I will be skipping around a bit in this chapter..I will cover her few days before the wedding and then go to the wedding. Enjoy. Thank you to my friend Rachael for helping me with a few ideas!

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Our vows

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The Gods have chosen her fate and Sansa always thought the Gods knew what they were doing.

The morning after she went to Mance's hut, she awoke the next morning and snuggled into what she was laying on. Her hand came up and touched the fur and animal skin she felt and whatever was under it was warm. Sansa slowly opened her eyes and saw she was laying against someone's side and when she lifted her head, she saw Mance asleep and his mouth slightly open as he snored. Without waking him, Sansa was able to sit up in the bed she was in and crawl slowly and quietly out of it, her limbs aching from the way she was positioned all night. The sun was out, but unfortunately the trees shielded their camp away from it's light. Sansa walked to the curtains, looking back at Mance once more before leaving his hut and walking into the cold outside air. All of the Wildling's were up and tending to their chores and when some saw her leaving their own King's hut, Sansa blushed slightly and wrapped her arms around herself before rushing to her own.

When she entered, she found Joanna telling some other Wildling women what to do, "Aye, put the bath there and make sur eto fill it with hot water." Sansa cleared her throat and all three women looked up at her, "My Lady! Where have you been? I came in this morning and you were-"

"I was with Mance."

Joanna looked at Sansa's disheveled appearance, but Sansa shook her head, "No! I mean, I spent the night- No, wait, I-" She paused and caught her bearings, "I wished to speak with him last night and we had dinner before I fell asleep while telling him stories of my past." Joanna began to laugh, "Well, I knew you didn't fuck him! Now, come on, we have to get you bathed and dressed. Today, you shall be practicing." As Sansa was undressed, she looked at Joanna and frowned, "Practicing? What do you mean, practicing?"

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"There you are! Have you brought that dagger I had your brother give ya?"

Sansa was dressed in a fitting fur coat with a black skirt and boots fit for the snow. She nodded and took the dagger from her pocket, "What does Joanna mean by practicing?" Mance walked to her and she noticed he was dressed in his own large fur coat once more and gray breeches. He took the dagger from her, "I told your brother to practice with you, but I can see now he didn't." Sansa held up her black gloved hand, "Don't be so sure. He had me use a training sword." Mance snorted and unsheathed the dagger, "You won't be using swords, girl, you'll be experienced in daggers. This dagger was my mother's and I wished to give it to you as an early wedding gift. Do you accept it?"

He watched her take it from him and slowly nod, "Yes, I accept it. It is quite lovely." Mance saw her holding it wrong and he fixed her hand around the hilt, "Lovely and dangerous. You best watch yourself with it or you'll hurt yourself." Sansa nodded, "I think I can handle it. Why do I need to learn to use this?" Mance walked to her side and questioned, "Have you ever learned to use a weapon before?" She shook her head and he continued, "Had your father taught you how to use such weapons at an early age, you'd be able to protect yourself." He was standing behind her and Sansa shivered as he leaned down to whisper into her ear,

"Those stories you told me last night, the pain you have endured, you are going to use that pain to give you strength from now on."

Just the night before Sansa sat on the bed with Mance and began to tell him stories of her childhood in Winterfell and how perfect everything was. Then she told him of when King Robert Baratheon showed up with his family and everything changed from good to bad. She spoke of all the beatings, the pain, the torture, the protection, oh how kindly she spoke of Sandor Clegane. Sandor. A name she has not spoken on her lips in months, but a person she thought of often. Through the night, she told her tales and cried and laughed as she spoke of her almost killing Joffrey by trying to push him from the bridge. She told Mance everything in secrecy and with trust and Mance promised to never tell a soul. She knew he would honor her wishes and before she knew it, she fell asleep in the middle of telling her tale of how she escaped Kings Landing with Petyr Baelish.

"All the people whose hands you suffered by, you will think of them as you fight off any man that comes for you."

Sansa looked at him, "But you said I would be safe here." Mance nodded, "You will as long as I am around, but there are times when I must leave for a week or so with my men. How will you be able to protect yourself? There are others out here that you need to be afraid of, Sansa, not just the White Walkers." He gestured to a sake filled with grain and ordered, "Now, go and stab that sack until you feel comfortable with the dagger."

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That night, Sansa slowly lowered herself into a tub of steaming hot water, her muscles crying out as she was finally able to rest. Joanna walked in and Sansa covered her chest, "No reason to hide 'em, my Lady, I have 'em too, just not as big." Sansa smiled and let her arms rest in the water, "He was not going to let me stop with that dagger." Joanna was heating up some meat and she chuckled, "Mance likes to make sure everyone here has a skill to protect themselves. No doubt that you are handy with a dagger if he was teaching you." Sansa nodded, "Now, I can barely move." She bathed for a bit and stood from the tub, Joanna helping by wrapping a sheet around her and giving her a fur coat to wear,

"Your gown will be here on the morning of the wedding. I suppose Mance worked out a deal with your brother a bit ago and it was made for ye." Sansa looked at her, "Made for me? Jon had it made?" Her friend nodded, "Aye, he paid for it, but Mance told him what to make. No doubt it has the fur of an animal on it." Sansa smiled and whispered, "No doubt it will at least keep me warm."

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Growing up, Sansa always thought of weddings to be exciting and beautiful. She loved how the Lord would drape his house cloak on his bride's shoulders and promise her a life of love and protection. She did not know how Wildling weddings were, but she feared that the men would carry her to Mance's hut and strip her for him, just like at all weddings.

It was the morning of her wedding day, the last three days had been spent getting to know the clan, walking with Mance throughout their small 'village' so she could understand the ways they lived. Sansa walked by his side, her back straight, and her head high as he pointed out different things. He watched how she acted like a perfect princess and he would sigh and shake his head before continuing. He didn't want her to think she had to always be proper around him, for he was nothing like that. Sansa heard Joanna enter her hut and speak, "The sun is up, the air is cold, and today is the day, my Lady!" Sansa sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, "Thank you for reminding me that I am being married off someone for the second time, Joanna." Joanna had become her only friend since she's been there, only a few of the Wilding men, including Tormund who attacked her in Mance's hut, he had taken to talking to her on and off. Sansa stood from her bed and Joanna had her sit at her table before she placed a bowl of milky substance in front of her. Sansa took the wooden spoon and dipped in in what she thought was stew of some kind, but she saw it had chunks in it.

"What in the seven is this?"

Sansa's face was of horror and curiosity as she let the substance pour back into the bowl from her spoon. Joanna smirked, "That there is a traditional wedding day breakfast, my Lady. Wildling lore states that should the bride and man eat this, it will prolong life together and give them strong children." Sansa was about to take a bite of it, but stopped when she mentioned children. "Children? I-I am to give him children." It was not a question, but Joanna took it as such, "Aye, hopefully boys, but no doubt a girl will be just as good. Besides, it's also supposed to help get ye with child on the wedding night." Sansa choked on the slop she was eating and finally took a breath, "That soon? Gods, I forgot about the wedding night!" She put the spoon down, but Joanna yelled, "You better eat that or I'll have to force it down! You are not going to break tradition!"

Just over in Mance's tent, he sat at his own table and Tormund sat next to him, "You best eat that gruel or you won't be getting your heirs." Mance frowned and then growled at him, "This is horrid!" Tormund smirked, "Aye, and I don't have to eat it. Just think, she's in her own hut eating the same shit." Mance ate his bowl full and then stood, "I'll be lucky not to get the shits later." Tormund chuckled and he watched Mance grab a dagger and some water,

"You're shaving? You must really like the girl."

Mance began to shave his face and he snorted, "Like her? I am doing duty to my clan by marrying." The hut was silent until Tormund whispered, "Aye, but you chose the most beautiful girl in Westeros and she has fire red hair. That is the rare kind to come by, Mance, and you knew that." Mance continued to shave as he replied, "Aye, she is the most beautiful girl in Westeros, but what makes you think I am doing it for love? I need an heir, Tormund, I am getting older and she is young and ripe. As of now, I can barely trust her bastard brother, so how do I know I can trust her completely? She's told me her stories, she's cried in my arms, but that doesn't mean I've fallen for the girl or she's fallen for me. As far as I know, that girl will never love me like she loves her fairytale knights." He finished shaving his face and looked t his old friend, "Winter is Coming, Tormund, the Stark's say it often and when winter comes, I will have us over the Wall and with the girl at my side, she will make it even more possible."

Mance grabbed a skin vest and tunic and held them up, "Help me dress for my wedding, old friend."

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"You look beautiful."

Sansa turned and saw Jon standing in the doorway of her hut and she cried out and ran to him, "Jon!" She jumped into his arms, not giving her gown a second thought as she held him. Her brother chuckled, "You'll ruin that pretty dress I got you." Sansa let him go and looked down at the gray and white fabric with two wolves at the hips, "This dress is lovely, Jon. How did you-"

"I asked some favors, sweet sister."

Jon placed his hand on the sleeve of her gown and played with the fur there, "It will at least keep you warm, except for.." He trailed off when he realized the neck of the gown went down in a square shape, showing off her bosom. Sansa sighed, "Yes, well, I have seen worse and you can stop staring." Joanna walked in and watched the exchange for a bit before saying, "It's good to show off what ya have, my Lady, Mance will be pleased." Sansa blushed and Jon took his sisters hand, "How has it been in the three days?" Sansa shrugged, "He has been very kind, showed me how to use my dagger, and let me tell him my stories." Jon arched a eyebrow, "He did? Well, he must like you." Sansa hushed him and Jon excused himself to go speak with Mance, leaving Sansa alone with Joanna to get ready.

As he walked to Mance's tent, Wildling men stepped in front of the curtains, "What do ye want, bastard?" Mance came from behind the curtains and looked at his men, "Let the boy pass, he's here for the wedding." Jon chuckled as he walked past Mance, "Still don't trust me, do they?" Mance eyed Jon, "I still don't trust ya, do you blame them? You betrayed us once, Snow, my men find it hard to trust those that betray." Jon eyed the man before him and then answered, "What happened at Castle Black was not my fault-"

"You did not come here to fight with me about this, did you? Today, I wed your sister and you have come to please her."

That was the end of that. Mance was dressed and prepared to meet his bride in the Godswood. He had orders that he and Sansa marry in the small Godswood and in front of the Old Gods as tradition had always been. It was now time for Sansa to walk the short distance to the Godswood and Joanna clasped a fur cloak around her shoulder, the long material hiding her gown from view. As she tied it, Sansa grabbed her hand and whispered, "When I married Tyrion I was scared, scared that something would happen to me by marrying a Lannister. I do not feel fear now, but I am nervous." Joanna smiled and pushed her own black hair from her eyes, "Nothing to be nervous about, my Lady. You will say your vows and kiss before the Old Gods before we celebrate the union." Sansa nodded and took a deep breath, "Then let's get this over with."

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Mance stood in front of the Weirwood tree, anxiously pulling at his fut coat and moving his black hair from his eyes as he awaited Sansa. Jon stood close by waiting for his sister to walk through the tree line, the whole clan surrounding the area and awaiting to see their soon to be Queen come through to their King. Jon spotted Sansa first and he smiled before looking at Mance, "There." Mance looked down the way and saw his fire haired bride walking through the trees and towards them. She stopped suddenly and Joanna walked in front of her to untie the clasp of her cloak. She whispered, "You'll get a quick chill, but you'll get used to the cold." Sansa smiled and whispered back, "Thank you."

The cloak was removed and Mance could not help but stare at his bride as she stood there, her gown of gray and white with the wolves stitched in standing out with her beauty. Her neckline was low, showing her bosom proudly and her red hair was half tied back, the rest laying over her shoulders. As she began to walk to him, Sansa felt eyes upon her person and she looked no where else besides Mance. As she reached the tree, Mance slowly held out a hand to her, which Sansa took willingly and as he helped her to stand in front of him, he bent down and whispered into her ear, "Lovely." As he stood tall once more, Sansa no longer felt cold and she glanced at Jon, who was standing next to Mance and he gave her a reassuring smile. Mance spoke first,

"I, Mance Rayder, King Beyond The Wall, take your hand in mine to place this ring upon your finger to show my devotion, my protection, and my love."

He did not pause through all of it and Sansa watched as he slid a ring made of a kind of metal upon her finger as he continued, "As your husband, I will protect you and our bodies and souls shall be one." Sansa became nervous and looked at Jon as he stepped forward, giving her the ring to put on Mance's finger. It was not Wildling tradition for the man to be given a ring, but Mance made sure one was made for him as well. Sansa took the ring from Jon and looked up at Mance, "I, Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell, take your hand in mine to place this ring upon your finger to show my love, my devotion, and my-" She paused, trying to think of what to say and she smiled up at him, "And my honor. I will be your wife, provide strong heirs, and our souls shall be one." The ring was placed upon his finger and it fit perfectly. Mance placed his hand over hers as Jon walked forward, holding a white fabric in his hand,

"This bond will connect you for life." He tied the fabric around their hands tightly and Mance took a breath, "You are now my wife and Queen, Sansa Stark Rayder." Sansa knew what was to come next; she was to kiss him to seal their union. She watched as Mance slowly began to lean down to kiss her and she slowly closed her eyes and tilted her head just as she felt his lips touch her own. The kiss was soft and did not last long, merely a chaste kiss on the lips to seal the union. It was not a kiss of love, but Sansa became hot in the face as it happened. Suddenly, Mance pulled away and Sansa gasped lightly, opening her eyes to see him looking down at her with a small smile. The clan around them began to clap and cheer as their new Queen took their Kings arm and smiled at them.

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A shorter chapter, but the next one will be the wedding night, it will be longer, and it will be rated M!