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[size=8]"People who were smart would," Sansa answered. She rested her head on the table and started playing with one of the parchments resting near her.
Daenerys pouted, feigning jealously. "You win, already! I swear, have you played this game before. You're really good!"
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[size=8]Daenerys followed him out. "It's alright, your grace. I can't blame you for wanting a bath. It is smelly around here. You haven't ruined our adventure at all."
In response, Sansa snored lightly. She hadn't planned to fall asleep, but it obviously was inevitable and happened sooner than she had wanted.
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[size=8]Daenerys only nodded before returning outside. She looked up at the moonlit sky, the stars reflecting in her eyes. "Where are you, Arya?"
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[size=8]timeskippp idk a few weeks or days //
Sansa woke up, took a bath, got dressed, did her hair, and went to the Dining Chamber to get back to work. The routine had become permanent considering how important it felt to Sansa to find Rickon. Sometimes she would get a lead in which she would gather a group of men to go search. When they came back, empty-handed, she was only motivated further because they were eliminating places where Rickon wasn't. Of course, she often overworked herself too.
Sansa came downstairs to find a group of soldiers waiting. They bowed when she stopped in front of them. "Nothing around Riverrun," the scout leader reported. Sansa nodded and dismissed him before stopping in front of the large map again. She crossed out Riverrun, regretfully. They didn't have much time.
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[size=8]"No," she replied taking a seat. "Guess that means we better get back at it."
Daenerys drummed her fingers against the rim of the tub. Any time she got away from Joffrey, she greatly appreciated. Since he had grown to trust her, she didn't have guards waiting outside her door anymore to escort her places anymore. She went wherever she pleased. All of a sudden, she saw movement, a shadow through the curtains surrounding her bath. She had been taking extra long. Maybe Joffrey had come to collect her personally. "Come in," she yelled. She was surprised to see that it was not Joffrey, but someone entirely different and actually good looking. "And you might be?"
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[size=8]Finally, someone she genuinely wanted to impress with her looks was impressed. His cheeks were flushed now and she found it quite amusing to see Robb so flustered. This was Arya's brother. "Why? Am I so unpleasant to look at?" she said, maintaining a serious face, despite how difficult it was.
"Wait!" Sansa slipped on her own cloak and went after him. "I'm coming with you."
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[size=8]"I know I've been kind of rough on you for the past few days," Sansa said as they trudged through the snow," I just wanted to let you know it's not your fault."
"Fine." Daenerys stood up and very slowly climbed out of the tub, making quite a show out of it. She was dripping water all over the place, but she wasn't exactly sure where she had left her clothing.
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[size=8]Daenerys slipped on a random dress at last and walked out her room to find Arya. "Arya!" she exclaimed running forward to embrace the young girl. "I knew you'd come."
Sansa tried to ignore the ominous edge to his voice and looked around at the various trees. Luckily, a pile of cut wood sat behind a nearby tree. "There's the wood," Sansa said, pointing at the stack.
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[size=8]Daenerys ran after them. She couldn't believe that Arya had actually found a way to save her. She would never give up on Arya, but she sure did doubt her.
"Here, give me some," Sansa offered, holding out her arms.
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[size=8]It was amusing, Daenerys couldn't deny, how Arya seemed eager for Daenerys to be close to Robb. Daenerys ignored his hand. It was just another attempt to impress him rather than offend him. She leapt up on Robb's horse and without hesitation, wrapped her arms around his waist.
Sansa couldn't just run and leave Theon to die. She frantically searched the area for something to distract the hounds. Quickly, she found a rock, but instead of throwing it at the hounds, she used it to cut herself. She remembered how the hounds reacted to blood, they were drawn to it. It was fast but smart decision. She dragged it across her forearm until a large gash formed. It immediately started to drip blood and, to further entice them, she yelled at the beasts," Get away from him you stupid dogs!" She didn't wait after that. She knew she had got their attention, so she whirled around and bolted. The snow clung to her hair and the wind whipped at her face. She would never outrun them, even if she had gotten a headstart, but she wasn't afraid. She had done all she wanted to do, and that was get them away from Theon. If he meant he would live, nothing else mattered. Her cloak became more and more of a burden the longer she ran. The hounds were gaining ground. She turned her head to see where they were. They were only a few feet away now. The next time she turned, one was biting at her cloak. She tore it off and threw it on the offender. It got trapped under it, so she was able to further evade her demise. That was until one pounced on her. She knew it was over, and she just shut her eyes. Then, she heard a squeal and the body on her went limp. She opened her eyes to find that the beast was dead. She sat up to see the other one getting killed by someone else. She whirled around and her eyes landed on Missandei. "Freya.." Then, tears began to form in her eyes and she quickly got to her feet. Theon. That was all she could think. "Y-you have to help Theon." She was so cold now and didn't give herself the chance to regain her breath. "Lead the way," Missandei said, her brows furrowing. Another squeal filled the air as she ran back the way she came. She didn't stop until she was with Theon again. "Theon?" There were tears freely running down her cheeks as she examined his wounds. There was blood everywhere on her and him. Missandei and the guards she had brought with her stopped to examine the scene. "You have to help him." When still no one did anything, she raised her voice," Now!" The soldiers closed in on Theon and altogether picked him up. "Come on," Missandei said grabbing Sansa and following them back to Winterfell. "Is he going to be okay?" Sansa sobbed. "Yes," Missandei replied, stopping to hold Sansa's shoulder," he's going to be just fine." She could see something in Sansa's eyes. It was something she recognized, but she couldn't place where or what exactly it was. She pulled Sansa into a hug and let her cry freely. "Shh, sweet girl."
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[size=8]"You couldn't have done anything," Daenerys replied. "Now that I've spent my fair share of time with him, I know what he is like. You wouldn't have been able to stop him without someone getting hurt. What I care about, is that you didn't forget about me. You came eventually."
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[size=8]"Daenerys," she said looking ahead at Arya. She trusted Robb, and it wasn't just because she was attracted to him.
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[size=8]She could sense his hesitation. "I'm not like my father," Daenerys said," and I never will be." Obviously, they had just met, but Daenerys did not want Robb to think of her like that just because his blood ran through her veins and she had his name.
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[size=8]Daenerys followed Robb, searching alongside him. "Arya!" she called out. Where had she gone without them noticing?
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[size=8]"No," Daenerys said turning in a slow circle to see every viewpoint there was," something's wrong." She walked forward," Arya!" She couldn't lose Arya again, she just couldn't.
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[size=8]"What about Arya?" Daenerys asked, hiding her panic to the best of her ability.
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[size=8]"Arya!" Daenerys ran forward even though she hadn't the slightest clue where her voice was coming from. All she did know what that she had to find her.
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[size=8]"Robb, what do we do?" Daenerys asked. She still couldn't find exactly where Arya was or what was happening to her, for something had to have been.
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[size=8]"We can't," Daenerys responded. "If she wants us to leave, we'll wait, but we will not leave. What an incredulous idea."
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[size=8]"Who's they?" Daenerys questioned. "Bandits, you think?" In truth, she didn't think bandits, for bandits wouldn't think to set up traps.
