We'll start off with a Selyse/Sansa moment and then move ahead. Sorry for the long wait!

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Stay Away

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Selyse looked out of the small open window in her cold chambers as she awaited Sansa's arrival. The opening of the door made her turn, "Thank you for bringing the Lady Sansa to me." Sansa clasped her hands in front of her and bowed her head as she entered the room. She had been in her chambers enjoying a small breakfast and awaiting her handmaiden when a guard announced himself at her door. The idea that Queen Selyse wanted to see her in her own chambers made Sansa shake as she walked down the hall.

"Did you hear me?"

Sansa looked up at the Queen and saw her lips were pursed, her eyes narrow, and her upper lip hair was quite shaded in the light they were in. All of this together nearly disgusted Sansa, but the Queen's anger made her question, "Pardon me, your grace, my mind has been elsewhere." Selyse waved her off, "I care nothing for your worries. Did you not hear what I said?" Sansa shook her head and before she could say anything else, Selyse turned away from her. She looked out of her little window, "I have been watching you, Sansa Stark. You walk around my home as though you built it yourself." Sansa bit her cheek, aware that her years of ready books on the history of the land, gave her the knowledge to know that the Baratheon's, nor the Queen's family built Dragonstone. She dared not say those words to the mad woman in front of her, but she simply smiled, "I mean no harm, your grace. I-I am privileged to be welcome to Dragonstone by your husband and-"

Selyse hissed, "My husband?" Selyse turned back to her and her face seemed darker than before, "Exactly right, Lady Stark, my husband. Mine." She calmed herself, "My daughter..." Her voice was eerily calm as she continued, "You have been sneaking around the castle at night, visiting my daughter-" It was then Sansa spoke up for herself, "I would never sneak around the castle at night, your grace! Ser Davos asked me if I wished to leave my room to join him and I said yes." Selyse knew of Davos receiving lessons on reading from Shireen in the late of night, but she cared not for that.

"What is going on here?"

The two women looked in the doorway to see Melisandre entering the cold room. The Red Witch was wearing a long gown of ruby red, her pale fingers clasped in front of her as she stared at Selyse. Sansa saw a change in the Queen's demenor as she backed away from her and Melisandre. Sansa took a breath, "I-The Queen and I were speaking." Melisandre nodded, "Aye, I saw that, little one. Sansa, come with me." Melisandre quickly turned and walked from the room, Sansa looking at Selyse once more before following the woman in red. As the door closed behind her, Selyse chocked out a sob and dropped to her bed, her hands grasped at her bony knees as she murmured, "I'm losing him. I'm losing him." She knew what Sansa had to offer her husband and she also knew that Melisandre would help Sansa help Stannis.

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Sansa had a hard time keeping up with Melisandre in the hallway, so she ran after her, "Why did you help me?" Melisandre stopped walking and spun on her, "What did she ask you? What did she say?" Sansa shook her head, "She-She said I've been sneaking around the castle, that I'm walking around here like I've built the castle..." Melisandre urged her on, "And...she repeated that Stannis was her husband." The Red Witch nodded, "Good." It was all going just as she had hoped, but Sansa watched in confusion as Melisandre returned to her walk.

"Sansa, my dear, listen to me." Sansa kept her pace next to Melisandre, "The King, has grown fond of you and that is scaring Selyse. Scaring her." Sansa shook her head, "Fond? I was told by Petyr Baelish that I was to stay here as a guest until further notice. For the King to become fond of me, it just can't be."

Her little speech was interrupted when both women noticed Stannis and Ser Davos walking in their direction. They stopped and bowed their heads as Melisandre mumbled, "Your grace, a pleasure to see you out this morning." Sansa stole a glance up at his face and saw that he was watching her with curious eyes. He nodded, "A early walk about my castle wakes me up. Lady Stark, may I ask why you look as though you have seen a ghost?" Before she could explain, Melisandre stepped before her, "I suppose you could say she did see a ghost. Your grace, if I may explain-"

"I understand."

Word had gotten to the King about Selyse speaking with Sansa, scaring her with mean and cynical words, but on this day he knew he had to stop it. Stannis gave a small crooked smile, "Ser Davos, why don't you bring Sansa to the hall for something to eat and then give her a tour of the castle."

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"I told you to stay away from her."

Selyse held her hand against her burning cheek as she looked up at her husband from the floor, "You have struck your Queen-" Stannis spun around and hissed, "Queen? You have not been my Queen since you killed my first son." Selyse shook her head and stood from her place on the floor, "It was never my fault, you know that! The witch has done this to us and now she has brought this- this child to take my place so she can do it all over again! Stannis, please-" She went to toch his arm, but he pulled away. The two stared at each other before he finally sighed,

"For years, we have been together in a union that neither wanted."

She began to sob as she realized what he was doing, "You have failed to give me my heirs, you have given me a daughter that cannot become Queen, and you no longer interest me." Without another word, he turned to leave her alone, but this time Selyse managed to grab him as she screamed, "I am your wife! You cannot leave me alone like this! Stannis, another chance, please!" He shook his head, "Leave Sansa Stark in peace until I can decide what to do with you."

Hours later, as Stannis sat alone with Melisandre in his study, he stared into the fire as he spoke, "I have spoke with Selyse of our union being over and soon I shall have her sent away." Mel smiled, "And the girl? What is she to you?"

"A beauty."

"A child."

Stannis looked at her and snorted, "A child? No, a woman flowered." He swallowed the rest of his wine and cleared his throat, "The things I said to Selyse, I meant them. I care nothing for her and I certainly never have. This girl, no, this woman...she interests me and her beauty is breathtaking." Melisandre had never heard him speak so intimately of another. She listened closely as he continued to get lost in the fire before him as he spoke,

"The Starks have always bred lovely children, but this daughter of the North is beautifully bred. Could you imagine what her children would be like?"

Melisandre smirked, "Can you? If she were to marry and mate with someone of great importance, of handsome blood, the children would rise quickly and be quite lovely." Her words were beginning to stick into his head as Stannis stood from his large chair and questioned, "What should I do? Tell me, what must I do?" The Red Witch smiled and ran her long finger across his jaw,

"You are the King and must decide for yourself. I cannot tell you anything other than...she is meant to be here."

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Tada. Sorry it took so long for this chapter! Merry Christmas to all!