Sansa and Sandor
