The Waldorfs were known for their excellent archery since the times of Aegon the Conquerer. A small house with a great reputation, and the Lady Rebekah Waldorf was beautiful, unmarried and a talented huntress without a match. At least she thought so until she meets a certain sellsword. OC x Bronn

After the Great War has ended, Sansa Stark takes her rightful place as the Lady of Winterfell. Sansa knows she must marry again someday for the good of the North, but after all she has suffered, she is certain she will never marry for love. Instead, she decides on a more practical match, offering her hand in marriage to the only man who has never betrayed her, Tyrion Lannister.

Bronn reminds me of Daryl Dixon from TWD-murky and unknown past, his value to the Lannisters increasing with every season. I think he deserves his own story line.

At the culmination of The Long Winter, The Lady of Winterfell finds that there is more ice to melt than just the ice on the ground. Sansa/Podrick oneshot.

The Queen in the North is reunited with her long lost husband after five years apart when he returns at the side of the new Targaryen conqueror. Sansa/Tyrion. M for graphic violence, later mature romance. Post ADWD. Mostly book canon, but some show influence. And yes, Sansa should have been Queen in the North. Fight me. / On Hold while I work on "If only, if only".

Eve is an 18 year old girl, who is on a holiday in Scotland to prepare for her studies. When she visits Craigh na Dun and trips over her own feet, she realizes she fell in a complete different time than her own. She escapes the English camp after Randall assaulted her, and flees to Castle Leoch. She must marry Murtagh, a man she won't love anyway, until war is approaching.(&Claire)

A tale of Sansa and Tyrion's growing relationship after they have married. How will their relationship bud among the troubles that surround them? Based solely on the show, I have not read the books. *Show Spoilers* Picks up during S3E8 Second Sons, right after they return to their room from the wedding feast.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.