Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 6 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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

Sansa

Sansa bit her lip as she sat in on her bed. She looked out the window; things seemed quiet enough now.

'But still, that explosion, surely things have changed; but how?' She thought to herself. 'What truly happened; do we even know; are we even looking? We must be; but then…how?'

That wasn't her only fear however; she was growing frantic, fearful, she began to pace the room, her fear growing with each passing moment.

She shook her head. 'Oh, what is to happen now; has this scared father even more. He'll want to leave, he'll, he'll send me away for sure now…Oh, what can I do?'

That wasn't the only thing that troubled her; there was another issue, one she wasn't sure how to proceed on; especially due to her own conflicted feelings regarding it.

She sighed. 'That's…Gods, what am I doing, thinking all that; despite everything; it's Arya I should be thinking about.'

To say Sansa was worried about her sister would be an understatement, despite her discovery of Arya's improper behaviour.

'I am sorry Arya, so sorry. I was angry at you, but now, now I truly worry about her.' She thought fearfully.

Shaking her head she knew she had to leave; she had to try and find out what was going on. At the very least she hoped there would be news on Arya.

She made her way towards her father's office; while she felt terrible for eavesdropping, she felt it wouldn't find anything out unless she hid and tried to listen in. She knew Septa Mordane and at least two of her father's guards were within the room.

"All of King's Landing has been searched; Arya is nowhere to be found." Her father was saying. "There's nothing more we can do; we have to assume she isn't here, she isn't hiding for whatever reason; she truly has disappeared. Possibly ended up in one of these news lands."

Sansa inhaled sharply at that; horrified.

Mordane then spoke. "That may be the case, my Lord, but we must have faith that she is alright."

There was a brief silence before her father spoke again. "Yes, you are right. Arya is resourceful; she's a survivor."

"Yes My Lord; I still must ask though…the wisdom of your decision…" Mordane began.

Sansa was confused by this; but soon found out the truth.

Mordane then continued. "I still cannot believe you allowed Lady Arya to have sword lessons, I thought…"

"We have been through this; Septa; I did what was best; I know what you may think, but Arya is far too different and this was actually helpful." Her father replied, somewhat sharply. "I will hear no more complaints regarding Arya's sword lessons, she had my permission, I hired Syrio, that is all there is to it."

Sansa quickly left; knowing the meeting was over; she was shocked. Despite her thoughts; her desire to complain about Arya's sword lessons before the explosion had hit a dead end. She could scarcely believe what she had heard; her father, of all people, had allowed Arya to have sword lessons.

Sansa was seated in her room, shaking her head.

'I don't believe it; I thought Arya was acting out again; but she wasn't…She was doing what father wanted, what he allowed her to do.' She thought in disbelief. 'Oh Arya, where are you anyway…Even with all this; there's still so much we need to deal with, especially regarding your behaviour, but most of all, just to you safe again.'

Sansa groaned; there was so much going on; it left her feeling so conflicted. She was growing tired and frustrated with Arya's unladylike behaviour, but she was still her sister. As such, she couldn't help but miss her. She was jolted out of her thoughts by a knock at the door.

"Come in." She said; startled.

The door opened and she smiled as her father entered.

"Father; how nice to see you." She said with smile.

Her father nodded, also smiling, although his seemed strained.

"Sansa; how are you?" He asked; his voice was careful.

Sansa decided to be honest. "I'm, alright although…I'm worried about Arya."

Her father sighed but nodded. "We all are; the problem is; we can't wait to try and find her."

"What, father…?" Sansa wondered aloud.

"I am officially resigning as Hand of the King; Septa Mordane, Jeyne Poole, all of us are preparing to leave, once the King gives his consent." He explained.

Sansa froze; feeling as if her worse fears, being taken away from her beloved, were about to come true.

However then her father continued to speak.

"However, Joffrey will only accept, on the condition that you stay here, in King's Landing, he intends to keep the betrothal active." He explained seriously.

Sansa's eyes widened and she grinned. "Oh father, that's wonderful. Of course I'll stay, I did say I had to stay and marry Joffrey."

To her shock however; her father merely nodded; he did not seem happy.

Sansa was startled by this. 'What is wrong with Father, doesn't he see this is the best way, this way, we'll all be happy, once Arya returns, everything will be perfect for us all. Why is he so…disappointed?'

Still she composed herself; there was something else she had to establish however.

"Father, what will happen when Arya returns, I mean…?" She began.

Her father sighed but nodded. "It all depends; if she returns home, we'll be able to help her. If she shows up here; you must try to get her sent to us."

Sansa bit her lip. "Are you sure father, I mean, wouldn't she do better here? Here perhaps she could properly learn to behave properly and get a proper husband and…"

"No Sansa, Arya has a different path from you. No; she must return to Winterfell." He replied quickly.

Sansa sighed but nodded; shocked that her father was still wilfully blinding himself to Arya's transgressions, even in her absence.

'A different path; is that what he means by allowing her sword lessons.' She thought. 'But Arya is a noble lady, like me, she has to marry well, find a good husband and be a proper lady, otherwise how can she hope to get a husband. No man would want a wife who cannot behave, who uses a sword.'

Still she kept those thoughts to herself; hoping still that her father would be able to realize this error and correct it. She also prayed for Arya's safety, hoping that she would truly find a way to return to them.

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

Well, I had a few unfortunate delays in this, hoping to catch up with it this week though, so that's three chapters, counting this one. Here's hoping.