II

Sansa as a Lannister


"The King has accepted the betrothal between House Lannister and House Targaryen."

Sansa looked up from her plate and watched her Father in surprise, there was a hint of a triumphant smile in his face and in his cold emerald eyes, a rare thing to see after her Mother died birthing her youngest brother, Tyrion.

Sansa knew that her Father for years had been trying to broker an engagement between her older sister, Cersei and Prince Rhaegar, the King had repeatedly ignored it but now it seems like their Father has finally succeeded.

She then stared at Cersei who was seated beside Jaime. Her sister was beaming from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with glee while Jaime on the other hand has an unreadable expression on his face and his hands were clutching his utensils tightly.

Though Sansa didn't really like her sister, she still felt happy and a little jealous because Cersei not only gets to become a Princess but she'll also become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms one day.

Prince Rhaegar was a kind man and Sansa likes him, she remembers when she was young that the Prince would often sing to her while playing his harp whenever she visits the capitol when her Lady Mother was still alive. Now it has been years since she last saw the Prince.

"When we'll we be married?" Cersei then asked, her lips still curled into a smile.

"You won't be marrying anyone Cersei, not yet."

Their Father answered and Cersei's smile faltered while Jaime raised his brow in question.

"But you said a betrothal between House Lannister and House Targaryen."

Lord Tywin nodded, "Yes, a betrothal between the two houses, the King agreed to have a Lannister Queen for his son, the Prince Rhaegar, but it is not you, Cersei."

Sansa's heart pounded as her Father's eyes slowly went to her direction, no, he does not mean that-

Her Father gave her a warm smile, like those he gives her mother when she was still alive.

"Father?" She asked in confusion.

She nervously glanced at her siblings sitting across the dining table; Cersei's eyes were now filled with tears, eyeing her with contempt while Jaime was trying his best to comfort their sister.

"The wedding will take place five moons from now and the Queen wishes for you to visit the capitol as soon as possible, after you finish eating, you will pack your things and we will leave tomorrow morning, do you understand?" Her Father asked her sternly.

Sansa gaped and nodded absently. She was going to be Queen.