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  1. Public Bookmark 19

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    Prompt: “They should both be dead, but they aren’t. They should be siblings, but they aren’t either (nor can they bring themselves to act as such). They should be Starks, but the Queen wants them to be Targaryens. They should’ve stayed in Winterfell forever, with Bran and Arya, but they can’t avoid their duty anymore. They should be ‘Ned&Cat 2.0,′ but they are prince and princess of a Realm they never wanted to see again.”

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    06 Oct 2019

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    Daenerys approaches Sansa and the children’s caretaker, her arms reaching for the babes. “May I?”

    “Hello there, little one.” She holds Catelyn up, so that their eyes are level. “I am told my grandmother Rhaella had eyes so bright as these.”

    Daenerys smirks, and strokes a finger across Jeyne’s forehead. “And you will be Daenys the Dreamer.”

    “Your grace, my daughters have names,” Sansa says, worry flashing through her eyes. Daenerys has not given her the child back, and Jon is not there to help her. Her husband is the only one who can calm the queen since the death of Tyrion Lannister. Jon is now hand, but even he cannot do as much as the dwarf had.

    “And now they have new ones, just like their father.” Daenerys says, looking off into the distance. She hands Catelyn back to the nursemaid. “Rhaella is a lovely child. I am sure she will live up to her namesake.”

    Sansa can only hope her daughter is like her own lady mother. She smiles when she responds, “Yes, your grace. I’ll pray for that each day.”

  2. Public Bookmark 40

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    Mama told her people couldn’t choose the life they were born into – and she and her siblings had been born into a very specific kind of life – but on the day she turned nineteen, Sansa Stark decided she could choose what life she led, and that she would not lead one that demanded closed casket funerals and armed guards and her big brother making deals with the devil while wearing that stupid goddamn ring.

     

    Five years after Sansa leaves New York, a funeral brings her home.

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    02 Oct 2019

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    “So, it is him, then. Jon’s been picked?” It was more a statement than a question.

    Uncle Ben nodded. “It was in Robb’s will. Bran can’t, which is good. He’s way too young to take over, especially under these circumstances. The kid is smart as can be – he has his pick between Harvard, Yale, and Princeton. It’s good he’s getting out.” Like you did, went unspoken, but Sansa heard it all the same. Uncle Ben had been the only one who supported her decision to leave. “And Rickon’s just a kid.”

    “Why not you?”

    Benjen shrugged. “Robb asked me. About a week after he took over; when Reed insisted they start work on a will. I didn’t want it. I never have. I’m happy to serve the Family, but I was always content with Brandon or Ned wearing the ring. Besides, Jon was Robb’s righthand. Even if it hadn’t been in the will, the Family would have turned to Jon. Targaryen blood be damned.”

    Sansa nodded. “Robb always says Jon is his brother.” Grief shot through her like a bullet. “Said. He always said that.”

    Uncle Ben pulled her into another hug as one of the men from the airport started to carry Sansa’s luggage upstairs. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. Your mom will be here early. The kids in the afternoon. Jon has some business in town, but he should be here later tomorrow. It’s gonna be a small one. Private. Just us and the inner circle. We don’t know who to trust right now.”

    Uncle Ben didn’t pull away and for that Sansa was grateful. “He didn’t hate me, did he?” she whispered against her uncle’s chest. “Robb didn’t hate me for leaving and for never coming home?”

    “No, Sansa. Your brother didn’t hate you. None of us hate you. Like your father always said, the pack sticks together.”

    But I left, Sansa wanted to say. Father always said that the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. The Family is the pack. And I left.

  3. Public Bookmark 10

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    Maybe if things had been different, they wouldn't be like this. They would be worse.

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    01 Oct 2019

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    An amazing collection of vignettes, ranging from angsty to chilling.

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    It’s such a quiet way to die. She never even hears the other two arrows that find their way home in her. She doesn’t even feel them.

    All she can feel is the cold. Her body refuses to listen to her, fingers merely twitching when she tries to drag herself forward, but she keeps her gaze ever northward. To home. To Jon. Distantly, she thinks she wants to laugh. She wants to cry. For all she thought she grew out of being a stupid, silly girl, perhaps she never truly did. She allowed herself to believe she could go home again, to feel the warm embrace of someone she loved once more, despite all the times she swore to herself she never would—and this is her punishment. Instead of his arms around her, there’s only the freshly fallen snow.

    But it reminds her of Jon. She closes her eyes for the last time, thinking that makes it home enough.

  4. Public Bookmark 16

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    "I'm not here to talk about that," Theon says, setting off another, thankfully smaller coughing fit. "I'm here to talk about Sansa."

    Jon can feel the blood drain from his face. "Is she ill?"

    Theon shakes his head, lifting his eyes to Jon as he coughs into his fist. "No," he finally says, his lungs giving him a small reprieve. "The Queen is in her prime. Which is why you are needed."

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    01 Oct 2019

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    "The Maester says I have five to eight years, maybe more, maybe less." Jon's not sure what he is meant to do with the information apart from be sorry for it. "I love Sansa," Theon tells him, "but I cannot give her what she wants... You can."

    He cannot mean it. Surely, he can't.

    "Your pardon has been signed ever since you left Kings Landing," Theon continues, "though you knew that. You're just too stubborn and self-loathing to accept it." Another fit of coughing erupts, making him wheeze. The handkerchief comes away spotted with crimson. "Come home," he tells Jon through heavy breaths. "Come home and love her in ways that I can't. Be discreet about it 'till my death and then take her to wife."

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    She had prepared her words and her actions meticulously.

    She hadn’t prepared to actually see him.

    Or, Jon and Sansa reunite and things don't go according to plan.

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    01 Oct 2019

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    He watched her approach, face still twisted in shock, unmoving and unblinking, until she was so close she could reach out and touch his grisly chest piece. This near to him the scars along his brow were more pronounced. Unbidden, the reports of his madness danced in her ears once more.

    A wolf, a wight, a wildling.

    He rages.

    He’s blood thirsty.

    He takes no advice and trusts no one.

    He barely sleeps and never eats.

    He goes nowhere without that damned, hellish wolf.

    He’s unpredictable – unstable - unyielding.

    Worst of all, he’s the whelp of Rhaegar Targaryen. The unnatural evidence of Lyanna’s rape.

    She felt Petyr’s unwelcome kisses on her throat. She kept her focus on Stark eyes.

    Then, without hesitation, Sansa Stark knelt.