This is slightly different from the book. In the book, Sansa was to be married to Tommen after Joffrey's death. In this version, Sansa and Margaery have both been offered as brides for the king to be. The Lannisters have decided that Tommen will be allowed to choose his bride, of course assuming that Cersei will make the choice for him. Additionally, Sansa, Margaery and Tommen are 4 years older than their age at the equivalent part of the book.

Part one: The wolf cries at midnight

Tommen tip-toed across the room, hoping that the unwanted visitor would go away if they didn't hear anything. "Who's knocking on my door at this hour? It's too late for my mother to be coming to lecture me. It can't be a burglar or anything like that… there's too many guards. Maybe it was just the wind." The gentle knock sounded again.

"Psst… Tommen… are you in there?"

"That's not my mother… that's… Sansa…?"

"Psst! Tommen, can you hear me?"

"Yes I can hear you." He opened the door a crack. "Why are you here this late?"

"Can I come in? I want to talk, just for a minute."

"You're not allowed to see me when mother isn't here."

"Cersei is on the other side of the castle, probably asleep. Can I come in? I need to talk to you."

"Yeah I guess so." Tommen was quite shy, but he did have a soft spot for Sansa, one of his two possible brides to be. He opened the door, quickly shutting it as she entered the room. His eyes grew as he looked her over, she was always pretty, but tonight she was absolutely stunning. Long red hair flowing past her shoulders and pale white skin – almost the exact color of the snow that characterized her homeland. Her wispy dress shimmered in the moonlight as she walked across the room. She smiled shyly at Tommen, sitting on the edge of his bed, gesturing for him to sit next to her. She was quite similar to Tommen, both were generally quiet, preferring not to stand out from the crowd, in stark contrast to their older siblings. After nearly being married to Joffrey, Tommen seemed like a dream come true. She had initially been pleased simply because he wasn't his psychopathic older brother, but as time passed she was becoming increasingly attached to him.

"You have to make your decision in two days. Have you given it any thought?"

"A bit… but it's my mother's decision to make, not mine. She's going to choose who I marry."

"She wants it to happen like that… but it doesn't have to. It's officially your decision, Tywin said as much. If you tell the court you're marrying me… or Margaery, then that's who you'll marry."

"Mother would be furious. She'd probably lock me in my room for a week… or a month."

"Once you're married and independent she can't do any of that to you. You'll finally be free of her. Unless you let her choose your bride, that will let her dig her claws in and remain in control of you for years to come."

"Maybe… but I don't think I can disobey her… she scares me."

"None of that matters once you're married. All her intimidation will be in vain." She placed an arm over his shoulders, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dwell on that."

"It's alright. It is an important decision after all."

Sansa smiled playfully, attempting to steer the conversation in a more pleasant direction. "And do you know what happens right after you make your decision?"

"Cake? At least that's what I remember from all the other weddings. Long boring ceremony… and then cake."

She could barely contain her smile, unlike her previous fiancé… Tommen was adorable; she would definitely enjoy being his wife. "Yes there is cake… but before that you have to kiss the bride."

"Yes I know… I don't really now how though… I've been avoiding thinking about it."

She leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "Wana know a secret?"

"Okay."

"I don't really know how either… I've never kissed a boy."

"Really?"

"Yes really. My father and brothers were exceptionally protective of me." She smiled shyly, "So umm… do you want to practice?"

"Practice?"

"Practice kissing. So we know what we're doing when… or I mean if the time comes."

"Are you sure this is alright?"

"No one will know."

"Okay, then I want to."

Sansa leaned in, pressing her lips against Tommen's. Their awkward kiss lasted for only a few moments before Sansa momentarily broke off, pulling Tommen closer so they could kiss a bit more naturally. He looked at her, clearly about to say something. The words never left his mouth as Sansa parted her lips, gently pushing her tongue into his mouth. The embrace lasted several minutes, Sansa's tongue traveling around the inside of his mouth all the while, Tommen's own tongue not doing much other than occasionally licking at Sansa's. When they finally broke off, Sansa was smiling at Tommen, watching his face turn a most entertaining shade of red.

"I don't think we should have done that."

"Why not? Did you… not like it?" She seemed genuinely nervous.

"No, no… I liked it, I just…"

"Well I liked it a lot." Hearing a girl several years older say she liked kissing him excited Tommen quite a bit.

"Okay, then I guess it was okay for us to do."

"And now we'll be less nervous when the time comes."

"Yeah, I guess so. Although… there's still that other thing we have to do after getting married… that scares me a lot."

"That other thing…? Oh you mean sex…" Now Sansa turned red, matching Tommen's earlier color. "I think it'll be kinda scary… but mainly fun. Think about it… on the night of our wedding we get to go into a bedroom and have sex with each other even though our over protective parents don't approve. Doesn't that sound exciting and kind of… wicked?"

"I'm not nervous because of what my mother will think, I'm nervous because of you and Margaery, you both…" He trailed off, clearly not wanting to tell her.

"We both what?" He was avoiding eye contact. "Tommen we both what? You can tell me."

"Both of you… make me a bit uneasy, you're a lot older and well… I don't know if I can do it."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides… it's not like myself or Margaery know what we're doing any better. Actually, I take that back, Margaery probably has lots of experience."

"Either way, it still scares me."

"Well… do you want to practice then? Make it less scary. Wait. No. I don't mean practice sex… I mean… well I don't know what I mean."

An awkward silence descended upon the room. "We could touch each other, experiment a little bit."

"I don't know…"

"Come on… it'll be fun. If you're nervous, I'll let you go first."

"Alright." Tommen smiled as he watched Sansa start to lift up her dress, stopping as his hand pushed down on hers.

"Sorry, I don't want to touch you down there. If mother came in while we were doing this… she'd probably whip me with a belt… and throw you out the window."

"If Cersei came in I would leap out the window myself and say a silent prayer for you as I ran… but none of that is going to happen because Cersei isn't coming." As Tommen opened his mouth to protest, Sansa's hand found its way over to his pants, rubbing against his crotch with her open palm. She could feel him stiffening beneath her.

"I still really don't…" His breathing was becoming heavier as he stiffened.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Well maybe I do." Sansa began undoing the buckle at the top of his pants. "I don't want to do anything tonight… I just want to see it, I've never seen one before." She quickly had his pants and underwear off, his member glistening in the moonlight as she looked down at it.

Sansa held his erect member in her hand, gently stroking it. She looked up at him, quickly looking back down as her face turned bright red. Tommen let out a deep breath as she released it; he had been holding his breath the entire time.

"So, is it good, or…?"

"It's great. Very warm and supple under my fingers… I really like how it feels. " She blushed even deeper red. "I'm excited to have sex with you on our wedding night." Her voice quivering, "You are going to pick me… right? I mean… I didn't come here to seduce you… just to make sure you know I desperately want to be with you… unlike Margaery who just wants to be queen. I just wanted to tell you that."

They both froze as the door opened and closed. Sansa was faced away but she knew who it was without looking. "Cersei, it's not what you think. We were just…" With Tommen's member out it was pretty obvious what they were doing. "I'm really sorry, I just."

"Cersei? Do I look like a middle aged woman to you?"

Her head spun around as she glared at Margaery. "Oh… it's you. Even worse."

"Well what do we have here…? It looks like the Stark child is trying to seduce my future husband. And by the looks of things she is doing a decent job, at least by the standards of a boney pixie like her."

She sat down on the other side of Tommen, "You don't want a wife like that… she's barely shaped like a woman."

"I'm shaped just fine and I'm a lot prettier than you, most men don't like the whorish look." Sansa wrapped her arms around Tommen, pulling him into her.

Margaery shoved Sansa away with one arm while she removed her clothes with the other, tossing them into the corner. Sansa didn't want to admit it… but it was true… Margaery was shaped like a goddess. Big plump breasts, wide feminine hips and a large perfectly shaped butt, all complimented by a tall slender frame. Sansa stepped away from the bed and took several steps back, expecting Tommen to push himself away and declare his love for her. But as Margaery removed his remaining clothes and lay down on her back, nothing of the sort happened. She pulled Tommen on top of her, lining his member up with the entrance to her vagina.

"Tommen, would you allow me the honor of making a man out of you?"

He responded by wrapping his arms around the small of her back and thrusting into her. Sansa watched in horror as their bodies danced in the moonlight, Tommen's small frame pumping in and out of Margaery's much larger body, both of them moaning. She could tell that Tommen's were real while Margaery's were completely fake. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, attempting to remain strong as the horrific scene unfolded before her. Sansa wanted to rush over and rip Tommen off of her, but the combination of grief and shock paralyzed her. Margaery closed her eyes, a deeply content look spread across her face as she helped pull Tommen inside each time he thrust into her. Tears were streaming down Sansa's face as the dance came to an end, Tommen hilting himself inside Margaery as he released his seed, moaning as he did.

Tommen lay facedown on Margaery's chest, his eyes closed and his body motionless except for the slight movements caused by Margaery's breathing. She ran her fingers through his hair, as Tommen fell asleep on top of her.

"Sansa, would you be a dear and close the door behind you, I'll be staying with Tommen tonight."

Sansa cried herself to sleep.