A/N: Hiya! So yeah, this is going to be a version of what could happen in the book sin the future, though probably wont. All those dead are still dead. (Also found on tumblr) Sorry if I don't 'portray' Dany right, I'm not used to writing about her. Anyway, thank you for all the lovely reviews! Enjoy!

Sansa

She moved down the steps carefully, her skirts trailing behind her. She'd never moved this fast through the castle before, but she'd never had much reason to till today. They were here. By the time she reached the High Hall she was out of breath and could feel the redness in her cheeks, taking a few seconds to compose herself, she let out a shaky breath before plastering a smile on her face, her mind full of the courtesies fit for the new found Queen. Walking into the room, Sansa took her time to take in the men the woman had chosen to bring with her. Her eyes were drawn the to the men of darker skin, to the ones with strange hair, but in the end she looked more closely at the woman herself. Silver-blonde hair was hanging down her back, braided just right to keep it from falling everywhere, her hair matched her fair skin, purple eyes shine bright as they took in Sansa. She has the look of a leader, Sansa though suddenly, and it was true. Daenerys Targaryen was a queen just from how she looked, and there was no doubt in Sansa's mind she would prove herself more so when she spoke.

She wasn't however given chance to even open her mouth before Sansa gasped. Behind all the men, Dragon and Eyrie, and the young Queen, hovering outside the balcony, wings spread to keep it in the air as the creature Sansa had only ever dreamed of seeing. It was grander in scale then anything she'd ever seen before in her life, bigger then any animal, perhaps bigger then any castle. No, that's stupid, it can't be that big. It took several seconds of her to realizes she was staring at the dragon, a slight blush crept up her cheeks as she turned to Daenerys Targaryen, sinking to her knees before her.

"I- Your Grace, I welcome you to the Eyrie on behalf of Lord Robert Arryn and the other noble Lords of the Vale. I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." She said said, using her best lady-like voice, keeping her eyes on the floor like she was taught.

"I thank you for allowing me and my khalasar entry. Your sister, Arya, she sends her regards and says that she shall see you in a week, should the gods permit it. Oh and do please stand." Daenerys said, a smile across of her face and making her look more beautiful then she had done. Sansa rose to her feet slowly, flattening any creases in her dress with her hands.

"It is our honour to receive the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, as it is our honour to help you win them back. I know Arya asked that I listen to what you have to say, but the Lanisters are the reason my family is no longer whole, and Stannis Baratheon has never done anything to help me. I shall still listen if you wish me too, but I am already won to your side, I trust in whatever Arya has agreed too, she would not promise anything without thought." she said the words she'd spent hours rehearsing. Inside she just wanted to shout 'Give me revenge and you can have the whole of the Vale! I do no care. I just wish to return home and see my siblings.' It wasn't much to ask for was it? To go home? That was what this Queen was doing, was it not? Trying to win back her home? So why shouldn't she wish for the same thing.

'There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.' Ned's voice came back to her then, how many times had she heard him say that to Robb or Bran or even Jon Snow? 'Bran is there father, but that is not enough, is it? We must all go home before Winterfell is ours again.'

Daenerys smiles at Sansa, her eyes glowing with something she couldn't understand, was it fondness or just the site of more power? Years had made the oldest Stark weary of people out after power, but something about the way this Queen of Dragons looked didn't make her so worried.

"You trust your sister greatly, even though you have not seen her for near 5 years?" she asked.

"She is my sister, Your Grace, I would trust her with my life even if I hadn't seen her for 50 years." Sansa replied and she knew it was true. Arya was her sister, no matter how much they use to fight or say they hated each other. They were sisters, and as long as the same blood flowed through them, they would do what they could to protect each other.

"She has promised me the power of the North. Every Northern man that can be found and is able to hold a sword or bow, and in return, I promised her the Starks would hold the North, but only if the North and the South could rule as one with two leaders. It is a long shot and at times may not work, I understand this, but the North will only follow a Stark, of that much I am sure and I do not wish to wage was on the North." By now Daenerys was standing only two steps way from Sansa, speaking only to her. She's asking if I agree, if I am willing to abide her laws, Sansa realised.

"The North will fight for you m'lady. We all wish for revenge, for blood for what the Lanisters and Frey's and Bolton's did. It is not light thing to kill a King, I am sure you know, and the North remembers Your Grace, the North always remembers."

Sansa's words seem to strike the Queen, like she suddenly realised just how much the Starks had lost and just how much they were willing to do to see the Lanisters gone. And she was both pleased and saddened by it. A family so broken and separated, but yet still working as one in the same mind.

"If you would like, I can swear allegiance to you and your house. I am still classes as the Lady of Winterfell till my brother Bran is of age and of course married." Sansa said.

"No, no that shall not be nessercery. You have allowed us to enter the Vale, have promised us men and I do not doubt you mean to stick to your word. I thank you Sansa Stark."

"There is nothing to thank. I am sure you have had along and tiering journey, if you would wish to rest I can have people show you to your chambers. Though I um...I am not sure of where we can put your dragon. I don't believe we have a bed chamber big enough, now a window or door to allow him in."Sansa said, a smile in her voice. It suddenly all seemed to surreal. A dragon was just outside, plain for all the see, and there she stood, talking of it as though it was an every day convocation.

"Oh do not worry, Drogo will find a place to sleep till the 'morrow, as will my other dragons. But I would wish to take you up on the offer of resting." Daenerys said laughing.

She will make a good Queen, Sansa thought suddenly as she watched the last Targreyen leave, smiling and talking to the women she had brought up with her, the men around her smiled as well, she noticed. They would all die for her without thought, they love her. She is a true Queen. She doesn't know how long she was stood there for, but when one of the maids comes to ask if you is okay, Sansa is crying silently. I was to be Queen once, she wanted to tell the girl, I was to be loved like her, but my prince was a demon hidden by beauty. Now I am just a Lady lost from home. But she couldn't say that. So instead she simple replied

"I am fine, if you could inform the cook that a grand meal is to prepared for this evening and ask Queen Daenerys if she would be so kind to sup with me and Lord Robert."

I am not lost, merely paused. I shall be home soon.