Sup ya'll! As you can see, I'm straying away from GTA for awhile and trying new things. I've been working on a White Queen/GoT crossover for quite sometime and now I have the time to write it. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to critique and comment. Unfortunately, I do not own TWQ or GoT.
Sansa Stark. Lady of Winterfell, and soon to be your queen, I hope. As I write to you, my journal, I have you know that I am well off now that some moons and suns have past. I am no longer a plaything nor a slave to the Lannisters. I am my own woman. I'm no longer the little dove or songbird who sung at any man or womans' request. Now that we have that established, I will go into small detail on how my life has been after Joffery's death. For this is my first entry and I want to make it as intimate as possible.
Bliss
I feel a fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach whenever I think of it. Cruel as it may seem, I have my reasons to feel this sense of joy whenever I am reminded of the careless twits' death. The torture I went through will be worse for him ten fold. Wherever he is, I hope there is a vision of myself that haunts him to no end. As for Cersei Lannister, I have no knowledge of her whereabouts. She may be getting her fair share of suffering as well. My dreams are forever haunted by the nights and days I stayed with them. The beatings, the humiliation, the brief glimpse of my fathers' severed head on a spike that was displayed with pride and joy for all to see. All of it haunts me. Nonetheless, I'm stronger, wiser, and ready to take the throne of the North. Is it not my right? Is it not what is expected? There has been talk of marriage. Let us hope that that is not the case. There is one man in waiting. He goes by the name of Richard Plantagenet. What an awfully silly name for a ruler. Especially in lands like these. Plantagenet. If this is some horrid joke, it isn't amusing. Anyway, I have to put this thing up for bed. Until tomorrow then.
Sitting in her large swan feathered bed, Sansa braided her red tresses into one long braid that ended right above her lower back. The young dove's mind was racing one hundred miles per second. She could take the throne if and ONLY if she had a groom that was willing to rule the North with her. This troubled the Lady. Not only did she have bad experiences with men already, but she knew nothing of this man. How did she know that he would treat her right and wouldn't beat and humiliate her like he did? Besides, this was her right. The throne was hers. Her selfishness started to worry others and even herself, but what would you expect from a girl who went through the most traumatic and unfortunate events? Sansa Stark was a new lady who was matured and learned from her previous mistakes. Not many could really say that about themselves, but she could.
"Richard Plantagenet... Sansa Plantagenet..." Just the sound of their names together made the young girl shiver. She had the mindset of a ruler now. Sansa was young, but she wasn't naive. Not anymore. She'd be damned if she'd let some stranger stand in her way because of her gender or a "tradition." Lying down on her fluffed pillow, she clutched the blanket to her chest. It would take her some time fall asleep. It always did.
Yeaaah, that sucked, but ugh. I'll be hopping back and forth from Richard and Sansa quite often, but Sansa's the main character.