Sansa woke to the sounds of screaming. She had a weird dream; she dreamt of giving her maidenhood to Cesare, which was ludicrous within itself. It was so weird though. It felt so real, and perhaps lucid. It was one of those dreams in which you can remember every little detail, every sound, every feel, every smell, and every emotion. Sansa shifted in the bed and winced at the sticky feeling between her legs. Great, she thought, I thought I stopped bleeding days ago.

Sansa threw the blanket back and sat on the edge of the bed. Her head throbbed, and her legs ached. Sansa walked to the bucket of water on the side of the room and grabbed a cloth, dipping it in the water, then wiping off the blood from her legs.

"Hello, Princess" a voice rasped from behind. Sansa jumped and saw that it was Cesare lying on the bed, presumably naked—his torso was bare, and the blanket just barely hid his lower torso.

The dream was real, she thought, chewing her lip, her heart beat and breathing increased, I just gave my maidenhood to him. No, no, no, this can't be right.

Sansa realized that she was standing in front of him, naked as her name day. She was quick to cover herself and he just chuckled, "What are you doing?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips, "I've seen it all before…"

"Did we…?" she asked. Sansa knew what they did, but she hoped that it wasn't true.

Cesare made a mmm sound. She bit her lip again, grabbing her small clothes and crumbled brown dress from the floor. She quickly put her clothes back on, but struggled with the buttons of her dress. She cursed both the dress and Cesare. She was on the verge of tears, what would they think of me now?

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Back to the Queen," she said, "I've been gone too long…"

"She doesn't care"

"Yes, she does"

"Just come back here," he pouted, patting the space next to him, "We can cuddle some more"

"No cuddling!" Sansa snapped as her fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons on her dress. Finally, she finished the dress and pointed to the brush on the bedside table "Pass me the brush"

"As my lady commands…" he said, and she rolled her eyes. She's had about enough of this boy, and his stupid charm, and his stupid good—okay, better than good—body.

The sheets were brought down as he reached over to grab the brush and she could see the V of his mid-driff. Sansa sighed, and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Ahem" Cesare said, snapping her back to reality. He gave her the brush and she swung around to face the mirror. "You know, all you have to do is crawl back in here and I'm all yours"

"Shut up," she muttered, "shut up, shut up, shut up"

"God, I wish I could do this every night. My brother is lucky to wed you…"

"SHUT UP!" Sansa almost screamed, throwing the brush towards him. He dodged it by a mere inch. It hit the headboard with a loud bang.

"What was that for?!"

"I don't want to talk to you. I'm doomed now, thanks to you"

Cesare scoffed, throwing back the sheets and standing up, "Thanks to me? Oh please. It's not like you said stop! Hells, you pulled me back in and I even asked you if you were okay with this and you said yes. Don't act like the fucking victim here, Sansa. You wanted this since the first day we met; I could see it in your eyes. We're both doomed"

Sansa stormed out of the room with tears in her eyes. She told herself to not cry, not in front of him again. Never let him see you suffer by his words, never ever, ever. You are a Stark, and you do not cry because of some stupid boy.

…

Cersei had been blabbing on for twenty minutes now. Sansa took another sip of wine, praying that this night would just end.

A boy with long shaggy blonde hair crept towards the Queen and whispered something in her ear. The Queen kept chuckling and looking over at Sansa. The boy left and Cersei sighed, looking over Sansa's shoulder.

"Oh, my darling boy!" she yelled, waving to someone, "Come on, Sansa" Cersei grabbed Sansa's arm and yanked her up, making her spill her wine. Sansa groaned and followed the Queen.

Cersei led her towards Cesare. Sansa bit her lip and dropped her eyes.

"Did you two have fun?" she asked, and both Sansa and Cesare exchanged quick glances. Cersei giggled to herself, catching them.

"Doing what?" Cesare asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean…" she looked at Sansa and smirked, "A little birdy told me all about what happened in Sansa's chambers…"

"Have you considered that your birdy was lying, dear mother?"

"Oh, I have" she said, "But I've heard the same thing thrice over. Joff wouldn't like this, no, no, not one bit. But I won't tell him…No" she chuckled, almost to herself, "He'll know soon enough…"