This is my first Fic but I've been leeching onto fan fiction reading my heart away for awhile ;D .
I felt this was an underrated pairing so it made it all the more fun for me to type it.
To anyone with criticism be harsh as possible. I seriously want to be a better writer and knowing my mistakes are the only way. I won't be hurt over it. My special ability is not being hurt by things on the internet lmao.
Enjoy! Hopefully!
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"Sansa! Sansa!"
Sansa quickly looked up from her dolls at her Nanny Matilda with a pout.
"No need to pout child, this has been planned for a long time now. It's not so bad. You get to go to a beautiful ceremony and-"
"Yes it is, it's not fair! Mommy and Daddy are forcing me to be engaged with some savage!" She says as She gets to her feet and runs out of the room with Matilda at her back chasing her.
"Sansa come back you need to get ready child!"
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"Eddard do you think we should do this? And so early at that." She says as she paces back and forth in the Masterfully decorated bedroom. Beautifully done tapestry of wolves and snowy forests adorn the walls. The Bed is gigantic big enough for 6 men. The room itself is very spacious.
Lord Eddard Stark finishes dawning his ceremonial winter fur and sits next to his wife. He takes her hand in his and looks into her eyes. "Cat if there was a better way we'd do it." He sighs hard. "But the best way to ensure the house of Stark and Targaryen are not enemies is to connect us through marriage."
"But why so young? Sansa's barely seven years old, still a baby"
Lord Stark squeezes his ladies hand gently and says "We need something to pacify them, they've been pushing farther into northern territories and we want to stop them without fighting."
Lady Catelyn Stark was about to voice another concern when a laughing Sansa and a tiring Matilda were running down the wide hallways, narrowly avoiding tables and furniture, ran past their door. Lady Stark quickly rose to her feet and said "Sansa STOP!" Moments later an oh so sorrowful Sansa walked in the room.
Her father couldn't help but laugh at his daughters acting,"Come here girl we know you're not sad about what you did, you just don't want to see your mother's wrath. I don't blame you either." He said with a wink as he outstretched his arms to welcome his daughter into his lap.
Mildred quickly sat down in a comfy chair in the corner of the room and breathed out "I'm sorry... I just couldn't... catch her."
It took a great deal of self control for the Stark parents not to laugh. Mildred was young but she was overweight. And to see her slumped over from the small amount of running it takes to get from Sansa's room to theirs was priceless.
Catelyn smiles "It's fine, Sansa knows it's bad to run when you're trying to help her get dressed." She looks at her daughter with a stern look, "Sansa this is important, and if you're not ready by the time of the Ceremony then your butt's going to become real good friends with my belt!"
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*CHOP* *CHOP* *CHOP*
"Come on Dany that's enough practice for today. You need to get washed up." Jorah says as he walks out to see Daenerys swing her sword into a practice dummy.
Daenerys looked up at her God uncle with steely blue eyes and her signature fighting scowl."This is ridiculous! I don't want to get engaged. I want to fight!" She emphasized her last words with another fluid swing of her sword.
Jorah breathed in the cool fresh air that surrounded the Winterfell training grounds. He knew it was going to be a hard task to get the half Dothraki half Targaryen princess to stop training long enough to get dressed for the ceremony.
The training grounds were mostly empty because the Winterfell warriors were gone getting ready for the engagement ceremony. There were practice dummies and Arrow targets scattered everywhere. Also next to the castle entrance from the training grounds was a large wall like shelf covered in swords, bows and arrows, maces, hammers and all other tools of attack.
"That is true but this is important too. Your father and mother have been setting this up for many months. Now all you have to do is put a ring on a pretty girl's finger and kiss her on the cheek."
Dany skillfully put her arakh (scythe like sword commonly used by Dothraki) into its holster next to her arming sword. She walked quickly away from Jorah towards the castle in attempts to hide the light blush that rose to her cheeks. She calls back to Jorah as she walks, "Fine I'll do it, but only because father and mother set it up. Not because I get to kiss some girl!"
Jorah smiles, knowing he's ruffled the little dragons scales and got her to go get ready all with a little teasing.
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The ceremony hall was magnificent. It was in the shape of a giant rectangle. On the two long sides were decorated oak benches with Wolves and other forest animals carved into them. The benches were lined up in rows. On the walls were stain glass windows, causing the lighting in the room to become unique and heartwarming. The entrance doors were gigantic, they were covered in two banners. The one belonging to the Targaryen's was red and black with a fearsome three headed dragon in the center. The Winterfell banner had a tan and green background with the head of a raging wolf in the middle. At the other end, parallel to the doors were two chairs atop a platform raised by steps,they were equally huge and luxurious. One held the sign of Targaryen the other showed the house Stark. On the left side of the chair to the left was a another luxurious chair slightly smaller than the two middle chairs. To the left of that was a long bench. It was set up in similar fashion to the right side of the chair on the right.
The guests started to pour in, Winterfell residents in the benches to the right and Targaryen/Dothraki in the benches to the left. The peoples had mixed three generations ago to cut down on inbreeding and so that the strong forces could combine to create a near unbeatable Clan.
The guests spoke amongst themselves and there was friendly inter talking between the Targaryen/Dothraki and Winterfell Residents.
The guards of both houses stood to the sides comparing weapons and talking battle techniques. A lot of the Winterfell warriors had never seen an Arakh and it excited them to see a new exotic weapon.
The Kings, Queens, and close family members took their seats in the respective places atop the platform. Kings in the large chairs, Queens in the chairs next to them, and close family members residing in the benches. Though Viserys had wandered over to the Winterfell bench to talk to a less than interested Robb about the latest city fashion.
There was a loud resounding of trumpets that quieted the large group of people occupying the room.
An old man in a gray monkish robe stood at the end of the wide path, that stretched inbetween the benches on either side of the room. He spoke in a surprisingly loud raspy voice, "Today marks the day of engagement of two Princesses. Sansa Stark of house Stark and Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen of House Targaryen."
When he was done speaking Daenerys walked in through the doors. All eyes fall on the fierce warrior princess. (I'm not the best with clothing descriptions but go to this link if you want to see what I'm talking about art/Daenerys-Stormborn-373285330). She was tall for her age, around 4'8. Her hair was long and flowing down her back. At the top of her head were two braids that crowned her. They formed a circle which lead to the back of her silky, platinum blonde hair. She wore a dark blue armored tank top. She had on dark blue leather tights which was covered by a loose skirt like cloth that came to her knees. On her feet she wore calf high gray leather boots. She had penetrating Blue eyes and calm facial features. Though those were hidden by the serious look she held on her face. At her side she held two swords that reflected her two lineages, the Arakh and arming sword. She came to a stop on the left side in front of the maester.
Moments later Sansa made her entrance. The people's eyes now shifted from Daenarys to her. The little princess was a cute size, about 4'2. She wore a flowing green dress with a silver snowflake necklace. Her shoes were mostly covered by the dress, but she had on woven sandals. She had twists at the top of her head, on both sides of the part that was in the middle of the top of her head. The rest of her hair was in loose waves that hung in the front of her body .She looked a little nervous in front of all those people so she kept her eyes on her mother. This gave her the confidence to don a small smile. She had green eyes and a cute face that held a promise. The promise that her face wouldn't stay cute, but would eventually transform to become heart breakingly beautiful. She stopped on the right side of the Maester.
Many in the crowd had smiles that showed just how cute they thought the young couple was.
Catelyn Stark carefully looked over the Stormborn princess. It was the first time she had ever seen her. Her family had only arrived in Winterfell that morning. She was relieved to see that she was pretty. However, the ferocity that poured out of her worried Catelyn, she prayed that no harm would come to her daughter.
Eddard Stark smiled. He was glad that Sansa would have such a strong warrior to protect his daughter from the dangers of this world.
Daenarys under her scowl was in awe of what she would soon get to call hers. She wondered if she was an angel as the maester began to speak once more.
"These future queens will one day tie the House Stark and Targaryen. In ten years they shall marry in front of Gods and Men alike. However, until then, this engagement will stand as an iron promise of betrothal." He pulls two rings from the sleeves of his cloak. One a simple band of gold, the other much like the first but contained a diamond with two smaller diamonds on either side of the larger diamond. He hands the simple golden band to Daenerys, who slides it easily onto her ring finger. He hands Daenarys the other ring once she has put the first one on.
Daenarys takes the ring and looks at the shy girl in front of her. She holds up her serious face because if she didn't she'd look just as scared as the girl in front of her. Not because of all of the people watching them, but it was putting a lot of pressure on her to take what she thought was an angelic being as her own.
Sansa was going wild inside. It was showing outside in the timid expression on her face and her hands slightly shaking. Unfortunately, Daenarys facial expression wasn't helping. The girl across from her didn't look like a princess, but a savage instead. She was worried that someone like that would be the one who she got married to. The only good thing about this to Sansa was that she would get to braid her pretty golden hair before bed every night when they got married.
Dany put the ring in her fingers in a way that she could slip it onto Sansa's finger.
Pause. There was a long pause in the ceremony that was getting longer because Sansa's anxiety had caused her to zone out and forget to hold her hand up. The guests were getting a little restless and started to whisper which didn't help in the slightest with Sansa's anxiety.
Daenarys didn't feel anxiety because she didn't get afraid in front of crowds. But she was puzzled and a little worried as to why the fiery haired angel in front her wasn't accepting the ring.
The Starks were passing worried glances at each other. Hoping their daughter's mind would re-spring into action soon.
Count Drogo, Daenery's father was becoming impatient. The quiet, gruff clearing of his throat brought his daughters attention. With a single small nod of his head he communicated with his daughter that she should take control so that everyone could get on with their lives.
Without hesitation Daenerys used her free hand to grasp Sansa's shaking one. Daenerys commented to herself how soft Sansa's hands were. She maneuvered the ring onto Sansa's hand, and it fit perfectly.
Sansa gulped audibly from embarrassment and from how hot the blonde girl was. She had never felt a hand so warm in all of her 7 years, especially when it was so cold outside. But that was just the sensation she needed to wake her from the ice storm her brain had been in. She turned her head slightly to the direction of the doors so that her cheek would be exposed to Daenarys. Her eyes were closed and it kind of looked like she was bracing for impact.
It was Dany's turn to be out of sorts. She looked at the smooth cheek of Sansa and decided that it looked better untouched and pure. But that sweet notion was crushed when she her father quietly tap his foot. She leaned forward, little lips pursed, ready to hit the target.
Robb Stark, the eldest Stark child could not hold back his mirth any longer. He fought the giggles of watching his sister stand there dazed in front of all those people. He battled back the snickers that tried to fight there way out when his sister "braced for impact." But, now seeing this girl who just 3 seconds ago looked like she would tear your head off for looking at her wrong hesitate and worry over giving his harmless little sister a kiss. That was too much for him to bear and his laughter broke free in full force.
This laughter made Sansa look in his direction just in time for Daenerys to plant a wet inexperienced kiss onto Sansa's slightly open mouth.
The crowd showed their surprise in sharp intakes of air through their mouths. But it subsided and turned into quiet snickers as they saw the two lords chuckle in mirth at their daughters expressions. Daenerys very uncharacteristically looked a little apologetic. And Sansa had shock strewn all over her face.
*SLAP*
Sansa hit Dany on the cheek with an open handed smack. It wasn't hard enough to bruise, it held much more bark than bite. It resounded in the room and Daenery's face showed a little red.
Immediately Catelyn stood and shouted "SANSA STARK!"
Daenery's parents were busting a gut laughing in their seats. Their daughter was an excellent fighter and a warrior who would rather die than show they felt hurt. So to see their little dragon look hurt and surprised over that small smack was hilarious. Robb and Viserys were also laughing really hard at the small show of violence.
The room was split with people snickering and some who looked quietly on in anticipation, they wondered if the bigger girl would hit her back. Eddard Stark who didn't want his daughter to think her actions were acceptable looked at Sansa sternly, though he did want to laugh.
Dany for one of the first times in her life was at a loss for what to do. Usually she met violence with violence but she could never hit her angel. Literally, Sansa was in a promise sort of way hers now. So in unfamiliar territory she used unfamiliar tactics. She did what her brother did when he didn't get his way. She complained. "Why did you hit me! How was I supposed to know you'd turn your head at the last second!"
Sansa equipped with her green glare looked into Dany's blue eyes with her hands on her hips. "Your icky saliva got into my mouth! Who knows where your mouth has been! Plus you could have stopped yourself when you saw me turn my head duh!"
Daenarys retorted "Any way you look at it its your fault! If you hadn't moved your head I wouldn't have had to stop!" Dany was burning hot under the collar now. "You...You STUPID GIRL!"
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YES!? No!? Definite MAYBE?!
Oh and thanks for reading XD
