This is definitely a new kind of story for me and I have no problem really writing about any ship. If you do not like the idea of a Jorah/Sansa ship, please move on. Enjoy. This takes place with Daenerys as Queen of the Realm, sitting upon the iron throne. Sansa is/was married to Ramsay. The only thing truly different is Daenerys being in KL, Cersei is dead, Tommen and Margaery gone, and the ship and story is dedicated to my friend and number one fan, Rachael!
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A new start.
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"I will tell you only once more, if you cannot hold your tongue, I will have my men remove it for you."
Daenerys sat upon her Iron Throne, a throne she had come into possession of only weeks before. She looked at the raven haired man down below, the pin he wore on his coat catching her eye more than once as she studied his body language. With a deep breath, she questioned, "They call you 'Littlefinger', is that correct?" Petyr Baelish smirked and bowed his head, grandly bringing his hand out to the side in a sweeping motion, "At your service, your grace. They do call you, your grace, is that correct?" Daenerys squirmed in her seat, her eyes looking at Jorah and Missandei before she snorted, "Tell me, Lord Baelish, why should I not have you fed to my dragons? What use are you to me? I have heard nothing but bad things about you. My own birds have told me how you betrayed Ned Stark for the bastard King."
Petyr's eyes flickered and he nodded, "I serve the hand that feeds me, your grace, and the hand that feeds me is usually the most powerful. Kings come and go, as do Queens, but I remain, ready to serve the next one." Petyr watched the Queen's face as she stared down at him, but he was not too surprised when she questioned,
"What can you give me in order for this hand to feed you?"
The tension in the room was great, but Petyr bowed head, "May I approach the throne?" Jorah put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but Daenerys held up her own hand, pausing his actions without a word. She watched Petyr walk up to her before he leaned down at eye level and whispered, "I know where one of the most important keys to the North is and I am willing to bring it to you for a price." Daenerys leaned forward, "What is it you speak of?" He grinned, the stench of his breath assaulting her nose, but she did not lean back.
"Sansa Stark is the last known remaining Stark child alive and she is in Winterfell as we speak. Her brother, Robb Stark, was made King of the North by the people, making her the Princess and heir to his crown. Let me bring her to you and with it, you will have the North in your grasp."
Oh, how Daenerys could have jumped for joy at his words, but she remained still in her throne, her eyes wide and smile on her face, "What do you want in return?" Petyr didn't want the North anymore, but with Cersei Lannister dead, her brother Jaime missing, and Tyrion Lannister across the sea, a large castle sat upon a large rock, waiting to be occupied.
"Give me Casterly Rock."
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Sansa stared out the window of their carriage, watching the snow begin to disappear as they rode further south. She looked to her right and saw Petyr's eyes closed, his head tilted back as he slept. She should be happy, shouldn't she? Petyr had returned to Winterfell just a few days earlier and had his men sneak into the Bolton's chambers during the night to slice their throats. Roose and Ramsay, who had just begun to trust Petyr, never saw such a thing coming. Sansa was free from the torture, both physical and sexual, that she received from Ramsay, but now what was happening? She could no longer wait for her guardian to wake,
"Lord Baelish?"
She nudged his arm slightly, but did not receive a response, "Petyr!" Petyr jumped up from his sleep and looked at Sansa, who in turn was looking aggravated. Before he could even rub the sleep from his eyes, she questioned, "Why are we going back to Kings Landing? Nothing good has ever come from that place and I know-"
"Darling, please, you know I would not allow anything drastic to happen to you."
The look she gave him was one that could kill, but Petyr chuckled and took her hand in his, "Listen close, Sansa. The Bolton's are dead and gone and you will no longer suffer. Had I known you were going through such pain, I would have rescued you sooner. Ramsay Bolton promised me that his hand would never harm you, but I see now that he was a liar. Kings Landing is free of Lannisters and is ruled by the one true Queen now. We will arrive there and you shall see what a brilliant woman she is." Sansa could not help but wonder if he was speaking the truth, since she truly felt she could not trust him. Sansa's mind drifted to thinking of Tyrion Lannister, her first husband of whom she heard went missing not long after she fled the Capital. Was he back in Kings Landing? Would she have to marry him again?
"Now that I'm a widow, what would the Queen want with me?"
Petyr smiled to himself as he looked out his window before he looked at her, "The Queen has realized that you are the last known Stark still alive. You may not understand this, but you are more powerful than you think, my dear. You will understand when we get there."
His answer was not good enough for Sansa, but what else could she do?
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"Have you ever seen the Stark girl?"
Daenerys looked at Jorah as they sat in the gardens, him watching over her as her shield while her and Missandei took in the sun. Jorah shook his head, "I have never seen the Stark children, your grace, but I have seen their parents. A handsome couple and no doubt that have made handsome children." Daenerys nodded and hummed before speaking, "I hear that Sansa Stark is the most beautiful Lady in the North. Her hair is red like fire and her eyes are as blue as ice." Missandei commented, "She does sound lovely, your grace. Will she be your ward?"
"Until I can find good use for her, she will be under my protection. The gossip in this castle is that she has not seen a sunny day is quite some time. Perhaps Jorah could walk with her in the gardens while she is here?"
Jorah looked at Daenerys and slowly nodded, "As you wish."
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