Sansa whimpered with each step, the arrow jostling with every step. She was not made for physical pain, and loathed it. Even more when Ramsay was back from the dead and he was the one inflicting it.
With the pressure on her good arm, Sansa turned the sharp corner. Holding on to her arm to try to stablize it, she kept on ahead. When she got to the end of the alley, she turned back to see if they'd gotten away.
"Daenerys! Hurry! We haven't outrun him yet!" He was a hunter. Though who knew how he was without his hounds. They had to find a safe spot, some place that had salt or a religious symbol to repel them... It wouldn't take long to draw a seven pointed star.
Glancing back toward the end of the alley, she noticed for the first time a door, flush with the wall, cleverly hidden. "Look- let's get in there.- if I can find something to write with I think we can ward him off."
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With the pressure on her good arm, Sansa turned the sharp corner. Holding on to her arm to try to stablize it, she kept on ahead. When she got to the end of the alley, she turned back to see if they'd gotten away.
"Daenerys! Hurry! We haven't outrun him yet!" He was a hunter. Though who knew how he was without his hounds. They had to find a safe spot, some place that had salt or a religious symbol to repel them... It wouldn't take long to draw a seven pointed star.
Glancing back toward the end of the alley, she noticed for the first time a door, flush with the wall, cleverly hidden. "Look- let's get in there.- if I can find something to write with I think we can ward him off."