Chapter 370

SANSA STARK POV

She woke up with a start and found a hand clamped on her mouth.

She bit down on the hand and tried to run but and hand snaked around her waist and pinned her to the place and stopped her from moving.

She tried to shout for help but no words came out.

She kicked and flailed against the man holding her to no avail until her struggles became weaker and weaker and tears started pouring down her eyes.

Back when she was in Kings Landing, she had expected to be raped. Had even prepared for such an event as best as she could.

But she had never thought that she would be raped by one of Ser Damon's man. Not when she was so close to freedom. To going back to her family.

The hands clamping on her mouth became a little loose and she could hear the man saying something to her.

"Sissh… It's me Sansa. Stop struggling." The voice said and she stopped struggling instantly.

She knew that voice.

She turned around and got a proper look at the man she'd thought was about to rape her.

Even in the small amount of moonlight filtering through the tent, she could still see the elegant and regal looking face of Lord Bolton.

Did he always looked so beautiful.

She clutched onto his shirt and started sobbing on his chest.

"I'm sorry for startling you like this Sansa." He said as he caressed her back in gently motions "I didn't want others to find out that I'm here."

And as if bucket of cold water had been poured on her, she instantly became alert to the situation they were in.

Or the situation he was in.

He was in the enemy territory. Surrounded by 300 men.

What was he thinking?

She looked up at him and pinned him with a desperate glare.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice conveying the right amount of fear and anger she was feeling.

"I'm here to rescue you my dear damsel." He said with a cheeky smile.

She frowned and punched him on the chest.

"You cannot be here. If the men found you…"

That was as far as she went before the howls of direwolves took over the camp and the ground started shaking from the hoof beats of hundreds of horses.

A moment later, the sound of screaming, fighting and dying started coming from every corner of the camp.

Then she heard some footsteps from outside the tent and Lord Bolton stepped away from her and hid near the tent flap.

"Lady Sansa. We must…" Ser Damon said before he was put into a chokehold by Lord Bolton.

The knight put a desperate effort to protect himself but it was all in a vain and he lost conscious a moment later.

Then two other Red Cloaks whose names she couldn't remember entered the tent, took a look at the unconscious Ser Damon being held by Lord Bolton and the fight began.

There was no contest.

Lord Bolton was far faster than the two of them and slit their throats with Ser Damon's sword before they could react.

The two guards gurgled and then fell to the floor.

Lord Bolton then took the sword and was about to cut Ser Damon's neck.

"Wait… please. Stop." She shouted.

He stopped and looked at her with a sigh "I'm sorry you had to see this Sansa." Then he paused "I take it you do not want me to kill this person?" he asked while dangling Ser Damon as if he weighed nothing.

"Yes." She nodded "Ser Damon… rescued me from Kings Landing. I know that he wanted to take me to Lord Tywin so that he could try to secure a peace with the North but he treated me better than anyone in Kings Landing. Please don't kill him."

Lord Bolton looked at her a moment longer before he nodded and cleared the sword off the blood and put it back in Ser Damon's sheath.

Then he put the man down on the floor and tied his hands and legs with a peace of cloth.

The sounds of fighting and dying had almost stopped by now. Only the moans of pain and wails of the dying remained before they were swiftly cut off as well.

A few seconds later, she heard footsteps outside the room and another man entered the tent. She instantly recognized him as Varko.

"My Lord. The camp is clear." Varko said and looked in her direction before giving her a nod.

"Good." Lord Bolton said and pointed at Ser Damon "We're taking him prisoner."

Varko nodded and put Ser Damon on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before leaving the tent.

Once Varko had left, Lord Bolton turned toward her once again and gave her his had "Can you walk Sansa?"

She nodded, trying her best to not look at the two dead bodies a few feet away from her and took his hand.

He lifted her up and looked around the tent. Now that the tent flap was open the tent had a little more light in it but she had no idea how he was still able to see anything inside it.

"Do you have anything personal you want pack?" he asked "Because we need to leave as quickly as possible."

She nodded and picked up the few personal belongings she had with her.

She came out of the tent and found Lord Bolton his horse with another horse ready for here

"Let's get you home Sansa." He said with a smile.

And she felt tears build up in her eyes.