Based on the valar-morekinks prompt: "Star-crossed lovers in the Ottoman Empire. Sansa as the young widowed sister of Robb the Ottoman Sultan, and Jon as his best friend/advisor/servant who was kidnapped from a foreign land and sold into slavery as a boy."

Here is a guide for the character counterparts:

Sansa - Hatice Sultan
Jon - Ibrahim
Robb - Suleiman
Roslin - Mahidevran
Margaery - Hürrem
Jeyne - Gülfem
Brandon - Selim I
Rickon - Mustafa

(P.S: I'm not a good writer so please don't expect this story to be great & I own nothing.)


When her nephew, Prince Rickon, announced that he wanted to visit the gardens, Sansa literally jumped at the opportunity and volunteered to accompany the young heir to the Stark Empire herself. It wasn't only because she wanted some fresh air and a change of environment (which she did, Rickon's mother, Lady Roslin became one of her closest friends and confidants when she and Rickon arrived in the harem a few months ago, but the chief consort's constant worries and complaints about the King's new concubine, Lady Margaery, irritated her and she needed an escape) but also because she knew that he would be there.

As the King's only sibling, the Princess has knowledge of her brother's daily routine and whereabouts. Today, she was certain that she would find Robb in the gardens, playing cyvasse with his loyal friend and steward, Lord Jon Snow.

The idea of seeing the steward close made Sansa's heart flutter. No one, not even her closest friend Lady Jeyne, Robb's former favorite, knew how she felt for the young man.

It was stupid and silly, Sansa never imagined that she would feel this way again, not after her failed marriage to Harry Hardying. The Princess had once thought that Harry was the subject of her songs; a man brave, strong and gentle who would love her not for the title she held but for who she truly was. Harry wasn't a cruel husband, but he never cared for her. He only saw her as a pawn, an object he can flaunt to remind everyone that he was the King's good son and that their union gave him powerful allies in the capitol.

However, Harry was gone now, he died in her Father's last campaign leaving Sansa a widow. After his funeral, Sansa came back to Winterfell, no longer believing in knights and songs. She waited for her Father to make her another match, but her Father passed away and a new King is now seated on the throne.

Robb made a promise that he would never force her to marry, yet, Sansa knew that she can't always escape her duty. She already resigned to the fate of having another loveless political union with one of Robb's governors or advisors.

Then came Jon.

Sansa learned about him through the fond tales told by her brother, Rickon, and Roslin. Their stories about the Dornish slave turned steward intrigued the Princess, and she became eager to meet him. She wanted to thank him for being a true and loyal friend to her brother despite his difficult and treacherous job as the King and the ruler of the Northern Kingdom. However, she and Jon never had the chance to talk or meet each other, and the only time she saw him was when he passionately played his harp in the balcony of her brother's solar.

The sight of him strumming the strings of his harp, wrapped in his own world seemed to have enthralled the Princess and every night, she would find herself waiting by the window of her room, for the steward to appear with his instrument.

This became a routine, until Sansa can no longer sleep without hearing Jon's music. Then, a night came when the balcony stood empty, followed by another, and another causing a restless Sansa to worry.

At first, she doesn't want to admit it.

She had missed him, not just the melodies he played, but also his presence. She yearned to see him again, to know why he was absent. Was he busy? Was he sick? Did her brother send him away?

Recalling what her Father did to the councilors that displeased him, she was afraid that he might be dead. No, she had to remind herself, we have a different King now and Robb would never do that.

Robb was no Brandon the Grim, her brother and Father were different from each other. Whereas King Brandon was unforgiving and ill-tempered, Robb was more like their Uncle Ned, he was more calm and open to reason.

What if he was with a concubine?

Images of Jon, playing his harp for another woman, him in her arms started haunting Sansa's mind. Yet, why would she care? Her brother had concubines, so did her Father and Harry and the other Northern lords.

But those women didn't make her jealous not like the one who was possibly with Jon.

Though, why? Why would she be envious of an unknown woman? And why does her heart ache for not seeing Jon?

It took long before she recognized the feeling in her heart.

She was in love.

With Jon.


Jon knew it was wrong. He shouldn't look at the King's sister intently, but he can't help himself.

From the moment the Princess entered the garden with the Prince Rickon, Jon's eyes hadn't strayed away from her.

Robb's younger sister, Princess Sansa, was a sight to behold despite the simplicity of her blue brocade gown. The color of the fabric made her eyes bluer and bigger, and under the sunlight, her hair shone like copper. It was something he didn't notice in the many nights he spent, sneaking secret glances at her while she watched him play his harp through the window of her room.

Robb had told him a lot of stories about his sister when they were still in Moat Cailin, but Jon never imagined that the Princess would be this beautiful, and it makes him think that if the Northerners worship the Seven, the people will all agree that Sansa was the Maiden come to life.

He wished he could tell her how magnificent she looked and how her presence caused his heart to race, but he can't. It was improper and he had prompted himself in the nights that he would catch a glance of her that she was the King's sister and only sibling, the Princess of the Northern Kingdom and the Stark Empire, and a lowly slave like him, is not worthy of her. That one day, she would marry one of Robb's advisors and him, the steward would only receive what the King gifts him.

"Your music is sorely missed, my lord."

Jon was broken from his thoughts when he heard the Princess's sweet but soft voice. He hadn't noticed her come close and he was surprised that she was already beside him.

She let out a small smile and suddenly, it made Jon uncomfortable, he can't find the right words to say. He swallowed, how was he supposed to explain that he stopped coming to the balcony to prevent himself from further falling for her?

"I-I, I was busy, your grace." Jon stuttered, "The King asked me to oversee the preparations for the invasion of the Westerlands."

It was part-truth, part-lie.

Yes, the King had given him this very important job, yet, it doesn't mean that he has to work the whole day. He had a lot of time in the evenings, especially now that the King rarely asks for his presence as his grace was preoccupied with the new concubine, the fiery girl from the Reach. And Jon spent his free time in the library, far away from the King's balcony to avoid the temptation of seeing the Princess.

She nodded, and then her eyes trained to the King and his son who were both engrossed in the game they were playing.

Then she fished something from the pocket of her gown and held it towards him.

"I made this for you," She said almost shyly, holding out a gray fabric with elaborate stitches of snowflakes towards him. "I want to thank you for being a good friend to Robb, he had always wanted to have a brother, but with our tradition, it's difficult, I'm glad that he found you."

She gracefully placed it on his open palm and he shivered as her delicate fingers brushed against his. His eyes remained on the kerchief before he looked up to meet her expectant ones.

"Thank you, princess."

The bright smile that graced the princess' face would surely be etched in his mind and his hand tightly gripped her gift, afraid that it would suddenly disappear.

She excused himself from him and asked leave from her brother. When she departed, he followed her with his eyes and he was filled with so much happiness he had never experienced ever since he was forcibly taken from his home.

He may never have the chance to speak to her again, but he'll forever have this moment in his heart.


I'm not sure if this can be considered a Magnificent Century AU fic because I changed a lot of things to fit it in the GOT world. It's not a good work but if I can garner enough positive reviews and kudos, I will convert this to multi-chapter. I hope you enjoyed!