TARGARYEN QUEEN
Sansa took a deep breath before pulling on the deep ruby and onyx cloak that Aegon had gifted her on their wedding day so many moons ago. It seemed unreal that all he had promised her when he had come to court her was coming true.
The Lannisters- gone
The Freys- gone
King's Landing- overthrown
Now she was to fulfill her end of the bargain and stand by his side, cloaked in the Targaryen colors as he took the iron throne. Bring the north back under rule of the south and watch her brother bend the knee to the silver king and to her. But she would once again be left in the south as her family rode back home. Once again left all alone to be queen to a man she hardly knew. Jon promised her this time it would be different. Promised her Aegon would be nothing like Joffrey.
Sansa had to admit that the Targaryen prince was very different from the boy she had thought she had loved when she was a child. Joffrey even at his best was a spoiled child-nothing like the man she had spent the past few moons with. Aegon was determined, confident, ambitious and strong, but he was also humble in a way that many kings could only dream to be. His rough, storm-tossed childhood had contributed to that. It was that humbleness that had endeared her to him in the first place. He had recognized his own weaknesses-knowledge of the people he was to rule and the tact it took to navigate the politics of Westeros- and had practically begged her to stand by his side and guide him.
He treated her as a partner right now. For being sold to man after man her whole life, it was a fleeting dream that it would last. But it was her fate. What was done, was done and there was no use fighting it.
She picked up the silver crown and placed it in her auburn hair. Glancing in the mirror one last time, she left to join her king.