This is it! The wedding chapter! I hope you all enjoy.
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The day was finally here. In only eight hours, Sansa would wed Stannis Baratheon, the one true King. She felt pride and happiness, but she was also nervous and frightened. She had spoken with Melisandre of her wedding night to come, she had heard about it in Kings Landing from her handmaiden, Shae, but she still felt unprepared.
"Don't I just lay there and allow my Lord husband to consummate our marriage?"
Shae would just laugh and shake her head, "Oh, my Lady, to be so innocent again. No, silly child, let me tell you."
She would learn on her own and the thought of that scared her.
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"Where will we marry?"
Stannis smirked, "The Sept. It is small, but the Septon is a good man." Sansa had nearly expected to hear Stannis offering Melisandre to marry them by the Lord of Light's ways, but he knew better. Most of Westeros believed in the faith of the Seven, so in order to make sure their marriage would never be argued against, he would marry Sansa before the Gods. She questioned, "Are you sure? I would hate to make you stand against your faith." The Lord of Light frightened Sansa, but when Stannis shook his head, she sighed, "Thank you."
Later, after Sansa was locked in her chambers with her handmaidens to wash and prepare for that night, Melisandre paid her a visit. When she arrived, Sansa was in her tub, the water steaming and it smelled of lavender. Sansa sighed as her handmaiden washed her hair and Melisandre spoke softly, "Lavender?" The young woman opened her eyes and looked up, "Yes, it calms me. It also smells so beautiful." The woman before her chuckled, "Calms you? You must feel quite nervous about tonight." Sansa shifted in her tub and looked at her handmaiden, "You may leave."
When they were finally alone, Melisandre grabbed a large sheet and held it up to wrap Sansa as she exited the tub, "What can you tell me about my-my wedding night?" The Red Woman was not surprised to hear Sansa ask, she expected it in all honesty, but she knew she had to be delicate.
"What do you know?"
Sansa bit her lip as she sat down at her vanity, "Not much, Lady Melisandre, not much at all. My mother, she-she never got the chance to explain anything like that to me. She mentioned a few things, but I heard from the girls in Winterfell that..." She trailed off as she looked at Melisandre in the mirror, "I-I don't think-it's really quite silly." Melisandre smiled, "Nothing is silly, Sansa. Tell me." Sansa nodded at her and took a deep breath, "I was told that I will do my duty to my husband and lay with him on the night of our wedding to consummate it. I-I will lay in the bed and let my Lord do what he must to me." Melisandre shook her head, "Oh, heavens no! Sansa, dear, Stannis will not be the only one enjoying tonight. You will quite enjoy it as well and will have to put in the work."
The Lady seemed surprised, but she licked her lips and whispered, "Can you tell me more?"
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Stannis raised his arms and looked down at the man helping him dress, "Tighter on the waist." He looked towards his right, "Have you checked on her?" Ser Davos nodded, "The Lady Melisandre is helping Sansa prepare for the wedding." Stannis hummed, "And the Princess Shireen?" Davos smiled, "The Princess is dressing in the loveliest dress of blue. Lady Sansa helped her prepare it a few days ago." A knock came at the door and Stannis sighed, "Enter!" An old man slowly walked through the doorway and Stannis could not help but smirk, "Maester Cressen, I'm surprised you were able to make it up here. A busy man such as yourself." The old Maester smiled back at the Kings humor, he knew that humor all too well from knowing Stannis for years.
"Your grace, I am happy that I have lived long enough to watch you marry twice."
The old man was nearly seventy years old, one of the oldest of the Maester's left in Westeros. Stannis stepped down, completely dressed in his garb for the wedding, "I must ask, my old friend, was your examination a success?" Maester Cressen nodded, "Of course. Lady Sansa was quite nervous but she knew it had to be done. She is in perfect health and has already bled this month. She is able to carry a child." Ser Davos sighed, "I will leave you two alone-"
"No need. That is all I needed to hear. Maester Cressen, I will see you at the wedding."
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"Your hair looks lovely."
Sansa smiled as Lord Baelish walked to her dressed in a midnight blue vest jacket. His Mockingbird pin was shimmering in the candle light as he sat down next to Sansa on her bed. He sighed, "You marry in just a few hours." Sansa nodded and took a deep breath, "I am nervous, Lord Baelish, I cannot lie to you." He nodded in understanding, "I understand. I was the same way when I married you Aunt Lysa." She could not believe her ears; how could be have been nervous?
"You? But, you are Lord Baelish, I've never seen you nervous."
Petyr nodded, "Marriage can be terrifying, Sansa, I hope you know that." She frowned, "I know what it can do to people." He smirked, "Of course you do." They sat in silence for several minutes before Sansa cleared her throat, "My dress will be here soon. I am excited to see it. I only wish mother were here to help me dress. She would be so happy for me." Petyr looked at her and stared when she mentioned Catelyn. He replied in a soft tone, "Your father would be the proudest. You are marrying the man he believed was the true heir to the Iron Throne. A strong fighter and a King. Someone who can protect you." She smiled and bowed her heard, "Before he passed, he told me he would find me someone that fits Stannis' description."
"I've hoped that you would have thought it were me."
Sansa looked up at him, "What?" Petyr grabbed her had in his suddenly and pushed on, "Sansa, you do not have to marry him, you know? You can come back with me to the Vale, we can removed Lysa and Robin from their nest and make our rule together!" Sansa tried to pull away, but his grip was hard, "Lord Baelish, please, stop-"
"Your mother, your pretty mother, I loved her so, but you, you are even more beautiful than she ever was. I can be your mentor, your protector, and your Lord husband and one day we shall rule this realm as one. Wouldn't you like that?"
Her head was spinning she could barely register what was happening in that moment, until he gripped her arms and took her lips with his. Sansa squealed and pushed him away, "No, no!" Petyr stopped what he was doing and hissed, "We can leave now, Sansa. You don't now what you are getting into by marrying this man." Sansa stood suddenly and pointed to the door, "Leave." Petyr was stunned by her sudden hostility, "Lord Baelish, I am sorry, but you must leave. I-I won't tell my betrothed of what has happened here, for I know you will not live to see sunrise. You may stay to witness the wedding, but you must leave after the feast."
Petyr felt defeated in his efforts to get Sansa to return home with him. He stood from the bed and straightened his vest, "I had hoped you would be smarter, but I realize you are still the child that I saw in Kings Landing." Was she supposed to feel bad? Insulted? Sansa felt nothing as she watched him leave the room and leave her alone to herself.
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Her palms were sweating as she stood before a grand and ornate door. She had never been to this part of the castle and the large dragon sculpted into the stone above the door made her stare in wonder.
"My Lady?"
Ser Davos opened the door, "It is time."
He pushed the door wide open and everyone in the Sept looked towards her, making Sansa feel suddenly shy and frightened. Then she saw him. Stannis stood next to the Septon, his face clean shaven, a crown on his head, and a sword on his hip. Sansa could not help but smile to him as she slowly walked into the large room. When she reached them, she looked at Stannis and he leaned over to whisper in her ear,
"I've never seen a more beautiful bride."
Sansa blushed as the Septon cleared his throat, "Lords and Ladies, we gather here before the Gods to witness the union of Sansa Stark of Winterfell and King Stannis of the House Baratheon." As the Septon went on with the ceremony, Sansa looked past Stannis and saw Lord Baelish standing closer to the wall, his eyes focused on her and only her. She watched as Melisandre walked to him and smiled towards Sansa before turning to speak to Lord Baelish.
Melisandre whispered, "She will not leave with you." Petyr looked at her and growled, "I know that. Your King has done something to her. Or have you?" He studied her face and she chuckled softly, "You truly are foolish, Lord Baelish." She leaned in and sniffed, "I smell fear on you. Do you fear that you will never have her for yourself?" Petyr said nothing as he shifted on his feet, "I am simply here to witness this marriage and leave. Stay away from me, Witch."
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"Place your hand over his."
Sansa reached out and place her hand over Stannis' and watched as the Septon wrapped a thick ribbon around them. He took a step back and spoke, "Let it be known that Stannis Baratheon and Sansa Stark are one heart, one flesh, and one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." He stepped foward and placed a hand over their joined ones, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them for eternity." He unwrapped the ribbon and smiled at them, "Look onto one another and speak the words."
Stannis and Sansa turned towards each other and each began to speak, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his/her, as he/she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days." Once finished, Sansa could not help but smile up to a serious Stannis as the Septon nodded, "Your grace, you may now kiss your wife." Stannis slowly leaned down, placed a hand behind Sansa's neck, and kissed her upon her lips slowly and tenderly. Sansa held onto his waist with both hands and closed her eyes, the reality of it all finally hitting her. She was a wife now, and a Queen. They broke apart and the Septon announce for all to hear, "Introducing Sansa Baratheon, wife and Queen to the One True King, Stannis! Long may they reign!"
The hall of only a handful of people shouted, "Long may they reign!" Princess Shireen's voice among the loudest. Sansa laughed as she took Stannis' hand and paid no mind to Melisandre and Petyr as her thoughts drifted to her husband. Sansa looked up at Stannis and smiled, "We've done it. Are you happy, your grace?" Stannis looked down at his young wife as they walked from the Sept and towards the entrance to the main hall, "I am happy, Sansa. You've made me happy since you stepped foot on this rock." Two guards opened the large doors to the main hall and Stannis gestured her in, "Your grace."
Sansa smiled at those words for she was finally the Queen she had always thought of being, but yet she would have never thought her King would be Stannis Baratheon.
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I will focus a bit on the lannisters and the WEDDING NIGHT in the next chapter. Stannis and Sansa will get word of Joffrey's death just after Lord Baelish leaves...I hope you guys enjoyed this longer chapter!