Sansa
The huge beast engulfed the sky sailor and the three ships behind it with the span of it's great wings. There was silence for only a second before she heard one of her generals shout; "Archers!" She ran to the other end of the ship to tell him that the woman riding the dragon was to be their ally.
But men are such fools. Such thundering great fools.
The archers aboard the eagle's justice pulled the strings in their bows tight and the loosed the arrows.
But the dragon was gone.
It reappeared beside the sky sailor, its claws skimmed the water as the rider became level with the deck of the ship.
"Sansa Stark?" A beautiful woman upon the onyx dragon called out.
Sansa did not know how to reply; she could barely get one word out, in such shock of the great beast beside her. "Yes!"
The elegant girl smiled and reigned the dragon upwards towards the clouds. Harry appeared behind her, his hand on her back.
"Was that her?" He asked as the dragon flew off into the distance towards the slowly approaching castle.
"Well...I know naught of any other Dragon riding queen."
The ships docked at the small harbour on the edge of the red fork. Sansa and the group of high status men that followed her were greeted by Daenerys, the woman who rode the dragon, and what appeared to be her council, though they were none that Sansa had seen before, with their many coloured cloaks and silks, eyes and hair of every colour of the rainbow.
In every direction she saw soldiers of many styles. Some wore spiked caps and stood as still as
Daenerys floated towards sansa, awash with purple and gold fabrics, glistening in the winter sun. The cold seemed not to phase her.
"Lady Sansa. It is so nice to meet you." She said in the same way as Margaery and Cersei had.
"Your Grace." Sansa curtsied. "Was that truely a dragon that you rode?"
"Would you join me for a cup of white in my solar? I wish to speak to you in private."
Sansa was startled, she had expected a council meeting which she would not be invited to, not a private audience with this queen.
"I...I would be delighted your grace." She stuttered and began to walk over the drawbridge with the queen.
Above the sandstone arch and iron portcullis hung the great sidgil of the tully fish, dancing in it's metal waves, but above that upon silver pikes we the mounted carcuses of many men.
"You Grace, who decorates your walls?" Sansa asked.
"That would be lord Emmon Frey, there at the top see?" She pointed "And various lannister generals or soldiers acompany him."
One frey dead. A thousand to go. Sansa thought as two very foreign guards opened the gates for them.
"We have many blood Lannister hostages with us at Riverrun, Daven and Genna Lannister. Tommen's great aunt and cousin once removed, as well as his elder sister Myrcella..."
"Myrcella..."
"Yes. Poor girl, had her face sliced opened. It became infected on the ride from Dorne but a healer I found in Ashai managed to cure the flesh." They were now in Riverrun's beautiful courtyard, small streams ran past weeping willows and ivory covered walls. Wooden benches sat beside hedges and sculptures, each with a different story to tell.
Sansa heard laughter from behind a tree. "Ah! Stop it! The water is freezing! Stop it you idiot!" The sound of water splashing muffled a girl's voice.
"Trystane!" She screeched again.
They walked over to see a boy and girl splashing each other in an ankle deep stream.
"Trystane! Myrcella! Stop splashing about you foolish children!" Daenerys shouted playfully.
They imediately did as they were commanded and bowed their heads.
Myrcella had grown, she saw. Her breasts had begun to form, her hips wider. For a moment Sansa saw Cersei as Myrcella looked up and met her eyes.
But it was not Cersei, as Cersei had no heavy scar across the cheek.
"Sansa?" She looked very suprised. "They told me you were dead." Then Myrcella laughed. "Oh well, I suppose we are all traitors now!"
You're no traitor. Sansa thought. If the Lannisters prevail you will play the innocent and retain your head.
The dark boy next to her bowed, "Lady Sansa, I am Prince Trystane of Dorne. It is a great delight to meet you."
Sansa curtsied,"And you Prince, pray is your father well?" Sansa had heard stories of Doran Martells great sickness.
Myrcella and Trystane looked as if they were to cry.
"Prince Doran died in peace a few months back." Daenerys said quietly.
"Oh,I am so sorry for your loss. I too have lost a father." And a mother, three brothers and a sister. "It was so nice to see you prince Trystane and Lady Myrcella."
Daenerys indicated to her that they should leave, and so they did.
The master chamber had it's own staircase out from the court yard. It also had a wonderful view of the red fork as the rooms were situated right at the head of the castle.
The women sat at a small table on the balcony, Looking across the waters. A young girl with short hair and yellow eyes came and poured wine for them.
"Thank-you Missandei, you may leave us now."
"What is this your grace?" Sansa asked looking into her goblet. "Is it hippocras or..."
"It is the Meereneese white Lady Sansa."
"Oh, I see. " Sansa took a sip. It tasted of false sweetness.
Her Grace got up, "Lady Sansa. I asked to drink with me alone as I have learnt that men are all liars. Do not join them with your lies. Now tell me, If you pledge your alliegance to me, your armies and your Loyalty. What do you want in return?"
Sansa thought upon this for a moment, wondering what she truely wanted.
"Winterfell."
