"Linger" is a song by the Cranberries, the lyrics gave me the idea for this fic :)
Stannis
Have people ever seen me smile before today? I cannot let them think I am some ersatz of Robert, no, I will not lie to them.
Now that my smile has faded away, they can see who their King is. I am not kind or...funny. But I do believe that I shall be just. I'll be the king they need, the one they deserve.
Peace is fragile and the North and the South must show the realm their new alliance. Since Brandon Stark is bethroted to my daughter, Shireen, it will be his sister, Sansa. She will wed Willas Tyrell, the heir of the Reach.
Selyse, beside me, doesn't smile either. She stays silent, her eyes staring at the crowd in front of us. We were never a perfect couple but she will be a decent queen. We shall rule this kingdom until our death free us from our duty. Our only design.
The Stark girl and the Tyrell boy may not love each other but there can be so much more in a couple than love. One can find friendship, affection and an adviser in un anwanted match. But there is no time for foolish thoughts. Soon they'll put the crown on my head, and I will have to lead this shapeless mass of childish souls
Edmure
"Soon she will be here... You know Roslin, it will be the second time I see her, in my entire life."
"When was the first?"
"When she was...I'm not really sure...Two? Three? I don't remember."
She had been such a calm baby, so different than Catelyn, sleeping in the nursery. I like to think that Roslin and Sansa will get along well but...Her brother and her mother were slaughtered my her father...
"What are you doing Edmure? Don't you want to join me in the bed? You know, when Riverrun will be crowded by people coming for the wedding, we won't have a lot of time for us, if you know what I mean..."
"Oh, innocent woman... I always know what you mean."
Sansa
I don't want to marry him. I don't want to marry Willas Tyrell. They had tried once, and I had ended up marrying Tyrion Lannister. They had told me he was nice and kind and calm and boring. I need calmness in my life, I know it, and yet, I need more than a pretty knight in shining armor offering flowers... I need someone who can protect me, someone who will see me as I am: damaged and broken. How will he able to repair me?
He won't. I'll have to take care of that myself.
And they say the ceremony will take place at noon. But I don't wanna see the light, I want, I want a sunset and fresh air and rain. I don't want everything to be perfect... I can feel the tears falling from my eyes and running on my cheeks and yet I cannot believe that I am crying.
No. Not anymore.
I might feel wounded inside, I cannot let them know, they would never understand...
Willas
She will like me. Yes she will. I prayed so hard to the gods, waiting with fear this moment. What will I do if she doesn't like me?
What does she even know of me? Maybe some kind of cripple who does nothing but reading and looking at flowers all day long... I will prove her I am nothing of what they say.
I will show her what hides in the heart of a man who suffered all his life.
Sansa
He is here now, before me, in his Tyrell green clothes. He looks taller and older than me. But not too old. He's neither better or worse than I expected. He is just, just a man, with a broken leg and a shy smile on his lips. If I was Arya I would have told him that I was the one supposed to be the shy maiden. But I'm not Arya, and I haven't smiled or laugh for what it seems an eternity. My uncle is beside him, smiling fiercely like his small wife. Roslin Frey. I don't even have the courage to mad at her or at her family. I am so so tired of this pointless life. Make it end... My last prayer
As usual, sorry for everything this is bad etc etc
I know I like to focus on the character's thoughts and it's difficult to read/understand. Hope it wasn't too unpleasant. If it was please accept my apologizes.
