Ned
Sansa worried her hands, clasping them together before her dark green velvet corset. The air had grown incredibly crisp and cold — winter was at their doors it looked like — and she had resorted to use a furlined cloak hood over her red hair.
She hated how everything was going awry only out of fear. There is no shame in fear, her lord father used to say, a man can be brave only when he is afraid.
"Don't look so grim, if all ends well I'm going to return with the Stormlands and a wife to my arm" Aemond teased her and Sansa glanced up to him, glaring.
His beam made him look so young that Sansa remembered all of sudden he was barely nineteen — still, older than Robb when he was named king in the North, but younger than Jon was when he had been named king — "Do not make that face, jorāle " he told her, cupping her cheek with his gloved hand "At least now I won't be the only one steaming with jealousy"
"You're taking this too lightly," Sansa accused "it is a very serious matter"
Despite the young, romantic fool inside of her demanding he remained there and claimed her as wife, Sansa could not take her mind off what she knew was bound to happen at Storm's End. She had seen first hand how unforgiving Aemond could be, how antagonistic he could grow when faced with those who had wronged him.
And none had wronged him worse than Lucerys Velaryon, who had taken his eye and never once apologized for it, never once repented for it, never once was punished for it.
"Oh I know, jorāle " he smiled down to her "I know," he added "which is why I think my mother is right and you should not come with me,"
Sansa bowed her head "You had asked for me to come with" she reminded him gently, if a bit petulantly and his smile turned tender and so incredibly fond to hurt her very heart.
He caressed her cheekbone with a thumb and pressed a long, breathtaking kiss against her forehead, to then adjust the hood around her face snugly "I know," he murmured softly "and I was wrong," he admitted "lord Baratheon will not like that I woo one of his daughters whilst I parade you around" he added.
"Nothing has ever happened between us!" Sansa protested and Aemond rolled his eyes fondly.
"Doesn't change the magnitude of my feelings for you, jorāle , lord Baratheon is an ambitious, cunning man, but he is also proud, and I would not spurn his pride"
Sansa had no choice, no choice for now .
"Promise you'll be careful and won't let your fury cloud your judgment?" she asked and his glance turned to unbearably fonder yet at that, that Sansa almost grabbed him by his stupidly green scarf and dragged him back to her chamber where he would be safe from himself and others. Let her do her what she did best.
"I promise you, jorāle , nothing is going to happen to me, and I will return to you" he promised her.
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Kissed by Fire ~ Kissed by Steel (MAINSTORY 1) by ReginaRubie
أدب الهواةFrom my blood comes the prince that was promised to bring the Dawn. Some say seven are the hells and seven the heavens. Other says there is only one hell, and it's the one we live in. All Sansa could think of as snow twirled and the wind howled arou...
