Chapter 1: You Owe Me
The big dark wooden doors slowly creaked open as Sansa was let through by the Queensguard. It had been almost seven months since Daenarys Targaryen took the iron chair with blood and fire. So much had changed since then.
Her brothers and parent were all dead, except Jon. Jon Snow was the new Lord Commander of the Nightswatch, which was a befitting position for the only bastard of Ned Stark. Arya was brought from the Free Cities to be the new Commander of the Queensguard. While in the Free Cities Daenarys met the wild wolf, and they became allies.
Cersei was dead, her two remaining children were exiled to the opposite ends of Westreos. Tommen was sent to the Wall, and Myrcella to Braavos. Tyrion was Hand to the Queen, and was openly courting Shae now, whose belly was rounder and rounder everyday. Every other Lannister was relieved of any positions they might have had, except Lord Jaime. The Dragon Queen took over half of the Lannister fortune and refilled the Seven Kingdom's vault full. Jaime Lannister was removed from the Kingsguard, due to the loss of his right hand, but was Lord of Casterly Rock now.
Sansa heard the infectious laughter of the new Queen as she walked down the long corridor to the Queen's Rooms. Before turning the corner, Sansa looked down at her light blue cut out silk gown. The fashion of Kingslanding changed drastically when Daenarys ascended the throne. Men wore breeches of rough cotton, vests and thick belts were now a part of the normal daily wear. Some knights wore different pieces of armor, and weaved arm bands. The Dothraki had influenced Kingslanding since their arrival over the Narrow Sea.
Women wore pants under their flowing tunic gowns of light fabrics that only went to mid calf. They wore high wasted belts and boots went just above the knee. Sansa's corset sucked in her waist and lifted her breasts to fill out the circle like cut out on the top part of her wispy light blue gown. Long sleeves were not required anymore, and hair was either worn down or braided in any fashion. Some of the whores had had competitions to see who could braid their hair in the most intricate design possible, and which ever lord visited the brothel would decide the winner, and he would have a romp with her for double the normal cost.
Sansa entered the Queen's Rooms and curtsied in front of the petite Queen. "Your Grace." Sansa said obediently.
"Rise Lady Sansa Stark." She said with a smile. "I'm glad to see you in the new tunic gown I gifted you. It's such a lovely color with your fire hair, and it brings out your eyes."
Her hair was the color of fire, the Queen would know, she has three dragons at her disposal, and the light blue made Sansa's Tully blue eyes even brighter.
"I thank you, your Grace. It is a lovely gown, and the fabric is very soft." Sansa sang her courtesies like she was the little bird again.
"Come sit beside me," she gestured to the cushion right next to her. Several other cushions were filled with her Dothraki handmaidens who fondled over the Queen like small child. "I have some very important news to share with you."
Sansa sat beside the Queen as she ordered her servants to leave in Dothraki. Daenarys silver hair was loose, and some of the silver hairs were floating in the breeze of the open balcony doors. The sun was shining on the hot day.
"Sansa," she used her first name, Sansa noted. "I know that you have suffered great hardships in the last five years of your life, as have I. But I want you to tell me about that time period when that incestuous bastard king had my throne."
Sansa inhaled as she thought back to those nightmare days she had to live through. Beaten and stripped before all the court on numerous occasions. Joffrey hated her for being the daughter of a traitor, and hated even more for her brother Robb was in an open rebellion against the throne. He married her off to his dwarf uncle, Tyrion, now enulled. He showed her, her father's and septa's head rotting on spikes. He lied to her face and everyone else and got her direwolf, Lady, slain. She hated him, almost as much as she hated her younger self, if not more.
"It started with fairy tales…"Sansa started. After what seemed like hours of talking, and holding back tears, Sansa finished "I escaped from Petyr Baelish, and found my way here the day before you took back your throne." Sansa exhaled slowly, exhausted and the day was not even half over.
"You poor girl, I know what it's like to love someone who is evil to you" the purple eyed Queen said thinking about her abusive power hungry brother, Viserys. "I know what it's like to be bartered with in the marriage game. Do you know why so many Dothraki have crossed the narrow sea?" she asked.
Sansa shook her head no. "My first husband was Khal Drogo. He was the only one I loved, he taught me to be a woman, a warrior. He had one of the biggest khalasaars in history, and our son, Rhaego would be the stallion to mount the world, and unite the people into one big khalasaar. Due to my stupidity and day dreams, they both died. But from it my dragons were born from my husband's funeral pyre."
A small smile danced across the lips of the Queen face as she reflected back on her own past. "Sansa?" she asked.
"Yes, my lady?" she answered back.
"I set you free the day I took my throne back, Sansa. As the heir to Winterfell I have kept you safe, while it is being rebuilt to its former glory. You owe me something in return."
Sansa looked her Queen right in the violet eyes. For a moment Queen Danerys Targaryen, the warrior dragon queen of the realm looked like she was about to recapture the little bird again. Her violet eyes widened as she breathed, "I need you to secure half of the kingdom for me. I have matched you to Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer."
Sansa's mouth parted as her eyes widened. 'No. No! No! Not a Lannister, anyone but a Lannister!' she screamed in her head. Remembering her courtesies, "Your Grace, as brave as Lord Lannister is, I am not worthy to be his wife. I am unsuitable for any Lannister." Sansa slandered her own self with lies in hopes of dashing this marriage proposal.
"Sansa, I am not one to make my ladies do anything that deals with their personal lives, but as Queen to the Seven Kingdoms, and Khaleesi to the Dothraki, I need you to do this. I'm not commanding you as your Queen, I'm asking you as my loyal friend and servant. It has to be you, and I know how hard this is because he was Joffrey's uncle, but Lord Jaime asked for the marriage himself." Daenarys violet eyes were gazing back at Sansa's own blue orbs.
Hardly breathing, "He asked for it?" Sansa was just as confused as unhappy. "Please, Your Grace, I don't want to marry a Lannister. Lions do not lie with wolves. Please your Grace!" Sansa was on her knees in front of the Queen, begging.
"Sansa, don't make it an order. You have to do this, not only for the Seven Kingdoms, but for me as well."
Tears were flooding down Sansa's porcelain skin. "Please," she choked on her sadness.
Daenarys felt her pain of not wanting to marry against her will, but so much good had come from Daenerys' marraige to Khal Drogo. The sympathetic Daenarys Targaryen was gone now, and Daenarys Stormborn replaced her. "Lady Sansa Stark, I, Queen Daenarys Targaryen Stormborn, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles and Chains, Queen of Meereen, and Princess of Dragonstone hereby order you to accept the marriage proposal of Lord Jaime Lannister, Warden of the West."
Silence swallowed up the room. Sansa couldn't breathe, she needed air before she - no, she wouldn't faint. She wasn't that weak little bird anymore. Sansa stood up, and straightened her tunic gown. Daenarys saw the fire in her blue eyes.
"If it pleases you, your Grace, then it shall be done not for my happiness, but for yours."
Stung, Daenarys dismissed her, but before she was out the door, "Lady Sansa, I hate to do this, but it must be done, your children will be heirs to the north and west, be honored. Be strong, be courageous my friend. I know how you feel, and good can only come from this. Your wedding is to be two days from now. Lord Jaime will be here on the morrow to properly greet you. Be yourself Sansa, and woo him with your fire."
Sansa left without bowing, the tears were dry on her face now. Sansa wouldn't let herself cry over Lannister men anymore, Joffrey had wasted all the tears they were permitted. Sansa was turned down the long corridor, and went down the stairs and out another door; she was in the throne room.
"Gods," she muttered, as she passed that damned throne made of iron swords. Ever since Daenarys took back the throne, the bannisters had iron spikes sticking diagonally out of the base and at the top. The unbroken dragon skulls were brought up from the dungeons, and put back in their rightful spots, tapestries of older Kings and Queens of the Targaryen family covered the walls with their dragon like presence.
When Sansa got to her room, she bolted the door, and collapsed onto her bed with grief. 'To think that I have to marry into the Lannister family makes me sick. I hate them, I hate all of them. I hate their green eyes, their stupid golden curls, and most of all, their Lannister smile.'
"Mother," she began to pray. "Give me the strength to carry through this. I want to live a peaceful life, one away from all of this. I am a direwolf with the looks of a Tully. I am winter."
Sansa didn't think the Mother Goddess heard her plea, and not before long, Sansa fell asleep with a heavy heart.
The next morning, Sansa awoke, and dressed in a red tunic gown with cut outs at the side. The cutouts were lined with golden silk. She wore her black pants and boots. A golden chained necklace, and a golden chained belt were her accessories. She braided the sides of her orange auburn hair and pulled the braids back to the center of her head, where she clasped the two together with a golden hair pin. After dabbing some perfume around her neck and on her wrists, she left her room speaking to no one.
Her heart pounded as she neared the throne room, the Queen would be in their already, and Sanso hoped Jaime wasn't. She hoped his horse would have fallen and crushed his leg, or someone robbed and murdered him on his way here from Casterly Rock. The oversized dark wooden doors were already open, Sansa could hear her Queen talking to Viserion, one of her dragon children..
"You are a direwolf of the north. You were bred for winter, Sansa you can do this. You have to do this." She took a breath and released it as she walked into the throne room.
Daenerys was smiling at her dragon child, as the white dragon wrapped himself between the swords. His cream colored scales matched well with the Queens tunic gown today. She had a leather top on, but creamy pink silk spilled out of the rougher fabric.
Sansa obediently bowed before her Queen, and did not rise until she was told to.
"Lady Sansa, Lord Jaime arrived late last night by ship, he should be here soon."
"Is there anyway you will change your mind, your Grace? " Sansa asked blatantly.
Daenarys cupped her white dragon's head, and rubbed his ears affectionately. "I married Khal Drogo against my will, I was sold a slave. But from that marriage I found my courage to fight, I had a son in my belly, and by the gods, they took him from me, as did they take my Sun and Stars. I remarried again, in order to keep the Free Cities a peace. I left Hizdahr zo Loraq, and came here to take what is mine, and I did. But now, I have married my nephew Aegon VI, and I don't plan on marrying another after him. This is your second marriage, your maidenhead is still intact, give it to Lord Jaime. Give him countless sons and daughters. He is a good match; now straighten up, here comes your betrothed." Daenerys displayed her smile in such away, her hate for the Kingslayer was apparent.
"Your Grace, I have come to claim my lovely wife to be, Lady Sansa Stark," he took a deep sweeping bow. His golden prosthetic hand glinted of the light from the torches.
"Lord Lannister, it is so wonderful to see you again after all this time. I have only one request from you out of this marriage."
"Surely it's not for more gold, you cleaned out half of my vault already, and I still am richer then the Seven Kingdoms combined."
"No it is not about gold my Lord. I have one clause on your marriage. If you hurt her in anyway intentionally, I will strip your family of all gold and titles, and I will burn your cock off, and you can be like that fool Varys. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal clear, your Grace. But I am not my nephew, I have seen the world for what it really is, and as a cripple-" Sansa noticed his golden hand twitch a little –"I can promise you, I will not hurt her."
"Swear on your life," the Queen commanded.
"I, Jaime Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, and soon to be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, swear upon my life for all that it's worth that I will not hurt Lady Sansa Stark intentionally."
Daenerys nodded her head with approval, "Very well now, Sansa, go plan out your ware for tomorrow. I want you in a complete dress and smallclothes. A bride always wears a dress. Jaime please escorts her to rooms."
The betrothed couple walked out of the throne room, arm in arm. Jaime stopped the two at the end of the hall, "You know I will not hurt you, Sansa?"
She didn't say anything, she was bubbling with rage on the inside.
"Sansa?"
She turned on her heel and fled from him.