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Chapter 20 Sansa IV

Sansa

I don't want him to get married to Arianne, Sansa thought to herself. The women that Jon Snow loved sat in her chambers by herself, the day of her loves wedding. Sansa was alone and in her robe, her hair was disheveled, and she simply wore her nightdress under, which was a bit too revealing. Sansa was afraid to open the door that she kept closed, for when she opened it the day would be all too real.

The nightmare that had been playing in her head, for gods know how long, was finally playing out in real life. Sansa could not sleep last night, would not, and in her mind she refused to. The only thing she could see when she closed her eyes were Jon's grey eyes, his long black hair, his short black beard. His eyes were her favorite part of him, she remembered staring into them and running her fingers through his hair, just as she had seen Daenerys do to James.

Sansa laughed at her self, a coy laugh, as she was thinking about how her relationship with Jon had blossomed. He himself said it began the day she kissed him on the cheek in the hall, while they walked to see Rhaella. Sansa remembered that day clearly, as clear as she remembered memories of growing up in Winterfell. Her lips felt like they were on fire as she connected with Jon's cheek, and it ignited something inside her.

A feeling that she had not felt in a long time, a queer feeling that she had felt only a few times before. It was the same butterflies that used to come when Joffrey would be charming, or when Loras Tyrell had placed the red rose on her lap, or when Septa Mordane would tell her stories of valiant knights and their princesses. Jon is my knight. He awoke me, and is the one I dreamt of kissing me on the hill for the whole world to see. And he is mine.

Her body shook at the breeze that licked at her back. Sansa wrapped the robe around her body closer and tied it tightly around her. The breeze from the Blackwater Bay often made her room cold, and she did not bother to make a fire. Her chambers were of adequate sized, and always had been, but today she did not feel warmth for there was none left in her body. Outside she could the barking of dogs, the yelling of men and women alike, along with the sound of the Great Hall below her. The Sand Snakes were setting up the wedding they had been preparing for what seemed like the length of the Long Night.

Sansa refused to have anything to do with it. I hope her dress hits a snag, or something tears, Sansa mused to herself, thoughts of Arianne tripping down the aisle filled her mind, as she stared at the dress she was supposed to wear for the wedding. It was a blue dress with red outlining the bodice, Tully colors. I'm a fish as well as a wolf, Sansa thought, although today I'm going to be more wolf than fish. Her family had begged her to come to the wedding days before the date, but she refused. For once in her life, Sansa was not going to say yes to what her family bid her to do. Not this time.

The early morning hours passed and Sansa could not tell that the time had flown by. She was laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling, her mind blank without anymore thoughts. Sansa had made sure to cry out all her tears the night before, for she could not be seen or heard shedding tears. I must be strong. I'am a Stark and Starks are strong.

A knock came on the door, but she ignored it: not bothering to give an answer. This time the knock came again, but more force was used: Sansa ignored it again. Then a third knock came, however this time it was gentle. Sansa got up from the bed irritated, and sat up at the edge of it.

"Who is it?" Sansa asked, rolling her eyes.

"James," the voice answered, she knew it had to be him. "And Arya is here with me too. We want to just talk to you, Sansa."

"I don't want to see anyone!" She yelled.

"Please, Sansa," Arya begged. "We just want to see how you are doing."

"I don't care!" Sansa seethed. She didn't know if she meant to sound as cruel as she did.

"Please, Sansa!" This time James begged. "We have news that you will want to hear."

Sansa cleared her throat, her hands clutched the bed. "Unless it is news that the marriage has been cancelled, then I care not to hear it!"

She heard mumbling on the other side. "We just want to tell you the news, and see how you are doing; once that is over, we will leave you alone. We promise."

Sansa relented. "Fine. As long as you promise to leave me alone after you tell me the news."

Maybe they can tell me how Jon is doing. Hopefully, he is as miserable as me right now.

The door creaked open slowly, as James poked his head in with a smile. He was dressed in his finest black doublet with grey breeches, and a direwolf embroidered on his chest; the crown was on his head, as was a direwolf brooch on his chest. James walked through the door, and Arya followed. Her little sister was dressed in a modest dark green dress, and her dark brown hair rested on her shoulders. Sansa thought that she should be a lot more extravagant for the wedding, but Arya was Arya and insisted on dressing simply, like mother. Both of them sat beside Sansa on her bed, James on her right and Arya on her left. Silence reigned for a few moments.

"What is this news you have?" Sansa impatiently asked.

James pulled out a crinkled parchment, and placed it in her hands.

"Read it."

Sansa opened up the parchment and began to read, it was from Rickon. His auburn hair and blue eyes appeared before her, and the thought made her smile.

"James. I have great news from Winterfell in these shit times. Myrcella, has given birth to a baby boy with brown hair and green eyes. They have decided to name the child, Jaime. I know that you must be laughing right now, but apparently our Bran was ok with the name. I hope you all are doing well, and I'am too. Give Sansa, Jon, Daenerys, and Arya my love. Punch Gendry in the arm for me. Muss Ned and Robert's hair for me, and give Rhaella a kiss on the cheek. Give Lyanna a big hug. Myrcella says hello to all and wishes you bid the same to Tyrion for her. Also give Jon my congratulations on his marriage. I wish us to all be together soon. Love your brother, Rickon."

Sansa looked to Arya and smiled. "Jaime! I'm so happy for them."

Arya returned it. "Yes. As are we all."

"I feel bad for him," said James. "Because of me, Bran, missed the birth of his first child."

"It is not your fault," Sansa insisted. "It is, Aegon's."

"And that squid bitch," Arya threw in.

"Enough of this talk," James said. "I don't want to speak of the realms problems today."

Arya laughed. "Did I just hear what I think I heard? Does James not want to speak of the realms problems?"

"Quiet, Arry!" He snapped.

Arya hardened at being called that nickname, Sansa knew. She narrowed her eyes at him, and lunged over at him, managing to throw in a couple of punches to his arm before retracting. James braced his arm like a wounded animal, and rubbed his arm with his hand. Sansa of all people knew how hard Arya could hit.

"You hit hard for a lady," James replied.

Sansa gave out a slight chuckle because now he had called her a lady. Arya hated that most of all. She punched him again.

"Well at least you've managed to make Sansa laugh," he jested.

Sansa felt an arm snake around her shoulder, and she knew it was Arya's. She also knew what questions were about to come next.

"How are you feeling?" Arya asked, her voice in a slight whisper.

Although, Sansa did not want to talk about her feelings for Jon right now or even of his wedding, she was glad they cared. Even James had given their union his blessing, which came as a surprise to all. The whole Stark family was ok with it. Well all but mother and Bran, I wonder what they think.

"Not too well. I don't want to go," Sansa answered.

"Would you really do that to Jon?"

"If Gendry were getting married to another woman against his will, would you?"

Arya shook her head before she faced, James.

"Would you do the same if Dany were to marry some other man against her will, would you?"

James shook his head.

"I didn't think so," Sansa said.

"But you are expected to go, Sansa." James reminded.

"It would be out of place if you didn't," Arya told her.

Sansa shrugged. "I don't care if I'am expected or that it'd be, 'out of place.' I won't stand idly by and watch the man I love marry into a loveless marriage."

"Jon would want you to be there," James told her.

I wonder how Jon is doing? I wonder if he is suffering as much as me.

"I don't care," Sansa spat. "I refuse to go."

James sighed. Sansa looked over and watched him scruff his beard, he was prone to do that when he was thinking. He gave a glancing look to Arya and nodded. Sansa figured what they were about to say.

"I shouldn't mention this," he began, looking to Sansa now, "but I think you may deserve to know. I don't want to get your hopes up."

He nodded over to Arya, who cleared her throat. "Jon gave word of annulling his marriage once, Aegon is defeated. He said that he would give anything for you."

Sansa heard herself give a slight giggle of delight, one which she quickly covered with her hand. She had prayed for this, and the Gods seem to be answering her prayers. Surely, there could be a way for Jon to annul the marriage once Aegon Targaryen was defeated. The only reason he was doing so was for Arianne's army.

She looked to Arya. "How did you come by this? Did Jon tell you?"

Arya nodded. "Yes. He spoke of this to me, Gendry, and James. Jon also wants you to be there at the wedding. It is only to lift his spirits."

"Mayhaps I will go," Sansa said, "seeing that he plans on annulling the marriage once this is all over!"

She giggled even louder then she intended, but she didn't care. This was the best news she had received in a while. In times of such misfortune.

"Lower your voice!" James urged. His eyes searched for the room, as if there was some spy in here. "You don't know who could be hearing! The Sand Snakes have their own spies, as does Varys. If he were to know of what you just said…"

"James is right," Arya said. "You don't know who could be hearing, and it is like we said: don't get your hopes up. We don't know what the future could bring."

Sansa nodded, realizing her mistake but she had to know something.

"How is Jon doing?"

James sighed. "I saw him earlier today, and he refuses to see anyone. Not even me or Arianne."

"Is he alone?"

He nodded again. "Yes. The Sand Snakes are running around finalizing the wedding plans, concerning security and the like. Arianne is off getting ready with Tyene."

"I would see him. One last time."

"Sansa," Arya began, "I don't think it is wise. You don't know who could be watching."

"I don't care!" Sansa snapped. "I will see him one last time, before his wedding."

"Fine. But see that you don't linger there too long, Sansa." James said.

Both of them got up and gave her a smile with a hug before slowly closing the door behind them. Sansa got up and wrapped the robe around her ever tightly, brushing her hair once more before leaving the room. She always had to look beautiful in front of Jon, and he loved the color of her hair more then anything. She opened the door and poked her head outside, looking around to make sure nobody was there. A handmaiden passed by her and nodded her head in hello, as Sansa returned it in kind. She gave one last glance around and slipped her way out of the chambers, her feet moving fast. Jon's chambers were usually in the Tower of the Hand, as befitting the Hand of the King, but on his wedding day he stayed inside Maegor's Holdfast.

Sansa walked down the hall with care, making sure that nobody were to see her. She spotted a few kids along the way, scrubbing the floors and attending to the preparations. Varys little birds, she thought as she saw one of their gazes linger upon her. Sansa made sure to tight the belt around her robe even tighter, as she finally was outside Jon's chambers. May the gods grant me this final moment.

Sansa took a deep breath before lightly knocking on the door. She pressed her ear against it to try and hear a voice from the other side.

"Who is it?" Jon asked. Sansa smiled at the sound of his voice, and wanted to call out to him but she had to be quiet. Anyone could be watching.

She looked around the halls once more and found nobody there, so she decided to answer.

"Jon, it is me," she said, in a whisper. "It is me, Sansa."

She pressed her ear against the door again, hoping to hear his footsteps coming towards the door, but she heard nothing. Sansa sighed and closed her eyes, seeing if she should knock again, but Jon answered her before she did.

"Come in," he yelled in a solemn voice.

Sansa put on a serious demeanor, knowing that Jon would not be in such a happy mood. They had spoken a lot more since James and Gendry had talked to him. Jon had met with her every night in the godswood, where they would speak in secret without the fear of being caught. He had just told Arianne that he would go there to pray, considering that he followed the Old Gods, she did not raise any concern. It was there that they spent their final moments together as the wedding drew closer, it was there that they could be themselves and in love, kiss without nobody seeing them.

Sansa slowly opened the door and stepped in to find him sitting there at the edge of his bed, staring out the window. He looks so handsome, Sansa thought as she saw what he was wearing. Jon was clad head to toe in Targaryen black, and reminded her of the Night's Watchmen he used to be. His long-tangled black hair was actually combed out, and his face was freshly shaven. She just wanted to run her hair through it and re-tangle it, just how she liked. No doubt, Arianne put him up to that. However, his eyes betrayed his true mood: one of sadness. Like her father, Jon's emotions were always conveyed through his eyes.

He turned his head around to face her and he gave her a faint smile. A smile that was born out of sadness and pain. Sansa returned the smile in kind and walked over to him, taking her rightful place at his side. She flatted out her robe before sitting down, and began to stare out the window with him. The sun was beginning to set and soon the wedding would be upon them; Sansa, knew that once the sun went down: Jon would belong to another. The thought churned her stomach, but she turned her attention to the man next to her. Sansa stared at him with such intensity as she took in the sight of Jon Snow. His slender face, black hair, grey eyes, it was everything she loved in him. Sansa smiled as Jon caught her gaze and smiled back, taking her hand in his as he was prone to; he began to stare out the window.

"What are you staring at, Jon?" Sansa asked.

He kept his gaze forward. "I'm not staring. I'm thinking."

"Thinking? About what?"

"You," he answered, turning to her with a smile. "As I've only been doing these past few days. It plagues my thoughts and dreams."

Sansa smiled back at him and turned forward with him. She needed to do some thinking of her own.

"And why do you think?"

"Because of your father," he answered. Both of their gazes kept forward towards the setting sun with their hands intertwined.

"Because of Ned?"

He nodded. "All the Stark men do this, don't you see? Bran, Rickon, James, Robb, Father, even me."

"I've never really noticed. I guess we didn't spend that much time together in Winterfell."

"No we didn't," Jon said. "All the men practiced with sword, while the women kept to their needles. We lost a lot of time growing up."

Sansa nodded in agreement and kept staring forward. This thinking she was doing was something foreign to her. She didn't know what to think about or even how to do it. How does one just, "think."

"Jon."

"Yes, my love?"

"How does one, 'think?"

He laughed and pressed his head against hers, as he took his free hand and pointed at the sun. "Stare at the sun and let your thoughts just run."

Sansa smiled at the notion of letting her thoughts run. Her thoughts ran over the idea of Jon running away from the High Septon, and running towards her for a kiss during the ceremony; of Arianne tripping on her dress as she walked down the aisle. Those thoughts were struck from her as she saw the sun begin to creep down over the hills and far way. She clutched Jon's hand even tighter.

"I don't want this moment to end," she heard herself whisper out loud. "For when that sun finally sets, this will be all too real."

Jon turned to her and pressed his forehead to hers."I don't want to marry her, Sansa," he whispered back. "I don't want to marry, Arianne."

"I don't want you to marry her either, but you must. We need the Dornish."

"Why is it that you, nor I can ever be happy? Why do the gods hate us so?"

"I'm not sure, Jon, but we will be together one day. James and Arya told me of your plan."

He laughed, as he pulled back and looked at her. "I swear to it."

"You do?"

"Of course," he replied. The happiness in his voice made him sound like a child. "I'll make you a promise."

"A promise?" Sansa asked, sounding like a giddy girl. It brought her back to when she was a little girl.

Jon laughed. "Yes, a promise. I need some sort of cloth; I want to make you a promise as if we were getting married in front of a Heart Tree."

"Is this our wedding?"

Jon smiled. "Consider it our, pre-wedding. We will have our real one someday, you will see."

"And how do we do this?"

"I need some piece of cloth to intertwine our hands with. Do you have anything?"

Both of them looked around for a piece of cloth, but couldn't find anything. Jon got up from the bed and searched high and low in his room, yet he came back empty handed. It was then that Sansa felt the belt of her robe, and slid it out of her loops. Her robe fell open and her night shift was exposed, Sansa knew that the shift was thin, and Jon would see her naked body underneath.

"We can use this!" Sansa exclaimed, waving the belt in the air.

Jon ran his hands through his hair and laughed. "Is that the belt to your robe?"

Sansa nodded. "It is better than nothing!"

Jon smiled, the smile she loved, and sat back down next to her. He placed his hands in hers, and stared at them as he spoke.

"Damn!" he yelled, "I don't even have a cloak to throw on your shoulders."

"It is ok, the belt will suffice." Sansa insisted.

Jon scoffed. "It is just some belt. We need something more formal."

Sansa lifted his face so he could stare at her. "I would marry you if we were standing on a volcano, or on the moon. It does not matter if you threw a Targaryen, Stark, or Lannister cloak on me. All that matters is you and I. And you are mine, Jon. Mine."

"And I feel the same for I'd marry you on a hilltop for the whole world to see" he said, "but I want to drape something on you. How about your robe?"

Sansa nodded as she removed the robe and draped it across his lap. Jon could now see the all too revealing nightshift. If he was embarrassed to see her, practically naked underneath, he didn't show it. His gaze just kept up at her face, but she noticed it had lingered down below for a second. Jon never hid his blush well.

"Up here, Jon." Sansa jested.

Jon gave a small laugh and took her hands in his again, staring at her blue eyes. "Don't we need some sort of witness?"

Sansa shrugged. "Let whatever Gods are watching be our witnesses. Let father be our witness, or Robb. They would consent to this, as does our whole family. Robb married for love, as did James and Arya. They want us to be happy, Jon."

Jon nodded and wrapped the "twine" around their hands. Sansa pushed a strand of his hair away from his face with her free hand, and gave a him a look of affection. She never thought in one-thousand years that she would fall in love with Jon.

"I want to make a promise to you, Sansa Stark. Let any God that is listening bear witness to my words: I am yours, as you are mine. I will love you forever and always, Sansa. In this life or the next, we will always be together."

Sansa felt moisture pool at her eyes, as she laughed and quickly wiped them away. "And I want to make a promise to you, Jon Snow or Targaryen, or Stark. It does not matter. Let any God that is listening bear witness to my words: I am yours, as you are mine. I will love you forever and always, Jon. In this life or the next, we will always be together."

Removing the robe from their lap, Jon placed it around her shoulders as if it had a three-headed dragon embroidered on the back. Sansa tugged tightly around her neck and shoulders, as they stared at each other without words.

"Well, are you going to kiss me?" She asked.

"It was about time you asked," he jested.

Jon took her face with his hands, and took her in for a deep-long kiss. Sealing their promise and eternity for any God that was bearing witness. Sansa let her hands run through his hair, as the kiss continued. Jon slightly parted his mouth and took the opportunity to dart her tongue in. His mouth tastes sweeter than usual, she thought as she broke the kiss off. Both of them stared at each other and laughed.

"Now we are man and wife," Jon said.

"Forever and always," Sansa replied.

"Forever and always," he repeated.

Jon and Sansa looked out the window again, and noticed that the sun was all but down.

"It is time," Jon said reluctantly as he got up from the bed. "Tyene will be here at any moment to see me off to the Great Hall. I don't want her to see you, Sansa. You must go."

"I will be there, Jon. I'll be there for you."

"Good," Jon said.

Sansa nodded and stood up from the bed, as she snugged on the robe and tightly wrapped it around her. She made for the door and kissed him one last time before walking back to the room. As she had done before, Sansa, looked around for anybody lurking around. The halls were empty and she figured that everyone was taking their place down at the Sept of Baelor. She knew that James, Dany, and Arya were going to come to her room to see her to the wedding.

She finally arrived at her room and through off the robe, as she placed on the dress herself and brushed out her hair again. Sansa braided it down the back, and let it fall down as she stood there in her Tully colored dress. She then moved over to the bed and waited for their arrival. The whole time she thought of the promise her and Jon had made to each other, and took comfort in knowing they'd be together, always.

The knock on the door finally came, as night had almost taken the day. Sansa, walked over to the door and opened it. James was standing there with Gendry, Arya and his wife, who was wearing a dress of violet with Myrish lace with her golden crown. Gendry was holding Robert and dressed in black with a golden stag prancing on his doublet. James was holding little Ned, as the boy reached over for her with his hands. Sansa took him out of her hands and held him, as she bid the rest hello. Rhaella was in her mothers arms, and Lyanna in Arya's.

They walked down to the Sept, in silence, knowing that she would not want to say a word. The moment was finally becoming all too real to her, and she could stand it. She had promised herself that she wouldn't cry, but with each step it became harder and harder not to. I must be strong. I'am a Stark and Stark's are strong.

This must be a dream, Sansa thought, some horrible nightmare that I can't shake off, but I must be strong. Sansa was standing there in the Sept of Baelor with her family, as she watched Jon being married. She was carrying her nephew, hoping the boy would offer some sort of distraction, but he kept busy watching and playing with her hair. James had personally lead Arianne down the hall, and Sansa had to watch. Arianne was now standing next to Jon between the statues of the Mother and the Father, as she watched the High Septon perform the ceremony. Arianne, was dressed in a dress of ivory silk, with her skirts decorated in different patterns. Her black hair ran down in ringlets and her arm was still ordained with that jeweled snake. What an ugly snake.

Jon was still clad in the same Targaryen doublet he was in earlier, and was putting on a fake smile for everyone. Please let this be over with. Sansa shifted Eddard in her arms, and pretended to watch the rest. Arya clutched her free hand throughout the whole ceremony, and was there for her. Sansa was lucky to have support at this moment, for if not she might have cried. Finally, the most dreaded part of the whole ceremony began as both recited the seven vows, seven blessing, and the seven promises. Each step furthering them both to becoming husband and wife. I can't watch.

James stepped forward and removed Arianne's cloak, while Jon stepped forward and accepted the folded brides cloak from him. Jon then stepped forward and placed a black Targaryen cloak with the three-headed dragon upon her shoulders.

"With this kiss I pledge my love!" She heard Jon resonate through out the Sept of Baelor. The same sept James had married Daenerys, and where so many countless kings and queens had wed. The same sept that saw the execution of he father. Sansa held back tears by biting her bottom lip, and held them back with all her might. I'am a Stark, she kept repeating in her mind and with each repetition it became her armor. I'm a Stark and Starks are strong. As if being held against her own will she watched, as Jon meekly stepped forward and drew her in for a long kiss. He must be in so much pain.

The worst part finally came, as the High Septon stepped forward and solemnly declared that Jon of House Targaryen and Arianne of House Martell become one flesh, one heart, and one soul. Sansa laughed to herself, a slight low giggle, as she realized that none of this meant anything to Jon, that he was already a man wed. I'am his one flesh, one heart, and one soul.

The Sept began to resonate with the sound of clapping, as Sansa kept her gaze on the new couple. She watched Jon's nervous eyes dart around the room. He is looking for me, she thought, Jon is looking for me. Sansa stared at him when finally he met her gaze and smiled. Arianne, thought he was happy so she kissed him again. This invoked another laugh from Sansa.

The ceremony was over and the Kingsguard led the procession back to the Great Hall. Sansa was walking in the front of the column with Arya and Gendry, as she stood behind Dany and James with Arianne and Jon in front of them. Sansa just held her nephew tight, as if he was her anchor, and made the arduous walk back under the night sky. The stars shone above and made her think about her meetings in the godswood with Jon. It was there that they would talk about Winterfell, and their lives before James had became king. Jon told her everything about the Night's Watch, and his adventures beyond the wall. From meeting Sam for the first time, to his first love, a wildling woman name Ygritte, to his assassination attempt and Howland Reed. Jon spilled everything to her and held nothing back.

Finally they arrived at the Great Hall, and the Stark family took their seats at their table which was next to the royal table in front of the Iron Throne. Jon and Arianne sat in the middle of the table with the Sand Snakes next to them. James and Dany sat the table next to the Starks with Tyrion and the small council, feeling that they shouldn't eclipse Jon and Arianne. The courses were brought out and Sansa sat there eating with her family.

The Great Hall is the throne room of the king. The Iron Throne sits on a raised iron dais with high and narrow steps. A long carpet stretches from the throne to the Hall's great oak-and-bronze doors. The Hall itself is cavernous, and can sit 1,000 people. It is oriented north to south, with high, narrow windows on the eastern and western walls. The usual Stark and Targaryen tapestries were taken down to be ordained with Martell ones, and the skulls were removed too.

She made smalltalk with Arya and Gendry the whole time, with Ned perched on her lap. There were to be twenty courses, half of them Westerosi cuisine and the other half Dornish. The first courses were of course soups and salads with bread, while the second half built up to a pink lamb, which did not taste to great but it was ok. The second half were Dornish cuisine which included an array of chicken and meats in spices, which sometimes were too spicy. The Dornish food was a bit too spicy for her taste, but coupled with the wine it tasted a bit better. That is when the music began.

The musicians took their places along the dais of the Iron Throne and around the Martell men-at-arms that stood guard, and began playing songs. The first one Iron Lances, a rousing song. Sansa continued to eat and hear the music around her, she had completely forgot by now that Jon had wed today. However, she needed something to take her mind off things. She looked around for James at the other table, and noticed he had taken to the dancing with his wife, and the other couples.

Now the song playing was some slow tempo that Sansa did not know. Jon and Arianne were dancing together, with all the Sand Snakes around her and an assortment of other men of court. Sansa turned back to the royal table, and saw Tyrion sitting there with Varys. The eunuch was in his extravagant robes and lavender oil. I don't trust him.

She suddenly saw some servant boy walk up to Varys with a cup of wine and give it to him. For some reason the knot tied in Sansa's stomach, but it was quelled when he took a sip and nothing happen. This time she did notice that the boy had slipped him some sort of note, and the eunuch opened it, discreetly reading.

Sansa noticed the demeanor in his face change, a look that went from joy to worry. He glanced around the rambunctious Great Hall, and bid Tyrion farewell, as Sansa began to grow nervous. What is the eunuch up to now? Sansa got up from her chair and walked over to Tyrion, who was dressed in a crimson doublet with the Lannister Lion on it.

"Hello there, Lady Stark," he said, drinking wine. Tyrion looked miserable as he sat slouched in his chair.

"Hello, Tyrion," Sansa replied. "How fare you this evening?"

He laughed. "Why don't you see? I'm having the time of my life."

Sansa smiled at his sarcasm. "That is great to hear, Lord Tyrion, but I need to ask you a question."

He raised a brow in curiosity. "Of course. What about?"

She gave a glance to Varys, who was now whispering something in Jon's ear.

"Did you notice that servant boy slip Varys a note?"

Tyrion cocked his head sideways. "What note?"

"I'm not sure," she replied, "it was a some note. He then became increasingly nervous and rushed over to Jon."

Sansa looked back at Varys and saw him finishing whispering to Jon. The look on her loves face was not of joy, sadness, or sternness, but he was angry and nervous. What is happening?

Sansa noticed Tyrion looking over to Varys too. "I can tell that something isn't right. Where is the king?"

"James? I don't know."

She looked around once more and saw James back at his table with Dany, both were talking to each other.

"Over there at their table." She motioned over to him with the point of her finger and Tyrion nodded as he waddle over to him.

"What is wrong?" she yelled over the sound of the music.

"I'm about to find out," he yelled back.

Sansa looked around for Jon and Varys again, as she spotted Jon whispering something to Arianne before walking over to James' table. Then she searched for the eunuch and found him idly standing as he waited for Jon. Sansa decided that she had to find out what was happening. She looked around for her family and saw Arya still dancing with Gendry, as she knew the kids had been taken to bed. I must find out what is happening.

Sansa power strode over to Jon, the hems of her dress flapping behind her as she did, and eventually reached him while he was walking over to James, Varys behind him. Both gave her looks of worry and tried to move past her, but she blocked Jon with the palm of her hand on his chest. She looked him in the eyes, and his grey ones did not betray: something was wrong.

Varys was growing increasingly nervous with each passing second they were not moving, so he bid him to walk forward with the nod of his head, and turned his attention back to Sansa.

"You must let me through!" He urged, his voice in a whisper but it was very blunt.

"What is wrong?" Sansa asked.

He looked around the Great Hall, and turned around. It was there that Sansa saw Arianne out of the corner of his shoulder, she knew it was about her. Arianne was still talking to more of her Sand Snakes, and some Martell men. Jon then leaned in to whisper into her ear.

"The Dornish seek to betray us," was all he said. The words hit her like a sword to her stomach.

He reclined from her and Sansa felt her eyes grow wide.

"What?"

He nodded.

"How? What do you mean?"

He leaned in again. "Varys got word from one of his little birds that the Dornish mean to assassinate us at this wedding, like the Freys did to Robb. Once the bedding was to come around they were going to kill all of you, and take me as a captive."

Sansa felt her breath hitch in her throat as she heard those words. It was now that she wanted to ring Arianne's neck.

"Does Arianne know of this?"

He nodded again.

"She is the one who was going to perpetrate it. That explains her bizarre behavior this past month."

"But how was she going to pull this off?"

Jon looked back at her again, and noticed she smiled at him, as he gave a smile back and nodded at her. He turned his attention back to Sansa.

"Tell me what you notice around here."

She looked around and saw feasting, drinking, musician, and Martell men with some Targaryen ones. Why are there so many Martells?

"I see Martell men."

He nodded. "That is exactly what you see, and the musicians around us I have never seen before, Sansa. None of them were at James' wedding. The note says they have been paid off by the Sand Snakes to shoot the Targaryen men here with crossbows under their cloaks."

"But why would Arianne do such a thing? For Aegon?"

"I'm not sure, Sansa, but we have to stop this. It is why I must tell James before it is too late. Hopefully, Varys has already told him."

"And what will James do?"

"I'm not sure, but he will act. I know he will, but I must get to him now."

Sansa nodded as Jon and her made their way towards James. She noticed that Varys was already there, whispering into his ear. James was reclined on his chair with a hand to his chin, as he was listening to Varys. Daenerys was next to him and had her head inclined to listen, as Tyrion was next to Varys. His face was that of worry and Sansa knew that Tyrion was already privy to the Dornish betrayal. Gendry was there too, and was standing behind James, with Arya hugging his waist tightly. They know too. Sansa knew that the night was still young, and the bedding wouldn't be for some time. The time to act is now.

Finally, both of them arrived at the table as Varys finished whispering. The eunuch reclined from James' ear and stared at him, as James looked up at him in clear anger.

"Are you sure?" was all her brother asked. "Are you absolutely sure? You must be absolutely sure, Varys."

"Positive, Your Grace," Varys replied, sternly. "The Dornish seek to betray us."

"We must act!" Tyrion yelled.

James urged him to calm down. "And we will, Tyrion. Gendry-"

Gendry stepped forward and slumped down, so James could whisper in his ear. Sansa could not make out the words, but noticed that Gendry's mood was changing, he became nervous. He reclined from James' whispers.

"And do it now." James urged.

Gendry nodded and kissed Arya before storming out of the Red Keep. The Stark family and Tyrion took their seats around James and Dany. James took a sip of his water and passed the wine around for the rest.

"What is the plan?" Jon asked. He wasted no time getting down to it.

James did not answer.

"Quick," he urged, "before Arianne grows curious. I must go back to her."

James leaned in to all of them, and Sansa found herself doing the same.

"I've ordered Gendry to bring in the Gold Cloaks into the Great Hall. From there they will kill the Martell men-at-arms in this Great Hall with the Targaryen men, and are going to arrest Arianne and her fucking snakes. I've also bid him to tell the Stark and Baratheon men we have here to go now, and kill the rest of the Martell men in the city. They should over power them easily."

"That is the best plan of action," Jon said. Tyrion and the rest nodded in agreement.

"Jon, go back to Arianne. Now!" James urged.

Jon nodded and got up from his seat. Sansa turned around and watched as he ran over to Arianne, and kissed her as a form of distraction. Sansa laughed at that.

"Those fucking treachous cunts!" Tyrion yelled under his breath. "First the Tyrells and now the Martells. They meaned to kill us like they did your brother. Is there no end in sight?"

"No," James replied. "Not until that blasted chair is melted down and made to scrap."

All of them looked back at the Iron Throne in all its glory. Sansa could hear Maester Luwin's voice in her head, as she remembered her lessons with him everyday as a child. Aegon the Conquerer had the Iron Throne made out of the swords of his conquered enemies, the Maester had said, he used dragon fire to make it. From his own dragon, Balerion the Black Dread.

"Do the Martells do this for Aegon?" Daenerys asked, "Have they been in league with him the whole time?"

"I don't know, my love," James replied, "but I know it is for that thing. Either for Aegon or themselves, I don't know."

"I agree with, James." Arya said.

Tyrion nodded in agreement with her, as did Sansa. It seemed that vassal they called a throne had caused enough strife in Westeros; enough corruption, death, murder, and all of the like. That is when the Queen Took Off Her Sandal, the King Took Off His Crown began to play. The bedding!

Finally, they heard the grand doors of the Throne Room open, as Sansa watched Gendry walk through with an army of Gold Cloaks behind him. It was then that she heard the cries of men outside, and the clash of swords. The doors closed and the fighting was drowned out.

The music stopped as the Gold Cloaks formed a tight circle around the guests of the wedding, and Gendry walked over to the Stark family. Suddenly she saw James grab his chalice and bang it with a fork, as the whole Great Hall silenced. Sansa looked over and saw Jon clutching Arianne in his arms, as he let go of her and walked over to Sansa. Arianne stood there in shock, while her Sand Snakes enveloped her like flies onto food.

"I don't believe there is going to be a bedding tonight!" Sansa heard her brother bellow. His voice carried across the Great Hall.

"What is the meaning of this?" Arianne yelled back. "What are you doing?"

Nothing happened as Sansa looked around the Great Hall. By now the Gold Cloaks had surrounded them, and the Martell men were facing them with their hands on their sword hilts. The Targaryen men-at-arms were doing the same, but they were facing the Martells too. She looked over at the Kingsguard standing at the dais and saw them doing the same.

James was about to answer when the doors to the Throne Room opened again, and she saw the men with the grey cloaks of House Stark walk through with drawn-bloodied swords. They walked through all of them with the Baratheon men and stood with the Gold Cloaks.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Sansa heard James ask. "Arrest them!"

Sansa turned around and saw him pointing at Arianne and her Sand Snakes as all of them had a look of worry. Daenerys was clutching to her husband, a hand around his waist, as Arya was doing the same to Gendry. Sansa felt her arm slide around Jon's waist, and pull him tight as he looked down at her and smiled.

"Forever and always," he whispered to her.

AHHHHHHH! Sansa heard, as she looked around at the chaos around her. The Gold Cloaks had begun to plunge their spears into the Martell men, as the Starks, Baratheons, and Targaryens took care of the rest. She saw some muscians begin to fumble for their cloaks, but the Kingsguard swarmed upon them like bees to honey and slaughtered them. By now the Great Hall was filled with screams and chaos, as the royals were confused as to what was happening.

"Do not panic!" James yelled. "For none of you will be harmed!"

The rest of the royals there stopped in their tracks, and stared at James as the last cries of the Martell men could be heard.

The Kingsguard stepped forward, bloodied swords drawn, and rounded up the Dornish women. Arianne was fuming red as she was clenched by her forearm by a Kingsguard, some of the Sand Snakes tried to fight back but the Stark men had been there to offer assistance, and rounded them up too.

James banged on the chalice again.

"It seems you have failed in your attempt to kill me and my family!" He yelled to Arianne.

The Dornish women were fuming with anger and stared at them with narrow eyes.

"You will die for this!" Nymeria barked.

James scoffed. "I want them sent to the dungeons!"

The Kingsguard nodded and began to round them walk, as they walked past the Stark family. The royals watched on as the men-at-arms were escorting them. Sansa watched as Arianne walked by her and gave her a cold stare. Was that for me or Jon?

"Take them there to await my justice!"