Lady Lannister || Game of Thrones

Stags and Wolves

"Am I to be a Princess? Really?" Sansa beams up at her father who smiles down at her with a nod as Arya looks at her in disgust, shocked that she wishes to be a bride.

"Yes," Ned tells his eldest daughter who smiles brightly as she looks at her sister who looks back at her with a raised eyebrow "You are to be married to the Prince before the week is out."

"That is less than two days father!" Sansa shrieks as she jumps to her feet and runs out of her chamber in search of her handmaids and dressmakers as she yelled orders at her poor maid that was closets to her. "I shall have to take my nicest dress and repurpose it."

"You have unleashed a monster," Arya tells her father who chuckles at his other daughter who stands as she looks up at the Northern Lord who looks down at her. "Why is it suddenly now? Sansa is not mature enough to understand what is happening."

Ned sighs as he nods "The King needs allies as the Targaryens grow stronger on Dragonstone, with Rob and Mycella so far away he needs a new ally in our House quickly."

"Does Sansa know?"

"Does it look like she knows?" Ned replies shortly before sighing as he shakes his head "No, she does not. And she does not need to. Arya?"

"Yes?"

"Sansa does not need to know."

"Very well, but I do not support this." Ned sighs as his remaining daughter leaves the chamber after her older sister.

Sansa was in a pale blue dress that fell from her waist and was tighter around her torso, a golden crown made of flowers rested in her hair and her hair was brushed back left down in memory of her girlhood.

Sansa smiles as Cassian nods back to her as he takes her hand from her father as they turn to face the Septon in front of them. To Sansa the ceremony passes in a flash and soon enough they are being left alone in the Prince's chamber after the bed being blessed by the Septon.

Turning to Sansa Cassian motions for her to lay on her back which she does with a smile to her new husband whose face never changes as he climbs on top of her and pulls up her nightdress so it is around her waist.

Sansa can feel him before she gasps in pain her hands flying to Cassian's shoulder as he moves above and within her as her nails dig into his shoudlers as tears fall down her face at the pain that is happening.

This was not like anything her mother had told her would happen, she had said it was nice and with every little pain. This was full of pain and was not enjoyable at all.

She sighs in relief as Cassian stills above her with a groan as something shoots up into her and he removes himself after several seconds before he rolls onto his side beside her.

He glances at her and frowns at the sight of tears on her cheeks before sighing as he stands and walks over to his desk where he pours himself some wine that he drinks as Sansa burns in pain and humiliation.

"It gets better with time." is the only thing Cassian tells his new bride.

"Arya?" Arya looks around as Sansa creeps into her chamber and crawls into her bed. "Are you awake?"

"I am now," Arya whispers back as Sansa lights a few candles before she lays down beside her sister as they both roll onto their side so they could face each other. 

"Was he kind?" Arya asks "Did it hurt?"

"Yes," Sansa whispers back to her sister as she turns her head into her pillow as they lay facing each other before Sansa turns to lay on her back "It did, but if the Gods are good I will deliver a son soon so it will not have to be has often."

Arya nods as she looks her sister over, examining every inch of her face as tears start to well in her eyes.

"My wedding was never for me at all," Sansa whispers tearfully to her sister who lays beside her in her bed. Slowly the two sisters turn to look at each other and clasp hands. Something they had not done since they were children something they could no longer be anymore.