Sansa remained silent as they stepped through the large doors of the throne room. The last time she was in this room while Joffrey was alive, she was in fear, fearing for her life. Fearing what he would do to her next. Now here she was, walking side by side with him, as his bride.

A small crowd had gathered in the room, no doubt to see if the rumors were true. She could feel all their eyes on them as they stepped closer to the throne. Wondering what they said as she heard their whispers. 'You should have listened to Sandor, you should have run.' She had to reassure herself that this was best for all of them. It was her duty to protect those she loved, it was her duty as Queen of the North to protect her people.

"Brother…" Tommen stood slowly from the Iron Throne, though he did not step down from the dais. "Though I would never call the Lady Sansa a liar, I could not believe it to be true until I saw you face to face."

Joffrey smiled to his brother, his arm still wrapped firmly around Sansa's as they stopped just short of the throne. "Yes, all that you have heard is true. I have been brought back by the lord of light, he has gifted me with a second chance at life." He then looked to Sansa a moment before looking to Tommen again, "he has gifted me a lovely bride as well."

Tommen immediately turned his attention to Sansa, he knew she would certainly not marry him willingly. "My lady, you have nothing to fear from my brother. Has he forced you to stand at his side?"

Sansa looked to the King, she did not want to cause any disturbance by telling him how they had placed her in a spell in order to get her to marry him. But she could not lie to him either, she had grown to care for Tommen and could never be dishonest with him. "Your Grace, Joffrey has been nothing but gentle and courteous to me."

"That does not answer my question though, did you willingly give yourself to him?" Tommen began to step down the stairs of the dais.

Sansa opened her mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted.

"The lord of light ensured she would agree to the marriage." Everyone looked to the doors of the throne room. Melisandre entered, her eyes full of delight as she stepped towards them. "They were both cleansed in his fires." She stopped beside Joffrey, her eyes looking over the boy King.

"We were very sorry to hear of the Queen's sudden passing." Sansa quickly changed the subject, trying to gain Tommen's attention once again. "So suddenly after your wedding as well. I only wish I could have attended the ceremony."

Tommen nodded sadly as he looked to Sansa, "she was stolen from me." He then looked to Joffrey again, "I wish to speak to you in private. Chambers have been prepared for your party." He nodded to the soldiers who stood at his side. "They will see the Lady Sansa and her sister safely to her chambers."

Joffrey looked to Sansa and nodded, "very well." He then released her arm, "Melisandre will remain as well."

Sansa looked to Tommen a moment, the smile on his lips a small reassurance. "We will speak soon my lady."

She gave him a small curtsey, "I look forward to it Your Grace." She then turned to follow the men as they led her from the throne room.

…..

Sandor and Arya had been waiting outside the throne room, both of them instantly at Sansa's side as she appeared through the large doors.

"What happened? Is Tommen going to kill Joffrey?" Arya grabbed Sansa's hand quickly. "Please tell me he is not going to just let him walk in and take over?"

Sansa shook her head, looking to her little sister then to Sandor. "They are speaking privately right now." She then began to walk again, Arya kept her hold on her as Sandor was quick to follow.

"Talk about what? There is nothing to talk about! Tommen needs to take off his head tonight!"

"Arya!" Sansa shot her a stern look, "you are not to speak like that, especially here, especially now."

Arya huffed slightly as she pulled her hand from Sansas. Instantly she crossed her arms as they continued walking. "It's true…" Her last words were mumbled under her breath, but were enough for Sansa to hear.

They remained silent the rest of the way to Sansa's chambers. Once inside, Sandor immediately barred the door shut and grabbed Sansa's wrist. "Little bird, this is a bad idea. That lil' shit and his red witch already have control over the city watch. They've manipulated their way into the city without any hesitation." His grip tightened on her, "I won't let them hurt you."

Sansa smiled up at him, her free hand moving to stroke the burnt skin on his cheek lightly. "I know you will not let anything happen, that is why I am so grateful you are here with me. But what can we do now? If they truly have control of so much already, then we know leaving is not an option."

"We will just kill anyone who gets in our way!" Arya stepped forward, pulling her 'needle' from its sheath. "Between the hound and I, no one stands a chance!"

Sandor let out a chuckle, "you plan on picking teeth with that thing?" He then looked to Sansa, "the girls right, I would kill anyone who tried to stop me." He then suddenly pulled Sansa close to him, causing her chest to crash into him. "I can't stand another night thinking of you in that lil' shits bed."

Her blue eyes looked into his dark ones, how she ached to be with him. She knew he felt the same, so many times they had come close, only to be ripped apart again. "I know…"

Without another word, Sandor quickly leaned down. His lips meeting with hers in a passionate kiss. Her soft flesh mixing with that of his half burned half rough skin. He never wanted the feeling to stop, the emotions he swore he would never feel sprang to life for his little bird. He could feel her arms move around him as he pulled her closer.

"Gross!" Arya was quick to shout as she turned away.

Their kiss quickly broke apart, Sansa turning from Sandor. "We cannot do that…" She then moved to sit in a nearby chair.

"I will get you out of here…" Sandors' words came harsh as he unlocked the door and walked out of the room. The slamming of the wooden door caused Sansa to jump slightly, though she did not try to stop him or say another word to Arya.

…..

"I do not want to fight, you are my brother. The throne was yours by right, if you truly have changed and will not be the monster you were before…" Tommen stopped his words as she looked to Melisandre, she had remained silent the entire time Tommen and Joffrey had spoken.

"I have come to show you and the people of Westeros that death has changed me. And that having the Lady Sansa by my side has also changed me." He smiled to his little brother, "I do not want a fight either, I want us to live in peace."

Tommen nodded, "truth be told, I never wanted to be King, but I couldn't say no to mother and to Grandfather."

"Then it is settled…" Melisandre finally spoke, "once the Queen is laid to rest and you are given proper mourning time, we can have you announce that you will be returning the throne to Joffrey and his new Queen."

Tommen looked to the red woman and nodded, "if that is what Lady Sansa wants as well. But I will have to speak to her privately as well."

Melisandre nodded, "of course Your Grace, once she has rested from our long journey."

….

She could feel the cold steel of the hilt as she pulled the dagger from beneath her pillow. The blade was most certainly Valyrian steel, making this a simple task for a girl who had never done something like this before.

'Make it quick, and he will feel no pain… show him mercy if that is what you wish.'

The dark shadow whispered in her ear as she sat in bed next to her sleeping husband. His exposed neck practically screamed for her to slice it.

'One quick movement my sweet… and you shall be free of him. One quick motion and we shall be together.'

….

Sansa shot up from her dream, her hand grasping at her own throat as she tried to catch her breath. Looking to her side, Joffrey was still fast asleep. She let herself fall back into her pillows as she stared at the canopies above her. Gods these dreams were only getting worse, but what were they.

She turned to her side, her eyes on Joffrey as he slept. Was it a darkness inside of her that was trying to escape? Was it an inner demon that was pleading to her, pleading to kill Joffrey?

A gasp escaped her lips as her hand moved underneath her pillow. Slowly she pulled the same dagger from her dream out. Her eyes widening in horror, "how…" She examined the dagger, it was exactly as she remembered from her dream. "No…"

Without a hesitation, she sprang from the bed, running to the nearby window she threw it to the sea. Sansa knew she was no killer, no matter what her dreams were trying to tell her.

…

(((Oooh… I seem to be on a roll again!)))

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