When Jon said he was bringing with him a Targaryen queen, Sansa had not expected who he brought. It had always been rumored that the young queen was beautiful and yet... Sansa was awestruck by her beauty. All soft edges, Daenerys Targaryen was silver-haired with violet eyes that even long after they parted, she could not help but to still see. Her dragons were terrifying, she supposed, but Sansa felt no fear. She was as strong as Winterfell, after all.
Sitting there in her office, the one that had once belonged to Jon, Sansa was checking over every last detail of what was to come. Even now as she sat there, people poured into Winterfell where they could be kept safe from harm. At least... She hoped so. Fear for her people consumed her, in truth she'd suffered many sleepless nights in the weeks since Jon had left for Dragonstone. His arrival had done little to calm her, though happy as she was to have her brother back where he belonged in Winterfell. They had all worried for him leaving- for what had happened to the last Stark to stand before a Targaryen royal? But, Jon had come back to her and finally her family was pieced back together again.
Back to the scrolls littering her desk, Sansa did not notice the approaching footsteps.
Dany stood in the doorway for a long moment, the door propped open to allow Sansa's advisors to come in and out as they needed. She could not help but to admire the young woman that sat behind the desk, red hair falling down her back like a waterfall. Dany couldn't help but to wonder what it would feel like between her fingers. They had not had many chances to speak alone and she had felt compelled to seek the Lady of Winterfell out. Though Jon was named King in the North, he had told her himself that such a title should have gone to his sister. Dany reminded herself again that when the time came, she'd not let these people down. She would be a good queen to them and assure them the North could remain its own kingdom, reclaimed in the name of House Stark from the treacherous Bolton's.
Raising a hand, she knocked thrice on the doorframe and smiled when Sansa looked up. "Lady Stark," she greeted, gesturing for the young woman to remain where she sat, coming into the room only after she gently shut the door behind her. "I hope I'm not interrupting." She went on, looking down at the papers scattered across the table top. As Sansa shook her head, Dany took the seat across from her.
"No, of course not," Sansa's rosy lips curved with a cautious sort of smile- this was a young woman that did not trust easily. Not that Daenerys could blame her. She knew only a little of what she had suffered through- both in King's Landing and here in her very own home- and something told her she didn't want the full details. The poor girl had been used and abused for years now, it was a wonder she trusted anybody at all. "I'm only trying to ensure all of the North is as safe as they can be."
"You make this look easy." Daenerys says with another smile, reaching out to touch the hands that were settled upon the table top. "Jon told me you were meant for it, moreso than he ever was." Dany tilted her head as she met eyes with her, momentarily lost in her sapphire gaze. A shiver raced the length of her spine and Dany drew back, hyper aware of how it felt staring into Sansa's eyes. She must have noticed it too for she drew back her hands and then looked down at them clasped in her lap, cheeks bright blooms of color. "Your people truly respect you." She had learned from many within Winterfell about how much they adored the eldest daughter of Ned Stark, but knowing her told Dany exactly why. Sansa was charming, with a sweet smile and pretty face; but she was also calculating and caring, her number one worry always that of her people. Dany could not help but to like her, as most people would say about the young Lady of Winterfell.
"Jon stretches the truth about me." Sansa is quick to shake her head with a soft chuckle. "I have done the best I could while he was away, but in truth I could not wait for his return." She looks up then, her cheeks still warm with color, but her lips were smiling. "I do well for running things, but Jon... He can get anyone on his side. He's a natural leader." A moment later though, she leans back in her chair, still closely regarding the dragon queen before her. "When all of this is done... When the Night King is beaten... What about the North?"
Dany arches a brow in surprise, but then smiles with a quick shake of her head. "It is yours, Lady Stark." She watches as Sansa's face changes, shock taking root. "You took it back from those who meant to destroy you. It is as I plan to do with the Iron Throne." She locks eyes with the young woman, suddenly thinking about what a team they two would be- the two most powerful women in Westeros. Why, in the entire world. "When I have my throne, you shall have yours." She said with a strong nod. "I swear to you, I will never take the North from House Stark." Sansa's face changes, as if she might cry, but then she holds her head high as she can, giving a single yet solemn nod. "The North is yours, Lady Stark. Always."
"Sansa," she says in response, hesitantly reaching out to touch Daenerys' hands as the dragon queen had done just a few minutes before. "Please, call me Sansa."
Daenerys smiles and nods, the warmth of Sansa's hands sending shockwaves through her entire being. "Only if you call me Daenerys."