"She terrifies me Jon." Sansa told her bastard brother as they sat on the crates in the training yard, catching up on lost time, just as Sansa had hoped they would. "The dream felt so real you know, as if it were a sign of things to come." She whispered.

"Give over Sansa. She is merely a woman much like you are. You spent too much time listening to old nan as a child, it's muddled your mind." Jon dismissed.

Sansa became withdrawn. She lowered her head and pouted slightly. If she couldn't get Jon to believe her, that there was something not right with the red woman, that she was dangerous in some way then no one would believe her. She didn't know what to do.

Jon looked at her and his eyes softened, regardless of her fanciful ideas, Sansa was the closest thing he had to a Sister and as he watched her sad face he felt the protection any Brother would feel.

"Alright I will talk to Stannis." Jon told her with a sigh. "I will find out what I can about her." Sansa sat up straight and flung her arms around him. "If I do though, you have to promise me that you will put this none sense behind you and that you will bring a smile to your face again. A lot has happened to the pair of us Sansa but we are together now. The only family each other has got. We have to stick together do you understand?" He looked at her meaningfully. Sansa nodded.

Stannis Baratheon was an aloof, blunt and unfriendly sort of character. He stared at Sansa, judging her. Ser Davos Seaworth stood by his side as he sat at the centre of the raised table, previously sat upon by The Lord commander. Jon stood below them with her. Luckily the Lady Melisandre was off somewhere with Lady Selyse and Shireen. After an extended period of quiet deliberation Stannis finally spoke.

"Lady Melisandre is a fine priestess of R'hllor, the one true God. She believes I am Azor Ahai come to free the world from the other and we have the undying trust and loyalty of one another. I will take into consideration your concerns Jon Snow but know that it is unlikely that anything will change". His tone was authoritative and his eyes were searching Jon and Sansa curiously.

"Yes your grace" Jon replied obediently. Sansa glared at Jon with a look to say 'Is that it?' No pleading of their case, no reasoning, just 'yes your grace'. She understood why he behaved as he did, after all, she had done the same in the capital for so long. She just didn't expect it from Jon. He was always one to fight for justice and the right to explain ones self.

Later in the day as Sansa walked down the cold dark paths through Castle Black, alone and filled with worry, she felt her stomach lurch and a cold sweat start to creep over her skin. Chanting. Coming from the tunnel. As in her dream, Sansa couldn't quite grasp everything that was being said but she certainly heard the name R'hllor. The reality of experiencing something she only previously knew to be a dream was unsettling to say the least.

As she approached the tunnel, Sansa heard a small noise behind her. She whirled around to see Ser Davos closing in behind her. Sansa hurried along, steering away from the tunnel and heading back to her chambers. The onion knight was getting closer. Sansa could hear his footsteps getting nearer as they thudded louder and faster in her ear. Before she knew it Sansa was running and Ser Davos was indeed in pursuit. At that moment a large, dry skinned hand snaked it's way around Sansa's face and held itself firm against her mouth. Davos stopped her in her tracks and pulled her back in close to him, he whispered in her ear.

"Don't struggle my Lady. This needn't be so difficult. I'm only here to take you to the red woman, your brother will be there waiting for you. King Stannis has control of the black now, you'd do well to do as you're told."

Sansa whimpered and wriggled for a short time but soon accepted that the man far outweighed her in strength and determination. She walked with him, he still held her dominantly. When they were nearing the end of the tunnel the chanting was louder and clearer. Sansa knew then why she couldn't make sense of it before, it was in a foreign tongue. Still she knew only 'R'hllor.

A small red and orange glow came into focus in front of her and Sansa could feel the billowing heat that took her breath away. As they grew closer, the glow became a large, flickering fire. Licking at the ceilings and almost spanning the wide tunnel. Lady Melisandre, Stannis, his wife and daughter and many other red cloaked strangers were gathered around the fire. Through the flames Sansa could she Jon, his hands and feet bound, in the grasp of a scary looking red cloaked man. Jon spotted Sansa and looked at her with sorrow and regret.

The chanting stopped instantly and all eyes fell on Sansa. Lady Melisanre approached her.

"Lady Sansa, thank you for joining us on this very special day". The red woman greeted Sansa eerily.