Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Next chapter of my Game of Thrones/Dragon Age crossover, enjoy.

Just to make things easier for you, here is a list of the characters in this story who will be POV characters:

Ned
Sansa
Bran
Arya
Cersei
Loghain
Solas
Varric

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Sansa

Sixteen year old Sansa Stark, second child and eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark was in a state of fear. She absently pulled the brush through her long auburn tresses, her blue eyes staring blankly back at her in the mirror. Normally a servant would brush her hair, but she was so distract, so desperate, fretting over her situation that she didn't care for that.

She absently noted to herself that, unlike her sister and half-brother who took after their father in appearance, she and her brother's took after their mother. Not only that, it was said that she resembled her mother the most.

'I can see it, what was they said, I look as mother did at this age.' She noted to herself. 'It's still visible now too, Mother is fortunate, not many woman have the fortune to grow old gracefully, you have to look into her eyes to see just how old she is, to see the wisdom of her years. She still looks young, beautiful.'

She smiled warmly at that. But then she remembered her current situation and bit her lip.

She shook her head. 'I don't understand, what is wrong with father, why is he punishing me this way. He wants us to leave King's Landing, take me away from my beloved Joffrey…Yet Arya gets to bring her Dancing Master with her, it's not fair.'

She couldn't understand it; one moment, her life seemed perfect; not even her wild and disgracefully unladylike sister could spoil it, spending so much time at her Dancing Lessons instead of messing up Sansa's life with her actions and attitude problems. But now, now things teetered on the brink of ruin.

She was perplexed by her sister too; after so long acting out, going against what was necessary for her, refusing to be the lady she was meant to be, Arya suddenly seemed to have changed. Despite refusing them in Winterfell, stating she was no good and it would be a waste of time, Arya had accepted dancing lessons here at the capital, apparently with a tutor personally hired by their father.

Sansa knew little of him expect that he was from Braavos. Now she spent so much time at them, Sansa was perplexed even more by the fact that she didn't seem to improve. Every day Arya seemed to have amassed a different collection of bruises, which she was oddly proud of. Then there were the strange incidents of her 'practicing'.

Her dancing master for some reason had her doing strange things like walking around blindfolded, or walking on her hands, or chasing cats. It was unusual; but Sansa shook her head, this wasn't helping her with her current problem.

'I need to find some way to change father's mind; I don't understand why, why does he want us to go, just because of one little incident.' She thought to herself. 'He says it's dangerous here, but how, we are surrounded by friends and allies. The only danger we were in was disgrace, but Arya, apart from some of her weird practices, has calmed down and is likely going to start learning properly.'

Perplexed and deciding she needed air, Sansa stood and left her room.

She stepped out of the Tower of the Hand and took a deep breath, hoping the air outside would calm her. Yet even with that, she still felt distressed, her mind was racing and her worries still ongoing. She began to walk; trying hard to figure things out. One thought kept nagging at her.

'Father is clearly overreacting; he's worried about something, but he's overthinking things.' She thought to herself. 'If only there is some other way; some way to calm him down, see things rationally…Then I might have a chance.'

She stopped, suddenly, she was certain, for a moment, that she had heard something. It sounded like her sister's voice.

Sansa was surprised by this, and had momentarily forgotten her own issues. 'Arya, what is she doing here, why would she be making such noise, I thought she was at her dancing lessons?'

She followed the sound of Arya's voice, as well as another, one that held a Braavosi accent. Finally however; she walked into the eastern council room. She froze in the entranceway, shocked at what she saw. 'It was all a lie, this whole time she's been lying to me…to all of us'

Arya was there, with a tall thin man, Braavosi by his accent, when in fact training with swords. It was sword lessons, not dancing lessons. Arya's bruises were easily explained now; as the teacher managed to strike a blow, which certainly wasn't soft.

Sansa remained frozen, unable to look away as the training continued. They locked blades when suddenly the Braavosi used his forward leg to sweep Arya's out from under her. This caused her to overbalance and drop; she hit the ground, rolled and tried to stand, but the Braavosi held his sword point to her neck.

"Dead." He remarked; matter of fact.

Arya sighed and shook her head. She then stood up; the Braavosi lowered his sword and smirked.

He shook his head and remarked. "Remember girl, a warrior must exploit any chance given to them."

Arya nodded glumly and Sansa had enough; she knew right away she couldn't let Arya get away with this. She turned and left, knowing exactly where to go.

She was so enraged; she almost missed the person she was seeking. Thankfully they did not miss her and immediately spoke.

"Lady Sansa, what is wrong?"

Sansa stopped and turned. "Septa Mordane…"

Mordane noticed immediately that something was wrong with Sansa. "My lady, what troubles you?"

"It's Arya. Septa, she lied to us." Sansa burst out at last. "Her 'dancing lessons' aren't dancing lessons at all. They are sword lessons, she is still acting out."

Mordane froze, shocked. "How can, how can you be so sure…?"

Sansa glowered. "I saw her, with my own eyes, she has lied to us, to father, she is continuing to act against being a lady. Worse, she could be caught by anyone, yet it's clear she doesn't care in the slightest for disgracing us."

"I will not let this stand." Mordane growled. "Come my lady, we'll bring this to your father at once, he cannot deny things now. He must finally see that Lady Arya needs to be taken in hand and taught a lesson."

Sansa smiled and nodded, immediately following Mordane as they headed for her father's office. Outside the office, Harwyn stood.

"We must speak with the Lord Hand." Mordane informed him.

Harwyn nodded. "I'm sorry Septa, my lady, but the Lord Hand is away at the moment, he had an urgent…private meeting."

That startled Sansa, wondering what her father could be doing. But then; before anything else could be said, there was a blinding flash of green light, followed by an explosion and earthquake erupted, knocking them off their feet. When they recovered, all they could hear were screams and utter carnage and Sansa was terrified, wondering what had happened now.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Well, starting next chapter, events will start to move forwards, to after the explosion.