QUEEN BEYOND THE WALL
Sansa couldn't believe that Jon would do this to her. How on earth was she going to survive North of the wall? The danger of the white walkers had been long defeated, and now peace was being negotiated, but Sansa was furious to hear just how Jon was going to ensure against another rebellion. If Mance Rayder could call the lord commander good brother, they would all sleep easier at night. Everyone except for Sansa. And she was livid.
She had met her husband-to-be only the one time, when Jon had taken her to the heart of the wildling camp with a full escort. Although the man seemed kind enough to her, she would never forget how gruff and terrifying his people were and how they had stared after her. They had not been impressed at all by the slip of a girl from the south-it was clear in their judgemental gazes. And she was supposed to rule these people? It was impossible.
When she had stepped away to clear her mind while the men discussed her future, she had been shocked when a man had approached her. He had leered at her, making some comment about how lucky Mance was to be able to bed some 'kissed by fire cunt'. Flabbergasted, she had gaped at him before anger rose in her.
"I'm to be your queen! You dare speak to me like that?" She knew that if she rolled over and allowed any of them to say such things, she would never be able to lead them. "You will respect me!" She demanded hotly.
But he had laughed at her ire. "Respect will not be handed to you because you spread your legs for Mance, little one." He chuckled and sauntered past her, leaving her breathless and shamed.
What the hells was she going to do?