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The news that the Prince got engaged traveled fast.
Inseparable they were.
Desperatly in love they wanted to marry fast, and married on the first of December.
The whole country got a day off and people who lived closeby went to the Cathedral of the Seven to see for the Prince and his bride to get married.
In a wedding gown made of spun gold, a bouquet with preserved sunflowers and winter roses Sansa became the princess before the eyes of the Seven gods and the kingdom.
Queen Aleanor, reassured the kingdom would be ruled wise and kind by Sandor and Sansa, gave up the throne to let the young couple rule.
She stayed in the castle, as much respected advisor and was loved by all.
Cersei and Margaery were punnished for their cruelty and sentenced to a lifetime in the prison kitchens, where they were forced to work with blisters on their feet and their backs aching from hard labour.
In their first public preformance King Sandor and Queen Sansa went to the Red Keep Mansion, wich was confiscated by the throne and turned into an orphanage.
The children, shy and intimidated by the harsh appearence of the King shuffeld towards eachoter.
A little boy with dark brown hair and eyes to match came up to Sandor.
He went down on his knees to reach the same height with the little lad.
"They say a mean lion lived here. That thise place is haunted,"
"Not anymore chap. Got rid of the beast."
"Is that how you got your scars?"
"TOMAS!" his motherly caretaker warned.
Sandor laughed.
"Ay mate. Nasty mean beast the lioness was. But I got rid of her. This place is safe. Your new home."
"So we can go and play?"
"Ay,"
After that, the children were reassured.
Tomas and his friends begged King Sandor to tell them the story of how he took care of the lion.
The garden was filled with childrens laughter and play.
Sansa saw a little girl, with hair much of her own, playing at the swings they installed at the weirwood tree her mother was burried.
This place, for many years haunted by pain, grief and sorrow, brought her to smile.
The Red Keep Mansion wouldn't be a place to cry anymore.
She'd only accepted tears of joy here. It set her mind at peace.
Sandor came running up to her.
"Impressive tale of the lion my love," Sansa whispered in his ear.
"Especially how you slammed her against the wall with one hand, quite impressive,"
Sandor laughed.
"I may have exaggerated the story..."
"I tought you hated liars."
"I hate liars, yes, but I don't hate good storytellers,"
He wraped his arms around her and Sansa caught him staring at Tomas, who was roaring at his friends in their play.
"Would you like on of your own?" she asked.
"Like what?"
"A son perhaps?"
"I think I'd like that. As long he doesn't do something stupid like falling in love with a beautifull maiden who runs away after their first kiss,"
She poked him with her elbow. She took his hands, and while watching the children play, she left his hand on her tummy.
Where a little bump was starting to grow visible against her gown.