Sansa awoke in a strange bed, the room she was in she did not recognize. The bed was a large four poster bed that had roses carved throughout the wood. The blankets were made of the softest fabric she had ever felt, and were the color of dark amethyst. As she looked around she noticed a large fire burning in the center of the room, several chairs surrounding it. The room had a large balcony that looked over the sea, her room had been placed in one of the highest spots in the castle.

A large vanity had also been provided, the wood also adorned with carved roses. Oils from around the seven kingdoms sat on it, as well as brushes and ribbons for her hair. The room was magnificent, fit for a Queen.

She moved to a large mirror, gasping when she realized she had been dressed in a purple night dress. A small shiver was sent down her body at the thought of who might have changed her while she slept. She still had not grasped everything that had happened, she was now in Dragonstone, yet Stannis had not been the one to greet her. The face she had seen… it was impossible, he was dead.

She shook her head slightly as she paced the room, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to remember everything. She remembered Gregor kidnapping her, bringing her to The Saltpans and aboard the ship. She remembered the entire journey on the ship, she could even remember each meal that had been served to her.

"This cannot be happening…" She continued pacing, her thoughts racing through her head. "It has to be a nightmare of some sort!"

"Not a nightmare my lady…"

Sansa stopped in her footsteps, turning to see Melisandre standing in the doorway of her room. She slowly crossed her arms and looked at the woman. "Why have I been brought here?"

Melisandre laughed slightly, closing the door behind her as she entered the room fully. "Of all things you are wondering, that is the first question you ask?" She walked to Sansa, looking over the young girl. "I am sure there are more important questions you wish to ask my lady." She then turned away, moving to a large oak wardrobe. Opening it to reveal it was full of dresses, "we must see to it that you are dressed properly, today is a big day for you."

Sansa did not move as Melisandre spoke to her, her arms remained crossed. "What does that mean? What is happening today?" She looked around the room a moment before looking back to the woman as she pulled out a dress that was as blue as the clearest summer sky. Golden thread in the material formed flowers around the waistline and up the neckline. The skirt itself was fuller than any dress Sansa had worn before, the golden flowers seemed to circle the hemline of the skirt as well.

"My lady, you have many questions. All of those questions shall be answered." Melisandre laid the dress across the bed then turned her attention to Sansa, "But right now you are to have your breakfast, a warm bath, and then be dressed." She then clapped her hands, causing two younger girls, both identical to one another, to enter the room. "Fiana and Fiona will tend to you, they will bring you to the throne room later." Melisandre then moved to the doors, "oh, and there are guards posted at your door, so do not try anything foolish." She then shut the door behind her, leaving Sansa alone with her new handmaidens.

….

"I am afraid the Queen is inconsolable, she refuses to speak to anyone right now." Tommen sat in the Iron throne speaking to Harys, "she is terrified that something terrible has befallen the Lady Sansa."

"That is understandable your grace, but rest assured, all is being done to rescue the Lady." Harys then stepped up the dais and handed the King a letter. "Word from Winterfell, Lord Snow has also sent reinforcements to assist Lord Clegane. As well, Lord Tyrion has sent half the Lannister army to Duskendale. Whomever has the Lady Sansa will soon see they entered into a war they cannot hope to win."

"Whomever?" Tommen looked up at Harys, "she was taken to Dragonstone, no doubt my uncle Stannis is the one behind her abduction." He then slowly stood from the throne, "it is no secret that my uncle holds no love for me. He may want to use Sansa to get me off the throne." He slowly walked down the dais, sighing a bit. "I would give the world for Lady Sansa, as would Margaery."

Harys turned to follow the King, "if it is indeed your Uncle, he has already lost one battle. He cannot hope to win another. He is a smart man, he knows the Lady is valuable alive, no harm will come to her."

"Can you guarantee that?" Tommen turned and looked at Harys, "can you look me in the eye and promise that no matter what, Sansa will remain unharmed?" He looked at Harys a moment who did not respond. "Exactly, you cannot. That is why we must act, we will not stand by and wait for word on anything."

"Yes your grace." Harys bowed and followed Tommen out of the throne room.

….

Sansa sat in silence as she watched one of her handmaidens brush her hair, the other had been fumbling around in a small chest. She had not paid much attention to know what exactly was in the chest, nor did she really care. Neither of the girls could speak, both had their tongues removed. A thought that terrified Sansa. She wondered if it was intentional to keep them from saying anything to her, to warn her of anything. She hadn't even figured out which one was Fiana and which was Fiona, anytime she tried to speak to them, they seemed to ignore her.

'They have been trained well…'

She sighed to herself as she watched the woman brushing her hair slowly tie it into two separate braids. She then wrapped the braids together at the top of Sansa's head. A style she had not worn in a long time, a style she wore in Kings Landing. She then turned to see the other woman walking over, her hands holding jewelry for Sansa. It wasn't just a chest, it was a chest full of jewelry apparently.

She watched as a necklace was placed around her neck. A golden chain that matched the gold thread in her dress, the stones were blue sapphires. Soon she wore a matching bracelet, finished by a small sapphire hairpin that held her braids in place. She looked at her reflection, remembering what Gregor had said to her on the journey to Dragonstone. He kept speaking of a King, her King. She looked down at herself, the dress was one of the finest she had ever warn, the jewels too showed to be quite valuable. She then looked to the two handmaidens who had stood behind her. "It looks as if I am being prepared for my wedding."

The two women glanced at each other before moving to the chamber door. They did not nod to her to confirm or deny her statement. When the door opened they each looked at her and signaled for her to join them.

With a deep breath, Sansa slowly stood from her chair, she would be brave. She had to know what was going on, why she was here, and if she truly did see Joffrey.

….

"She is being prepared as we speak your grace, Fiana and Fiona shall be bringing her soon." Melisandre stood before the throne, her eyes locked on a large fire the burned.

"She will put up a fight, I have been watching her. She has changed since I last saw her face to face." Joffrey stood from his makeshift throne, "you may have to use your powers to control her."

Melisandre continued to watch the flames, "would you expect her to open her heart to you?" She then slowly turned to look at him, "after all you had done to her in the past?"

Joffrey glared at the red woman a moment before letting out a sigh, "no, I was cruel to her. She had never done anything to me, and yet I tortured her." He then returned to sit in the throne, "but I have changed, because of you, and R'hllor."

Melisandre smiled proudly, looking over the boy a moment before turning back to the flames. "The fire god believes there is more in you than the ignorant boy king you were. You proved that the day you slayed Stannis."

Joffrey let out a laugh, "my uncle was weak, and vain. He let his pride get in the way of his mind. If I learned anything from my uncle Tyrion, it was to keep your mind sharp, as well as your body."

"Indeed…" Melisandre looked at the flames a moment longer before suddenly looking to the large doors of the room. "Your grace, the Lady has arrived."

The doors then opened, Sansa was led in by her two handmaidens, five guards followed behind them as they entered. Melisandre approached and nodded, "that will be all." She looked to the handmaidens then the guards, each of them quickly left. The doors shut so quickly, the sound caused Sansa to jump slightly.

"You look ravishing my lady, a true vision of beauty." Melisandre stood before Sansa, placing a hand on each of her arms so that she could look her over fully. "Indeed what a Queen should look like."

Sansa looked at the red woman, something about her frightened Sansa. "Are you going to tell me why I am here now?"

"You are here…" Joffrey stood from the throne, walking towards the two girls, causing Sansa to suddenly stiffen. "Because I need a Queen, a true Queen." He then took a hold of Sansa's hand, leading her away from Melisandre. "I was a fool to have let you go, a mistake I will not make again." He then raised her hand to his lips and placed a light kiss to it.

Sansa could feel her throat going dry as he spoke, it was impossible. She had watched him die before her own eyes. The sight was a terrifying sight, something she would never forget. "How…" She looked at him, words now seeming to fail her.

"How am I alive?" He grinned, still holding her hand in his own. "The lord of light sent Melisandre to revive me. Her powers are truly amazing, to bring back the dead is quite the feat."

Sansa kept her eyes on Joffrey, everything else around them seemed to fade away. It was then that she had noticed the scars on his neck, the scars caused from when he had clawed at his own flesh when he laid dying in Kings Landing. She had heard of this kind of magic, but did not believe it… until now. "Why me?"

"Because Sansa, you are beautiful. You are strong, much stronger than you let people see. And the realm seems to be slowly falling in love with you." He looked to Melisandre for a moment before looking back at her, "so much that there are three kingdoms ready to declare war in your name."

Sansa shook her head, finally finding the courage to speak more. "I will not give you what you want. I am not the same girl you bullied in Kings Landing."

"Oh I know this, the Lord of Light has allowed me to watch you. You are no girl at all, you are a grown woman. One who is capable of bearing sons, strong sons." His grip on her hand tightened slightly, "the realm will welcome me with open arms if you convince them I am not the same, and they will welcome me, as your husband."

Sansa gasped trying to pull her hand from his, "never! I will never marry you!"

"Such a pity…" Melisandre was suddenly behind Sansa, "it would have been easier on all of us had you just said yes." She then placed her hands on Sansa's shoulders, causing Sansa to cry out. Her cries quickly stopped as she seemed to go into a trance, her eyes now glazed over as Melisandre closed her eyes and began speaking under her breath.

Joffrey watched, still holding Sansa's hand as Melisandre spoke her spell. He watched as Sansa's blue eyes remained wide, as if they were frozen in time. As he looked into them, he could see a lifetime of memories, as if he was being given her memories.

"It is done…" Melisandre then released Sansa, causing the girl to suddenly gasp for air.

"What?" Sansa placed her free hand to her chest, her eyes looking back up to meet Joffrey's. "Of course I will marry you… Your Grace."

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