Honor, Jaime/Sansa, T, character death, post adwdpinkimartiniFebruary 13 2013, 22:58:47 UTC
She awoke when she didn’t feel him at her side. Sansa was still tucked in bed securely while he moved across the room to collect his clothing. His body looked like it had been carved from a smooth stone, the way the shadows collected along his skin and muscles made her heart catch. She was instantly warm just thinking of the night before and the way his lips felt when they made their way down her body until she felt him between her legs. Everything she had been told of what to expect was the complete opposite of her wedding night. This was her third time being married but the first time she had been bedded properly.
“I was hoping to be quiet, did I wake you?” He turned and pushed back his blond hair that had fallen over his face when he pulled his tunic on. She sighed once his chest was covered, so big and strong and he was all hers. Sansa wished he would climb back into bed but they had already spent several days without leaving their room. “No…I missed your arms around me.” She watched him affix the golden hand and knew that he was headed out to see what could be done about Winterfell. The damage was far beyond repair save for a small portion of rooms that could still be used which now were their rooms to live in. The people of the North were still unsure of her husband but they listened to their lady and accepted him.
Her first marriage to Tyrion was struck when he was pronounced dead. A second marriage had lasted only as long as the words they had spoken, Harry was dead now. She should have warned him not to stand so close to the Moon Door. She had not expected for Ser Shadrich to figure out who she was but it was only when she washed the dye from her hair that his suspicions were confirmed. Littlefinger had disappeared in the melee before anyone could lay their hands on him. Sansa only wished she had exacted hurt on him for the things he had done to her.
But The Mad Mouse had other plans and set out for King’s Landing. Her heart broke at the thought she would not see her brothers and what of Arya? She saw red in that moment, someone should have warned him that she was a wolf and not to turn his back. She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there in the dark of the night but the first rays of dawn pulled her back. Her mind balked at the blood on her hands. What had she done? The bloodied body not far away from her brought all the events to mind and the sound of a horse made her tense. She could feel the hot breath of the animal at her back. She inhaled sharply still holding the dagger in her hand…she wondered what Arya would say of her now…she turned slowly. High atop his white mount just like the songs she had grown up listening to. There he was…the Kingslayer dressed in his finest armor staring down at her. The piercing green eyes rattled her for they were the same eyes that Cersei shared. Instead of feeling scared, Sansa felt brave with her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind raced, he was here to drag her back to King’s Landing as well. But when he spoke, there was disbelief in his voice and his words were soft, “Sansa? Sansa Stark?” They had only met once, briefly. But that look they had shared had stayed in Sansa’s heart and mind forever. Ser Jaime Lannister was saying her name and he was not making a move to harm her. What else had changed since she had been at the Vale? She suddenly wasn’t sure if she was a Stark. She had once been a Lannister and for a short moment a Hardyng. But now…who was she? “Yes…I am Sansa Stark.” Her voice was strong even if she thought it shook when she said her name. The world had been dark before but now everything was clear. “We’ve been looking a long time for you.” We? She leaned just a bit and there was a small motley group following on horses and foot. A very tall woman, various men and women. How long had they been looking for her? She let go of the dagger she held to wipe the tears that had started to form.
It was over time that Ser Jaime became Jaime. The road to Winterfell was long and violent but Jaime was always at her side. They had lost friends and gained new allies. They never were separated and no one protested when they were married in the Godswood at Winterfell.
“I was hoping to be quiet, did I wake you?” He turned and pushed back his blond hair that had fallen over his face when he pulled his tunic on. She sighed once his chest was covered, so big and strong and he was all hers. Sansa wished he would climb back into bed but they had already spent several days without leaving their room.
“No…I missed your arms around me.” She watched him affix the golden hand and knew that he was headed out to see what could be done about Winterfell. The damage was far beyond repair save for a small portion of rooms that could still be used which now were their rooms to live in. The people of the North were still unsure of her husband but they listened to their lady and accepted him.
Her first marriage to Tyrion was struck when he was pronounced dead. A second marriage had lasted only as long as the words they had spoken, Harry was dead now. She should have warned him not to stand so close to the Moon Door. She had not expected for Ser Shadrich to figure out who she was but it was only when she washed the dye from her hair that his suspicions were confirmed. Littlefinger had disappeared in the melee before anyone could lay their hands on him. Sansa only wished she had exacted hurt on him for the things he had done to her.
But The Mad Mouse had other plans and set out for King’s Landing. Her heart broke at the thought she would not see her brothers and what of Arya? She saw red in that moment, someone should have warned him that she was a wolf and not to turn his back. She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there in the dark of the night but the first rays of dawn pulled her back. Her mind balked at the blood on her hands. What had she done? The bloodied body not far away from her brought all the events to mind and the sound of a horse made her tense. She could feel the hot breath of the animal at her back. She inhaled sharply still holding the dagger in her hand…she wondered what Arya would say of her now…she turned slowly. High atop his white mount just like the songs she had grown up listening to. There he was…the Kingslayer dressed in his finest armor staring down at her. The piercing green eyes rattled her for they were the same eyes that Cersei shared. Instead of feeling scared, Sansa felt brave with her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind raced, he was here to drag her back to King’s Landing as well. But when he spoke, there was disbelief in his voice and his words were soft,
“Sansa? Sansa Stark?” They had only met once, briefly. But that look they had shared had stayed in Sansa’s heart and mind forever. Ser Jaime Lannister was saying her name and he was not making a move to harm her. What else had changed since she had been at the Vale? She suddenly wasn’t sure if she was a Stark. She had once been a Lannister and for a short moment a Hardyng. But now…who was she?
“Yes…I am Sansa Stark.” Her voice was strong even if she thought it shook when she said her name. The world had been dark before but now everything was clear.
“We’ve been looking a long time for you.” We? She leaned just a bit and there was a small motley group following on horses and foot. A very tall woman, various men and women. How long had they been looking for her? She let go of the dagger she held to wipe the tears that had started to form.
It was over time that Ser Jaime became Jaime. The road to Winterfell was long and violent but Jaime was always at her side. They had lost friends and gained new allies. They never were separated and no one protested when they were married in the Godswood at Winterfell.
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