The Many Sides of The Woman.

Author's Notes.

The characters do not belong to me the only the plot is mine.

Thank you to Scarlett 2112, Starlight So, mandzipop, Damonfangirl, Lyddy P, Riley 38, Tia Salvatore, Happy Gilmore and my guest reviewer for your wonderful reviews and thanks to my readers who follow or favourite this story.

Special thanks to mandzipop who brilliantly beta this chapter.

It was a horde of reporters, cameraman and paparazzi which were standing outside of La Ventura restaurant. They all were waiting patiently for a few hours; the cameramen were ready in their places to get the first best picture. The reporters already start news coverage as they take interviews of public, spokesperson, and even members of a political party who already arrived.

Finally, after two hours, the security team started restraining the surrounding crowd as cars began to approach.

Bonnie was standing with Matt when she received a text message from Elena. Mrs St John, Mrs Salvatore wants a bouquet to be presented at the entrance.

"Go and get Senator & Mrs Selmy and owners of these restaurants," Bonnie instructed Matt, who when he was just about to leave, she grabbed his arm. "Get bouquets too." She added.

Matt was quick and reception committee was standing on their places when cars finally stopped outside the restaurant.

Crowd cheers as the saw their future President and his wife stepping outside surrounded by their guards. They briefly waved towards the crowd with huge smiles on their faces, as the cameras clicked to capture their pictures when Senator Selmy presented them flowers.

"Great to see you doing something Selmy." Senator Baratheon mocked him in a low voice as they had their pictures taken together.

While they were getting pictures, the doors of the second car opened. Joffrey Baratheon, the Senator's son and his beautiful fiancé Sansa emerged from the limo, dressed in matching the green and white suit and dress, they too were escorted by their protective guards.

Bonnie signalled towards Elena and Damon, as she saw them getting out from their car, where they quickly joined her at the entrance.

"Is everything set?" Elena asked as she watched her clients getting bouquets.

"Yeah, our chosen reporters are seated inside ready to cover this whole brunch," Bonnie replied as she handed her list of reporters; she also gave them a copy of speeches the hosts were due to give in honour of guests. "Damon have you checked how far perimeter is secured?" she asked as she handed him his copy.

"Relax Bon, Bon." Damon placed his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Commander Mormont and I had surveyed and secured the entire area, hours before media arrived." He then saw his wife staring at him with doubtful eyes. "Trust me, will you? this place is as secure as Pentagon."

It's seemed both women were convinced so he offered his arms. "Shall we?"

Bonnie smiled and looped his left arm with hers. His wife, on the other hand, gave him a swift nod before walking ahead of them while calling her assistant.

Bonnie noticed Damon's face fell, so she squeezed his arms to gain his attention. "Cheer up Debby Downer, you really did a great job!"

He did his best not to huff in frustration as she chuckles at his disgruntled expression. "First of all, don't give me a nickname because that's my thing and second it's your friend who is Debbie Downer, not me."

"Aww Damon, your wife will openly scold you if she is displeased by your work, but if she brushes you off with swift nod then that is an indication of her being impressed." Bonnie laughed.

"That makes no sense!" He grumbled as they stepped inside. When he saw his wife, he noticed how all of the workers were looking for her approval, but all they get is a swift nod. "I don't know when she changed this much! She was never like this before."

Bonnie watched Elena with sadness in her eyes. "Well, her life changed with the blink of an eye. Elena is a great listener when others talked about their pain; but when it comes down to her own pain, she will never show it to anyone, especially those she loves most." She said wisely. "There are many sides to a woman Damon, and for the past few years, she has been using her hard side to deal with pain, and in doing so she became hard herself." She added, noting Elena's pain being mirrored in Damon's eyes as he watched his wife from afar.

They both went quiet as the toast started and Elena joined them again. "Damon, Bonnie we will be here for two more hours, so while everyone is enjoying their brunch let's go over tonight's party plans."

She didn't give them the opportunity to reply but instead went ahead to sit at the table.

"Enzo told me about your plans, so as a friend to both of you, I will give you one piece of advice." Bonnie lean closer to whisper in his ear. "Be patient with her because the old Elena is somewhere underneath this professional Elena facade."

With that, Damon and Bonnie sat down with Elena, while he prayed for the patience, he was going to need to get his old Elena back.

###########

"Joffrey and Sansa! Match made in heaven!"

"Senator Baratheon! Ideal Family Man and Ideal President!"

"Fairy-tale come true! As Baratheon's welcome their new family member."

Damon, Elena, Sansa and her guards were sitting in a huge silver SUV which they had decided to use to bring Sansa home after each event.

Elena was pleased by the publicity so far. "It's all over the headlines! Sansa, you really look like a fairy-tale princess today." She told Sansa who was sitting quietly beside her as they headed back home after brunch.

Sansa gave them a small tired smile as she asks. "At what time we will be leaving for the party tonight?"

It was Damon who replied to her. "You and Joffrey need to be there by ten-thirty; so be ready by ten pm. After that your guards will take you to the secure meeting point where the limo will be waiting for you and Joffrey." Damon then glanced over to Jon who was sitting behind Sansa. "Jon, you and Podrick will accompany them in the limo while the rest of the guards will arrive ahead to create a security circle."

Jon acknowledged Damon's instructions with a simple nod, just as they arrived home. After that, they each left to go their separate ways so they could get some rest before that evening's party. Jon watched on as Brienne escorted Sansa back to her room. Once Sansa was in her room, returned to his own room to take a shower. He opened his bag to take his clothes out and while he was looking for his jacket, his eyes fell on an old photo album.

Settling down on his bed he began to go through the old pictures he'd found. There were mostly of his mother smiling, others showed a younger him fencing against his competitors, and pictures of him horse riding and car racing.

He traced the shape of the Mountain of Nome on the glossy photo paper, as he remembered climbing the peaks of the snowy mountains, which he missed almost as much as he missed his home.

Jon smiled as his eyes fell on a picture of his pet husky Ghost, who was as white as snow on the tops of the Mountain. He had aptly named him Ghost, as he often disappeared in white the snow and then jumped on him out of nowhere just like a ghost. He remembered how sad they both were when he left his beloved dog with his mom seven years ago; and no matter how many times he visited them, it still pained him to leave them behind.

When he turned the next page, he saw a picture which had been taken with Pyp and Gren outside JFK airport, just after they arrived in New York. He fondly remembered Sam taking this picture and inviting him to be in the next one. Just as he was about to turn the page to see look at the next picture, he heard a knock at his door. When he opened it, he saw a red-faced, out of breath Sam on the other side. Jon ushered Sam to come in and closed the door behind them.

"Jon." Sam started, then noticing the clothes on the bed, he realized Jon was about to change. "Sorry to disturb you mate but Damon wants to talk to you and Pod about tonight's security."

"It's okay Sam, I'll shower later." Jon smiled and clapped him on the back before opening the door and walking out of the room, leaving Sam behind.

Sam was just about to leave when his eyes fell on Jon's open album. He picked it up and smiled as he looked at their first picture together when Jon arrived seven years ago. He really missed Pyp and Gren but they both joined the secret services three years ago and if this project was successful, then their team would also be in line for jobs in the secret services.

To think about how they started as trainees. Sam shook his head and traced the image when suddenly he noticed something in the background of the photo. Although somewhat a little fuzzy, he could make out there were two girls standing right behind him and Jon, appearing to be taking pictures of their own, judging by the way they stood together. For a moment he thought he recognized them, but he couldn't recollect where he knew them from, no matter how familiar they looked. Sam focused once again, but all he could see was their unclear images, although one girl had red hair, which was shining in the sunlight. Suddenly Sam's phone rang, breaking his concentration. He took his phone out of his pocket he saw his girlfriend name as the caller ID, to which he immediately answered.

"Gilly! How are you? I missed you so much." He grinned at the sound of her voice. Forgetting all about the picture, he left the album on the bed as he walked outside to chat with his girlfriend.

############

The Golden Lion Club was one of the trendiest dance clubs in the city and owned by Tyrion Lannister. He may have been small, but what he lacked in stature, he more than made up for in intellect and savvy, which in turn made him the owner of most the successful clubs all over the country.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Mr and Mrs Salvatore." Tyrion grinned as he kissed on back of Elena's hand before shaking hands with Damon. "So, you are my sister's new victims?" Elena's eyes widened as she tried to politely reply.

"Your sister is gracious enough," Elena replied.

"Oh please, my sister is the wicked witch of the West. Relax." Tyrion scoffed. "This is an anti-Cersei and her spoilt brat zone. You don't need to lie to me of all people, after all, I was unfortunate enough to be born her brother."

Elena didn't know what to make of this but Damon immediately decided he liked this man. "I like you, Mr Lannister." He smiled.

"Aw please, call me Tyrion, Mr Lannister is my father and you will face his wrath if you associate me with his precious, snobbish name." Tyrion insisted.

"Okay, Tyrion and you call me Damon." Damon nodded before both men shook hands once more.

Just then a woman joined them. "Ah Shae, come darling join us." Tyrion introduced her as the woman called Shae leant down and gave him such a passionate kiss, it made Elena little uncomfortable.

Her discomfort that grew even further when her husband's hand brushed over her dark purple dress as his hands lowered on her back, making her jump. She glared at Damon, who simply smiled back at her. Slightly embarrassed by her reaction, she stepped away from Damon and loudly cleared her voice to break PDA in front of them.

Tyrion smiled apologetically at Damon and Elena before turning to Shae. "Sorry Shae dear, these lovely people are from my sister's family's new P.R firm. Damon and Elena, please meet my long-time girlfriend Shae."

"I'm actually his wife, but this idiot is still in our honeymoon phase even after eleven years of marriage." Shae corrected him.

Damon felt his wife stiffen beside him. "Nice to meet you, now excuse me," Elena said courteously. "I had better check if your nephew and his fiancée have arrived yet." She added as Damon watched as she walked towards the entrance. He wanted to go after her but felt a glass being placed in his hands.

"Drink up mate, it's not called liquid courage for no reason," Tyrion smirked.

Damon nodded before settled beside Tyrion in a nearby booth with his drink, which fortunately turned out to be his favourite bourbon.

"So, what's your story?" Tyrion asked, clearly observing the man in front of him.

Damon downed his drink in one gulp, which made him feel better and bitter at the same time as he replied. "It's the same old story, guy meets a girl they fall in love, got married, the end."

"Well my friend, no story is finished as long its characters are alive," Tyrion told him. "A chapter in a story always ends, and do you know why?" He poured his drink and raised it to him. "So a new chapter can begin." Tyrion clinked their glasses as he continued to give him words of advice. "Your story is waiting for its next chapter and it's up to you, how you write it." He grinned.

Before Damon could ponder on Tyrion's wise words, the suddenly became almost deafening as he saw Joffrey and Sansa finally arrive.

"Ah! Let the show begin!" Tyrion clapped his hand and stretch out before stepping forward to greet his nephew. "Dear nephew welcome!"

"Uncle." Joffrey sneered down at him. "It's good to see that you finally grow into something."

Damon coughed loudly, shocked at Joffrey's rudeness for insulting his uncle in his own club. However, it wasn't just Damon, almost everyone fell quiet around them at his disgusting joke, but Tyrion laughed and then with unbelievable strength pulled his nephew close enough so they were hugging each other.

"How I missed your sense of humour." Tyrion grinned, pulling away from him before pinching Joffrey's cheeks like he was four-year-old, then playfully slapped on his face making everyone laugh. "It's good to see you are still, your mothers adorable baby boy even if you are getting married."

Joffrey finally managed to pull away from Tyrion, when he noticed everyone trying to contain their laughter. He scowled at them and stormed away with his guards closely following him.

Tyrion laughed and shook his head as his eyes fell on the young girl standing quietly while everyone laughed. "You must be my future niece-in-law? I hope that brat is good to you?" he said, his voice softening slightly.

Expecting fake shrill laughter and a bunch of fake compliments, Tyrion was surprised when the girl stared straight into his eyes and replied in a polite, soft tone. "My beloved Joffrey is kind to me and I am honoured to be part of his family."

Tyrion knew she was lying; any blind man would be able to sense it. Yet, the words and way she spoke, affected him more for some strange reason. "I think I like you Sansa Stark." He said gently, shaking her hand, before holding her close. "Don't you ever give hope because you deserve happiness in your life."

This time a true smile briefly appeared on her face, before dropping once more as she slipped her hand away and walk past him to follow her fiancé.

For rest of the night Joffrey was busy drinking and dancing with his friends while Sansa stayed quietly by his side, and only talk when he asked her something. Their guards stood around them, protecting their clients while enjoying themselves in such an elite club. It was hard to contain Tormund whenever he danced, however, he stopped each time Brienne glared at him. Meanwhile, Damon and Elena stayed with Tyrion and Shae, as they kept everyone in check while allowing few reporters to take pictures of the party.

"How did he trap that poor innocent girl?" Tyrion asked them.

"It's a love marriage I believe," Elena replied, although she was beginning to feel less sure about that statement, as she saw no love between them.

"Love, Ya right!" Tyrion snorted. "Only my sister can love a brat like him and trust me guys that's because she gave birth to him, I guess mothers love their children anyway, it's in their nature to love them more than anything in the world."

He stopped when suddenly Elena stood up and excused herself from their table.

"You know for someone claiming to be intelligent, you can really be an idiot." Shae slapped his arm and was about to go after Elena when Damon stopped her.

"It's okay, I will handle her. Can you guys do me a favour?" he asked, telling them what he wanted, before leaving to find his wife.

Elena was drinking one shot after another, in an attempt to calm herself down; but Tyrion's words about mother and their love for children had felt like a knife twisting in her heart.

"No, I won't let that pain hurt me again." She tried her best to hold back her tears when suddenly lights get dim and someone pulled her on the dance floor, just when a song I feel So Close began.

Her eyes blinked and she found herself in her husband's arms. "Dance with me." He asked, to which she was about to refuse when he pleaded, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. "One dance please! after all, it's our favourite song."

To his surprise, she agreed and started to move in time with him. It wasn't long before Elena relaxed and started to enjoy herself, as they danced to the beat, each one bringing them closer to each other.

For a while, in her husband's arms, she forgot all about her pain and felt like her old self once more. Damon smiled as Elena laughed when he playfully dipped her. However, that all disappeared when the music stopped and they saw Joffrey leading, or more like dragging Sansa onto the dancefloor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my dear fiancée loves dancing. She thinks she is quite the expert dancer, in fact, she just casually mentioned to me that she took ballet classes when she was young." Joffrey announced.

"This is not good," Elena whispered fearfully to Damon, as she saw many reporters covering this moment while Joffrey carried on making a scene.

"How about we see a live demonstration" I'm sure we all will love to see what an expert dancer you are." Joffrey taunted as he shoved her onto the stage, in front of the waiting crowd. "Music!" he demanded.

The crowd stood still as the music began. A collective gasp escaped as Sansa elegantly began to dance, her red hair flying like a burning ring of fire as she twirled in a balanced circle. She leapt like a butterfly taking her first flight and gracefully waved her hands around while dancing on her tiptoes.

Seeing everyone enjoying her wonderful display of grace and elegance, Joffrey fumed with anger, before marching out of the club without his guards, who like everyone was mesmerized and preoccupied with watching her dance.

As Jon watched on, he felt as though she had hypnotized everyone including him. For some reason, he was convinced he could feel her eyes on him whenever she got close to him. She was pirouetting without care of the world, happily twirling so fast, it was as if she never wanted to stop.

It was then Jon's instincts kicked in. He screamed when he saw she was about to reach the end of the stage, which was a few feet high.

Elena who was watching Sansa's dance while in her husband's arms, also suddenly noticed the end of the stage. "Sansa watch out!" she screamed.

Elena's scream broke the trance the crowd was in, but it was too late for Sansa whose foot had teetered off the edge of the stage. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, Jon grabbed her and pulled her towards him, cradling her safely in his arms.

Damon and Elena were relieved to see her safe. As Elena rushed over towards Jon and Sansa, Damon noticed a familiar look passing between them, but this time he was sure of what those feelings are.

Tyrion had seen many sides of women. Sides that even an intelligent man like him can't claim to understand, but he knew a pure heart when he saw one. And as he watched this girl facing everyone with her head held high and smile on her face, he knew one thing for sure, that this girl's heart was too pure for a despicable, black-hearted person like his nephew. He just hoped with all his heart that she would eventually find the happiness she deserved.

############

Author's Notes.

Here you go, another chapter of this story and we are picking the pace a little. Please send me your review and motivate me to write more and more.