Brainwave! The perfect actor that I imagine for Stefan Baratheon would be Zachary Gordon. He looks young enough, has the right coloured hair so for me he's the guy I'll think of for Stefan.
In this chapter Margaery Tyrell arrives in King's Landing, and we talk about the inheritance of Highgarden. With Loras dead and this following the show it left a bit of a dilemma. Mace Tyrell only had two sisters, and none of them remained unmarried. That's the reason I chose to include a new character, Mace Tyrell's late brother Harlan, and his two sons Willas and Garlan. Their backstories will remain similar to the books, where Willas was crippled in a jousting accident with Prince Oberyn, and Garlan has married Leonette Fossoway.
I overestimated the reviews last time around, but this time we should hit 200 which is incredible, and we'll reach the penultimate word count marker of 60,000 hopefully meaning more people will read the story!
I hope you all enjoy this chapter, as always, I own nothing but Durran and the other OC's in this. Everything else belongs to HBO and George RR Martin.
"'To His Grace Robb, of House Stark. King of the First Men. Lord of Winterfell and King of the North and Trident. I write to you in a hope to end the animosity between the Iron Throne and Winterfell. Two years ago, our families were together and it seemed to me as though we became friends. I appeal to that friendship now. We are not enemies, you or I. My Brother committed heinous crimes against House Stark and the North, and rightfully led you to rebellion. Joffrey no longer lives, and in the name of my Father, Robert the First of his name, I encourage you to journey to a site between Harrenhal and King's Landing to set up peace terms. I shall give Sansa back to you, and help with the Ironborn problem. Bend the knee to me my friend and we shall unite the Kingdom's as our Father's did. Durran, of House Baratheon. First of His Name. King of the Andals. Rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdom's and Protector of the Realm.'" Greatjon Umber read out. "Tell me, Your Grace, you can't believe this horseshit?"
"We were friends when his family came up to the North, Lord Umber." Robb told him. "I see no reason why he would lie."
"He's scared. We've won every battle, beaten back Tywin Lannister and he's worried about us." The Greatjon scoffed. "He'll ambush us at these peace talks."
"Arya told me he was kind to her." Catelyn shrugged. "He defended her against Joffrey."
"They were still family though My Lady. His Mother is the reason Ned is dead." The Greatjon argued.
"Joffrey is the reason my Father is dead." Robb argued. "Though Cersei should have stopped him."
"We can't take this lightly, Your Grace. I'm sure King Durran will adhere to favourable terms." Roose Bolton said.
"Favourable? He'd have us shackled to that iron chair like the rest of them!" Rickard Karstark argued. "He's half Lannister, he can't be trusted."
"Don't let your personal feelings get in the way of logic, Lord Karstark." Bolton warned.
"Personal feelings?" Karstark roared. "The Lannisters killed my sons. I'd have their heads before I bend to them."
"We wouldn't be bending to the Lannisters." Robb said, but wasn't convinced himself.
"He's part Lannister, making him a Lannister." Karstark spat.
"Stannis Baratheon is regent, not Cersei, not Tyrion, not any Lannister. My husband trusted the Baratheons." Catelyn argued. "My daughter is still in the Capital. I say we go to these talks and..."
"We can still beat them." Karstark spat, interrupting her. "With the help of the Vale…"
"I've sent raven upon raven to Lady Arryn." Robb interrupted, with contempt in his voice. "Family she may be, but an ally she is not."
"The Lannister army is here." The Greatjon said, pointing to an area of the Crownlands on the map on the table. "We can break them and that's the West dealt with, they won't be able to put a decent host together for an entire generation. If our scouts are right, the Stormlands and Crownlands could put maybe 20,000 men together after all their losses. We can take that."
"And the Reach?" Bolton asked.
"Only tied together with Durran by Renly Baratheon." Robb said, seeing where this was going. "If we can kill Renly and send word to Mace Tyrell…"
"Then we can win them to our cause." Karstark grinned.
"But how? Mace Tyrell will want a marriage." Catelyn asked.
"And we have an unwed King." The Greatjon told her.
"He is betrothed to House Frey." Catelyn reminded everybody. "Or did you forget that?"
"How many men can the Reach call?" Robb asked.
"With the rumoured losses… 85,000 men maximum? Likely they'll only call up around 50,000 though." Bolton suggested.
"And House Frey only give us 5,000." Robb told them. "Breaking my vow for 80,000 men."
"Lord Frey would understand, and House Tyrell has plenty of branches to wed into." Karstark waved off.
"Lord Frey has never understood a slight in his life." Catelyn said angrily. "Our best chance to get Sansa back is to negotiate!"
Robb looked at her warningly. "Mother, I want Sansa back too I truly do, but this isn't only about that anymore. We've declared our independence. My promise to the North and the Riverlands was to be free of the Iron Throne and we are winning. I cannot go back on that. We can win this war."
Catelyn looked angry, but kept her mouth shut. "What do we do then, Your Grace?" Lord Bolton asked.
Robb thought for a moment, staring intently at the map. "Prepare to march. We need to decimate the Lannister forces before they can get close enough to King's Landing."
Another large-scale arrival wasn't what Durran needed with the silence coming from most of the Kingdom's. That's what he got though, as the Royal party watched the over the top Tyrell procession come into the Red Keep. Dany was to his side, and she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"It'll be over soon, I can handle settling them in, you just say your piece and then head to the Small Council chamber." She whispered.
Durran grinned. "I don't deserve you."
"Remember that." Dany said, raising an eyebrow happily. Mace and Margaery Tyrell left the wheelhouse and came striding up to them. They both got to one knee, and Durran quickly bid them to rise.
"Lord Tyrell, Lady Margaery. Welcome to King's Landing." Durran said. "I'm so sorry about Ser Loras, he died bravely."
Margaery looked sad, but Mace Tyrell puffed out his chest. "He died for his King, he died in battle. That's all he ever wanted, Your Grace. May I introduce formally my daughter, Lady Margaery, and my nephew and captain of the guards, Garlan…"
"I hate to appear rude but a rather important Small Council meeting requires my attention, Lord Tyrell." Durran interrupted the lengthy introductions. "Queen Daenerys will see that you settle in."
Mace Tyrell cleared his throat, not sure what to make of being interrupted. "I would be happy to join the meeting, Your Grace."
"I had presumed you were tired, Lord Tyrell. There is no rush, I don't think any matters require the Master of Commerce just yet." Durran told him.
"I wish to help in any way I can." Mace grinned. Durran sighed silently and nodded.
"Very well, this way then." Durran said, gesturing Mace into the castle. They spoke amicably about the rebuilding of the walls and the coronation before they entered the room. Varys was giving a report. Durran waved him to continue before any words could be spoken.
"As I was saying, there has been no word from either Dorne or the Vale, but Robb Stark has sent a raven back from Harrenhal." Varys said. Durran was immediately interested.
"What did he say?" Randyll Tarly asked, looking grumpier than normal.
"He wrote. 'The North will remember. Blood cannot be unspilled. Justice cannot be forgotten.'" Varys said, and the mood darkened.
"It's war then." Baelish remarked.
"We could still reach him, I just need to meet with him." Durran insisted.
"No." Stannis said firmly. "Stark has played his hand, we must prepare for war."
"Agreed." Randyll Tarly said. "How many men do we have now?"
"Most are staying for the rebuilding effort." Renly said. "A large amount though have joined the Gold Cloaks ranks, so men available to march, I'd suggest around 20,000 if we call upon more Reachmen?"
"We lost a lot in the taking of the city, and now we're losing more able-bodied soldiers in the rebuilding of it." Durran sighed.
"Kevan Lannister still has around 25,000 men. If we join up with him we can easily outnumber Stark." Randyll Tarly said.
"Gather the men and supplies now. I want word from Lannister before we do anything." Stannis ordered. Randyll Tarly and Renly nodded.
"Who will lead?" Durran asked. Stannis thought.
"Lord Randyll, Lord Renly. You shall assist the King in this." Stannis said. "If I was fit I would lead in his place, but my eye isn't ready yet. I shall stay here and run the Kingdom, you shall go and bring the North to heel."
Durran felt proud that Stannis trusted him enough, Baelish on the other hand argued against it. "Is it wise to send the King on this mission? Robb Stark has never lost a battle."
"Robb Stark has only faced my Grandfather on the battlefield that is of any use in the planning of war." Durran argued. "Lord Randyll was the only man to defeat my Father. Lord Stannis almost single handedly planned and manned the mission to destroy the Iron Fleet. They are more than capable of beating back Robb."
He noticed Mace Tyrell's features frown upon the praise of Randyll Tarly, but ignored it. The rest of the Small Council nodded in agreement.
"Your Grace, about Lysa Arryn." Baelish said. "I believe I can help with that."
"How?" Stannis asked.
Baelish looked around the room. "A few of you were here under King Robert's Small Council. You will know that Lysa and I were friendly. We grew up together, we have a connection we can only share with Lady Catelyn Stark and Lord Edmure. I believe if I go to the Eyrie I can bring her back to the fold."
Durran looked impressed at this, and was seriously considering suggesting it. Stannis however, wasn't convinced. "You've seen the state of the city. You've seen how much destruction has been caused, how much that will cost to rebuild. You believe that as Master of Coin, your duty is not to the treasury of the crown, but to rekindle a friendship hundreds of miles away?"
"I believe it can only help the stability of the crown." Baelish said.
"The best way you can help the stability of the crown is to increase the crown's incomings." Stannis told him strongly. "We cannot take out further loans, we cannot afford it. Stabilise the finances and make sure we have enough gold to rebuild the city. Then you can worry about Lysa Arryn, Lord Baelish."
"Of course, Lord Regent." Baelish said, daggers in his eyes.
"Is there anything else?" Stannis asked. The others in the room all shook their heads. "Very well, we shall reconvene tomorrow."
Durran stayed behind for a moment while the room filed out. Stannis was the only one left. "You really think I'm ready to lead an attack?"
Stannis looked at him, unnervingly for Durran as the paleness of Stannis' blind eye was terrifying. "You know my history. What was my first real battle?"
Durran thought for a moment. "Do you count the siege?"
"No." Stannis said. "The only battle we faced there was with starvation. The first military battle."
"Fair Isle. The naval battle." Durran told him.
"And what was I doing in my first true taste of mass warfare?" Stannis asked.
"Commanding." Durran said, starting to realise the point.
"Commanding." Stannis repeated. "That was my first true taste of warfare. You have had two battles and a siege already, while still following me. You've been brought up to lead armies since you were four years old. You're ready."
Durran felt pride surge through him at his Uncle's words. Grinning, he nodded. "I'm ready." He repeated. "I'm ready to lead."
"Good. A true King doesn't shy away from battle. Robb Stark has proven he is willing to stand with his men on the front lines. You shall do the same." Stannis said, laying a hand on Durran's shoulder. "I believe in you, nephew."
"Thank you, Uncle." Durran said.
"Now go and see the Queen." Stannis said. "She needs to know what is happening, and you should spend as much time as possible with her."
Durran furrowed his brow, before laughing at Stannis' meaning. "Uncle!" He laughed.
"You need an heir, before people start questioning why you won't announce Tommen as your heir." Stannis said sternly.
"We're working on it." Durran told him, before leaving the room swiftly before Stannis could embarrass him even more.
Panting and sweating, Durran pulled out of Dany and collapsed on their bed. Dany cuddled into him, who was also panting as the effects of her release began to fade.
"Wow." She grinned.
"Wow indeed." Durran laughed. They fell into silence, catching their breath and just holding one another. Content, Durran didn't want to move a muscle.
"Why do you have to go?" Dany asked. "Can't we just stay like this forever?"
Durran laughed, kissing her on the top of her head. "That would be wonderful." He grinned.
"I'm serious, send Renly or someone. Not you. I don't want to be apart from you again." She told him.
"The men need me. I need to be there." Durran told her. "I need to command, to earn my peoples respect."
"I need you here." Dany pouted childishly, earning a grin from Durran. He wrapped his arms tighter round her naked form.
"You'll be busy. I want you in the Small Council Meetings while I'm away." Durran told her. Dany was surprised, and rolled over so her front was on the sheets, facing Durran.
"Me on the Small Council? Are you serious?" Dany asked.
Durran nodded his head. "There will be times when I am away from King's Landing. I want you there in my stead, representing us. There is nobody in this world I trust more than I do you my love."
Dany blushed, and reached up to kiss him fiercely. "Just make sure you come back to me."
"I always will." Durran whispered, and he brought her closer to him, kissing her again.
Durran hated being rushed around. Davos Seaworth had rushed up to the King's chambers stating that the Small Council required him urgently, so Durran grumpily made his way past the Iron Throne and into the Small Council Chambers, where everyone looked worried.
"What has happened?" Durran asked. He needn't have bothered though, as Kevan Lannister's severed head was placed on the centre of the table.
"The Northmen fell on them near Antlers. The castle has been taken and the Lannister host scattered." Varys explained.
"How many dead?" Stannis asked.
"10,000 roughly." Varys shrugged.
"15,000 still available then. We need to regroup them." Randyll Tarly stated.
"Yes, but who will lead?" Renly asked. "Tommen is too young, and the next capable Lannister…"
"Ser Daven still lives. Ser Stafford's son." Varys told them. "He's gathered the biggest host at Sow's Horn, some 5,000 strong."
"We need to send someone to gather the scattered forces." Durran told them.
"We should gather them at Brindlewood." Randyll Tarly told them all.
"Agreed. I'll see to it that messengers are sent out." Stannis said. "Send word to Sow's Horn too, Daven Lannister is the most senior Lannister left. We need him to marshal the Western forces and to lead them. Your Grace, I'm of a mind to have him named Warden of the West until Tommen comes of age."
Durran nodded. "Draw up the documents and I'll sign them before we leave Uncle."
"Your Grace." Stannis nodded.
"How many men have we got in King's Landing ready to march?" Durran asked.
"12,000 currently." Randyll Tarly told him.
"Prepare them. We march for Brindlewood as soon as we can." Durran told them. The Small Council nodded, and more medial things were discussed before the council was adjourned. Durran quickly made his way to Varys, making sure they were alone in the Throne Room before speaking.
"Your Grace." Varys said. "How may I assist you?"
Durran looked up at the Iron Throne from the floor below. "I hate that chair." He told the eunuch.
"It's yours however, by rights." Varys told him.
"Aye." Durran sighed. "How easy is it for you to send word to Roose Bolton?"
Varys furrowed his brow. "Easy enough. He is at Antlers with Robb Stark, but his men still hold Harrenhal."
"Get a message to him." Durran said. "Silently."
Varys grinned. "And what should this message contain?"
Durran sighed, not liking his own tactics, but finding them necessary. "Promises of a pardon, so long as he delivers Robb Stark to me alive."
It was almost time to leave. Durran was sat in his chambers in the yellow leather armour of his House cleaning Stormbringer as Dany fretted over the fact he had to go. Easing the oil over the large blade, he had almost drowned out her worrying. Almost.
"What if you don't come back? What happens then? Do I crown Tommen, do I take the throne myself? People don't know me well enough and Tommen isn't Robert's son. I don't know what to do." She said, pacing the room. Durran looked up, grinning at her expression. "What?" She asked, placing her hands firmly on her hips.
"Do you know how beautiful you look when you're worried?" Durran asked. Dany scoffed, and went over to smack him on the arm lightly.
"Now isn't the time!" Dany complained loudly, but with a hint of a smile.
"You worry too much." Durran told her, placing Stormbringer down and rising to hug her gently. Dany melted into his body, wrapping her arms as far around his muscled torso as she could. "I'll be fine, I promise you I shall return."
Dany wasn't convinced. "What about Robb? What will you do?"
Durran sighed, stepping away from her to re-sheathe the greatsword. "Capture him alive if possible. If not, we have his true heir in the Capital."
"It's such a shame, why can't he just bend the knee." Dany huffed.
Durran laughed through his nose. "My family has caused him no ends of pain." He told her. "If our roles were reversed I would be exactly the same."
Dany nodded briefly. "Just come back to me." She whispered again.
"Always." Durran whispered back, before capturing her lips with his own. They stayed standing, kissing for what seemed like the longest time, when a knock at the door came. The married couple parted, and Durran called the interrupter in.
It was Ser Robar, his black Kingsguard armour shining in the early morning light. "Your Grace, it's time."
Durran nodded, and kissed Dany a final time. "Wave me off?" He asked.
Dany smiled. "I'll watch you from here until I can no longer see you on the horizon." Durran grinned, hugging her a final time before picking up his sword and turning back to her.
"Ser Arys and Ser Balon will be with you while I'm away." He reminded her. "Try not to cause them too much trouble."
"Of course." Dany laughed. "Go, gift me two more Kingdoms on your return."
Durran burst out laughing at that. "As my Queen commands." He grinned, grasping his antlered helm from the table and striding out of the room, flanked by Ser Robar.
They made their way down to the courtyard, where Ser Barristan and Renly were mounted up already. Stannis was talking to Renly, so Durran found his black destrier and mounted up. Stannis came over to speak to him quickly though.
"Ensure you listen to your advisors, but trust your own instincts." He instructed. "Randyll Tarly is excellent, but so are you."
"Such praise Uncle." Durran grinned.
"I regret it already." Stannis said sharply, with a hint of a smile. Durran laughed loudly, and the pair shook each other's hands firmly.
"Look after my Kingdom, and let Dany help where she can, would you?" Durran asked. "The stability we shall have will come from her too. I want her to help rule not be locked away on the side lines."
"Of course, Your Grace. She'll be privy to all of our dealings on the Small Council." Stannis bowed his head politely. Durran grinned, then turned to Renly.
"Ready?" He asked jovially. Renly just nodded his head firmly. Durran turned to his Kingsguard. "Let us be away. We have a war to win."
Hours later, Dany was on their balcony watching as the last remnants of the army trailed away to the North up the Kingsroad. Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark was with her.
"I do hope they can sort it out amicably." Sansa sighed. Dany nodded, knowing the torment Sansa must be going through.
"His Grace has no intention of harming Robb, don't worry about that." Dany smiled kindly. "Fingers crossed we shall all be at peace, and you'll be on your way back to Winterfell in no time."
Sansa smiled softly at that. The girl was still guarded, but Dany had managed to earn her affection and trust it seemed.
"I do hope it is quick." Margaery Tyrell told them. "I'd rather like to be shown around my new seat."
"Where has Lord Renly been granted?" Sansa asked.
"Wendwater." Margaery said, clearly not happy at that but trying to put on a face.
"An important castle." Dany told her. "Control Wendwater and you control the Kingswood and the route into the Stormlands, not to mention the entire Wendwater river is yours."
Margaery nodded at that. "I do hope my Lord will take me sailing often."
"I'm sure Lord Renly will." Sansa said happily. "He is as kind as he is gallant."
Dany forced herself not to laugh at the girl's words. Renly had barely said a word since they took the capital, let alone smile. "I'm sure the tranquillity of the river will ease some of the pain from Ser Loras' passing. They were close, no?" She asked sweetly.
Margaery stared at Dany, smiling equally as sweetly. "They were, as expected from a former squire."
Dany nodded. "He was very brave. I know Durran feels awful."
Margaery bowed her head. "It wasn't his Grace's fault."
Sansa turned to Margaery. "Ser Loras was the heir to Highgarden, wasn't he? Has your Father decided on a new heir?"
Dany could see Margaery was pained, but didn't quite trust her yet so allowed the question to hang. The Tyrell smiled thinly. "We have a number of cousins and members of our House. My late Uncle Harlan himself had two sons. I presume one of Willas or Garlan shall be chosen. Likely Willas, the elder."
"The matters of succession can wait another day, My Ladies." Dany told them, not wanting the mood to turn as gloomy as she felt about Durran leaving. "Come, we have a delightful dinner waiting for us with the Queen Mother."
Sansa looked nervous. "Is it wise for me to go, what with the King fighting my traitor brother soon."
Margaery smiled at Sansa. "He is still your Brother, love. Fighting for your family."
"Lady Margaery is right." Dany nodded. "Feel no shame in him, not with us." She reached out for her hand, and led her out of the room. "Princess Myrcella insists on your presence anyway, if there's a way to infuriate my good-mother, it's being friendly with her daughter."
The three girls giggled as they left the room, trying to keep their spirits up as the people they cared about most in the world readied themselves for more war.
The Northerners had been strategically chasing stragglers of the Antlers massacre, being careful not to venture too far away from the main host. Robb had taken up his seat in the main castle, with the banners of House Buckwell having been torn down. He was planning his next move when Lord Karstark came in with two of his men, and a third, having been bloodied and dressed in the yellow of House Baratheon.
"Lord Karstark. I did not expect you here." Robb admitted.
"I did not expect to be back so soon Your Grace." The elder man told Robb. "We found this scout roaming around the countryside."
Robb stood tall, and walked over to the man menacingly, Grey Wind perking up from beside the table and following the King. "Who is he?"
"A messenger, Your Grace. It seems Baratheon is rallying the broken Lannisters to a single spot, to meet up with his army." Karstark said. Robb smiled at the news.
"Easy pickings." Robb grinned. He stood closer to the man, inches away from his face. "Where are they gathering?"
The man stayed silent, shaking in fear. Karstark punched him solidly in the stomach but the man made no effort to tell them. Robb called his bannerman off after a few more punches and laid his hand on Grey Wind's neck. Silently giving the wolf an order, Grey Wind stepped forward, and with a loud growl, latched his teeth onto the messenger's arm.
The Baratheon man cried out in pain, as Grey Wind tore off the entire arm halfway down the forearm. The wolf spat it out and made his way back to Robb, who stepped forward again.
"You have many other body parts." Robb told the man. "Tell me where they are heading, and this all stops."
The man looked at the wolf in fear. "Brindlewood." He cried, sobbing his heart out. "They're gathering at Brindlewood!"
Robb nodded in acknowledgement, and nodded towards Karstark, who pulled out a dagger and drew it across the messenger's neck. Turning to his map, he located Brindlewood and grinned. "Lord Karstark." He called.
"Your Grace."
"Call the other Lords to council. We make a plan, win this battle and we can have one hand on victory."
The wolf has pounced, as Melisandre predicted in Chapter 12.
So, I hope the explanations for the Tyrell's are ok for you. In TV canon there's no way of knowing how many cousins there were, but they explained it all away by just saying the whole house barring Olenna was in the sept for Loras and Margaery's trial. This way I have named heirs, and a good explanation as to why they were after Loras rather than choosing a Fossoway or the Redwyne twins.
Some moments between Dany and Durran too which I enjoyed writing, I'm excited at where the pair are going in a few chapters too.
Durran's plan for Roose Bolton might need some explaining. He knows at heart Stannis would never agree to using dirty tactics, but while he is a Baratheon, he also has some of his Mother and Grandfather in him, and he knows that if he can't win on the field, he needs a backup plan.
That's all for now, sorry about the long wait and I hope the next chapter isn't as big of a wait for you!
Next Chapter: Durran reaches Brindlewood, and so does Robb. The result? Another prediction comes true.
Reviews:
HeyStardust: If you mean in terms of a Baratheon OC then yes, I get what you mean as it's a popular genre of fanfiction. This story I tried to give a bit of a twist in the fact it's an AU as well to some extent, so I wouldn't call it repeated.
Sparky She-Demon: Does Robb know it was Jaime though? I know we do, but at the time of writing this I can't remember if Robb did.
Boramir: I can't imagine that a brothel keeper in the biggest city on the continent and a member of the Small Council wouldn't be paid well, so his wealth would likely be looked at as coming from that.
DullReign82: I like Tyrion I truly do, but he was prepared at that point in time to 'go down with his ship', and was only saved by Tywin. I figured he'd have rushed in to command the area needing it the most, and as soon as I decided Loras was going to die via wildfire, it was only a couple of steps further down the line that I realised Tyrion would likely die unless I purposefully made things a bit less realistic just to save him.
jgs237: You were right with Robb! Robb never met Talisa. My theory is Talisa stayed in the east of Westeros and was there at the Battle of Wendwater and then the Battle of King's Landing, so never met Robb.
Marinebrat25: Can you explain what you mean? Without an example as such I don't really know what you're asking me for.
vampwalker709: That's a brutal wish for Melisandre!
Many Faced Mage: Tyrion's bones were sent back to Casterly Rock.
trollzor69: The Hound is alive, currently imprisoned by the Brotherhood without Banners and on his way to meet Beric Dondarrion, who will eventually manage to convince him that there is more to life than killing, and he can actually help people with the Brotherhood. He won't be a follower of the Red God, but he will be a better man. In terms of pairings, I always try to fit the world as best I can. The only marriage based on love I've ever written was in this story for Durran and Dany, which worked as a political match too, hence why Stannis offered it. All my other stories and the way I like to write is that marriage is based on politics in Westeros (A Manderly for a Stark to give him 5,000 men and White Harbour, and a Waynwood for an Arryn, as they're one of the strongest houses that had a daughter of an age at the time). As for Sandor Clegane and Sansa, that's a heavy no. I hate that pairing with a passion for some reason, and I highly doubt I will ever write it, the same goes with Arya and Gendry, on a lesser scale though, as I believe that they see each other more as siblings than they do as lovers. I like the idea of Sansa and Gendry however, and may look further into that in some stories but I'm not sure about this one.
PoshK1tty: (6) If I've google translated that correctly, then all I can say is thank you for thinking that and I'm glad you're enjoying it!