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Face Claim for Lady Sanira Tremaine: Caitlin Stasey.
01x01: Winter is Coming.
Chapter Eleven: Taking the Final Step.
"He's so handsome," Sansa gushed thinking about Prince Joffrey, she couldn't believe that she might one day marry the prince that would whisk her away from this place and take her away to his castle. It was something that Sansa had always dreamt of marrying a Prince that would take her far from this place, perhaps to somewhere that knew what sun was rather than the constant dreary weather of the North.
Sanira looked at Catelyn, who was braiding Sansa's hair while the girl prattled on about marrying Joffrey and gushed about the life that she was already picturing for them. She didn't blame her good-mother for looking bored at listening to Sansa talk on and on about Joffrey; she hadn't shut up about him since the royal court had arrived.
"When would we be married? Soon? Or do we have to wait?" Sansa asked continuing on, she didn't notice the exasperated look on Sanira's face as she thought about the wedding that she would have when she married Prince Joffrey. It was sure to be a grand affair, probably to match the last royal wedding when Robert had married Cersei and Sansa couldn't wait to see the capital, this was everything that she had ever wanted and more.
"Hush now. Your father hasn't even said yes," Catelyn murmured resting a hand on Sansa's shoulder, she wasn't fond of the idea of her daughter marrying the Prince; she got a bad feeling about him and it certainly didn't ease her mind. Joffrey might have been Robert's son but all that Catelyn could see was the Lannister in him, she had heard the whispers about his cruel nature and while she was willing to dismiss such things as rumours she did worry for her daughter.
The Queen had done nothing but look down at everyone since she had arrived and it was plain to see that Winterfell was the last place that Cersei wanted to be. Catelyn was reminded a lot of Cersei's aunt in her restrictive behaviour, although she would not deny that she would rather house the Queen rather than Lady Arlenna any day.
"Why would he say no?" Sansa asked confused, she couldn't understand the notion that her father would turn down what Robert was offering. It was everything that Sansa could have ever wanted and to head South would be wonderful, she had heard so much about the capital and wished to see it for herself.
"He'd be the second most powerful man in the kingdoms," Sansa mused looking over at Sanira, she was thrilled with everything that was happening and what better match for her would there be but the prince. Her father had always said that she would be married to a fine noble lord for an alliance, surely an alliance with the crown would be better than any lord that he could fine for her.
"He'd have to leave home. He'd have to leave me. And so would you," Catelyn tried to explain, she dreaded the idea that she would lose her husband and daughters to this; she didn't want them riding South when everything was perfect as it was. Catelyn couldn't forget the last time that Eddard had left her behind, he had come back from a war with a bastard son; it had broken her heart and she had forever hated Jon Snow ever since.
Pausing for a moment at her mother's words, Sansa took a deep breath knowing that she dreaded the moment she would leave her mother behind but she would have to do it someday. It was always going to happen, she was going to have to leave Winterfell at some point and what better way than because of her engagement to the prince.
"You left your home to come here. Sanira left hers to do the same. And I'd be Queen someday," Sansa reasoned knowing that being Queen would be worth it, she was sure that she would make a great Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Queen Sansa Baratheon had a wonderful ring to it in Sansa's mind and she couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be Queen; she adored Cersei and she wanted to be just like her. She even wished to style her hair like the Queen, she wanted to look like a proper Southern lady especially if she was going to travel south and wished to fit in.
Sanira shared a look with Catelyn, she wondered if Sansa realised what she was letting herself in for; she was so innocent and had no idea what it would be like in King's Landing. Court life wasn't for everyone and would easy tear someone apart if they were not prepared for it, it was not the life that Sanira had ever wished for herself and she feared that life in King's Landing would not be what Sansa was picturing in her mind.
"Please make father say yes," Sansa pleaded turning around to face Catelyn, her blue eye shining at the idea that her father would turn the King down and she wouldn't get to marry her beloved Joffrey. Catelyn stared down at her daughter, her heart pounding in her chest and she wasn't entirely sure what to say to her; she was still hoping that Eddard would say no to all of this herself. If she had her way, the King would leave disappointed and find someone else to be his Hand while he drank himself into an early grave and left her family alone.
"Sansa…" Sanira whispered wanting to stop her good-sister, she could see how torn Catelyn was and this was going to be hard enough without Sansa plying on the guilt to get what she wanted. The young Stark girl had no idea what she was letting herself in for and Sanira could only worry about what would happen if Eddard agreed to Robert's wishes. There was a nagging feeling that was eating away at her, something that twisted her stomach at the very idea of Eddard and Sansa going South.
"Please! Please!" Sansa begged turning to look at Sanira sure that she would understand what she wanted, this was her chance of her happily ever after and she just wished everyone could see that. She was finally going to have a prince to whisk her away and Sansa couldn't wait for that; she was sure that Joffrey would treat her well and they would have a marriage much like her parents. They would have princes and princesses that looked like Joffrey and Sansa was sure that everything would work out the moment that her father said yes.
"It's the only thing I ever wanted," Sansa pleaded softly turning to look back at her mother, she wanted to marry Joffrey and she feared that someone would ruin her dream for her. Catelyn took a deep breath, she couldn't imagine what would happen if Eddard agreed to this and she hated that her family would be pulled apart; she didn't want to see her children leave Winterfell behind just yet.
Looking across the room, Sanira watched as King Robert drunkenly groped a woman that was sat on his lap very grateful that she hadn't married a man like that; she had no idea how Cersei coped with his behaviour.
"Don't think so hard," Robb teased sitting down next to Sanira, he had been watching her from across the room and he had to admit that it was a little entertaining to watch her facial expressions when it came to watching the royal family. He looked across the room at King Robert, he certainly wasn't the man that Robb had pictured after learning all about the Rebellion and his father's stories about the man; he was an entirely different person now and the throne had certainly changed him.
"I'm just surprised," Sanira whispered to him, she turned her attention away from Robert who was laughing aloud and seemed to be enjoying himself even at the expense of his wife. Compared to his wife, Robert was having a wonderful time anyone who looked upon Cersei could see how bored she looked and that she wished to be anywhere but here especially considering her husband's actions.
Robb looked at his wife waiting to hear what she had to say, he had been watching her since her royal cousins had arrived and he was a little relieved she wasn't like them. Already taking a dislike for Joffrey Baratheon, Robb couldn't see how his father could even consider marrying Sansa to him; the prince seemed like a mummy's boy and so very different to Robb himself.
"Arya," Sansa cried out as her younger sister launched her food at her, thus interrupting Sanira and causing them both to look over at Arya who was trying to find something else to fling. Getting to her feet, Sanira quickly intercepted her younger good-sister before she could draw more attention to herself; she peeked over at Catelyn who offered her a look of thanks.
"Time for bed," Robb chimed deciding to join Sanira in escorting Arya off to her bedroom, it was getting late and he had little desire to stay at the banquet. Opening her mouth to protest, Arya still found herself being led from the banquet hall and into the quieter corridors of Winterfell away from the celebrations.
"What were you saying back at the banquet?" Robb asked once they had dropped Arya off to her chambers so that she could go to bed and had encouraged her to keep out of trouble at least while the royal court were here. The two of them had decided against returning to the festivities and had opted for an early night knowing that there would be many feasts to attend before the King and his court left Winterfell.
Brushing her fingers through her hair, Sanira nibbled on her lip knowing that it was time that she opened up with Robb; he had been so wonderful to her since they had married. It was a relief that she had married hm and after having seen how Cersei's marriage to Robert had turned out, Sanira found herself thinking more about her own situation and how it could have worked out.
"Just how lucky I am," Sanira mumbled moving to sit down on the bed, she had always been told that her husband would push her to do things that she didn't want to do or feel comfortable doing. Arlenna's advice on how to make a marriage work was far from the best and only served to scare Sanira when she had thought about marrying Robb and she had feared what he might have been like before she met him.
Raising an eyebrow, Robb moved to sit down on the bed next to her even more curious and he guessed her fear that had appeared when they had married had mainly been down to her talks with her mother. It was no surprise to Robb that Arlenna had no comforting words to offer to Sanira in her letters, they were more reminders of how she was failing as a wife because she hadn't consummated her marriage when she was meant to.
"I could have ended up with someone like Robert… yet for some reason the Gods gave me you," Sanira continued looking down at her hands, she had never expected any of this to happen and she was sort of glad for that fact. If it hadn't been for her father and Eddard's agreement, then Sanira knew that her mother would have pushed harder for her to marry Joffrey.
It didn't help that Sanira had such horrible dreams about her cousin and they all seemed centred about him being King; she dreaded the moment that Robert died and what he might be like as a ruler in his own right. Sansa's desire to marry Joffrey worried Sanira, it was going to end in tears and Sanira did not want to see Sansa get hurt.
Slowly looking up at Robb, her brown eyes met with his blue ones and Sanira could almost feel the tension that started to build between them; her eyes searched his face before she leant forward and kissed him. Drawing his wife closer, Robb deepened the kiss almost surprised that Sanira was finally making a move; he had been patient and he would happily wait longer if she was not ready for this.
Moving to help Robb out of his shirt, Sanira couldn't help but laugh as he struggled for a moment to help her out of her dress; she turned around so that he could see the fastenings on the back. Brushing her hair out of the way, Sanira couldn't help but smile a little as she felt Robb's fingers nervously trail down her back as he loosened her dress so that she could remove it.
Once he was done, Sanira peeked back at him over her shoulder as she got to her feet and allowed the dress to fall away down her body and onto the floor; she swallowed nervously as she took a look at Robb's face as she turned to face him fully. Robb got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head before he kissed Sanira again, he gently guided her to their bed; he wasn't going to rush this and the last thing he wanted to do was frighten Sanira or hurt her.
He doubted that his wife would ever allow him to touch her again if he did and Robb was a little nervous about what he was doing; unlike Theon who seemed to screw everything in a dress, he had never touched a woman before. Stripping off his own clothes, Robb climbed into bed with Sanira wanting to give her one last chance to change her mind; he wouldn't be mad if she did so and he wouldn't think less of her if she did.
"Are you sure?" Robb breathed looking down at his beautiful wife, he couldn't thank the Gods more for bringing her to him; he couldn't imagine anyone else at his side for the rest of his life. Sanira slowly nodded her head and kissed Robb, she wrapped her arms around his neck sure about what they were about to do and hopeful that it wouldn't hurt as much as her mother had told her.
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