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RIGHTING THE WRONGS

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Time passed.

Cersei continued staying with Ned some nights and it wasn't long before he asked her to move in with them.

Bran also continued to call her "mommy" which encouraged Robb and Arya to do the same. Ned couldn't have been happier to see his children interacting with his girlfriend, but part of him couldn't help but wish his eldest daughter were there too.

During the last few months, he hadn't been able to see her as much as he would have liked. It wasn't because he didn't have time, but because his daughter didn't want to see him. It hurt every time she had refused to see him or her siblings. Even more when his ex-wife and her partner smirked at him and practically insulted him and his girlfriend after every refusal.

That's why he was surprised when someone knocked furiously on his door on a Sunday morning. And he got the shock of his life when he saw his eldest daughter, his gorgeous and delicate daughter, covered in bruises and with her shirt torn on several places.

"Daddy." – she cried, hugging him.

"Sansa! What happened?" – he kept trying to push her away to check her injuries, but she just continued sobbing hysterically. – "Cersei! Cersei!" – he called, taking his child with him to the living room.

"Ned, what... oh, my God!" – his blond girlfriend nearly screamed when looking at the little girl on the sofa.

"Bring me the first aid kit. Quick!" – he yelled, snapping her out of her stupor.

She came back and took out everything needed and started working on the girl while her father hugged her gently. Once Cersei finished patching her up as best as she could, she went to the kitchen to make something to drink for the redhead and give father and daughter some time alone. Ned realised what she was doing and send a mental thank you to his girlfriend.

"Sansa, what happened? Who did this to you?" – he asked gently.

"Daddy... he... he tried to touch me..." - she whispered, hugging herself.

"Who tried to touch you?"

"…"

"Sansa, who tried to touch you?"

"Petyr. He... he ... he said I was pretty… like mom... he said... I was a perfect lady and... he... would be... my k... knight... And he tried to... to kiss me! And then he tried... he tried... to - she couldn't continue and buried her face in her hands and wept.

Ned saw red then. Leaving her weeping child on the sofa, he moved to the door and would have left had it not been for Cersei who grabbed the back of his t-shirt.

"Ned don't do this." – she begged him.

"Let go of me, Cersei!"

"Ned, please. I beg you, don't do this!"

"Don't do this? That son of a bitch tried to rape my daughter. And you want me to stay here and do nothing? Are you stupid or what?! – he yelled at her and instantly tears welled up in her eyes but she fought to remain strong. She needed to be strong for him and for Sansa.

"I'm not saying that. But think! If you go now and attack him, he could invent a whole story and you will be the one losing." – she advised him, putting aside her hurt at his previous insult.

"Then what do we do?" – he asked her, suddenly broken and lost.

"Take her to a hospital and then call the police to get her statement."

"Ok, let's go." – he made to walk back to the living room, but she stopped him.

"You go with her. She may be nervous around me and the children can't stay here alone. Just go." – she pushed him and went to find his car keys.

"Mom, what's happening?" – Robb asked her worriedly. He had heard the screams and wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

"Go check on your siblings, Robb. Make sure they don't come downstairs. Your father and I will explain later, ok?" – she told him, holding his hand and trying to smile in a reassuring way.

"Ok." – he went to do as he was bid.

She returned with Ned's keys and some of her clothes for Sansa, watching worriedly as they climbed on the car and left.

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They didn't return for several hours.

By the time they did, Sansa was already wearing Cersei's clothes and she and Ned looked calmer. She smiled at the girl but wasn't sure if she should get closer in case she scared her. She was, after all, a stranger to the girl.

The children came towards their father and were surprised to see their sister but hugged her nonetheless. She refused to eat anything so Cersei and Ned took her to her room. It had been never been used before but Cersei herself had taken great care when decorating it and always made sure to keep it clean and well ventilated.

Cersei brought her a pyjama and for that moment it was just the two of them.

"You're the woman my dad is dating." – Sansa started.

"Yes. My name is Cersei."

"I'm Sansa."

"I know." – Cersei told her, smiling slightly. – "Your dad talks a lot about you."

"I wish I had never stayed with my mom." – Sansa whispered, lowering her hear to hide her new tears.

"Shhh... It's ok, sweetheart. Everything is going to be ok." – she consoled her, sitting next to her and rubbing her back as she had done before with Arya. – "Your dad will make sure you never have to go back if that is your wish. Your siblings and you are going to be safe here." – she promised.

"Dad... he said you live together now."

"Yes. We have been living together for a few months now." – she answered. – "Now, let's get you changed, ok? You should rest."

She helped her put on the pyjamas and made sure she was comfortable for the night before leaving the room and going to see Ned. She found him in their room, sitting tiredly on one side of the bed. She stood between his legs and hugged him while he lay his head on her chest.

"What happened?"

"The doctor said her injuries weren't too serious, that it was more the shock. She talked to the police and they went to arrest that man." – he sighed.

"That's good right?" – she asked hesitantly.

"Catelyn called me. She started yelling at me and saying Sansa was lying about Petyr and that he hadn't lay a finger on her. She's convinced that he is innocent and our daughter was the one who tried to seduce him."

"Did the police take pictures of Sansa? Did you have someone search her for prints and DNA?" – she asked now in full worried tone.

"Yes. They are absolutely certain they can pin him for this. There is no way he can escape. It's just..."

"What?"

"I'm afraid of what this will do to Sansa. She has always idolised her mother and her choosing Petyr over her may prove too much for her to bear."

"Don't think of that, my love." – she reassured him, combing his dark locks with her fingers, soothing him. – "Sansa is your daughter too, so she is strong and will be stronger after all this. Just like the rest of our children."

"I'm sorry." – Ned said after a few minutes of silence.

"Sorry for what?" – she asked confused.

"I insulted you this morning. You were just trying to help me and my child and I hurt you deeply. I'm so..."

"Don't you dare apologise for defending your children, Eddard Stark!" – she exclaimed, covering his mouth. – "You love those children and if I hadn't had to be the stronger of the two, I would have lashed out the same way."

"But I hurt you."

"Yes, your words hurt me." – she forced him to look into her eyes before continuing – "And I'm only letting this pass because this was abut Sansa." – she kissed him softly. – "But if you ever dare to do the same I'll kick your ass so hard you'll taste the leather of my boots. Understood?" She kissed him again and soon both were fighting to take each other's clothes off. They fell on the bed and spent the rest of the night between moans, sighs and declarations of eternal love.

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The next weeks were a roller-coaster for everyone, especially for Sansa.

After that first night in her father's house, Sansa was witness to the way he and his new girlfriend interacted, kissing or touching the other in one way or another and she even noticed the heated looks they threw each other. In all her life, she had never seen her parents look at each other the same way and it was fascinating and worrisome in equal measures.

Also the way the woman behaved with her siblings was different from everything she had ever seen. While her mother had always expected her children to behave properly, never yell or play with their food, Cersei seemed to relish the noise and mischievousness cause by the three youngsters. And while their mother always expected them to keep their clothes spotless and without wrinkles, the blond encouraged them to play, jump and crawl without complaining about stains on their expensive clothes.

So in time, and somewhat against her will, she found herself forgetting the manners which her mother had taken great care to instil in her. And to her surprise, she had to admit that she didn't care that much anymore.

However, that didn't mean she liked the woman completely. She didn't like the way her siblings called her, since she considered that they already had a mother. And she also didn't like that she taught the others to fence and use a bow, activities which sometimes resulted in bumps and cuts. Maybe they and even their father didn't mind those, but she did and for that reason she refused to be part of those activities. And at least the woman didn't force her to join in.

Her dad, however, had thrown some hints that he wanted her to take self-defence lessons, something which she had been completely against of.

'I am a lady, therefore I have to be perfect. Perfect ladies never sweat or hit other people.' She kept thinking. Besides, a part of her was hoping that the trial to Petyr would happen soon so she could return to home with her mom. She just had to wait until the day of the trial.

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When that day came, however, Sansa's hopes came crushing down, leaving her stunned and horrified.

Her mother, her own mother, had vehemently denied the changes and had instead blamed her father for trying to frame Petyr just to take Sansa away from her. Sansa at first hadn't believed what she had heard, but watching her mother's tears and hateful glances towards her when the judge sentenced Petyr to jail were enough to break her and make her lose all respect she had for the woman who had given birth to her. The woman hadn't even cared when the judge gave her full custody to her dad.

It was only when he and Cersei held her hands that she stopped looking at her mother's face.

"Can we go?" – she asked, already standing up.

"Sure, baby." – her father agreed, guiding her towards the exit.

'Goodbye, mother.' She thought, looking over her shoulder one more time and seeing the woman still crying for her jerk of a boyfriend.

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"Hey, are you coming to see me compete? It's this Saturday." – a voice called from the door.

"I don't think so."

"Why not? You can see me kick people's asses. Robb and Bran like it."

"That's not very ladylike." – she said.

"Who cares? It's fun and mom says I have great chances of going to the national tournament."

"She is not our mom."

"She is for me and Robb and Bran."

"You only like her because she lets you do whatever you all want."

"No, we like her because she lets us be children and she takes care of us and she loves dad. Anyway, are you coming or not?" – she asked impatiently.

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask." – Arya concluded and left.

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That day Sansa still wasn't sure about going but after seeing everyone so excited about it made her curious so she went with them. And she couldn't deny that it was quite thrilling to see her sister dominating her rivals so effortlessly. It even got to the point where she was cheering louder than the rest of her family.

'I could feel that way too. Powerful and invincible. No one would ever dare to hurt me again.'

Two days later, she finally decided to enrol in karate lessons and as her sibling, she showed great promise very soon. She didn't say anything about it at home, not wanting to be pressured about it but she hadn't counted on her dad's girlfriend's great investigative skills.

She was finished for the day and just finishing putting her things in her bag when she looked up and there was the blond, waiting for her by the door.

"Need a ride?" – Cersei inquired, not making any comment about her discovery.

Sansa sighed and nodded.

They arrived home and still nothing was said, which actually confused her. But if nobody was saying anything, she wasn't going to do it.

Two days later, she was getting to go to her lessons when there was a knock on her door.

"Come in." – she said.

"Hi Sansa I was just about to pick up Bran. Do you need a ride to training?

"No, thank you."

"Ok. Be careful, ok? And have fun, sweetheart." – Cersei left.

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Every time Sansa had lessons, Cersei would offer to take her. At first she refused but as she was tired of always taking the bus, especially after class, she ended up accepting her offer. It was during those times that Sansa finally got to know the woman better and was amazed by how much of a spirited woman she was while still maintain a level of femininity and charm. She soon became Sansa's idea of a great woman; ferocity, love and poise all in one attractive package. She couldn't blame her dad for loving her like he did. Or for wanting to make her is wife the following month. She suddenly couldn't wait for that to happen.

So it came as no surprise when one day she was the one who came to Cersei.

"Mom, are you ready to go?" – she inquired, tying her hair in a tight knot.

"Mom?" – she repeated when the woman stayed just there looking at her.

"Y... Yes! Lets go." – she stuttered but got over her shock quickly.

"Can we go shopping after class?"

"Of course. Let's make it girl's day, ok?

"Ok." – Sansa agreed smiling.

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Eddard Stark watched with a serene smile as his daughters played in the yard. It had been so long since he had seen them both acting so happy and carefree that for quite some time it had broken his heart to remember that it had been partly because of him.

But now, one year after Sansa had finally come to live with them, he and his heavily pregnant wife watched as both girls pretended to fight with their swords while their sons built a snowmen and were decorating it.

"Merry Christmas, my love." – the sweet voice of his wife whispered in his ear before kissing him, resting her head on his shoulder.

And as he rubbed Cersei's belly as delicately as possible he thought that yes, this was indeed a merry Christmas.

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A/N: And that is the end. I 'll return soon to update my other story and I will also be uploading two new stories I am currently writing :D