SEQUEL TO POPPY
❝ The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of Earth. Darkness will be your cloak. Your shield. Your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong. ❞
GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 4-7
THE POPPY SAGA - 3
THE MOR...
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i am such a soft lover and a wild wanderer but i think you're where all of me finds home.
"You can stop following me you know," she huffed as her feet dragged through the courtyard littered with golden roses entwined with stags. Aeron Lannister had been a silent pest. Everywhere she went he was there. Outside her door every morning and night. Urging her to eat breakfast or sleep just a bit more. No doubt he had been ordered by his uncle Tyrion—Sansa's husband—to look after her. "I'm not going to off myself."
Though the thought had crossed her mind a time or two, today was a day to celebrate King Joffrey had married Margery Tyrell and all was well in the realms. In a few minutes, Sansa would be sitting at the reception, and a million excuses to get out of there were already coming to mind.
Sansa heard as the King's Guard scoffed, his armor clanging with every step he took. "I'm just doing my job."
This was the same reply she would always get when she told him to bugger off. It was always cool and reserved sometimes served with a cocky smirk.
Now, glancing back, Sansa took in Aeron's jaunty appearance. He bore a striking resemblance to his cousin Jaime, though his blond hair had been cut shorter and his features were softer despite them being hardened by his stoic expressions. He was handsome, Sansa admitted to herself. But no doubt there was evilness deep within him, she just hadn't seen yet. He was a Lannister after all.
"Does it not bother you that your job is following me like a lost dog?" she grumbled under her breath, fingers reaching out to skim the walls of the garden hedges. Aeron exhaled deeply and turning back to look at him again, Sansa saw him trying in vain to conceal his increasing anger. So, with a swelling of pride in her belly, she continued. "I just mean all that training and I'm your job. I'd be pretty upset about knowing inadequate they think you are that you can't even protect the king himself."
"You're angry."
Sansa scowled. "If you're insinuating that I'm upset over Joffrey--"
