When a fierce wildling meets a cunning lady, no one wants to be caught in the crossfire. Between enemies closing in from all sides, growing unrest within their own people, and their own budding romance; time was quickly running out and soon the long...
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The wedding of Sansa Stark and Asena Manslayer was a simple one, held as soon as Asena was able to walk on her own again. The two had stood in front of the massive Weirwood tree, Sam officiating the ceremony as Arya, Bran, Rickon, and Tormund stood watching. Tormund swears he didn't, but Asena definitely saw the man crying from the corner of her eye.
The two women deeply enjoyed their married life, even more so when they received a letter from Jon detailing the events at King's Landing. Daenerys had laid waste to Euron Greyjoy and his fleet, successfully taking the Iron Throne and eliminating Cersei Lannister. Jon had also mentioned in his letter how he had convinced Daenerys to let the North separate from the Seven Kingdoms, letting it be it's own independent kingdom once again.
Although Sansa had sat in shock for a while when her brother had asked her to rule, stating that he had no taste for it and would rather join Tormund and the Free Folk in the True North. The events in which lead them to where they were currently.
"You look ethereal, Queen Sansa Stark," Asena complimented her wife, leaning forward for a chaste kiss as the waited outside the door of the Great Hall.
"I'm not Queen yet..." Sansa trailed off, wringing her hands together nervously.
Asena just rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the woman in front of her.
"I need to go, someone has to keep your siblings in line," the wildling stated, placing one last kiss on Sansa's lips before striding for the door. "You are going to make an amazing Queen."
Asena quickly entered the large room and stood beside Rickon, her arms clasped behind her back as she watched Sansa walk into the room. As the Stark woman walked past, everyone knelt before her until she finally reached the throne. Her dress swished against her legs as she sat down, Asena's lips twitching up into a smile as the Maester walked over to Sansa. As the crown was placed onto the Stark woman's head, every soldier in the room got to their feet and drew their swords in salute to her.
"The Queen in the North!"
Asena smiled as she looked at Sansa, happiness in her heart as she thought about how she will love spending the rest of her life with the woman she loves. Rickon and Arya shouted the loudest for their sister, overwhelming pride on their faces. Not one to be upstaged, Asena cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted as loud as she could.
"The Queen in the North!"
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