Unexpected Loyalties || A Sansa x Daenerys FanFic (Daensa)

Chapter 11

A/N: just a warning about a slightly non-consensual touching scene. It is brief, unintentional, and mostly innocent but I wanted to be safe and give a warning to those who find such things uncomfortable.

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Sansa didn't really get a chance to talk with Daenerys again the rest of the day. In the Great Hall, Sansa went back to her regular seat and avoided socializing. She felt confused by the dream and confused by the good she knew existed in Daenerys. Fear of a kneeling North still gripped her but so did doubt. That exchange earlier with Samwell had been sincere and heartfelt. And Daenerys had shown true care for the people in Winter town, little Falon, and all she met in the castle. The guilt had become so overwhelming Sansa stayed in her rooms the following day, skipping all meals in the Great Hall, including dinner. After she retired to bed, she couldn't sleep, tossing and turning for over an hour, until she gave up, put on her robe, and sat in front of the fireplace.

Then she heard a light knock on her door. Sansa wondered who it could be at this late hour and for a moment she thought it might be Tyrion. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Daenerys, wearing a robe over her nightgown and holding a folded up dress. Grey Worm was with her as always but he stayed further back in the corridor.

"I didn't get a chance to see you today and I wanted to bring you the dress personally."

"Of course, come in," said Sansa without thinking. After Daenerys entered the room, Sansa wondered if she should've just taken the dress and said goodnight. Daenerys had not been in her bedchamber before and she watched her as she looked around and placed the dress on the seat of the chair by the window.

"Would you like some wine or I can have a servant bring us some tea?"

"No, thank you, Lady Sansa," said Daenerys with a nervous energy, holding her hands together. "You weren't at dinner tonight."

"I wasn't feeling well, your Grace," said Sansa, looking down. She could barely stomach the lies now but at least that one was partly true.

"Are you well now? Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm fine. But I'm having trouble sleeping."

"Then I recommend you have some wine." Daenerys walked over to the table where a flagon of wine had been set with one goblet. She poured but not too much and handed it to Sansa.

"Drink it all, so the effects act quickly."

"Why would I want that?" asked Sansa, feeling suspicious of Daenerys's intentions.

"So you would feel tired, of course," grinned Daenerys.

Sansa smiled, suddenly glad to have the company. In a strange way, having Daenerys near her made her forget her guilt. It was only when she was alone that it invaded her being, reminding her of the kind of person she had become.

An hour later the two of them were laughing on her bed at the story Daenerys just shared about what happened earlier at dinner. It seemed that Tormund was feeling brave and again tried to win Brienne for himself. Words were exchanged and Jaime gracefully handled the situation by punching Tormund hard in the nose. Instead of being angry, Tormund embraced Jaime like a brother and they proceeded to get roaring drunk.

"I don't understand why Tormund insists on pestering Brienne. He knows she's not interested," said Sansa.

"We want who we want," said Daenerys, looking at Sansa with a suddenly sober expression. Sansa smiled and covered her embarrassment with more laughter. She handed over the goblet which they had been sharing. Daenerys took a sip. Sansa knew Daenerys wasn't drinking all that much and she should've controlled her own consumption but she was having too much fun and it helped her forget her dark thoughts.