Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 23 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

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

Sansa

Sansa smiled lightly to herself; it was a beautiful day in King's Landing and she was outside, along with many gathered nobles, all seated to watch the tourney that was being held. It was a special occasion after all and it seemed only fitting that a tourney be held.

'It is Joffrey's nameday, he deserves only the best.' She thought happily to herself. 'Oh this is sure to be an even grander occasion than the last tourney.'

Sansa had to admit, she had been slightly worried over the past several days; ever since her father left. She had heard terrible rumours about attacks in the Riverlands, rumours that the Lannisters had been attacking them.

She bit her lip. 'Such slanders, I don't see why everybody blames them for everything. Still what matters is that it is over.'

She still wasn't sure what to make of the rumours, they couldn't possibly be true. But she had heard that all the fighting in the Riverlands had stopped and, more importantly, it was confirmed that her father had met Robb and mother and they were almost home.

Sansa's smile widened. 'It's still such a shame father had to leave, with everything being so perfect here, he could have stayed. But, I suppose it's for the best, that explosion might have caused trouble back home that he needs to deal with.'

She shook her head and decided to make her way to the tourney grounds, she was already starting to forget her troubles.

True she was still concerned about Arya, apparently trapped in a foreign land, likely lost. But again, she remaindered herself of her sister's resourcefulness; if anyone could get themselves out of trouble, it was Arya.

'Gods knows she's done it enough times with her improper behaviour.' She ruefully noted. 'Still, we can always hope she'll change, for the better. Although it might be difficult, who knows what it's like over there, what sort of nonsense she might end up believing.'

It was then she saw Myrcella and Tommen approaching and she smiled widely to them.

"Princess Myrcella, Prince Tommen, hello." She greeted them warmly.

Both smiled in reply and Myrcella returned her greeting. "Hello Sansa; how are you?"

She grinned and replied. "Excited, I can hardly wait for this, it will be a grand occasion."

Both nodded and Sansa was relieved to note that Myrcella didn't seem to be bringing up their earlier argument.

Indeed she hoped it was resolved now. 'Surely now away from Arya's influence, Myrcella can see how she was lying, she should know her brother better than that.'

Still, she kept her thoughts to herself, not wanting to cause more arguments right now. She didn't want to spoil her beloved's nameday after all. So she accompanied Myrcella and Tommen as they made their way to the tourney grounds.

She looked around in amazement when she arrived; it was similar to the last time, the banners, the crowd, the stands, the prancing steeds, the valiant knights in their armour, shining in the sun.

'But it seems grander, more special…bigger too.' She noted in delight.

It was true, everything seemed to have gone to a bigger scale, they were even more competitors than last time, many of them newly made knights out to make a name for themselves. Myrcella and Tommen took their usual seats and Sansa was thrilled when Joffrey gestured to the empty seat beside him.

"Come, sit with me Sansa." He remarked. "It's only fitting my betrothed should be by my side, as she will be once we are married."

Sansa smiled, a fluttering feeling in her belly as she gladly took her seat. She could hardly believe it, that she was really here, with Joffrey, sitting right next to him on the special tourney being held to celebrate his nameday.

"Thank you Your Grace." She said breathlessly.

She looked around in amazement as Joffrey grinned. "But of course; what kind of man doesn't treat his betrothed properly."

Sansa nodded. 'It's just like I thought, I knew Arya was lying, now surely Myrcella does too.'

"This promises to be an excellent occasion Your Grace." She remarked softly.

"I certainly hope so." Joffrey remarked. "Many of these people are just unknowns, but who knows, maybe there's some talent hiding amongst them. Gods knows, I could use the distraction anyway; get away from those constant complaints about those heathen oxmen."

Sansa bit her lip at that; knowing he was referring to the Qunari; she was still shocked they were walking around King's Landing freely, that they hadn't been dealt with yet.

However the matter was put from her mind when the tourney began; she watched in amazement as the brave knights clashed, many of the unknowns showing remarkable skill.

'This is magnificent; such grace, such skill…' She found herself thinking wondrously.

She continued to watch, even as the melee began, many warriors showed great skill, many that lost put up a valiant fight. Yet strangely, she noticed something.

She bit her lip. 'What's wrong with Joffrey, he seems restless.'

It was true, Joffrey kept shifting in his seat; frowning and shaking his head. It was then the next bout was announced; but one of the competitors, Ser Dontos the Red, was nowhere to be found.

"What is this…?" Joffrey growled, sounding impatient.

Just then, Ser Dontos arrived, clearly drunk and not even wearing his armour properly.

Joffrey glowered at him. "Ser Dontos; you've been drinking, celebrating prematurely it seems?"

Ser Dontos shook his head. "I just had one cup, Your Grace."

"Oh really." Joffrey remarked, before gesturing to an open wine barrel nearby. "Perhaps you should have another, don't you think?"

"Your Grace…"

Joffrey smirked. "I insist, we are celebrating my nameday after all."

Sansa watched, a strange feeling of dread overcoming her, sure enough, on Joffrey's direction, when Ser Dontos neared the barrel, two Gold Cloaks promptly seized him and stuffed him inside, closing and nailing the lid down, leaving the man to drown. Sansa gasped; shocked and horrified by this sudden display as Joffrey stood.

"As for the rest of you, we're done, this is boring, a disgrace, leave now."

With that he stalked away and Sansa was left to realize; to her horror, that Myrcella and Arya had been right all along.

Back in her room, Sansa fretted as the full gravity of her situation hit her.

'Gods no, this can't be, what happened to my valiant Prince, this isn't him, this is a monster.' She thought in dismay. 'Gods Arya, you were right; oh…I'm so afraid now, I…I'm not truly here to become Queen someday, I'm here to be a prisoner.'

She stopped by the window and looked out over the city, dismay settling within her.

She bit her lip. 'Oh Arya please, don't come here, you'll be in danger…Go home, if you find a way to leave wherever you are, go straight home. Oh, what if Joffrey turns on me next.'

But she knew there was nothing she could do, she was trapped.

End of chapter, read and review please.

Sansa has now seen Joffrey's true colours, things are now looking bleak for her. This is the last Sansa chapter of this story, next up, we will see Cersei's final chapter.