RAINBOW QUEEN
It was hopeless. There must be something wrong with her. Perhaps he did not find her beautiful. Or perhaps too young and inexperienced. Whatever kept her husband from her bed, the result was the same. Cold sheets and a flat stomach.
Every night these past three months since the wedding, she had expected Renly to consummate their marriage but he had found excuse after excuse to avoid her tent. She had been thankful at first, thinking he was giving them time to get to know each other before being so intimate, but he made no effort to see her at all- day or night. And as days became weeks, which became months, Sansa's hope of a happy marriage dwindled.
She had been so happy when Robb had arranged the marriage. After the horrible betrothal to that Lannister boy and having to be smuggled out of kings landing, she had originally thought to go back to Winterfell. It was a naive hope. She quickly learned that Robb had no choice but to use her as a bargaining tool to bring Renly to their side. If she had to be traded for an army though, she was pleased that it was to a man like Renly. He was young, handsome, charming, and he had made her his queen. Her wedding day had been exactly as she'd always hoped for. Her wedding night, less so. She wished she was strong enough to bring it up, try to ask him why, but she knew she never would.
She sighed heavily and draped a cloak around her shoulders. Renly would be back soon and although she could bet that he wouldn't be joining her, she wanted to be prepared for the off chance that he would. Or perhaps she could go to him... He had met with his brother just this morning and she knew it had not gone well. Perhaps she should visit him and try to soothe the sting of the rejection. Suddenly pleased with the idea, she stood and quickly dressed warmly and modestly. She pulled the flap from her tent and exposed the bustling camp. As she took herself through the maze of campfires and tents towards her husband's she felt even better about her choice.
It was only when a scream rang out that her blood ran cold and she all but ran to her husbands tent.