Kissed By Fire

Author's note :Hi :) So, this is my first attempt at a SanSan fic, I hope you'll like it. It's been a while since I've read the books, and I can't wait for the next and final season in April! Nothing belongs to me except for the story itself and the characters I invented. I took the liberty to change a few things and mix up events from the books with some from the tv show. I hope it won't be too confusing, since I am not very good with the timelines.

So, here's the first chapter! Have a good read, and don't be shy to leave a review or ask questions :)

English is not my first language.

*Warning : Mention of violence against a woman - Suggested rape - Mention of gore

Chapter 1

Losing faith

'' Your Grace, Lady Sansa, '' Maester Pycelle's tone was dramatically grave as he addressed his young king and his wife.

Sansa focussed her gaze on a piece of parchment on the old maester's desk, trying her best in keeping a neutral mask. Despite being wed to the King of Westeros, she hadn't been crowned queen in return, and thus didn't deserve to be addresses as such. The fool, Ser Dontos Hollard, had paid the high price for calling her ''queen'' during the wedding feast. He had been publicly stripped, humiliated, beaten, and then mortally drenched in strongwine. Later, his chopped head with his bloody bulging eyes and his broken nose had been placed right in front of Sansa, the first and only gift from her beloved new husband.

'' The Fool now rests in peace with his Queen, '' Joffrey had mocked.

Fortunately, when the meal was brought to their table, and right before Sansa passed out, Cersei ordered the Hound to remove the fool's head from her sight. Joffrey seemed at first displeased, but then agreed when his mother suggested they could adorn Lady Sansa's room with some new decoration. Sansa had been forced to smile and thank the Queen for her generous gift.

This had happened almost a year ago, but Sansa swore she could still smell the horrid scent. She hadn't dared to complain, though. Things might have turned worse.

Gods, how could things turn worse than they already were?! She was wed to the cruelest man in all the Seven Kingdoms, her days started and ended with humiliation and pain, and she was alone in the world.

Despite her prayers to the Father, Joffrey was still king, and no one had managed to defeat him yet. Despite her prayers to the Mother, no mercy had been shown to her family, which had been murdered before anybody could save her. Despite her prayers to the Maiden, her maidenhead had been taken in the most painful possible way, and every night she lost more and more of her innocence. She didn't know she could be taken in so many disgusting and painful ways, and by more than one man.

And finally, despite her last few prayers only addressed to the Stranger, she was still alive…

If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with, the Hound had said. It seemed a long time ago, but Sansa remembered that conversation as if it had happened yesterday. She had called him awful then. He had retorted that he was honest. It's the world that's awful. And, no matter how much she hated to admit it, he had been right all along.

There were no gods. Or, at least, if they existed, they weren't there to save them, but to taunt them and make them believe that they were good.

If gods existed, they wouldn't have let Ser Illyn Payne behead her father, Eddard Stark, the most honourable man she had known. If gods existed, they wouldn't have let the Freys and the Boltons murder her mother, her brother Robb, and his pregnant wife in cold blood. If gods existed, they wouldn't have let Theon Greyjoy sack Winterfell and kill her little brothers, Bran and Rickon. If gods existed, they wouldn't have let Arya marry Ramsey, Lord Roose Bolton's evil bastard. If gods existed, they wouldn't have let Jon's so-called brothers betray him by stabbing him repeatedly until he died from a final blow in the heart.

If gods existed, they wouldn't let Maester Pycelle say what he was about to say.

'' After a thorough examination, I have to tell you once again, that Lady Sansa is not with child any more than she was last month, nor the one before that . Since it's been a whole year now, I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that she might be barren! ''

Sansa knew what was coming. Still, she started feeling unpleasantly numb, and knew she was about to faint when Joffrey started yelling. She heard a faint smacking sound, then felt herself falling to the ground as blood spilled from her split lip.

No. There were definitely no gods.

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Ok, so I know it's short, but that's just the beginning! If that first chapter intrigued you and you want more, please let me know in a review! Thank you :) I'll see you later in the next chapter.