So, after writing a Sansa x Margery lemon as an expansion of another story I would've written, I decided I may have not been done with it. So I decided to continue writing expansions on that story, each chapter focusing on a subplot of my AU season five. It may not be exactly what I had in mind, but it comes pretty much close enough.
Disclaimer: Once again I own nothing but this story. Game of Thrones and it's source material is property to G.R.R Martin and HBO.
Sansa Stark awakens from her night of peace with Margery, and two things went through her head; groggyness and want for more of what Margery had to offer. Unfortunately Margery herself was asleep despite the sun shining brightly through the room. She was so peaceful and quiet that Sansa was frightened that death has taken another one of her loved one.
That was when she heard it, crying of a infant in the other room. Sansa hated to awake Margery from her sleep, but motherly duty calls.
"Margery...Margery..." Sansa whispers nudging Margery, but Margery didn't wake, so a small grin formed on Sansa's face as she got an idea to wake her. Sansa leaned down towards Margery, gently taking her right breast into her hands, leaned in and quickly, but with force, bit down on Margery's nipple.
"Ah! Seven Gods !" Margery nearly screamed before noticing the room around her, the girl in the bed with her, and hearing the babe in the other room.
"Well, that's one way of getting things done." Sansa thought to herself.
Margery sat with her legs crossed and a smile on your face "So I take it another little game is out of the question ?"
"We have tonight." Sansa shrugged. Both girls giggle at this and climb out of the bed and head towards the door, before realizing they where still naked. After they quickly redressed, Sansa followed Margery to her sons room "I don't believe I properly introduced him to you have I ?"
"Only his name...Robert Waters."
Sansa mused of how when Margery told her of how in her early pregnancy, she told Tommen about it. Tommen wanted to name the child after his (step)father and Margery secretly wanted to name the child after Sansa's brother. It was an easy agreement.
Margery opened the infants door, she and Sansa walk in to see the child's uncle Loras holding little Robert. The babe was seven months old, and crying. His most noticeable feature was the strawberry blonde hair that he inherited from the Tyrell's.
Sansa knew of the child's true parentage, almost everyone knew, but the fact that Margery named the child a bastard, had the reddish gold hair, and the child was to be raised at High Garden, made him more Tyrell then Lannister. Olenna Tyrell, in her famous way of speaking, claimed that it would make Tywin Lannister scream in his grave.
As a bonus, once Margery was sure that Stannis Baratheon didn't see him as a threat, she would ask Stannis to naturalize the child as a Tyrell.
"You're holding him wrong Loras." Margery said, as he brother tried to rock the child quiet.
"I'm holding him the same as you." Loras said.
"And how many infants have you cared for ?" Sansa asked.
"At a young age, I could never leave little Margery alone." Loras said gesturing towards Margery.
"And little Margery is now a mother, and she wants her baby." Margery reached out and gently took Robert from Loras. "Have you missed me little one ?" Margery asked, nuzzling her nose to Robert's. Proudly she looked to Sansa "Last week, he tried to crawl."
"Is that so ?" Sansa said, walking in to get a closer look of Robert. A child born from a family that nearly destroyed hers, and an innocent child at that. "May I ?" Sansa asked hesitantly.
"Mind his head..." Margery handed Robert to Sansa. Sansa's heart nearly skipped several beats, and she used one arm to hold the child to her chest and another to cradle it's head. She was nervous, but tried to find that same confidence she had the night before. She remembered how she held infants when she was younger; Brandon, Arya and Rickon.
Loras spoke out again "Margery...will you be joining me back at High Garden ? I'll be leading the Tyrell soldiers to the wall, and would like for you to be there for the send off."
Ever since the first few White Walkers have announced their presence to Westeros, by the Night's King no less, many have volunteered for the Night's Watch. Hundreds volunteer everyday, from the old to the young. Many houses volunteer their soldiers to wait behind the wall, as back up for the Night's Watch. Loras will be among them, leading on House Tyrell's behalf.
The only exceptions of course, where House Baratheon, and House Bolton. Stannis Baratheon's troops have been culled down to a few hundred, and are awaiting a fight with Danyerys Targaryen's army. The Bolton's where all but whipped out, on a strange night in which all Bolton troops slaughtered eachother. It was as if each solider became possessed by something else, one by one. When Sansa first heard of it, it reminded her of stories she heard of Wargs. It was eventually down to Roose and Ramsay, who where forced to fight to the death by this force. She doesn't remember the victor.
Sansa was snapped back to reality when Robert's little arms where reaching towards her blouse. Margery noticed and gently took Robert from Sansa's arms "Pardon him..he's getting hungry." Margery, and Sansa sat down on chairs in the room and Loras awkwardly looked away and walked out of the room, as Margery pulled a strap from her shoulder, exposing her right breast. Before Margery began to feed Robert, Sansa noticed a small bite mark on Margery's nipple.
Robert's teeth haven't developed yet, so Sansa smiled to herself as she thought "I did that."
"Beautiful isn't he ? A Lannister child is still an innocent child." Margery mused to Sansa.
"Yes that's true." Sansa began to think. All newborns are innocent, be it Lannister or Botlon. Sansa suddenly got a sad look on her face.
Almost sensing and knowing what Sansa was thinking Margery asked, "Would you have loved one ?"
"A Bolton baby ?" Sansa asked.
"It's still a baby." Margery shrugs. Sansa nodded, and began to think; could she loved a child born from a family that caused her pain, the father being her rapist, and grandfather killing her brother ? It's not like the child did those things. She wouldn't have hated it, but the reminder would have been painful. Sansa thought back to her mothers relationship with Jon Snow, and how there where times where she felt that her mother didn't truly hate Jon; most notably when Jon was young, a friend of his died, and it was Catlyn who assured him that the gods don't send children to the seven hells.
"Perhaps I would have." Sansa nods. She noticed Margery herself has a slightly sad look on her face "What is it ?"
"It'll happen again. Horrible things to people who don't deserve it. He was born, and the Night's King announced his existence to the world. The White Walkers are upon us...what's our hope ?" Margery asks.
Sansa thought of the words she heard since the Night's King sent his undead crows across the seven kingdoms. "They have ice, we have fire." Sansa placed her hand on Margery's back. Not a lustful hold she gave her last night, but a comforting one that she is used to receiving from Margery "If Danyerys sits on the iron throne, her dragons might be an advantage. And if Lady Melisandre is correct, Stannis is warrior of Light. What do the White Walkers have ?" Sansa asked.
Margery looked at Sansa, as if to answer, but Sansa already knew. The Night's King had her brother Brandon, and his companion Meera Reed. That is what the messages said, delivered by Undead Crows to the wall and Winterfell, as a taunt to both Sansa and Lord Commander Jon Snow. In those letters, the Night's King called Brandon a hostage, and a weapon. That same night, the Bolton massacre ensued. Those letters also said Meera would have another purpose.
Sansa took ome comfort that Rickson was in Kings Landing as a ward to Stannis, but she has yet to hear from Arya still.
"Come to High Garden with me." Margery said strait forward.
"What ?" Sansa asked, surprised at her bluntness.
"High Garden. If they do breach the wall, they'll be north first. Winterfell is in the North. I don't want to see you suffer."
"I always suffer." Sansa sighs "I suffered at Joffrey's hand, then Ramsay's. I know what it is to be the hostage of a monster, so I know Brandon's pain." Sansa stood up "As long as Brandon is there, Arya is no where to be found, and Rickon is in Kings Landing, I am the only Stark in Winterfell."
"Sansa, I'd stay here, but I can't put Robert in danger of...what ever the Walkers do to infants." Margery said.
Sansa placed her hands on Margery's and said "Then I hope you enjoy your stay as long as I do. This war hasn't started yet you know. Let's enjoy the peace while it lasts."
A smile formed on Margery's face, matching the one on Sansa's "Well, Lady Stark. What do you have in mind to entertain me, and my little one ?"
Sansa shrugged "Have you ever built a snow man ?"
So that was the second chapter. Hoping to focus on other subplots for the next chapter to center around. Thinking along the lines of what Arya or Tommen is up too, or how Brandon and Meera are being treated in the farthest North. Hope to be back to the story as soon as possible.