DISCLAIMER: i DON'T OWN GAME OF THRONE OR THE SONG OF ICE AND FIRE... THIS IS PURELY A WORK MADE FOR FUN.

OUR WINTER HEARTS

SANSA

The trees of the woods were dark against the white and atop, in the skies above, the night ruled everything in beautiful shades of blue, of stars and moon and white grounds.

The world, she knew, sometimes would try to look pretty, try to seem magical or even peaceful, but as her horse trotted the way towards the top of the hill, she knew, deep inside, that it was a lie, a beautiful lie for sure, sweet and tempting, but a lie all the same.

She had fallen for that lie once.

Her younger dreams had been raised by it, guided by Old Nan's tales of heroism, the Last Hero riding forth against the Long Night, Symeon Star-Eyes and Jonquil and Florian and for the first time, the heroes enchanted her. Once she learned her letters, she started to seek the books as well and read the real stories of great knights and their loves. Of great maids rescued and kissed under glorious banners and colors and songs.

She read about all of them, in between her lessons of heraldry, history, and courtesy there were the dragons, and great names like Eryk and Aryk, Ser Arthur Dayne, Aemon the Dragonknight, and his love for his sister Naerys who was made to marry Aegon the Unworthy.

Mostly sad songs, but sad in a way of beauty.

Her own sadness had none of that, at least it felt nothing like that.

Of course, she had been driven by other songs, songs of courts, gallantry, and knighthood. Songs of love and great glory and as she learned from Septa Mordane how to be a wife and a lady, she dreamed of her husband and her future. When Joffrey came, he was beautiful in her eyes as a prince, a true prince, taking her to be his queen. She would ride with him and they would rule together, and she would give him many male heirs and make him happy.

She wanted love and colors and summer winds touching her skin, and she would ride away in the trails of love and blossoming passion, where everything was beautiful and pretty and good.

Those southern dreams had a cost though.

How ironic that her deepest wish now was going as far north as possible as fast as she could?

Jon…

The name was an old hymn, a hope and a prayer all at once as Sansa stopped her tired mount atop the hill. She was afraid, she was tired, she wanted to cry in relief and sob in despair, but she couldn't do any of those or else she would be lost.

By her side she could hear another horse coming, Brienne's horse, for her safety, the woman had told her.

Save him…

She could still hear Bran's voice in her head as the woods parted and closed, and parted and the snow was crushed under the roofs of her mount.

She had been only seeking Theon out, talking to him to see where he wanted to go from now, but instead, she found him laughing and mumbling before a lonely weirwood tree. She feared he had grown crazy then, that Ramsay had finally broken him and just when he was free, but his mumbles turned to words and she heard him madly calling her brother's name.

From there everything felt like a blur.

Her brother's face was suddenly there in the pale wood, crying red tears from three eyes deep with knowledge and anger and longing.

Sansa… He had whispered, like the rustling of leaves, soft as the wind. Jon… save him. And then it was as if she saw him, her brother, the half brother, the one she had never truly known beyond the sullen brooding lad. Her brother and her family, the family she felt distant and lost like a hole in her life, a pity increasing in depth and sorrow and despair, and there he was, bleeding in the snow.

Ghost.

He whispered to the skies.

Save him. Bran urged one last time before she woke up to Brienne's desperate calls shaking her shoulders, and she realized it was a dream just as the dream became more and more real and Bran called to her faintly still. Instead of assuring the lady she was fine and well, instead of asking water for her dry throat, she spoke loud and clear with the shock fresh in her mind.

"I have to reach Castle Black now."

It took her some time to finally convince them she was serious in her haste. There was no argument, she knew that dream couldn't be a lie, it couldn't because Theon was looking at her knowingly and Sansa felt it.

A pain similar to when Lady left her forever, something been cut from her like all the times she felt herself losing a part of her family. Her Father, her mother, brother… Her name… It was too much, but now, now she could save him.

Jon…

Thinking of him still made her jerk and a cold hand to grip her heart, but she kept going. Brienne would only allow her to go with protection, so she left Theon and Podrick behind and they now rode until finally seeing the Wall before them, its pale shape massive, almost taking Sansa's breath away in the darkness. It was the hour of the wolf but the Wall was still a sight, disappearing in the shadows on both horizons of the world like a pale cold blade piercing the darkness, and on its feet, a faint orange glow burned.

Fire.

Sansa blinked back tears and spurred her horse forward.

For a long time she had thought of vengeance, of justice for her family. For all the death and tragedy and pain she suffered, from the day's cage in which she found herself back in King's Landing to the nightly horrors that Ramsay had put her through, but now. Now she felt hope, hope because she could do something more, she wouldn't be alone, she had to save him…

Jon.

He was the first, she would have him, she would… Please wait a little longer, please.

Her body hurt all over from bruises old and new, her legs were cramped, her back was killing her but Sansa, who never liked riding, raced down the hill, hearing the screams of sentries as her horse stopped before the gates, panting and ruffling on its feet.

"Let me in!" She yelled, feeling like tears were coming down her eyes, the glow was still there above the walls.

Save him.

She would.

The gates opened slowly, too slowly, and Sansa stepped forward immediately, ignoring the bearded face beside her. Another man tried to grab her, but Brienne was there, shoving him aside as she ran into the courtyard only to gasp at the sight.

There was fire.

A massive crowd with torches was gathered around a pile of firewood that was catching fire slowly, their gazes meeting her, but her blues eyes had only one thing in mind. One thing only. Save him, Bran had said and she felt her world breaking yet again.

He was there, his body, lying above the pyre, smoke already rising as the fire caught. No, no, no… It's not, It's not… Jon…

She pushed forward, Brienne at her side, pulling her cloak away, blue wool and warm.

"Wait!" Someone tried to stop her, but them a huge white form stepped forward, barring teeth with red eyes blazing. Her hands grabbed Jon's arm and pulled, he had to get away, away from the fire. Please, she pulled again and he moved but just a little, and then Brienne was there, and she was stronger, taking him away from the fire and down to the snow.

"Jon!" She gasped. "Jon! Please!"

Hot tears were burning down her eyes as she stared at him, pale, eyes closed. No, no, no, no… Please no… She begged, not sure to whom. She felt eyes and shadows around, a bearded man and a red woman, a dull looking one in black and another one, big and ragged. "Stay away from my family!" She said, hearing another bare of teeth.

Ghost, he was there, he was there and he would help her.

The wolf met her eyes and his were red and knowing. Suddenly he was by her side and she felt herself breaking into a sob that was half a laugh for everything was pain, everything hurt, her world was gone but not anymore. Please… Just hang on… She thought, looking down at him, she brushed the hair away from his face.

Jon.

AN: Well this Got story has been in the works for some time now, i hesitated to publish before because it has a sort of similar start to another Got fanfic called Winter is Coming: The Winter Queen and the Black Dragon by Ralph E. Silvering... It is a great fanfic by the way and you should totally check it out. My story though it begins in a similar way it goes to different roads and, at least to start, it is a rewriting of season 6... advancing into season seven territory and beyond.

If anyone here, also goes to my story Digimon Brave Hearts, I'm glad to tell I'll start publishing again at the launch of the next Digimon Tri movie... XD