My direction with this story may seem all over the place over the next few chapters, but that is to throw a lot of you off. Melisandre is showing a tiny bit of jealously, since she kinda always wanted Stannis for herself but could never have him, but yes, she is also worried Stannis will get too attached to Sansa too quickly. As far as Davos goes, I always imagined Davos would simply give his advice, fight for the little guy, but not argue with his King at the end of the day. Although it is not ideal for a four and ten year old Sansa to be courted by a 30 something year old Stannis, Davos can argue all he wants, but Stannis will get his way in the end. :) I just wanted to explain a little more in detail. This chapter will include Sansa's Nameday, dramatic events, and more! Stannis told them all they should not go to the mainland!

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"This is all quite ridiculous."

Stannis pulled at his vest and then clasped his hands behind his back as he watched Shireen lean over the edge of the boat they were on. Ser Davos chuckled, "Ridiculous, maybe, your grace, but you have made your ward very happy." Both men looked at Sansa, who was standing next to Shireen and pointing into the water. They were not on a grand ship, but it was big enough to bring them to shore so Sansa may celebrate her Nameday with a walk through the trees and at port.

Stannis looked at Davos, "My ward? You forget, Davos, she will be your Queen one day." Davos frowned and nodded, "Aye, I will never forget that you are forcing a child to marry you because a Lord of Light said it was for the good of Westeros." His King walked forward to him and as he went to pass, he whispered, "Watch your tongue if you wish to keep it."

He walked over to Sansa and cleared his throat, "We are almost at port." Sansa looked up at him, "Thank you so very much for bringing us to land, Stannis. I am so happy!" He nodded, "We will remain here for no more than two hours, do you understand? Shireen, you will stay with Ser Davos at all time." The princess nodded, "Yes, papa!"

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"I will write ahead to Stannis and tell him I plan to return in a fortnight to bring Sansa to the Vale."

Lysa hummed, "Perhaps Stannis would rather keep the girl." Petyr shook his head, "I brought her there for safety, my dear, not to live there for the rest of her days. Besides, Stannis is a married King, Lysa and his Queen must be upset with Sansa being there for so long." Lysa placed her bony hand on his shoulder, "What plans do you have for her, Petyr?" Petyr looked up at her and smiled sweetly, "She should marry her cousin and your son, Robin." Lysa smiled, "Robin would make a fine husband! Oh, Petyr, what a glorious surprise!" She clapped her hands and giggled, "Do you think she would make a good wife? Robin is so sensitive, so tender, she must be kind to him-"

"It is not set in stone, Lysa, calm yourself."

She still had a smile on his face, "Robin would be Warden of the North, Petyr, wouldn't he?" Petyr nodded, "He would and Sansa would be his Wardeness." He lightly scribbled a note on a long parchment for Stannis Baratheon, his thoughts swirling wildly in his mind. Not even Lysa would learn of his real plan until it was too late to do anything about it. Petyr smiled down at the parchment before him; his plans were coming together nicely.

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They had arrived on land by noon and Sansa and Stannis were greeted by seamen and villagers alike. They bowed to Stannis and whispered to one another at the young woman on his arm. Sansa felt uncomfortable under all the stares and whispered to Stannis, "Can we please go to the tree line? I would love to feel the grass upon my feet." He nodded and looked back at Davos and Shireen, "Do whatever you may like, but remember that we meet back here within two hours-"

"Can't we stay longer, father?"

Stannis growled, "No, we cannot. And put your cloak hood on, child, I don't want them all staring at you." Sansa heard those words and looked back at Shireen, but remained quiet. She at least knew not to say anything to interrupt a father speaking with his daughter and a King giving an order. Shireen sighed and pulled her hood up, "Yes, papa." As Sansa and Stannis went in their own direction towards the small village, Sansa watched as men and women bowed and curtsied as he passed, but Stannis paid them no mind. He brought her up a hill and as they reached the village, he let her go, "Well?" Sansa looked up at him, "Hm?" He rolled his eyes, "What is your plan?" Sansa finally realized that he was wanting to know what she wanted to do in the village, but as she looked around, she found she did not want to be there.

She pointed to the treeline, "I don't suppose there would be any flowers there to pick? I really would like to sit in the grass-" Stannis grasped her arm once more and brought her towards the tree line, unknowingly grabbing the attention of three men who could not keep their eyes off of young Sansa Stark.

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He watched her in the small clearing, how her red hair would shine in the small bit of sunlight peaking through the trees. Stannis leaned against a tree and could not help but smile as she plucked the finest flowers from the dirt, her eyes focused on the task at hand. She looked up at him more than once and smiled back before slowly sitting in the grass and making a crown of flowers. He watched her fingers delicately twine the stems into place, "I can't imagine Winterfell had many flowers?" Sansa chuckled at his assumption, "No, but when we did, I enjoyed it very much. Arya thought me silly to make them, but I would place them upon my head and imagine I was a Queen." She paused and held her finished work in her hand, "I felt beautiful."

"You are."

Sansa looked up at Stannis and watched him walk over to her, "May I?" He reached a hand down and she placed the small crown of flowers in his hand before he gently placed it upon her head, "There." Stannis realized then, that although she may be flowered and a woman, Sansa would always love the simple things and enjoy life even when darkness was cast over her.

"There you are!"

Stannis and Sansa looked towards the trees and saw Shireen and Davos entering the clearing. Shireen ran up to them, "Ser Davos and I are going to the village square to listen to the music. I heard a group of men and women playing instruments-" Ser Davos sighed, "Aye, and the children nearly ran off trying to get their. I insisted we find you both first." Stannis looked at Sansa, "How about it, my Lady?" Sansa touched the crown of flowers on her head and nodded, "That would be refreshing." The group left the clearing together and found that the ways to the village were filled with people and as they walked deeper into the village, Sansa could smell the food, hear the music, and see the smiling faces on all the faces she looked at.

Sansa could not help but giggle as Shireen twirled about, pointing at everything she could see that caught her attention. She hated seeing Shireen wearing the hood from her cloak to keep her face hidden, but her happiness made Sansa happy. Suddenly, the child within her caught sight of the most beautiful fabrics she had ever seen and she grabbed Stannis' arm, "Oh my! Stannis, please, may we go look at the goods this village has to offer?" He looked down at her, feeling no ease in the large crowd around him. He felt her tug at him once more, "Please, Stannis?" He looked down into her blue eyes and sighed, "Alight, but only for a few moments." In seconds, he was dragged over to the stall with the most fabrics upon it and Sansa fingered the silks on display. She smiled as the fabric felt familiar and sighed,

"I remember silks like these in Winterfell."

Several feet away from them, the three men from before stood, their gazes glued upon her, not paying attention to her companion. At her words, the woman in charge of the stall walked around her set and smiled, "My, my, what a lovely creature you are!" Sansa blushed at her words and tried to speak, but she hushed her, "Now, is there something you are looking for, my dear? Silks perhaps?" As she brought Sansa to the end of her stall, she looked towards the three men watching over them and nodded, giving them the go-ahead they had been waiting for.

Suddenly, Stannis heard Davos shout, "Princess, come back!" He quickly spun around and watched as Davos started running after Shireen, as she ran her way to the village center to hear the music better and watch the dancing. He sneered, "Stupid child!" As Stannis had his back turned, Sansa felt someone tap her shoulder lightly and she turned back, and in her horror a hand was placed over her mouth and she was lifted into the arms of a stranger as she disappeared into the large crowd.

Stannis turned back to where Sansa was, only to find that she was gone. In the middle of a large crowd, panic began to set into the Kings blood as he desperately looked around him, trying to find Sansa and the woman from the stall. He shouted, "Sansa! Sansa?!" It was when he could not find her red hair in the crowd, that he realized she was gone.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this thriller! Look forward to more!