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01x01: Winter is Coming.
Chapter Eleven: Taking the Final Step.
"He's so handsome," Sansa gushed thinking about Joffrey, she couldn't believe that she might one day marry the prince; it had come as a surprise to her when her father had revealed King Robert's plans. Sanira looked to Catelyn who was doing Sansa's hair, she didn't blame her good-mother for looking bored at listening to Sansa talk on and on about Joffrey; she hadn't shut up about the prince since he had arrived in Winterfell that morning.
"When would we be married? Soon? Or do we have to wait?" Sansa asked continuing on, she didn't notice the exasperated look on Sanira's face as she thought about the wedding that she would have when she married Prince Joffrey. It was sure to be a grand affair and Sansa couldn't wait to see the capital, this was everything that she had ever wanted and more.
"Hush now. Your father hasn't even said yes," Catelyn murmured resting a hand on Sansa's shoulders, she wasn't fond of the idea of her daughter marrying the Prince; she got a bad feeling about him and it certainly didn't ease her mind. Joffrey might have been Robert's son but all that Catelyn could see was the Lannister in him, she dreaded to think what sort of man he was with a mother like Cersei Lannister.
The Queen had done nothing but look down at everyone since she had arrived and it was plain to see that Winterfell was the last place that Cersei wanted to be; she stuck with her handmaidens and her youngest children since arriving.
"Why would he say no?" Sansa asked confused, she couldn't understand the notion that her father would turn down what Robert was offering. It was everything that Sansa could have ever wanted and to head South would be wonderful, she had heard so much about the capital and wished to see it for herself.,
"He'd be the second most powerful man in the kingdoms," Sansa mused looking over at Sanira, she was thrilled with everything that was happening and she was sure her good-sister would understand her. Sanira had left everything behind in Aeredale to come here to marry Robb and everything had worked out for her; Sansa was sure the same would happen to her when she married Joffrey.
"He'd have to leave home. He'd have to leave me. And so would you," Catelyn tried to explain, she dreaded the idea that she would lose her husband and daughters to this; she didn't want them riding South when everything was perfect as it was.
Catelyn couldn't forget the last time that Eddard had left her behind, he had come back from a war with a bastard son; it had broken her heart and she had forever hated Jon Snow ever since. Pausing for a moment at her mother's words, Sansa took a deep breath knowing that she dreaded the moment she would leave her mother behind but she would have to do it someday.
"You left your home to come here. Sanira left hers to do the same. And I'd be Queen someday," Sansa reasoned knowing that being Queen would be worth it, she was sure that she would make a great Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Queen Sansa Baratheon had a wonderful ring to it in Sansa's mind and she couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be Queen; she adored Cersei and she wanted to be just like her.
Sanira shared a look with Catelyn, she wondered if Sansa realised what she was letting herself in for; she was so innocent and had no idea what it would be like in King's Landing. Court life wasn't for everyone and Sanira doubted that her good-sister was prepared for the back-stabbing and gossiping of the capital.
"Please make father say yes," Sansa pleaded turning around to face Catelyn, her blue eyes shining at the idea that her father would turn the King down and she wouldn't get to marry her beloved Joffrey. Catelyn stared down at her daughter, her heart pounding in her chest and she wasn't entirely sure what to say to her; she was still hoping that Eddard would say no to all of this herself.
"Sansa…" Sanira whispered wanting to stop her good-sister, she could see how torn Catelyn was and this was going to be hard enough without Sansa plying on the guilt. The young Stark girl had no idea what she was letting herself in for and Sanira could only worry about what would happen if Eddard agreed to Robert's wishes.
"Please! Please!" Sansa begged turning to look at Sanira sure that she would understand what she wanted, this was her chance of a happy ending and she just wished everyone could see that.
She was finally going to have a prince to whisk her away and Sansa couldn't wait for that; she was sure that Joffrey would treat her like a princess when they were married. They would have princes and princesses that looked like Joffrey and Sansa was sure that everything would work out the moment that her father said yes.
"It's the only thing I ever wanted," Sansa pleaded turning to look back at her mother, she wanted to marry Joffrey and she feared that someone would ruin her dream for her. Catelyn took a deep breath, she couldn't imagine what would happen if Eddard agreed to this and she hated that her family would be pulled apart; she didn't want to see her children leave Winterfell behind just yet.
Looking across the room, Sanira watched as King Robert drunkenly groped a woman almost glad that she hadn't married a man like that; she had no idea how Cersei coped with his behaviour.
"Don't think so hard," Robb teased sitting down next to Sanira, he had been watching her and he had to admit that it was a little amazing to watch her facial expressions when it came to watching the royal family. He looked across the room at King Robert, he certainly wasn't the man that Robb had pictured after learning all about the Rebellion; he was an entirely different person now.
"I'm just surprised…" Sanira whispered to him, she turned her attention away from Robert who was laughing aloud and seemed to be enjoying himself. Compared to his wife, Robert was having a wonderful time anyone who looked upon Cersei could see how bored she looked and that she wished to be anywhere but here.
Robb looked at his wife waiting to hear what she had to say, he had been watching her since her royal cousins had arrived and he was a little relieved she wasn't like them. Already taking a dislike for Joffrey Baratheon, Robb couldn't see how his father could even consider marrying Sansa to him; the prince seemed like a mummy's boy and so very different to Robb himself.
"Arya," Sansa cried out as her younger sister launched her food at her, thus interrupting Sanira and causing them both to look over at Arya who was trying to find something else to fling. Getting to her feet, Sanira quickly intercepted her younger good sister before she could draw more attention to herself; she peeked over at Catelyn who offered her a look of thanks.
"Time for bed," Robb chimed deciding to join Sanira in escorting Arya off to her bedroom, it was getting late and he had little desire to stay at the banquet. Opening her mouth to protest, Arya still found herself being led from the banquet hall and into the quieter corridors of Winterfell.
"So what were you saying back at the banquet?" Robb asked once they had dropped Arya off to her bedroom so that she could go to bed, he was curious about what she was thinking. The two of them had found themselves growing closer in the three months since they had married and Robb was pleased that things were working out so well for them; he had been a little worried that she would completely reject him.
Brushing her fingers through her hair, Sanira nibbled on her lip knowing that it was time that she opened up with Robb; he had been so wonderful to her since they had married.
"Just how lucky I was," Sanira mumbled moving to sit down on the bed, she had always been told that her husband would push her to do things that she didn't want to do. Arlenna's advice on how to make a marriage work was far from the best and only served to scare Sanira when she had thought about marrying Robb.
Raising an eyebrow, Robb moved to sit down on the bed next to her even more curious and he guessed her fear that had appeared when they had married had mainly been down to her talks with her mother. It was no surprise to Robb that Arlenna had no comforting words to offer to Sanira in her letters, they were more reminders of how she was failing as a wife because she hadn't consummated her marriage when she was meant to.
"I could have ended up with someone like Robert… yet for some reason the Gods gave me you," Sanira continued looking down at her hands, she had never expected any of this to happen and she was sort of glad for that fact. If it hadn't been for her father and Eddard's agreement, then Sanira knew that her mother would have pushed harder for her to marry Joffrey; even if she hated her cousin because of how he treated people.
It didn't help that Sanira had such horrible dreams about her cousin and they all seemed centred about him being King; she dreaded the moment that Robert died. Slowly looking up at Robb, her brown eyes met with his blue one and Sanira could almost feel the tension that started to build between them; her eyes searched his face before she leant forward and kissed him.
Drawing his wife closer, Robb deepened the kiss almost surprised that Sanira was finally making a move; he had been so patient and he was happy to wait longer if she changed her mind. Moving to help Robb out of his shirt, Sanira couldn't help but laugh as he struggled for a moment to help her out of her dress; she turned around so that he could see the fastenings.
Brushing her hair out of the way, Sanira couldn't help but smile a little as she felt Robb's fingers nervously trail down her back as he loosened her dress. Once he was done, Sanira peeked back at him as she got to her feet and allowed the dress to fall away; she swallowed nervously as she took a look at Robb's face.
Robb got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head before he kissed Sanira again, he gently guided her to their bed; he wasn't going to rush this and the last thing he wanted to do was frighten Sanira or hurt her. He doubted that his wife would ever allow him to touch her again if he did and Robb was a little nervous about what he was doing; unlike Theon who seemed to screw everything in a dress, he had never touched a woman before.
Stripping off his own clothes, Robb climbed into bed with Sanira wanting to give her one last chance to change her mind; he wouldn't be mad if she did so.
"Are you sure?" Robb breathed looking down at his beautiful wife, he couldn't thank the Gods more for bringing her to him; he couldn't imagine anyone else at his side for the rest of his life. Sanira slowly nodded her head and kissed Robb, she wrapped her arms around his neck sure about what they were about to do and hopeful that it wouldn't hurt as much as her mother had told her.
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