When the two wolves loved the dragon

Daenerys POV chapter 1

"We are here my lady," rasped the old driver.

Daenerys had finally arrived at Winterfell. She'd been riding for months, and coming alone, since Tyrion had remained in King's Landing to rule in her stead. The driver, helped her out of the carriage, kindly taking her hand and leading her out. The air was crisp and cold. She saw the Stark sisters lined up at Winterfell, ready to meet her. Daenerys walked over to them.

"Your grace, it is an honor to have you hear at Winterfell. I am Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark," Sansa curtsied, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulder, as she rose up again. She had auburn hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Thank you for having me lady Stark," Daenerys replied warmly.

Sansa smiled, her blue eyes still on her as she turned away.

She turned to looked at the other girl, who she could of mistaken as a boy, if she hadn't looked twice. She had grey eyes, and shaggy brown hair cut just like a boy. She was dressed in trousers and leathers, unlike her sister Sansa.

"M'lady, I'm Arya. Just Arya, I'm not a lady," Arya said with a lazy grin as she bowed.

Not a lady?

Daenerys let out a soft laugh.

"Very well then, I'll just call you Arya," Daenerys told her lightly.

Arya smirked, and Daenerys felt her cheeks burn hot as if she where a little girl again.

"Your grace, lets go inside, you must be cold," said Sansa taking her arm.

Daenerys nodded, as they headed inside. The great big keep of Winterfell was surprisingly warm inside. It was grey and dull, not much like King's Landing. But still had a comforting feel to it. Sansa led her to a wooden table, and the three sat down.

"So, I think we have some business to discuss. I must name someone warden of the north. By law it should be Sansa, since all your brothers are dead, and since you are the eldest, but I hear Arya wishes to take on that roll as well. Which is why I am here. And I want to hear her out," Daenerys expressed with regal authority.

She saw Sansa tense, her blue eyes turning hard.

Arya turned to look at Daenerys, her grey eyes serious but soft.

"Your grace, my sister Sansa may be the eldest, but she is not fit to rule the north. I can fight, wield a sword, command armies. The northerners have respect for me, since I avenged the red wedding, while Sansa openly betrayed the north. I can rule,"Arya explained firmly.

Daenerys nodded as she saw Sansa shift in anger.

"That's not true! I did not betray the north your grace, she forgets herself. Arya is impulsive and too short tempered to be the ruler of the north. Though the northerners don't like me that much, I can make them love me. I deserve to be warden," Sansa said.

Daenerys sighed considering both of the girl's reasons.

"I must choose Sansa. Arya, I know you can rule, but Sansa is the eldest, and besides you can help her rule. You are both very capable," Daenerys told them gently.

She saw Arya's face harden in disdain.

"Thank you your grace. I won't let you down," beamed Sansa.

Arya stormed out of the hall, angry as the northern winds. Daenerys didn't mean to upset her so much.

I hope she is alright. I will speak with her later.

Sansa came over closer to her.

She handed her a blue rose.

"What is this? It's beautiful," Daenerys asked, unable to veil her wonder.

"It's a blue winter rose. A woman as beautiful as you deserves something nearly as beautiful," Sansa told her softly, tracing a silver lock of hair from her ear. Daenerys shivered at the girls touch.

"Thank you Sansa, your very ki-" Daenerys was shushed when she felt Sansa's lips close in on her own. Daenerys instinctively kissed her back. It was a soft kiss, but deep and passionate all the same. Daenerys didn't know how long the kiss lasted, because Sansa was the one leading. When Daenerys pulled back for air, Sansa kissed her again, her tongue massaging hers softly, as her hands slid around her waist. Daenerys felt herself becoming aroused. Her hands tangled in Sansa's auburn hair. They both pulled apart, breathing heavily.

"Your grace, before you get angry, let me explain. Ever since I was a child, I'd wanted to marry a prince. But men have abused me time and time again, and I learnt that I like women. And you are the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, and I fell in love with you at first sight. Since you have named me Warden of the north, it would be a good marriage alliance if you where to marry me. It would bind the north and south together. I would be proud to call you my wife," Sansa told her taking her hand.

Marrying Sansa would bind the north and south together, but..

"You are very beautiful Sansa, but this is all so sudden. Just give me some time to think on it," Daenerys stood up and turned away leaving Sansa at the table. She needed to breath. She was on her way to her chambers as she bumped into Arya.

"Did my sister tire you out your grace?," Arya asked her with that same smirk that had her blushing earlier.

It seemed she had gotten over the fact Daenerys chose Sansa to be warden and not her. For that Daenerys was greatful.

"Actually she kissed me. She told me she loves me and wants me to marry her," Daenerys told her.

She saw something flicker in Arya's eyes.

"That was a mistake. I knew that my sister liked you, but I hadn't expected her to be so bold. That kiss was a mistake, that should have been me," Arya told her as she kissed her with all the fury of a winter storm.

Daenerys gasped as she pinned her against the wall. Arya kissed her furiously and with such love and passion. Daenerys whimpered and moaned. Her heart was beating fast. Daenerys kissed her back hard, her fingers running through Arya's short dark hair in desire. They broke apart both of them panting .

"Daenerys, don't marry Sansa. I know you love me too," Arya told her cupping her face.

"I loved you since I arrived here Arya. So much. But I also love your sister," Daenerys told her as she ran to her room. More confused than she'd ever been.

She'd been kissed twice today, and she had fallen in love twice, quickly. But she did not know who she loved more. Sansa or Arya.