Wedding night! Will Stannis and Sansa go through with it?!
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Sansa smiled as she clapped her hands, "That was lovely, Ser, thank you!" Stannis watched as the music man before them packed his instruments and allowed for the next person to come up to give them well wishes. The King looked to his right and saw his bride happy and smiling, "You are happy?"
The looked at each other and Sansa took a moment to look around at what was going on in that very moment. She saw Princess Shireen clapping along to the newest musician, she smiled at those that were happy around her, then her eyes fell upon Stannis. Several months ago, she was brought to Dragonstone, a scary place that she had only read about in her history books. Stannis scared her at first, but now he sat to her left, a crown upon his head and a smirk upon his face. He reached for her hand,
"Sansa?"
She blinked and whispered, "I'm very happy, Stannis." They watched as his fingers entwined with her own and Sansa smiled to herself, for the man she has always wanted to know was beginning to break through. Could it be he truly loved her as much as she had learned to love him? Stannis was never one to admit being 'in love', but he would tell her if he cared for her. Her thoughts were interrupted when her eyes caught Lord Baelish watching her. Sansa cleared her throat and pushed her chair back, "Will you excuse me, your grace?" She stood and Stannis copied her movement, "Are you alright?" Sansa rested a hand on his arm, "I would like some fresh air before we eat. I-I am quite flustered as of now."
It was true.
The idea of her wedding night lay heavy in the back of her mind and no matter what, it nagged her every few moments. Sansa fixed her gown and made her way through the crowd of people that wished to speak with her. She smiled and kept walking towards the back of the room, where a balcony hung over the ocean and she could get fresh air. Upon seeing her stand and leave, Petyr Baelish smirked and followed her from a distance until he saw her enter the balcony, her handmaidens awaiting their new Queen.
Sansa closed her eyes when she reached the balcony and took a deep breath of the ocean air. The water was calm down below and the large torches were lit in the mouths of Dragon statues.
"Did you ever think this is where you would be?"
She gasped and turned to find Lord Baelish entering through the balcony curtains. He closed them behind him as she replied, "What do you mean?" Petyr clasped his hands behind his back and walked to her, "You're a Queen now. Perhaps you don't quite understand your position yet, but you will. Stannis is in fact the true heir to the Iron Throne and now you are his wife. One day, the realm will look to both of you to rule with mercy." Sansa bowed her head, "Until that day comes, we will be only here for each other." She looked up at him,
"Are you happy for me?"
Petyr took a deep breath, "I am happy to see you happy, but no, I am not happy for you." Sansa shook her head, "You are bitter." She turned to walk back inside, but Petyr grabbed her arm, "Bitter and getting older. I could've given you plenty, but you were sucked into the game of thrones." Sansa pulled back, "Unhand me!" Ser Davos heard the commotion and entered the balcony, "What is going on here?" He looked at a flustered Sansa,
"Are you alright, your grace?"
Sansa looked up at him and back at Petyr, "Yes, Ser Davos, I am fine. Please make sure that Lord Baelish makes it to his ship safely. I would hate for him to get lost on the way." Petyr frowned, "As the Queen wishes." He pushed his way by the and Ser Davos followed him with his eyes, "Where do you think he will go now?" Sansa sighed and grasped his offered arm, "Kings Landing, no doubt. Lord Baelish will always be "Little Finger", no matter what. The Lannister's use him and he gets paid for what he knows." Ser Davos opened the curtains and walked her back in, "Should you and the King worry about what he tells them?" Stannis walked towards them,
"We have no need to worry about Lord Baelish speaking with the Lannister's."
Ser Davos pursed his lips, "How do you know that, my King? He cannot be trusted-" Stannis took Sansa by her elbow, "Trusted or not, the Lannister's know of our plans by now, no doubt. Petyr Baelish is not the only spy in these lands." Melisandre took her place at the front of the hall and called for attention,
"Ladies and gentlemen, my King, my Queen."
Sansa smiled back at her as she grasped onto Stannis' arm, "Today, we witnessed a union between a King and his one true mate. The Lord of Light will shine the way on your trek to the Iron Throne." All in the feasting hall clapped and eyes turned to them as she continued, "As per tradition, there must be a bedding ceremony." Melisandre was not one to hold tradition in the old ways, but she enjoyed to see the face of an innocent turn to fear, of which she could see on Sansa's face.
"No bedding."
Sansa looked up at Stannis and stayed quiet as her new husband hissed, "I will bring my wife to our chambers on my own."
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She was beautiful and she was his.
Stannis watched from the doorway as Sansa looked around his chambers in wonder, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes looking at the carvings on the ceiling. She looked at him, "Your chambers are lovely, your grace." Stannis smirked at her formality, for it would take practice for her to always call him by his name. His name on her tongue was the sweetest of sounds he had heard in a long time.
"We are not here to stare at the ceilings, Sansa."
He watched her turn red from his words, "I love when you blush, Sansa, you remind me just how innocent you truly are." She gave a nervous chuckle, "You flatter me, my Lord." Stannis and Sansa stood in the room for several moments before Stannis finally gestured to the table, "We have a union to consummate, I suppose you would like some wine?" The idea of laying with Stannis made Sansa's heart skip a beat as he poured the glass of red wine. She remembered during the Battle of Blackwater, how Cersei drank wine by the pitchers and made her drink with her. She had grown to hate the bitter taste of it, but Sansa took the glass from Stannis and took a large gulp, hoping it would help calm her nerves.
Stannis watched her closely as she sipped her wine, until she placed it down after only three small sips. Sansa looked up at him, "I will undress." She was scared, but she knew that it had to happen now and could no longer be put off. Sansa sighed as she turned away from him and walked behind the thing white curtain. Her gown, although not large, felt heavier than anything she has ever worn before. The large skirt pooled to the floor and she stepped out of it, glancing over her shoulder and through the curtain to see Stannis sitting upon the bed, watching her. Her face and chest turned hot as she gave a silent gasp and turned back. She bit her lip as she removed her corset top, a small sigh escaping her lips as the corset shell released her stomach to breathe.
"I want to see you."
It was not a request. Sansa took a deep breath and in only her thin shift, she walked out from behind the curtain and stood before Stannis. He looked at her then, truly looked at her. Stannis could now study every inch of her body without sin and what he saw made him pause. Sansa was ten and four now, flowered, and a young woman. His throat was dry as he stood and walked to her, "I want to touch you." He reached out and let his fingers play with the ties attached to the front of her shift. Stannis felt her shaking as he pushed the front of the shift aside to allow his hand to cup her bosom. Sansa gasped lightly at his touch and Stannis watched her eyes close and mouth slightly open as his palm brushed against her nipple.
He felt himself stir below his belt at her reaction, "Do you enjoy my touch, Sansa?" She did not open her eyes, but leaned into his touch, "Y-Yes." Sansa was still growing and Stannis could not make that escape his mind. Was she too young for this? Was Sansa ready to be brought to his bed? In just a few movements, Stannis pushed her shift down to reveal herself to him and he stared at her for several moments. Sansa resisted the urge to cover her chest, but let her husband and King look upon her for the first time. His eyes were focused on her breasts as she caught her breath from the sensations she had felt only moments ago.
"So young."
Stannis let his hand wander down her side and rest upon her hip. Could she even give him children now? Was she ready? He stepped back and shook his head, making Sansa worry, "What's wrong?" She covered her chest as he turned away from her and grabbed the flagon of wine on the table, "You're not ready." His voice was laced with poison as he spit those words. Sansa shook her head, "No! I mean, I am nervous, yes, but I am ready! Stannis-"
He looked at her as he walked to the door with the flagon of wine, "Do you not want me?" He sighed as he bowed his head, "Get sleep, Sansa." Sansa watched as he new husband left her alone in the room. She rushed to the open door and watched as Stannis took long strides down the hallway, trying to get away from her as fast as he could.
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"You look tired."
Stannis looked up and saw Maester Cressen standing before him in his robes. He snorted, "Tired. Yes." Maester Cressen sighed and spoke softly, "What are you doing down here at this time? You should be making merry with your new wife." Stannis shook his head but said nothing as the old man sat down before him. "Your grace, tell me. Why are you here drowning in your wine?"
The King lifted his head and stared at the old Maester for several moments. Maester Cressen and Stannis had known each other for years. Cressen was the closest thing Stannis had to a father figure and was always there to help him mentally and physically. He sighed, "I was going to do it." He took a long gulp from his glass,
"She's young."
Cressen raised an eyebrow, "I believe that was something you were well aware of before you married her, your grace. Lady Sansa is very much flowered and able to give you a child." Stannis shook his head, "I saw her tonight for the first time. She-She is not...grown." Stannis snorted, "She is beautiful, but at ten and four, I thought she was ready-" Maester Cressen reached out and grabbed the Kings arm, "Your grace, just days ago I had examined Lady Sansa and I found she is able to have children." Stannis stared at him, "But how can we be sure?"
"Although she will still develop for a few years, Lady Sansa is quite grown already. She is tall, she is healthy, and from looking at her sides, you can see she can birth a child without issue. Once with child, she will be able to produce to feed him or her. A child becomes a woman once she bleeds, and the young woman you married tonight has been bleeding on each moon for the past year."
He could tell Stannis was still on edge and he turned to realize that Stannis was not angry, but worried about harming her. Maester Cressen gave a warm smile, "You worry to harm her or lose her in child birth." The King looked at him before pouring another glass of wine, "I do not wish to watch her die trying to bring my son into this world. I would blame myself for causing such harm to someone as young as Sansa." Cressen nodded in understanding, "There are ways to assure that the Queen gives birth when she is ready and well prepared for what childbirth brings."
"What ways?"
Maester Cressen took his hand from the Kings arm, "As strange as it sounds, I can give the Queen moon tea each month until she is old enough and ready to make a child." He could see the panic rise is Stannis' eyes, "That is, of course, if you agree she should not and cannot give birth within the year." Stannis stared at him for several long moments, "You suggest I kill any of my heirs or possible sons?" He shook his head, "I could not do that. I've lost so many through Selyse..."
"Then give the Queen a child."
Stannis watched the old man stand up, "You fear harming her. My boy, do not fear it. The Gods favor Lady Sansa and although abandoned, they watch you as well. Go to your wife, lay with her, and seal your union. I assure you that Sansa Stark is very much healthy and ready to produce strong Baratheon boys and lovely Baratheon girls." He could see Stannis calming now, whether it be from the wine or talking to him.
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Sansa could not sleep knowing that Stannis was disappointed in how she looked. After Stannis left, Sansa cried for nearly an hour before she changed into a sleeping gown and slipped under the covers. Her hair was down from her braids and she tried to fall asleep, but sleep never came. Three hours after he had left her, Sansa heard the door to the room opening and she stared at the wall as she listened to it close. She feigned sleep as Stannis' boots clicked on the stone floor as he crossed the room to the bed.
Stannis walked up the two steps to the bed and looked down at Sansa as she slept. Her back was to him and him could see her breathing was steady and even.
"Sansa?"
She did not move and kept looking at the wall before her as she continued to listen to him undress. His belt hit the floor first, then his leather vest jacket. Her breath caught in her throat as he sat upon the bed and removed his boots. He was her husband now and it was very rare for a marriage to go unconsummated on the first night. Soon after she thought that, she felt his hand touching her hip over the covers. Sansa took a deep breath and turned around in the bed, laying on her back and looking at him.
"I'm so sorry."
Stannis frowned, "For what?" He leaned closer to her as he began to touch her hair, "I disappointed you. I saw it in your eyes-" Stannis shook his head, "No, it was I that disappointed you with how I acted. I-I must confess something to you, Sansa, and I do not confess it enough." Sansa stared up at him as he began to caress the skin on her neck, "I love you." Her breath caught in her throat, "What?" Stannis Baratheon, a man that never shows his emotions openly had just confessed to his new wife.
Sansa smiled up at him, "I love you as well, my King." This was love and Sansa had never felt this before, not even for Joffrey. What she felt for that boy was a crush, but what she felt for this man was so much more. Stannis smirked and whispered, "We have a duty." Sansa became nervous once more and watched as he moved her gown to the side and began to kiss her chest. Although her hands were shaking, Sansa gasped and grasped the back of his head with one hand while the other grabbed at the sheets, "Sta-Stannis!" He took a nipple into his mouth and smiled upon it when he heard her scream out his name.
Had anyone been standing outside their chambers that night, they would have heard the sound of Sansa's gown being ripped, her cries of pain and pleasure as the King took her maidenhead, and Stannis' whimpers and groans.
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I bet you guys were hoping for some raunchy stuff...Well, the good stuff will come later, for when baby making time has to happen while on the road to the NORTH! I hope you guys enjoyed this long chapter...Now, I'm gonna go spread my cold/sinus illness onto others. Thanks for reading!