Now that everyone is on the way to Winterfell, there will be stops along the way. This chapter will contain a wedding and some other fun !

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Marriage

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"Father says that once we are in Kings Landing and he is King of the Realm, I will have my own library of books!"

Sansa smiled sweetly at the young girl sitting next to her, but on the inside she was tired. Tired of travel, tired of hearing stories, just tired. As if the Gods were granting her a break, she felt her breakfast coming up from her stomach and she cried out, "Stop the carriage!" She placed a hand over her mouth just as the driver heard her yell and stopped. Stannis and Shireen watched as she burst through the door and ran outside, retching up her last meal into the green grass. Stannis looked at his daughter, "Stay here and mind your business." As he exited the carriage, he gestured to his men to hold on as he walked towards an upset and sick Sansa. One of her hands rested on her belly as the other was touching her lips and when he heard her crying, he questioned,

"Do you get ill often?"

She looked back and wiped her tears away, "I've only been sick once before and that was a week ago. It-It's getting worse." Stannis nodded, "Selyse, when she was pregnant with the first child, she was sick as well, nearly bedridden for weeks." Sansa shook her head, "I can't be bedridden." He understood why, as she was trying to show strength, how she didn't need to be treated like the others. Stannis looked at the woman who was to be his wife in only hours and he offered his hand, "Why don't we keep riding and then find a Septon to marry in?" Sansa looked at his hand and questioned, "Must we marry tonight? I have no gown, no proper Ladies to help me-"

"Worry not about a gown or your Ladies, Sansa. We will marry under the moonlight and before a true Septon, making our marriage very valid and true."

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They were back to riding, Sansa sitting across from Stannis as Shireen slept, her head leaning on Sansa's arm. He smiled and whispered, "She likes you." Sansa nodded, "I can tell. Isn't it too soon for her to be so attached to me? Her mother-"

"Shireen was never close to her mother. Selyse always claimed Shireen was a gift from the Gods only because she couldn't give me true male heirs. All I have ever wanted was a son to take on the legacy I leave behind."

Sansa looked at Stannis and argued in a whisper, "A girl can take that kind of responsibility as well, your grace. A daughter may not be a son, but she can still be as strong and smart as any man. All she needs is a chance to prove that." They all rocked as the carriage rode over rocky roads and Stannis simply nodded, "I agree with you, my Lady. Perhaps a girl could take such a legacy and make it even more powerful and stronger." Sansa's smile was small, but she smiled all the same at the King before her and then looked out the window. Shireen, who had pretended to be asleep during the whole conversation, smiled to herself as she thought of how happy Sansa could make her and her father's lives.

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It had only been two days, but the village was beginning to come back to the way it was before. Mance lifted the final wood he needed and moved it towards his hut, Tormund watching every move he made. Mance had barely said two words to any of the others and all knew it was because of Sansa, the one that got away, the one he was madly in love with. Tormund walked to him and looked at the hut, "Very well put together, old friend." Mance looked at him and nodded, "Better than it was before thanks to your help." The men were silent until Tormund finally questioned, "Will you go after her?" He received a snort in response and watched as Mance lifted the wood once more and brought it inside of the hut, Tormund following behind,

"Mance, I have been speaking with Joanna and the others-something doesn't seem right-"

"If you came here to tell me how mistakes have been made and I need to fix them, fuck off, Tormund. The girl made her decision! Besides, she has chosen well, hasn't she? She will be Queen of the seven kingdoms and Stannis is younger than I am, able to give her the children she wanted-"

Tormund growled, "Look around, you old fool! Before she came here, what did you have? Your people? Your people are followers, not your lovers! That girl made you young again, she loved you, still does most likely. If you were smart, you'd go after her." Mance shook his head, "I can't go after her now, Tormund. Winter is coming and I need to be here for my people. She'll forget of me soon and all the same I will forget about her eventually." He knew he would never forget about her for as long as he would live, so what was the point of lying to himself?

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As night fell, the Baratheon soldiers made their camps in the fields as Davos left with Stannis to search for the nearest Septon in the villages nearby. Sansa was left alone with several guards to watch over her as she walked about the camps, finally getting to Shireen. The young princess looked up at her and smiled, her grayscale darker in the firelight, but Sansa paid no mind to that. She smiled, "I wanted to apologize for this morning. The baby makes me sick throughout the day and I get a bit, well, cruel at times." Shireen giggled, "It's alright, my Lady." Sansa took a seat next the young girl and the guards sat back, giving them privacy. Shireen looked to Sansa's stomach and saw that when she sat down, you could see the slightest trace of a bump there. Her voice was whispered, but questioning all the same, "Why didn't you tell him?"

Sansa knew she could have walked away upset at the question, she could have been angry at the young girl sitting in front of her, but she simply sighed and whispered her response, "Sometimes, princess, we must make decisions and keep secrets. If I had told Mance about this child, horrible events may have started. With winter coming, a war, his people separated, this child would have been a curse onto us all."

"But why leave with my father?"

The two stared at each other before Sansa turned away and looked into the fire. She could not tell Shireen that her own father threatened Sansa into leaving with him and marrying him. So she put a smile on her face and answered, "Because your father is the one true King and he will win this war and keep both you and I safe. I can give him children and you brother's and sister's, and I have never met another so kind and gentle as he is." Hearing that about her father made Shireen smile, but before she could respond, Stannis and Davos returned and stood behind then, "Princess, Lady Sansa, if you would follow me." Sansa looked up at Stannis and as they stood, she questioned, "Where are we going?" He smirked, "Just follow."

She did follow, through the camping field, where the horses were waiting for them. Davos helped Shireen mount her brown mare before he mounted behind her, watching as Stannis led her to his white horse. Sansa looked to him and he gave a nod of the head, "Trust me, Lady Sansa, if you were in any danger, you'd know by now." Sansa nodded and mounted the horse with his help, his body soon touching hers as he mounted behind her. She became stiff at the feeling of his chest just touching her back, but as they rode into darkness, she was able to relax.

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"I am glad you've returned on this night, your grace!"

Sansa watched as Stannis stepped forward, "I need you to wed us tonight." Sansa finally realized that the older man standing before them was a Septon and she closed her eyes until she felt a hand on her arm. She looked at Stannis and stepped forward as he led her, the Septon realizing who she was, "Gods, you are Sansa Stark." Sansa nodded and he smiled large, "The North remembers, Lady Stark." He bowed his head and she looked down at him, "Thank you, Ser." With those words said, the small, but sweet ceremony began. Davos and Shireen were witnesses as Sansa and Stannis stood before the nameless Septon, her hand resting upon the Kings.

"In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity."

They both watched as the old Septon tied a ribbon around their hands, sealing them together. Sansa glanced at Stannis and her heart dared to sink at that very moment, for it was only three month's ago that she was married before the Gods to Mance Rayder and just now she was marrying a King, Stannis Baratheon. The Septon continued, "Look upon one another and say the words." The words. Sansa used to practice the words to herself in her mirrors at Winterfell when she was a child. When her mother or father would catch her, she would blush and tell them how she was practicing for the day her true love would ask for her hand. She never thought she would be saying them to Stannis, but all the same, they both began and said the words together.

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days."

His cloak was heavy on her shoulders, but the fabric smelt sweet like fresh grass and the ocean. Her eyes finally found his in the dimly lit wood and Stannis leaned forward, "Kiss me and seal our bond." As strange as it was to hear that as an order, it almost sounded like a request upon her ears. Sansa looked towards Davos and Shireen, who were both smiling and Shireen urged her on with a whisper, "Do it!" Sansa held back a giggle and leaned forward as well, allowing Stannis to take her lips with his and claim her as his wife. The kiss lasted long, but it was sweet and tender, something she never imagined Stannis Baratheon ever being.

"It is my pleasure to announce to your witnesses and to the realm, that you are now Sansa Stark Baratheon, Queen and wife to King Stannis Baratheon."

Sansa looked at the Septon and back at Stannis, "Quite the change, isn't it?" Stannis smirked, "Aye." As they left to the horses, Davos walked to the Septon, "No word of this gets out, do you understand?" The Septon looked troubled, "Who would not want to hear of his grace marrying Sansa Stark and making her his Queen?" Davos pulled him closer, "Many people would try to hurt the girl should that happen. Let the words fly on their own after awhile, but not a minute sooner."

Unfortunately for them, the word did get out sooner than later. Later that very night, a crow arrived in Winterfell and Roose Bolton read its contents, "Sansa Stark is now Sansa Baratheon. They march South to reclaim the North." He crumpled the note in his fists and looked at Ramsay across the table, "Prepare your flaying knives, boy, for upon your walls shall hang royalty."

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I am sorry it took so long! I have been very sick and working. I hope you all enjoyed this. let me know!