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The Wolf Queen paced in her pavilion. Food had been brought to her and
taken away again, untouched. She didn’t need food. She needed victory.
They called her queen, they praised her and swore allegiance, but it
meant nothing until her enemies were dead at her feet. Another victory
put her a step closer to the throne in fact, instead of ( Read more... )

Part One
Part Two

Sansa Stark, Queen in the North, arrived with all her retinue before noon. Jaime turned out the household to greet her, such as it was. Many of those who hadn’t left to join Daenerys, Sansa or Arianne Martell were dead. He stood with them and made small talk with Sansa about the journey.

“We were not far away, in any case. There was ( Read more... )

“When?” she asked. Her voice was barely audible above the winds that tore through the hall when the right combination of shutters was open. There were too many people who would carry tales and Sansa had learned to be very careful. She hovered behind Jaime’s shoulder, pouring wine into a goblet and making herself useful while he talked with Petyr.

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Prompt - Sansa stays behind at Winterfell because she's going to marry Theon.

It started when Robert had drunk too much in an attempt to drown his sorrow - sorrow that in truth belonged to Ned and his family, mourning the little boy who had not yet died, but who didn’t move and looked too pale to live. He had drunk too much, but not enough that he ( Read more... )

They had made camp - such as it was - in the lea of a rock formation. There was only a sprinkling of snow on the ground there and it had been easier to get a pitifully small fire going. Brienne had gone to see if she could find the village where they had sold their horses. The beasts hadn’t been much help in travelling up to the Eyrie, but it would ( Read more... )

Sansa pursed her lips and threaded another pin into her hair with an ease that betrayed years of practice. She held her hair up with the other hand until every tendril was tucked neatly back. She could see the worry clouding the eyes of her reflection, worry that only increased when Petyr came to stand behind her.

“We need the money, my pet,” he ( Read more... )

((band AU. Wholeheartedly stolen from an idea that came up on the ask blogs an age ago. Forgive me for indulging another crackship along the way… Hope you guys don’t mind - if you’d rather I took this down and wrote something else cos you have plans for this let me know. It got a bit long…))

They hadn’t even left the stage when Jorah started talking ( Read more... )

Petyr took her shopping, then to dinner. It was a blur and she kept trying to slow time, to make the day pass more slowly, because she knew where it was leading. The restaurant was a classy one, reservations only, but Petyr managed to get a table nevertheless. She didn’t taste the food, concentrating only on her wine glass. This will be easier if I ( Read more... )

When he saw her for the first time, she was at the end of the lot, looking lost. He had just finished meeting with a writer - a two bit hack who wasn’t worth his time - when she caught his eye. She wore a day dress, nothing special, but it showed off her slender form. Her red hair tumbled out from underneath a floppy blue sunhat. It wasn’t ( Read more... )