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Arya stalked the halls of Winterfell, clutching the key ring tightly in her hand. It had been surprisingly easy to steal, settled inside one of the drawers of her father's desk, but she wasn't complaining. It had been almost four months since Sansa had gone missing and Arya refused to sit by any longer. She remembered how she'd seen Sansa that day, with her cloak draped over her shoulders and Lady bristling by her side, just exiting the dungeons. That was where she was going.

She saw the guards that stood by the doors to the dungeons. She gripped the hilt of her dagger and reversed its grip so that the blade pointed toward her. Quick as a flash, she slammed the grip into one of the guard's heads and swept the other off his feet, knocking him out as well. With a brief glance down the halls to see if anyone heard, she slipped through the doors and down the stairwell into the dungeons.

She kept as quiet as she could and hoped not to set off the hounds. She could hear their snores, the shuffling of their limbs. Toward the end of the hall, smoke curled up toward the ceiling, hovering against it for a minute before dissipating. Arya moved closer to its source.

There, inside one of the cages, lay the very reason she was down here. Three dragons, sprawled across the floor and curled together right in the centre of the cage. Arya gaped at them. Last time she'd seen them they'd been eight, maybe nine feet long, almost too heavy to hold. Now, they were at least a good fifteen feet long.

Arya knocked lightly on the bars and began to insert the keys into the first lock one at a time. As she twisted the key to unlock it a puff of smoke ran over her face. She squinted, waving it away and came face-to-face with the largest of the three, Drogon. He didn't seem aggressive, only curious. She wondered if he remembered her. They'd only met once, after all.

Arya unlocked the other two locks as quickly as she could and swung the door open. She stepped back as Drogon stuck his head out, almost disbelieving. He hesitantly stepped out, moving slowly and looking around cautiously. Rhaegal bounced out of the cage, nuzzling at her chest with Viserion crawling out after him. Arya laughed, rubbing his neck.

Arya pulled away from him. "You need to be quiet. No one can hear." Drogon purred back at her. She didn't know what that meant. She hoped it was good. "Alright. Follow me. Quiet."

Arya led them up the stairs and out into the halls. Her anxiety wracked up as they moved through the keep, her fear growing that someone would find them. They weren't small anymore. Each one was at least as tall as her, Drogon standing half a foot taller. There would be no hiding.

The security had gone down in the month since Sansa's kidnapping. Nothing had happened since and everyone was hoping that they would be left alone after the Lannisters had one of them. There were still guards installed at each of the bedroom doors, so Arya couldn't take them back to her room, and she couldn't take them out any of the entrances. They would have to escape through the towers.

The dragons had a hard time going up the stairwells. Their wings scraped the walls and she was pretty sure they kept tripping over each other's tails. As they neared the opening to the top, Arya moved to the side. "I can't go with you. You need to leave."

Drogon hummed, squeezing past her Viserion went after and Rhaegal last. He turned around to look at her, whimpering sadly. Arya sighed. "You have to help her. I'll be fine." He whined. "Please, Rhaegal. Save her." He looked up to the door where Drogon and Viserion waited. He looked back to her and nodded. She sighed. He pushed his head into her and whimpered. She hugged his head before pushing him away. "Go."

She watched them all force themselves through the door and take off into the night, listening to the surprised calls of the guards that were stationed on the walls and the ground. She smiled sadly and turned to go back to her room.

They would bring Sansa back. They had to.

Revelations

Sansa's eyes widened as Daenerys pressed her lips against hers, freezing up. She'd always thought of her as a beautiful, kind girl, but never as a romantic partner. Even with this thought it just felt so amazing to have the other girl's mouth against her own. Butterflies erupted in her stomach.

Daenerys pulled back, her face flushed red. "I'm sorry, I just- "

"No, no, it's fine, really, I guess I never really thought about…"

Daenerys sighed. "I understand. We can still be friends though, right?"

"Of course we can, Dany. You'll always be my friend. I didn't lie about that." In a quieter tone, she said: "I wasn't aware that you liked me in that way."

"I do. I have for a while."

"I never realised that girls could feel that way toward another woman."

Daenerys nodded. "Of course you wouldn't. You're royalty. Everything is always planned."

Sansa was conflicted. She'd never thought that she loved Dany, but she'd never felt love. How could she know? Daenerys was dear to her, that was true, and Sansa treasured the relationship they had, but what did that all mean? Did it mean she loved her?

Even if it didn't, that kiss had been something else.

Daenerys stepped back. "It wouldn't work, anyway. You're a princess, and I'm just some common girl. You said it yourself."

"Daenerys, no." Sansa gripped Daenerys's wrist in one of her hands. "Maybe you are just a common girl, but that doesn't mean anything. Neither does the fact that I'm a princess. We're both human. We feel joy and anger and sadness. Just because I have a big, fancy castle to call home doesn't change that." She took a deep breath. "Besides, we're already forbidden, aren't we? What's another thing to the mix?" With that, she pulled Daenerys closer, wrapped her free hand around her waist, and kissed her.

Daenerys gasped but was quick to respond. She looped one arm back around Sansa's neck and clutched the front of her dress in the other. Sansa moved the hand from her wrist and grabbed her hips, pressing her body against hers. Both were sloppy and inexperienced but they helped each other along.

Daenerys broke away first, chest heaving as she rested her forehead against Sansa's collarbone. Sansa felt overwhelmed. What she felt toward Daenerys right now was something so intense she couldn't describe it but, whatever it was, she loved it. "Gods, that was amazing," she breathed.

Daenerys chuckled, the vibrations sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. "I'd have to agree." she pressed a kiss over the hem of her dress.

Sansa took out the tie that held Daenerys's hair up in a bun, letting it fall down over her hand. She combed her fingers through it, carefully undoing any knots she came across. Daenerys sighed contentedly, leaning slightly into Sansa. "Can I braid your hair?"

Daenerys looked up. "Braid it?"

"Mhm." Sansa pressed a kiss into her hair. "It's pretty."

Daenerys smiled weakly. "Most people call it not natural."

"It isn't. That doesn't mean it isn't pretty."

Daenerys grinned, tilting her chin up to peck Sansa's lips. "Of course you can braid my hair." She sat down on the floor, Sansa behind her. She closed her eyes and let herself forget about all the many problems in her life and just focused on the soft tugs of her hair and the feel of Sansa's hands on her scalp.

After who knew how long, Sansa wrapped an arm around Daenerys's stomach and pulled her back. "All done."

Daenerys ran her hand over the braids, feeling the intricate style Sansa had decided to do. There were so many braids, all woven together and resting atop the rest. She smiled, leaning back into Sansa. "I'm sure it's beautiful."

"It is. I'll have to do it up like this again sometime, when you'll actually be able to see it for yourself."

"I can't wait."

Break

The new development moved along smoothly, improving both of their time together. The evenings after became more enjoyable as their feelings grew more and more intense.

It was maybe three weeks after that night. Daenerys and Sansa served the Lannisters and their lords when a loud thud echoed off the ceiling. Everyone froze, looking up. A crack appeared in the stone, spreading out in spiderwebs and ever so slowly collapsing inward. Everyone scrambled to the other side of the room, watching as the ceiling finally crumpled in an eruption of dark, blood red flame.

With a shriek of fury, Drogon dropped from the ceiling, crashing down on the lords with unbridled rage. He grabbed one in his mouth as he landed, tearing his head off and throwing it into another lord. Tywin shouted for the men to draw their swords, guards running in from all directions to protect their commanders.

Rhaegal intercepted the guards, spewing a line of evergreen fire between them and the Lannisters. Viserion dropped in front of Daenerys and Sansa and screamed at anyone who came near. A burst of white fire came from his jaws, effectively blocking them off from anyone else. He nudged Sansa toward his back, dropping his wing down to allow easier access. Drogon flew over the fire and offered his own wing to Daenerys with Rhaegal providing cover.

Sansa settled herself between Viserion's shoulders, grabbing onto the fins on his neck. He shuddered and charged forward, rearing back onto his legs and jumping. His chest scraped against the (now burning) table as he circled around the room to gain height. Sansa looked down in awe at the room, filled with red, white and green flames destroying anything they touched.

Viserion lifted through the ceiling into the sky and turned north. Fire was starting to take over the top of the castle as well and Viserion left a stream of flame over the keep as they passed above it. Drogon screeched as he glided past them, grabbing onto one of the flagpoles and pulling it out of the wall, his claws ripped into the golden lion before dropping the tattered sigil into the sea.

Sansa breathed a sigh of relief. She finally took the time to study the three dragons. They were much bigger than they were before, and although it was hard to tell from the air, she would guess that they were as tall as her. They had lost the rounded edges that made them look cute (though they'd always be cute to Sansa) and now had a jagged and menacing look to them.

Viserion turned his head to look at her, chirping happily. She laughed, hugging his neck. "I missed you." Drogon arkked in front of her. She swatted at his tail. "I missed you too, brat."

Daenerys giggled. "Was he really that annoying?"

"He was like a stubborn child. He did what he wanted no matter what you told him to do." Viserion crooned at her. She rubbed his neck. "Not you. You were a sweet little thing." He purred happily.

The three dragons sailed north, to the home many miles away.

Fun (;

They landed the dragons in the Wolfswood. Daenerys sighed, rubbing Drogon's head as she dismounted. "Where will you stay now?"

Sansa shrugged. "They could stay here, in the Wolfswood. We can visit them every day."

Daenerys looked worried. "I don't want to leave them here alone."

"Then stay with them. It couldn't hurt."

She nodded. "I guess I could." She looked suddenly sad. "I guess you need to go back now, don't you?"

Sansa looked back at Winterfell. "I suppose I could stay one more night."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you sure? You haven't seen your family in months."

"It's the middle of the night, Dany. I doubt anyone would be awake anyway." She smirked. "Besides, I want to enjoy one more night with you. Who knows how long it'll be before I'm allowed to leave the castle."

Daenerys grinned, grabbing the hem of Sansa's shirt and pulling her in for a kiss. They stumbled backwards, bumping into Drogon's side. He whined and the two broke apart laughing. "Perhaps we should settle in a bit first."

The dragons situated themselves comfortably on the grass. Daenerys sat against Drogon's side and leaned into him with a sigh. Sansa took it upon herself to sit on Dany's lap and peck her on the lips. Daenerys giggled, wrapping her arms around Sansa's neck and gave her a real kiss.

It started sweet and gentle, their lips moving slowly together and hands settled still, but it grew in intensity. Daenerys tangled a hand in Sansa's hair and tugged her closer, her other hand wrapping around her shoulders to press her body against her own. Sansa's hands roamed Daenerys's front, one hand slipping down her leg and trailing up her thigh under the dress. Dany nipped at Sansa's lip and smiled when she heard the other girl moan.

Daenerys moved her hand from Sansa's back to her front, cupping one breast in her hand and testing its weight. She pinched her nipple and Sansa moaned again, panting into Dany's mouth. She brushed her own hand over the inside of Daenerys's thigh and trailed up as close as she dared.

Daenerys dragged her lips away from Sansa's, pressing kisses and nips all along her jawline. She tilted Sansa's head to the side and bit the tender crook between neck and shoulder, her tongue running over the skin. Sansa gasped, the hand on Dany's thighs faltering. She moved her other hand to Daenerys's back, her nails digging into her skin as it pulled down the fabric.

Dany dragged her teeth over her skin, pushing down the neckline of her dress inch by inch. When she scraped against Sansa's nipple the other girl grabbed onto her thigh, her eyes glazing over. Daenerys sucked on it, her other hand playing with the still-covered breast opposite. Sansa moaned loudly, tilting her head back to look at the sky.

They heard Drogon grumble, whacking them with his tail. Sansa almost fell off of Daenerys and they both burst into giggles. "Perhaps next time we should go somewhere without the dragons?" Sansa said, rolling off of Daenerys.

Dany nodded, turning to snuggle into Sansa's side. "Lovely idea. How soon could we manage that?"

Sansa ran her hand through Daenerys's hair. "Soon as I can, love." She pressed a kiss to the top of Daenerys's head as they both fell from their high, the exhaustion catching up with them. Daenerys muttered a quiet "G'night" before she was out and Sansa went not long after.