𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 . horse thunders through suddenly barren trees . winter was nearing the bend . the air nips at the back of his neck . 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 , 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯’ . bruised knuckles signal growth . from boy to man . from nobody to knight . once a rally to stand for , now gone . robb stark , king of the north ——- viciously slain at the demand of walder frey . he was supposed to be there . 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓’ & 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓’ 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 . yet , with command from lady maege , two brothers , along with himself were sent elsewhere . he had his life with luck ! though , if you asked , he didn’t have much of that . the beats against the ground kept him promptly distracted . he was to reach winterfell in a fortnight . rely the distressing news to people he considered his own . lady catelyn & king robb . both gone from GREED . simply , he could’ve sent a raven , yet it seemed improper , disingenuous . that wasn’t him , that wasn’t how things were done in the north .
𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 . body lurches forward , slightly . hands are tightened ‘pon the reigns . ❝ easy there gal . ❞ a yank upwards . eyes gaze slowly . people aren’t familiar , yet it’s his presence that leaves them on edge . jaw clenches , sword is ready to be released . however , soft voice perks his ears . 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 . an immediate heart thump , as male shifts off the horse . ❝ sansa stark ! ❞ name is happily said from lips , knight meeting the girl halfway .
oh, she’s happy. for the first time in quite some time, she’s happy. she may not be home yet ––––– but she feels closer now. oh, she never should have left. none of them should have left the walls of winterfell. it was the beginning of the end. she was returning to winterfell a changed girl. no longer naive and blind to the horrors of the world around her. she’s seen it. lived it. she wanted no more of it.
the girl throws her arms around a familiar frame. a deep breath, then another. she can breathe easier, clearer. he looked nearly the same, though war took it’s toll - it always did. it had surely taken it’s toll on her, and she’d never stepped foot on a battle field. “ are you riding to winterfell ? ” she questions, pulling away so she can look at him properly. “ is robb nearby ? last i heard he was further south. ” she’s so close. robb, her mother, and soon enough bran & rickon.
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