Thanks for all the great reviews once again! I can't believe how much I love this pairing! Skipping ahead again in this chapter, you'll see that here and there.
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Dragons
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"I will surely die on this ship."
This was Sansa's thought as she held onto the siding of the ship Petyr and herself had boarded only minutes ago. The ship left port just then and sailed on the choppy and stormy water, heading towards their one destination; Dragonstone. She could feel herself becoming nauseous as the ship crashed against a wave and as Sansa placed a hand upon her belly to calm herself, Petyr spoke from behind,
"Don't get sick now, my Lady, you wouldn't want to ruin your prettiest gown."
Sansa thought she should and could stay mad at Lord Baelish for what he was doing, but surely traveling on the road for too long would give her away. She shook her head, "How long until we reach land?" Sansa heard her savior chuckle and his boots clicked on the wood as he walked to her right side, "Not too long, perhaps an hour if we don't sink-" He glanced at her and saw a look of horror on her face, "We will make land just fine, Sansa. Now, look at me." She nodded and did as she was told, standing straight and looking him dead in the eyes. Petyr reached a hand forward and grasped her chin, "You will be presented to Stannis Baratheon soon and you must remember who you are."
Confusion was all that clouded Sansa's mind, "I-I am Sansa Stark-"
"No! You are not just Sansa Stark. You the other half to getting the North to rally behind Stannis Baratheon. But what is the most important thing?"
Sansa smiled, "That I am safe from the Lannister's." Petyr nodded, "They think you are dead and gone now, Sansa, perhaps even buried that handmaidens body in the Kings Wood, maybe even sent it to Winterfell to the Stark crypts." Would they do that? Would they even care about whether or not her body make it to her home? Sansa thought of the poor girl who was probably about her age, the poor handmaiden that died at the hand of Petyr Bealish just to save her own life.
"The sun will be setting soon. We will arrive to the beaches while its dark."
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"What do we do now? The girl is dead and we have nothing. My brother, your son, is out there being held by the Stark boy-"
Cersei sipped her wine and tried to hold back her drunken tears in front of her father, but Tywin growled, "Whose fault is that? You left the holding chamber that night and Sansa Stark escaped to her room. Now, because of you and your drunken escapades, your brother will die." Tywin watched his daughter slowly lower her glass to the table, "Die? No, no, he cannot die. Jaime cannot and will not be killed! Father, surely you would not allow it? Please, I beg of you to-to-"
"What is all this blubbering?"
Joffrey walked into the council room with a frown on his young face and took a seat at the head of the table. Cersei and Tywin looked at him and Joffrey shrugged and hissed, "What? Do you have any information to share with me?" Cersei sniffed and smiled, "My son, my King, with the unexpected death of Sansa Stark, your uncle Jaime is in a bitter situation." Joffrey stared at his mother for a moment and snorted, "My betrothed is dead and you care for nothing other than uncle Jaime? Mother, other than uncle Jaime, do you know what else we should be focused on? Killing Robb Stark!" He began to shout,
"Am I the only one that can see that? They all have traitors blood and I want all of the Starks dead!"
Tywin rolled his eyes, "You can't kill every single Stark, your grace. The youngest girl is missing, but not yet found dead. Until we have proof-" Joffrey stood, "Did you not hear me, grandfather? I said I want Robb Stark dead! I am the King and I make the orders!" Tywin stood slowly and looked down at his grandson, "Saying you are a King will not make you more powerful than you believe you are. Do not worry about Robb Stark, your grace, I will take care of it." Tywin left the room with his back straight, standing tall even after insulting the King. Cersei said nothing as she took a moment to take to her glass of wine and thinking of her brother and lover.
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The night was dark, but just in the distance Sansa could see large torch light flickering up to the sky. Her legs were shaky as Petyr helped her into a small row boat, but her eyes never left the dark outline of a castle in the distance. The water bobbed the tiny boat up and down before finally they made it close enough that she could see the castle in the dark. Her eyes traveled upwards and kept going until she finally saw the top. Sansa could remember being a small child, reading about Dragonstone in the many books she had. She knew as much as it once belonged to the Targaryens, and that the outside and inside would be ornate with large dragon sculptures. She was in true awe of everything she saw at that moment, the dragon looking out at the sea, the hard stone standing for so many years.
Petyr looked at how Sansa was looking up at the castle in wonder, "A strong castle, my Lady, just as strong as the King inside." Sansa glanced over her shoulder at him but said nothing.
It wasn't long before they reached the shore of the beach where Petyr lifted Sansa from the boat and placed her back on her feet. As the man that brought them to shore went to leave, Sansa grabbed Petyr's arm, "Shouldn't someone escort us?" Petyr chuckled, "I'm afraid our presence will be quite a surprise to Stannis Baratheon, Sansa." Petyr took her arm and began to walk with her up the sandy beach and to the rock steps, of which they would climb to Sansa's new home.
But as the pair began their long trek up to the castle, Melisandre stood on her balcony, watching as the two cloaked figures made their way to the castle. She smirked and turned to the guard that accompanied her, "Awaken the King. Tell him he has unexpected guests."
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A bit short on this chapter, but just think, Sansa and Stannis will meet in the next and petyr will finally leave!