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A wedding fit for a Queen.
Sansa rolled her eyes as she watched Stannis frown at the parchment before him, "This will not do!" Lord Baelish glanced at Sansa and she whispered, "At this rate there will be no wedding." He patted her lap, "No matter what, there will be a wedding. I have no doubt that Stannis only wishes for you to be happy with it all." Sansa looked at the hand on her leg and moved it away, "I have no idea what changed your mind, Lord Baelish, but I want to thank you. Why do we have to marry so soon though?"
"Lord Baelish will be witness to our marriage."
Stannis stood from his desk and handed a scroll to Ser Davos as Sansa questioned, "Won't that hurt you more than help you? The Lannister's will question why you were here and what you are hiding." Lord Baelish smiled, "They won't know, no one will, unless I tell them, of course. Worry not of me, Sansa, just worry if your gown will be ready for tomorrow."
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"May they live in happiness and may their name be passed on for years."
Tywin Lannister clapped his hands as he watched his grandson, Joffrey, marry the Tyrell girl. He looked down at his daughter, "This is a joyous occasion, Cersei, be happy for your son." Cersei shook her head and watched on as Joffrey escorted his new wife from the Sept, "I cannot be happy, father, knowing that Sansa Stark is out there, alive, and with Stannis. The thought makes me sick." As they reached outside, she grabbed a glass of wine from a servant, "I told you not to worry of such things."
Cersei watched as Joffrey and Margaery kissed and she hummed, "Happiness cannot be found until the past is forgotten." She placed her glass in Tywin's hand, "Take care of it." Tywin hissed, "A raven makes it way as we speak."
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She often enjoyed laying in her bed and watching the sun set through her window. Sansa sighed with a smile upon her face, for tomorrow she would marry Stannis Baratheon in a small, but beautiful ceremony. With the smile still on her face, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Sansa dreamed of him. His sinister smile, his eyes staring into her own, black orbs that she felt threatened by. Trust no longer existed between them and Sansa felt betrayed as she watched him whisper into Cersei's ear before everything went black. She found herself sitting in the snow in the Godswood at Winterfell, she was older now, she could feel it.
"I picture myself sitting in the Iron Throne with you by my side."
She quickly looked up, hoping to see Stannis but Petyr was there yet again. Sansa shook her head, "No picture will be as pretty as Stannis and I together again." Petyr scoffed, "You're older now, Sansa, surely your fairy tale ideas have left you. You will be mine, one way or another."
Sansa whimpered in her sleep and twitched as she felt something touch her forehead. Lord Baelish sat upon her bed, watching as this young woman slept with such beauty and grace, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her soft skin. He felt himself grow hard at the sound of her whimper and cursed himself for sneaking into her room. He snapped his hand away, as if he had just been caught, and quickly left her chambers. Petyr entered his own chambers several rooms down and found a chambermaid making his bed for the evening. She gasped and grabbed a tray of spoiled food from the nearby table,
"I'm sorry, my Lord!" She tried to leave the room in haste, but Petyr shook his head before closing and barring the door, "You will stay, girl. Remove your dress."
In his time here, Petyr had been with two other girls, both handmaidens, but this one he had been eyeing since he entered the castle. She was short, but thin, and her hair was brown. What attracted him the most to her, however, was her two blue eyes that reminded him of Sansa. He touched himself through his breeches and groaned, "You will not close your eyes or look away from me, do you understand?" At her nod, he pounced on her like a lion that had been stalking its prey.
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"He is dead."
Kings Landing was in distress and Tywin was there to clean up the mess. Joffrey was dead, poisoned on his own wedding day, and Cersei believed that Stannis and Sansa were to blame. Cersei looked up at her father with blood-shot eyes, "No, no, please, tell me you are lying." Tywin gripped her shoulder, "He died in your arms, Cersei, there is no denying it." She shook her head and sniffed, "They did this, I swear it. We have to attack Dragonstone, father, we have to kill them."
"We have no proof."
He looked down to his right and saw Joffrey's lifeless body laying on a slab, "The King is dead, daughter. Tommen is next for the throne..." Cersei stood abruptly and screamed, "No! He cannot be King now, he's just a boy, he will not know what to do." Her father snorted, "I am hand to the King, child, with me at his side, he will be the greatest King this realm has ever seen. You have no say, tomorrow he will take the crown and make this family proud."
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Melisandre walked quietly in the halls, her thoughts occupied by the Lord of Light when she saw Lord Baelish exiting his chambers. He saw her and straightened his vest, "My Lady, good evening." Melisandre smiled and nodded at him, "Yes, a good evening. Sansa's last evening as young girl, for tomorrow she will be a wife." She saw a reaction on Petyr's face and chuckled, "But rest at the thought that she will be the wife of the one true King and one day rule the realm."
"How do you know that?"
The Red Woman smiled, "The Lord of Light never lies, Lord Baelish, perhaps you should join me in my chambers before you leave to see for yourself." Petyr chuckled, "I wonder if he truly does know the future. If so, I would rather not see it now." She smirked, "Quite right. Will I see you tomorrow at the ceremony?" Petyr nodded, "Yes. Goodnight, my Lady."
She watched him leave, the smell of sex still in the air, lingering where he stood. The handmaiden leaving his chamber only a few moments after he left proved the reason for the smell.
He was trouble, but Melisandre was curious to find out more about Petyr Baelish.
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The wedding will be in the next chapter. and More about the lannisters and their plans as well, especially Tywin