“I’m sorry this is rushed.” Catelyn patted her daughter's shoulder as she locked eyes with Sansa in the mirror. “We were planning on having it in the spring its just-”
“Mom, you have to make the deal permanent. I know.” Sansa whispered as her mother began to cry for the fifth time that day.
“Mother is crying again?” Arya asked as she entered with Rickon and Bran on her heels. Sansa stood up and quickly wrapped Ricko into her arms lifting the six-year-old off the ground. Leaning over she placed a gentle kiss on Brans forehead.
“Did you miss us?” Rickon asked.
“of course. I always miss you guys. But I thought father-”
“He did but when I said I'd be with them, he couldn’t say no.” A beautiful white haired women stood in the doorway next to Margaery.
“Marg!” Sansa yelled wrapping her arms around her friend. Turning towards the new arrival she bowed a little as customs would require.
“Sansa, I would like to introduce your soon-to-be Aunt, Daenerys Targaryen. Khaleesi of Essos City.”
“Sansa its good to finally meet you.” She said reaching her arms out. Sansa took the tentative hug and smiled up at the elder woman.
“Thank you.” Sansa said, looking back at her mother. “Mom, please stop crying, its a happy occasion.”
“Yes, yes, I know, my eldest daughter is getting married.”
“And, shes going to be an Aunt soon.” Margaery piped in. Sansa turned back to her friend with a wide eyes.
“Your?”
“Yep, I’m pregnant!” She yelled, rushing her friend into a hug. “Thats why Daenerys is here. She insists that Aegon take off for a year to help me raise the baby and keep an eye on these two kids.”
“Aegon was never cut out for this line of business anyway.” Daenerys said, winking at Margaery. “Besides, Drogo and I need some space for a while.” She said with a sad smile.
“Whatever the issues and problems, I’m just happy you're here. All of you.” Sansa pulled Rickon tighter to her body as she smiled down at her baby brother.
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“Jon please stop fussing.” Rhaenys said, trying to redo his bowtie.
“I look like a waiter.” Jon hissed, as Aegon came up next to him placing a strong hand on his shoulder.
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To Love A Gun
FanfictionSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
