AUTHORS NOTE/

Hello lovelies. As promised, I told you I would be starting Part 2 of this story. Believe me, I have so much more to add into this story, it will take a long time! I hope you enjoy the thrills I have in store. I will take one good suggestion that I like from one of my readers. What do you want to see happen? Where do you want Jon and Meg to go? Let me know in the next review you leave!~Author of 'Til I hear you sing once more.

All characters, except for a few of my own, belong to George R.R. Martin

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I've come for you

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(This takes place a few days after the last chapter in Part 1.)

Sansa had given up all hope. When she had awoken those few weeks ago to find herself in Dragonstone castle, she felt safe. Now, as she sat at her vanity, allowing a handmaiden to brush her hair, she feared for her safety and her future. Her hand went to the belt of her gown and she smiled to herself when she felt the locket safely tucked inside; hidden from Stannis and all of the others.

Although she could not remember the Hound giving it to her, she knew it meant something important. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder, "My child, you did not hear me?" Sansa jumped and turned in her seat to find Melisandre standing before her. The red witch smiled down on her, "Never mind. Your mind seems to be far away...and yet, I suppose you are not thinking of your answer to the King." Sansa went to speak, but Melisandre shook her head, "He has given you many days to think over the offer of becoming his Queen and wife; I suspect he will be joining you in here soon for your final answer." Melisandre snorted, "He has never been so patient with me, consider yourself lucky."

Sansa stood as Melisandre walked around her chambers, "Lucky? He has done nothing but threaten me." The red woman looked her in the eyes, "Well I guess he sees how valuable you are." Sansa frowned, "I am just a Lady of Winterfell.." She stopped when something in her mind clicked and Melisandre sighed, "He is on his way, my Lady."

She watched her run from the room and soon after, Stannis entered with a smile on his smug face. She curtsied and whispered, "Your grace."

Stannis bowed his head, "I suppose you know why I am here." Sansa nodded but quickly turned and walked to the balcony, where Stannis followed her. Sansa looked up at the stars and spoke softly, "When I first came here, I was happy that you rescued me from that horrible place. Although you have been kind, you have hurt me." Stannis growled from behind her, but she finished what she had to say,

"Do I really have any choice?"

She turned to him and when she did, Sansa's eyes went wide and she cried out as her head pounded and she heard a gruff voice whisper, Wherever you want to go, I will follow, little bird... Sansa opened her eyes and felt the pounding subside, but felt two hands holding her waist, "Sansa? Are you alright?" She looked at Stannis and nodded, "I'm fine. I-I can't.."

She thought of the voice and knew it was the Hound; something was going on and she needed to find out why. Stannis took her hand, "I am waiting." She was about to speak, but the locket that had been under her belt, fell out and dropped at Stannis' feet. Sansa gasped and placed her hand over her mouth and Stannis bent down, picking it up from the floor and he studied the etchings on it. He frowned, "I did not give this to you. Why do you have this locket?" He turned it over and saw the Clegane sigil, "Who gave this to you?" Sansa heard the hurt laced with a fiery anger in his voice and she backed away from him, with her gown making the only sound heard with her movements.

He moved to her and wrapped his hand around her neck, pushing her into her bed post, "How is it you have come upon his locket? This trash!" He tossed it across the room and leaned close to her, venom leaking out with each word he spoke, "I do not care waiting for your answer any longer. I have been kind to you, gentle and yet you still betray me by keeping a Clegane marked locket hidden on your person. The Hound does not feel! He would never feel anything for a girl like you; a young girl with dreams of kind knights. You have no choice, Sansa Stark. Either marry me, or you will be sent back to the hell you have come from!"

Sansa shook in fear and felt the air leaving her lungs, and her mind racing for an answer. She finally choked out, "I will." Stannis removed his hand from her neck instantly and took notice of the skin which would only be red for a short moment before it turned into bruises, "You will what?"

"I will marry you."

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Ulric climbed the stairs to the deck of a ship they had boarded only hours ago. It was now dark and Dragonstone was seen in the distance. He saw Sandor standing at the front of the ship and he walked to him, "No doubt they will see us coming." Sandor looked at him and shrugged, "Let a thousand men come for me, I will take her back." Ulric nodded, "I left a rope tied to her balcony, they would not have noticed that. Once in port, you and your sellsword will wait near the boat; I will climb and bring her out." Sandor growled, "I must go-"

"No. You are a King now, Hound. Your life is precious whether you want it to be or not." Sandor was about to argue but Bronn called out, "We'll be there any minute!"

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It was late that night, Sansa was asleep in her chambers, and both Melisandre and Stannis were asleep in separate chambers. Both Melisandre and Sansa were tossing and turning in their sleep. Sansa moaned in her sleep and turned to her side, but she quickly opened her eyes when she felt a hand on her head. In front of her, the moonlight shining onto his back was Ulric, "My Lady? It's time to leave." Sansa sat up and whispered, "You are not real. I am dreaming." He shook his head, "I am very real and I have come back to bring you with me." She frowned, "Why did you leave?"

"I needed help getting you out of here. Now come. Grab your satchel." Sansa got up and did as she was told, her room was dark, but she caught the glimmer of the locket on her vanity and grabbed it, quickly tossing it in her satchel, "I'm ready." He grabbed her hand and whispered "Hold onto my neck." She did as she was told and he used the rope her climbed up to get her to bring her down. Once on the ground, he grabbed her hand, "I want you to run to the ship right there." He pointed to a smaller ship and she nodded, "Will you follow?" He nodded, "Go!" Sansa held tightly to her satchel and in her bare feet and white nightgown, she ran down stones and sand towards the ship.

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Melisandre tossed in her sleep as a vision came to her,

It was of Sandor and Sansa the night before she was taken. She saw him bring her to their tent and fuck her while covering her mouth to keep her quite. She could see them laying together, holding each other. The vision switched to Sansa with Ulric and her captors in the cave. She felt a twitch in her own belly as she watched Sansa sleep on the cave floor. The vision changed to Sansa holding onto Ulric as he climbed done a rope.

Melisandre sat up, out of breath and sweating; the girl was escaping.

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Ulric grabbed Sansa by the waist and helped her board the boat. He looked around for Sandor and Bronn and saw them watching him from behind a barrel. Ulric nodded and called out for them to leave port. As the ship began to quickly leave, he placed Sansa in a cabin, "I will have someone bring you something to eat and I'll look for a dress." Sansa, who was exhausted from the excited nodded and laid back on the bed as he left.

Moments later, a knock was heard and without opening her eyes, she whispered, "Come in." The door opened with a creak and a voice, which she knew all too well spoke, "Little bird?" Sansa looked up from her spot on the bed and saw the scarred face man who haunted her dreams and mind and the man who made her heart flutter; Sandor Clegane. She stood from the bed and he walked inside, closing the door, "Ser?" He flinched at that and growled, "I thought I told you.."

" I am no Ser." She finished his statement and he looked at her, his face calm. She walked to him and whispered, "Have you come for me? To bring me to Joffrey?" He shook his head and looked down at her, "I've come to bring you home." Sansa smiled and cried out as she jumped up at him, her arms circling around his neck. Sandor stood, his arms at his side for a moment and he slowly raised them around her, holding her tight to him. He closed his eyes for a mere moment, and he knew she did not remember she was his wife and Queen, but for a moment, he thought she did.

He suddenly dropped his arms from her and gently pushed her back. Sansa blushed and moved back to the bed, "I am sorry." She looked back at his scarred face, "I no longer fear the scars of your past." She looked down at the floor, "But I fear mine."

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Melisandre ran through the castle and finally began banging on Stannis' door. He answered, half asleep, "What is it?" She caught her breath, "I have had visions. She is gone." Stannis sobered up, "Gone? Have you checked?" He ran past her and barged into Sansa's chambers which were down the hall and found her bed empty and her balcony doors open. He ran to them and looked out to find a cut rope and nothing else. There was no ship in port and that was the only way she would have been able to leave. He growled in anger and began throwing things that were in her chambers. He growled, "Let her run. I will find her and I will take her by force." He sat on the bed and rubbed his face and Melisandre whispered, "I have another vision to tell of." He looked at her and she smiled,

"Our little wolf is with child."

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