Tonight would be her wedding night with Harrold Hardyng, or Harry the Heir, as many liked to whisper. The next day Alayne Stone would return as Sansa Stark in all her glory. But for tonight she was Littlefinger's bastard daughter being raised above many more deserving ladies at court. Alayne Stone with her dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Tomorrow morning she would remove the brown dye and return with her flaming red locks and her Tully look.
She smiled at herself in the mirror. One more day of living like a bastard.
Not that living as a bastard was terrible. Most people ignored her and her friend, Mya Stone. They were able to get away with kissing boys and girls without issue due to their status. However when Alayne become engaged to Harry that changed somewhat. Many people questioned the match and her cousin, Lord Arryn, almost stopped the match as he wanted to marry Alayne. Littlefinger stopped the young boy. Granted, stopping the Lord was easy considering he was being fed milk of the poppy on a regular basis and wasting away every month. At any point, she could have stopped the administration, but he was weak, and in this life only the monsters won.
"Alayne, the ceremony is ready to begin," a maid said with a smile. Alayne rose from her chair in front of the mirror. She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror. Her brown hair was lustrous, her blue eyes shone, and her lips were painted a light pink shade. Her gown was a mixture of white and grey with red vines embroidery across the sleeves and collar. Littlefinger had commissioned a maiden's cloak with a mockingbird on the back which she wears only to appease his vanity. Tomorrow she would be wearing a cloak with a wolf to declare herself as Sansa Stark, heir of Winterfell and the North.
"I'm ready," she says and takes the maid's hand to lead her down the hall and to the main hall to have her wedding.
The wedding itself does not take long. They say their vows in front of a septon from Quiet Isle and she changes the mockingbird for a moon and falcon sigil. In another life, she has received a white cloak with blood stains and another one with a lion roaring. When Harry kisses her, she remembers the course and rough mouth of another. It stirred a desire in her for the man who stole a song from her in the middle of a battle. How she wished he would be the one waiting for her at the end of the night. He was most likely dead by all accounts.
Everyone cheers for the happy newlyweds and then Alayne Hardyng is taken to the dining hall for her wedding feast holding her lord husband's arm. He whispers sweet things to her, those she would have swooned over three years ago. That girl was gone and dead, only a woman of steel skin remained. She smiled sweetly at him, wearing the mask and part she was given. Lord Arryn and other lords of the Vale give their congratulations and greet the couple at the head of the high table. Harry was already a few cups of wine in at this point and whispering what he planned on doing to do her tonight for the bedding. Then the lesser lords and ladies came until the septon who married them stands before them with another septon she presumes.
This one is taller than every other man in the room, his face is veiled by his cloak's hood. He had a slight limp which slowed his progress to the front of the table. She can see long black whisps of hair falling out of the hood as his head is bowed to her. "I am so pleased to see you married, my lady. I have heard many things about you, your kindness, and your singing voice." The septon often called Elder Brother spoke. She could not remember the last time she sang, so how would he know bout her singing voice? "This is Silent Brother. He took a vow of silence only last year, so please forgive his lack of adulation." He explained as the Silent Brother raised his head to meet the couple's eyes.
It was then Alayne Stone' s mask briefly fell. Seeing his burnt face after this long was a shock to her system. Her mouth opened wide and shut unable to form any word that would not immediately have the hall in an uproar considering the Hound was in their mists. His face was still burnt on the left side, however, his right side appeared a healthy color and less gaunt than before. His brow was relaxed and his eyes were calm. No long did they hold the anger or rage she so desperately wanted to calm when she was a different girl. He looked directly at her with soft grey eyes and nodded. He did not smile, nor frown. It was simply acceptance.
This acceptance angered her as Sansa Stark for no particular reason. In her other life, he would have grabbed her not ungently and stolen her out from under Harry's eyes. He would have run Harry through with a blade for even daring to whisper sweet nothings into Sansa's ear. Then Silent Brother looked down again and turned to follow Elder Brother away from her and Harry. She grasped her goblet and took a long sip from her wine glass watching the two septons walk out of the hall and towards the guest quarters.
There were some shouts within the hall then for the bedding. There were bawdy remarks about two birds mating, bird calls, and singing long into the night as Alayne was stripped by the lords as she was taken to her new bedrooms with Harry. When she was left with her shift and small clothes she was on the bed with Harry on the other side. The men and women who undressed them left in the fit of laughter and egging Harry on to make another child on his lady wife.
After talks with Mya and Myranda she knew what was supposed to happen in the marriage bed. Slowly she peeled off her shift and small clothes and laid down on the bed. For her, this was only a means to an end. After tonight she would have the support of the Vale and reveal herself as Sansa Stark. Harry sat down on the bed beside her and leaned down to kiss her as his hand fondled her breasts.
His lips were soft and gentle against her own. She returned his kiss before he started kissing her jaw and neck. Myranda had told her she would feel a burning sensation on her stomach and overwhelming pleasure from lovemaking, however, Alayne felt nothing when Harry kissed and sucked on her neck and pinched her nipples. She did not want Harry's hands on her, she wanted another's.
However, she was now married to this man and needed his support and the Vale's. She would let him fuck her and be done with it. To appease her husband, she moaned when his cock entered her and he grabbed her hips. It was done within two minutes of him humping her quickly. He rolled off of her and immediately started snoring.
Alayne laid in the bed feeling his seed leaking out of her. She felt nothing for the man sleeping beside her. The marriage had been consummated and she could bear his child from this night. Tears threatened to come but they did not. She did not want him or his children. Cersei had once told her she may not love her husband, but she would love his children. She was not sure if that was true. Alayne turned on her side to face the wall.
Her mind drifted to Silent Brother. He knew who she was even with her hair dyed and claiming to be a bastard. It angered her. Where had he been the last few years? How had he become a brother of the cloth? Did he tell Elder Brother about her and her damn singing? How did he survive? How could he not say anything to her after kissing her and leaving his bloody cloak for her? Now she had the moon and falcon cloak from Harry and she wanted to burn it.
Before she could overthink, she sat up and rose from the bed. Alayne found a towel and wipe the seed leaking down her thighs. She also ran a wet cloth over her hair to remove some of the brown dye. She found a new shift and a simple green cloak to don in her chest for summer that had been moved up to these rooms. Before she lost her nerve she grabbed the original white blood stained cloak she had been given as a girl of ten and two and wrapped her arms around it. She put on the night shift and green cloak and found the hidden passageway behind the tapestry depicting a hunt that Mya had shown her to get to the kitchens next the guest rooms for commoners.
She put the hood up as a walked to her destination and exited a door that was next to a pantry. There were a few servants cleaning up bowls and other silverware from the feast but it was mostly bare-bones staff. She made her way past them and down a hallway where she saw Elder Brother leaning against a balcony reading from a book. She walked towards him and within three steps of him, he turned towards her. He closed his book and smiled at her. He knew who she really was. That was the only explanation that he knew about her singing voice.
"Where is he?" She asked tersely. "Silent Brother or your husband?" Elder Brother smirked at her now. She narrowed her eyes at the smug man. "Silent Brother." She answered. "He's in our chambers sleeping most likely," The old man said and pointed at the door across from them.
"He spoke of you often during confessions. He wanted to see you today because he wanted to make sure you were happy. Harry might have let it slip who you were to me when he requested I perform the ceremony." The septon explained. Alayne glared at the septon before turning and opening the door to Silent Brother's room. She walked in and closed the door again and locked it.
On the bed closest to her was a large man sleeping on a bed far too small for his stature. It looked ridiculous, to be honest. Some of the anger diffused at the sight, but even more so when she noticed his face. It was calm, nothing like it was in King's Landing. His eyebrow was relaxed, a slight upturn to his lip, and his burns even though cracked and ruined seemed fainter than before. She made her way to stand next to his bed and sat down on the floor to watch him. He had shallow breaths and his chest rose and fell lightly. He was only wearing small clothes, so his chest was bare. It was rippled with muscles, scars from previous battles dappling his shoulders and pectorals, and course, black hair across his chest, stomach, and leading to his manhood. He was not a handsome man, but a strong and fiercely loyal one. She reached out to tuck a loose piece of hair behind his ear when she noticed his grey dozy eyes opening.
"Little Bird," He whispered hoarsely and caressed her right cheek lightly. It had been a year since she heard that name and perhaps it was the first time she heard it from his lips so adoringly. She leaned into his touch and pressed his wrist to her lips. His touch was different than the last time they had seen each other when he held a knife to her throat and threatened to steal a song. A song now she would freely give to him. His hand went to the back of her neck and pulled her towards him for a kiss.
She moaned lightly as she felt the burnt side of his mouth against her's. Sansa ran her hand through his black hair and then let it travel across his chest. It excited her to feel the muscle stiffen under her touch. She smiled into the kiss and then laughed. All the anger she felt when she had walked here had vanished and only her desire to kiss this man remained.
The man beside her blinked rapidly and then sat up at the edge of the bed and stared in shock at her. "I thought you were another dream." He whispered quietly and continued to stare at her, waiting for her next move.
"I am no dream," she said taking his hand in hers. She ached for his touch and kiss again. She had longed for him in the middle of the night and thought of him on her wedding night with Tyrion. He was the one she wanted in her bed. She brought up her other hand to show the blood stained cloak he had given her at least three years ago. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing it.
"You left me with this cloak and stole a kiss and song. When I saw you tonight I was so full of rage for you leaving me to the lions. I ached for you to come and steal me away from them. Many nights I would cover myself in your cloak to keep the lions at bay. You crawled into my mind in the middle of the night. I thought of you kissing me just like we did and making love to me." She confessed and grasped his hand harder. Sansa looked up at him, hoping he would accept her.
"I never should have done and said those things to you. It was wrong. However, I never kissed you that night. I wanted to, but I didn't." He replied and met her gaze. He never kissed her? That did not seem right in her mind. She had remembered the pressure against her throat, his body pressed against hers, his promise to keep her safe, and her rejection of him and then-He had kissed her, right? No, she had sung a song to soothe him and he wept over her.
"In that case, I want you to kiss me now to rectify that." She said as she dropped the cloak and leaned forward to capture his lips. At first, he did not move against her, but then she felt his arm wrap around her waist and push her against him. She moaned at the impact and deepened the kiss by slipping her tongue into his mouth. This time he groaned and traced his tongue over hers. Breaking the kiss briefly, she took off the green cloak and shift.
Before she could lose her nerve, she straddle herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I wanted you tonight in my bed, but I suppose yours will do." She whispered into his unburnt ear. "I have dreamt of you grabbing my hips and kissing my breasts. I want you to make it a reality." She admitted. With that, he gripped her left hip, pulled her against his groin, and trialed kisses down her neck to her porcelain tits with pink nipples. He sucked her nipple and she rolled her hips against his own.
A sensation simmered in the pit of her stomach as she felt his cock harden against her. She had always been told she was a beautiful woman that men would desire, however, this man in front of her was the only one she desired herself. He had been hurtful and unkind sometimes, but he never lied to her like so many others in her life.
"If you want me to fuck you properly, I have to take these off." He gestured to his shorts. She moved to his side and allowed him to remove his clothes. Without his shorts on, she finally saw his cock. It was larger than Harry's. She reached out and grasped it in one way and started pulling it up and down experimentally.
Mya had said men liked to be pleasured with hands, which apparently was true considering Sandor groaned at her touch. His noises encouraged her to quicken the pace. She saw white fluid leaking from the tip and she licked it off. It tasted salty and sweet. Looking up at him, she saw him smirking at her.
He pinned her to the bed then and covered her body with his. She liked the pressure of his pelvis against hers and she rolled her hips up to his. "Sansa, you have no idea how much I have wanted this." He whispered to her. His hand touched her cunny. "Seven hells you're wet." he moaned and lined his penis up with her entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed into her. He fulfilled her need. He begun slowly moving in and out of her. Without each thrust, she wanted more of him in her.
"Quicker, please." This statement earned a bark of laughter from Sandor. "Still a polite little bird." He chuckled, however he went faster. She was sweating and felt her core coil and uncoil in desire as he pumped his seed into her. A wave of pleasure rushed over her and she arched her back, pressing her breasts into him. "Yes, Sandor, yes." she whimpered through tears springing from her eyes. With that, he finished inside of her. He stayed inside her and kissed her fiercely again.
"Better than a dream." He said into her neck. She smiled at him and turned the burnt side of his face.
Later that night, she returned to her shared room with Harry and he was still sleeping. Sandor and she had made love again before she decided to leave. It was nearly dawn. She had spent her wedding night with the only man she had ever wanted to bed. This night she was Sansa Stark again with her hound and lover.
Nine months later, she gave birth to a pair of twins. The first born was a boy with black hair and blue eyes with lean features and the second born was a boy with curly blonde locks with dark blue eyes like Harry. She named the blonde, Royce and the black haired one, Dorian. She kept the Silent Brother as her personal septon and came to confession weekly since her wedding.