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Cold ... It was so cold ....
but she had to get up .... she had to get up and run !
Run before he finds her ....
She wasn't alone ..... She jumped whilst holding his hand...
"Theon ! " He wasn't moving just laying beside her in the snow ... face down ...
" THEON ! " He didn't move.... She started shaking his shoulder but he didn't move ...
"Theon please we have to go ! " He sat up abruptly covering his face with his hands . He wasn't wearing gloves and frostbites were already starting to form on his fingers...
"Reek not Theon !" he stuttered out not daring to scream at her .
No he killed Myranda he saved her ...he was Theon !
Please don't be Reek ... Reek would take me back to Ramsay ...
She gently grabbed his hands and moved them away from his face . " It's alright he won't hurt us anymore ... but we have to run Theon please I need your help . "
She saw something change in his eyes but he didn't respond . Instead he stood up pulling her with him and started to run into the direction of the forest . She followed him hoping that he wouldn't lead her to Ramsay ...
There was no Baratheon soldier left alive .... everyone is dead .... no one to rescue her .....But she didn't have to be rescued !
Theon was silent since they started running but he handed her a dagger that he took from one of the dead solders he raided . She saw him take a sword but he was also carrying a bow and some arrows .
He would protect her either way ...
Ramsay would want her unhurt ... she knew that he would take care of that himself if she was returned to him ...
Luckily Ramsay's men were back at Winterfell and if Theon wanted to bring her back to him he would have already done so .
It was so quiet that Sansa could hear her own heart beat then suddenly it got quicker when she saw two figures walking ahead of them ....
They didn't look like all the dead soldiers surrounding them ... One of them looked like a knight ... and the other one more like a squire than a knight or soldier ... They seemed strangely familiar ...
When she looked to the side she found that Theon was gone ... Sansa immediately panicked .. He left me ... she could run but she knew that she wouldn't make it ..
She was at the north side of Winterfell and if she wanted to head south she had to walk around Winterfell and going north wasn't an option .... She would freeze to death either way ... or Ramsay would be faster and-
Her thoughts suddenly stooped when she noticed that she had walked backwards and bumped into something solid ....
It felt like steel armor ...
They found me .... They are going to take me back to him ...
If I'm fast enough I can stab him ... If he's not wearing chainmail ...
She felt her hood being pulled down reviling her auburn hair ...
" Lady Sansa ? " This voice ... she didn't recognise it ... gravelly and demanding ... The person behind her didn't seam to recognize her ..
So no one from Winterfell ...
She felt a hand on her shoulder slowly turning her around ....
The first thing she noticed was the burning heart on his chest ... A Baratheon soldier ...
Stannis Baratheon will save me from the Boltons .... that's what she believed ... until Ramsay rode against his army and half his men deserted him .... the other half was slaughtered ...
this one had survived the battle ... but was he a deserter ? Did he betray his king ? Would he mean harm ?
"Lady Sansa ?" She couldn't tell if he was angry or just annoyed for she was still staring at the stag in the burning heart on his chest instead of looking at his face ...
"Yes" came her quite reply ... her decision made as she for the first time looked up at him.... straight in his dark blue eyes ...
"I'm Stannis Baratheon my Lady"