Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 17 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 smiled lightly as she watched her father and his retinue leaving; she had to admit, she was going to miss them.

'It's a shame father felt they had to leave; I don't understand it, everything was going so well here.' She thought to herself. 'There was no need for father to resign and leave, especially since Arya's still missing.'

She was still worried about her missing sister; everything was just confusing regarding her family at the moment.

She sighed. 'I just don't understand it; the explosion changed everything; but surely it wasn't all that serious that father had to leave…Even if he was talking about leaving before there was no reason for it. Now Arya is missing, but I know Arya, she'll come back. Hopefully she'll return here and I can see her again. Father wants her to go home, hopes she'll return home, but…'

Sansa was worried, not for Arya's safety for she was certain, due to those awful sword lessons that she shouldn't have even been doing, she could look after herself. It was her lack of proper ladylike lessons, her manners, she still needed to learn that, after all if she was in one of those other lands, she was unconsciously representing their family there and could easily ruin them with her attitude.

Sansa felt that if Arya returned and ended up back home, she'd continue on her improper path. Far better, she felt, that Arya return here so that she could see her again and ensure that she learned her mistakes and corrected them.

'The sooner Arya accepts the truth that she is a noble lady and has to act properly, the better.' She thought.

Still; that was all for another time, after all, Arya still had to return first. Sansa wondered just how Arya was coping; she was after all more than likely, in one of these new lands, she had already heard about people from those lands, Elves and Dwarves for instance.

Just from these people alone, Sansa could only find these new lands strange and frightening. Shaking her head she turned and entered the Red Keep again. One good thing had come from all this however; despite everything, despite her father's unnecessary fears, she was still allowed to stay at King's Landing. She was still going to marry Joffrey.

She smiled widely at that. 'I was so afraid; I thought Father was going to make me leave, to come home with him, but he thankfully made the wise choice.'

Still smiling, she continued to wonder what would happen next.

It was a few days later; Sansa was seated within the gardens of the Red Keep; enjoying the bright sun and warmth of the day. She wasn't alone either, Joffrey's sister, Myrcella was seated with her. Sansa always found Myrcella delightful company, they had many similar interests; such as their needlework and love of lemon cakes.

Since Jeyne Poole had sadly left with the rest of her family's household, Sansa was happy for Myrcella's company, she recalled the few times that the three of them had spent together gossiping and enjoying themselves.

'It won't be the same without Jeyne…But I suppose all I can do is make the most of it.' She thought to herself.

It was at times like these that Sansa found herself wishing, more than ever, that Arya could just behave properly; all those times Sansa spent with Jeyne Poole, including Myrcella when they reached King's Landing.

Arya should have been with them; but no, she was always running off, getting into trouble. However, it was then Sansa noticed something; Myrcella wasn't her usual self; she seemed worried, concerned about something.

"Myrcella, what's wrong?" She asked. "You seem worried about something; has something happened?"

Myrcella started at that but then sighed. "I'm just worried Sansa; about the people from these new worlds."

Sansa sighed. "I know, they're all…"

"No, not all of them; the Elves and Dwarves aren't that bad; just wary and confused, it's…it's the Qunari." Myrcella replied quickly.

Silence followed that as Sansa took this in.

She considered what Myrcella had just said; the people she mentioned; the Qunari. She had only seen them from a distance, once when she was walking on the battlements of the Red Keep. They were giants, towering over practically everyone in King's Landing; they were grey-skinned, many had strange tattoos that covered large parts of their bodies, they wore various armour pieces and none of them seemed to own a tunic.

They were all muscular and had large horns. They were all armed and all seemed to be angry at something and rarely communicated with any except their own people, in a strange unknown language. They had taken up residence in the docks, which was caused some of the traders and various people arriving by ship to become nervous.

"They are quite scary." Sansa replied, nodding slowly. "But don't worry Myrcella; they won't be a threat. Joffrey can deal with them, I know it."

Contrary to what she expected, instead of realizing this and being relieved; Myrcella looked even more worried.

Myrcella shook her head. "Sansa; you shouldn't rely on Joffrey so much. He isn't quite what he seems…"

Sansa was startled by this and jumped to her feet. "What, Myrcella; what is wrong with you? How could you say that?!"

"Sansa; Joffrey isn't…" Myrcella began.

But Sansa was too shocked by this and shook her head; not listening.

Sansa could scarcely believe this; unable to accept what she was hearing.

"I am disappointed in you Myrcella. That you of all people would say such a thing about your own brother." She stated sadly. "You shouldn't listen to Arya's lies; what does she know about Joffrey; what does she know about anything, the way she behaves."

Myrcella shook her head. "Sansa; your sister…"

Sansa continued however, cutting her off. "…Is a liar; honestly, I cannot understand how you could be deceived by her. You're Joffrey's sister; you should know him better than that, know Arya's lying."

With that Sansa turned and left; feeling shocked that Myrcella of all people, would try to stand against her; would listen to Arya of all people. She couldn't fathom it; why was it only she could see the truth about Joffrey.

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