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      Published: 2017-09-06 Updated: 2018-03-11 Chapters: 8/? Words: 9440
****** She's A Lady, But She's Also A Wolf ******
by lordbloodravens
Summary
     After defeating the White Walkers and live to tell the tale Dany and
     Jon sit the Iron Throne. She cannot bear children however and names
     Aegon his heir.
     In the meantime Sansa Stark is summoned from the North to discuss
     what will become of her marriage to the now Hand, Tyrion.
     While at King's Landings is it possible for Sansa to find real love
     and be the Queen she was always meant to be?
Notes
     I wrote this on my cellphone while on vacation so there might be lots
     of mistakes but I really wanted to do this. Maybe when I'm back I'll
     cleaned and continue
***** Chapter 1 *****
The last time she had been at King's Landing she had lost a father and a
sister. The last time she had been at King's Landing the Lannisters dressed as
Baratheons held the Iron Throne. The last time she had been at King's Landing
she had been married to a Lannister. So many things had happened after the war
ended. She had regained a sister but Arya wasn't the same little girl that
snuck everywhere and talked to everyone, now her sister was more mature and
silent. The Targaryen dinasty ruled the Seven Kingdoms again with Queen
Daenerys Targaryen and her husband Jon sitting the so wanted chair. Three
dragonriders, Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister, mounted up
north and bathed with flames the White Walkers and their army ending the Long
Night.
Her bethroted Harry had perished, little time she had spent with him but still
he provided an army and fought bravely against the Others.
Twice, thrice if Willas Tyrell counted she had been bethroted and once even
married to who was now Hand of the King. And yet she was a maiden still.
So it came as a huge surprise when a letter from Queen Daenerys arrived
requesting her presence at the capital. A three headed red dragon marked the
wax of the envelope where the letter came and she read with careful eyes the
summoning words.
The letter stated she was requiered at court to discuss her marriage to Lord
Tyrion Lannister and in the writing she recognized the hand of who was her
husband suggesting she could get an anullement. Sansa had never loved her
husband the way a wife should but when she thought of him, admiration was the
only thing she could feel. He fought against the White Walkers and Sansa would
always respect him for that but now the Lannister really was showing just how
much he really did care for her happiness.
A minute didn't go to waste and in three days she had already assembled a
travelling party. She left Rickon and Arya at Winterfell, there must always be
a Stark at Winterfell and since they just had recovered the castle from the
Boltons that rule held most importance now.
The trip to the capital brought many memories, some of them happy like when she
still had father around but most of them sad because it was going south when
everything started going bad for House Stark. She lost her direwolf Lady and
from there nothing was the same. Now after a moon's turn the carriage was
finally arriving to the city and Sansa could smell the stink of fish and
garbage that so well represented King's Landing.
A kingsguard who Sansa didn't reconize but only by his white cape and armor met
them on the outskirts of the city by the Kingswood. He was accompanied by a
dozen of mounted men and greeted the northern party to conduct them to the Red
Keep.
Up Aegon's Hill they all went and again many memories filled Sansa's mind. She
had been held captive of the Lannisters for so long but now their era had ended
and the Targaryens were retaking their rightfull place.
If it was for Rickon he would have stayed King in the North but three fire
breathing beast could make anyone change their mind. A so just like 300 years
ago the first Aegon had united the Seven Kingdoms into one now came their
descedants to end the War of the Five Kings putting a Queen on the Iron Throne
for the first time. The Targaryen Queen had taken for lover and husband that
who Sansa thought all the time was her half brother but it was later revealed
he was instead their cousin on aunt Lyanna's side.
When she met Jon again after he defeated the White Walkers all the remaining
Stark had held a long conversation in the halls of Winterfell where Jon had
revealed his truth identity and intentions of marrying his aunt Daenerys. The
Queen knew however she was barren and had named her other nephew Aegon and his
descendents to continue the Targaryen line and be her heir. Thus making Aegon
the most wanted match in the realm.
Not for Sansa tho, in other times she had been a fool girl that wished to be
queen, Joffrey's queen but that had been a long time ago, another Sansa had
longed for that life. Now she just wanted to arrive as soon as possible to the
Red Keep, end her marriage to Tyrion and be back north, be back home.
At the gate of the Keep was her husband, small as always and with that bad
habit of scratching his missing nose.
"Welcome back, Lady Sansa, I offer my deepest apologies for not being able to
meet you down a the city but matters of must urgance called me at the castle."
"Not to worry My Lord, your white knight did the work just as fine and I myself
knew the way from my time here." She hadn't intended to sound so smug but
everything in King's Landing made her feel with dread and more.
"I see your sharp tongue and mind are still in place, Sansa." She blushed at
the comment but let it pass and getting down from her horse she let a man
standing next to Tyrion help her.
She needed to change her riding gown for something more presentable and quickly
the Hand guided her towards what they would be her chambers. As soon as she
arrived she asked for a bath, quickly cleansed herself, rubbing the dust from
her skin and picking a long sleeved lilac and purple dress from her coffers.
She thought maybe tying her hair in one of those southern updos Queen Cersei
used to favor so much when Sansa was at court but the Queen had waited too long
and she decided to just brush it until her strands shimmered like beaten
copper. At last she was ready to meet Daenerys and Jon again.
A goldencloak indicated the Queen was at her solar in Maegor's Holdfast and
guided her through the corridors that had been her prison not a summer ago. She
knocked on the big black wooden door and waited for an invitation to pass.
Her cousin Jon opened and those grey eyes her father had possesed stared right
to her face and made Sansa smile. Jon hugged her tightly and spun her around
the room bringing her inside. When they were little she had always looked bad
on her half brother but after the war every and any Stark, even if it was a
cousin now was what Sansa held most dear to her heart.
"Who is our guest, Jon?" A male voice Sansa had never heard said.
"My sister, I mean my cousin Sansa come from the North." He said to the silver
headed man standing on the other side of the room. 'I knew you were coming but
how come you weren't announced when you arrived? Have you been here for too
long? Who greeted you at the door?' Jon kept asking Sansa questions.
"I just got here, not more than two hours ago."
"Long enough to have been announced." Jon said looking for someone to blame on
the mistake.
"It's ok, Tyrion welcomed me at the door and I'm sure he was about to announce
my presence but I got ahead."
"It's good to see you Lady Sansa, Jon gets so cheerful when a Stark is around."
Daenerys the Queen finally spoke.
"Your Highness, thank you for welcoming me into your castle. I'm pretty fond of
seeing Jon too and Arya wishes she could be here but someone had to look over
little Rickon." She said to the King and Queen. Jon's eyes smiled at the
mention of Arya, Sansa knew they were always really close and was saddened her
little sister couldn't make the trip.
"I take you are here by request of my lord Hand Tyrion. He wishes for your
marriage to be annulled on basis that it was never consummated." Sansa's pale
cheeks turned red at the mention of her history in bed and the Queen took
notice. "You still blush like a maiden, Lady Sansa and if it was for me your
word and Tyrion's would be enough to cancel your marriage but I have
counsellors I must listen to and an inspection must be done." Again her neck
and cheeks were filled with blood, she could have discussed the matter with the
Queen alone but her niece Aegon and Jon were standing there and it made her the
more uncomfortable. "But we can talk about this tomorrow, I'm sure you must be
tired from your voyage and need to rest for a while."
"Thank you Your Grace, I really appreciate the thought."
"Aegon can accompany you to your rooms." That wasn't something Sansa was
expecting and she looked up to see the silver prince setting his purple eyes on
her. Just when she was beginning to say it was no problem and she could find
her chambers on her own the Prince spoke.
"It would be a pleasure to accompany Lady Sansa, even when I think she knows
better the Red Keep than me." The northern girl smiled at the comment and let
herself be scorted out of the solar and to her rooms.
"I'm sorry if Dany made you feel uncomfortable my Lady, she's an outspoken
queen." Said Aegon as they walked around the Keep.
"I've met my share of outspoken queens and Cersei was more than that when she
was drunk." She remembered many times the Lannister had too much wine and had
decided to impart her odd wisdom on a younger Sansa. The Prince laughed but in
his eyes there was also caring knowing a little girl had to be put through that
much.
Soon they were in front of her chambers and it had been Sansa who had led the
way in the end since Aegon didn't know where she was staying but she enjoyed
his company nonetheless.
"I hope we might see eachother again before your depart my Lady, it has been a
real pleasure to meet you." With that the silver prince said his goodbyes and
left her alone by her door.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Aegon Targaryen had met many gorgeous women through his life. Growing up in
Essos he had come across courtesans in Braavos strolling on their boats, noble
Tyroshi ladies with their green and blue hair updos, pale perfumed Lysenes. His
aunt Daenerys was a fragile beauty and his cousin Arianne Martell was a buxom,
maybe too precarious for Aegon, woman.
But in all his years of life he has never met a woman who blushed so prettily,
so fast and so red as Lady Sansa Stark. The few times they had interacted and
he had compliment her, Sansa’s skin had turned as red as her auburn hair,
matching perfectly.
Now Aegon was headed to the courtyard to practice on his swordplay. Jon
Connington had passed away due to his greyscale and his lost had struck the
young prince like if it had lost a father, for the old Jon always treated him
like he was his son. Many things he taught him and one of those was to practice
everyday, keep the body active and the mind sharp. He wouldn’t have conquered
the Stormlands and King’s Landing if he wasn’t a good swordsman but he ought to
keep training, be better each day it passed, plus holding a sword in his hand
and work that came from it always made him relax and think straight. So that’s
why he was headed to the yard that morning.
He descended from Maegor’s Holdfast, down many corridors, he was still getting
used to live in such an intricate place. He finally arrived where the training
was being held and found his half-brother Jon already there. The dark haired
boy was finishing a duel with the new castle’s master-at-arms, Grey Worm. The
Essosi eunuch had thrived in Dany’s company and now was the one in charge at
handling the weapons in the Red Keep.
The duel was almost finish with Jon on the winning side. He had managed to
block a blow with his shield and make the eunuch loose his step. Jon pointed
his sword at Grey Worm’s chest and the fight was finished.
“Care to fight me too, little brother or are you already tired?” Aegon spoke,
his voice loud in the yard.
After losing all his family at the war, he had find in Jon a dear friend, more
than a brother. When they had first met, he had been warily of this guy that
took his place in every way. The love his father had for Jon’s mother had begun
a war, ending with the loss of his mother Elia and sister Rhaenys. Then when he
was set to marry Dany, the bastard had done it first. But in his aunt’s eyes
she could see true love, the kind that only forms when two people risk their
lives to save the world. Jon had proven a hero but in his personality there
still remained a humble expression, he would never boast his achievements, he
carried himself with a solemn grace. It was a great contrast with Aegon’s
nature, if he had been the one to defeat the Others, he was sure he would never
stop speaking about it. But alas he wasn’t the chosen one. The Song of Ice and
Fire was not meant to be his.
So at court they met and in the yard they trained, and the Targaryen prince
finally accepted Jon for who he was. The Prince that was Promised. Sometimes
life wasn’t fair, but being honest he was allowed to live, to survive the sack
and return to Westeros. He even was the named heir, since Daenerys wouldn’t be
able to bear any children.
Jon smiled and answered. “Aye, I can beat you still.”
Aegon picked up a training sword matching Jon’s and they began. First a curtsy
from both parties and the duel was initiated. Aegon was the first to attack,
putting all his weight forward against Jon but he managed to block the blows.
Whoever Jon was tired from the previous match and Aegon was still fresh so he
kept his stance on attacking and made his younger brother retreat a few steps.
They circled around each other for what felt like ages until Aegon landed a
clean blow to Jon’s waist and made him loose his balance. However Snow
recovered quickly and hit Aegon on the leg but with little force.
Just in that time he could hear voices surrounding them and a flash of red hair
crossed his eyes while he fought.
He started to move more rapidly and managed to get behind Jon’s back, setting
his sword against his neck. He won the duel.
“Always a worthy opponent.” He noted to the dark haired boy. Jon, his
Connington Jon said to praise when it was due.
“Thanks, I shouldn’t have let you win now that we have an audience.” Snow
pointed to balcony in the upper floor where Sansa Stark was watching.
Aegon wondered if she was rooting for Jon, she probably was. But when he met
her, those clear blue eyes, and showed her a smiled she blushed, her skin
turning a deep shade of red.
Yes, he had certainly met his share of faire women, but never one as lovely as
Lady Stark.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you so much for all the feedback, I like to write my ships with
     both POVs so expect a mix of them.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
If she had to pick the most awkward time of her life, this would enter the top
list. Sansa had suffered many painful moments and had left victorious in the
majority of them. This was rather more uncomfortable than painful but if she
had to get through then she would do it with all the grace she could summon.
To prove her maidenhead to the realm she had to stand trial before the queen
and the new High Septon, a scrawny and hunched little fellow that took the
place of that who people called the High Sparrow. Tyrion was next to her. At
their request it would be an enclosed event. Only Daenerys acting as witness
and the High Septon in the name of the Faith would be present.
The septon spoke with a clear voice and addressed her Lannister husband. “Lord
Tyrion Lannister do you swear with your life and incurring in the wrath of the
seven if you lie, that you did not bedded Lady Sansa of House Stark?”
“I swear for my life and for everything that is holy that our marriage was not
consummated.”
“And you Lady Sansa Stark, swear that you still remain a maiden?”
“I swear for the old gods and the new and my honor as a Stark that I have not
laid with any men, including my husband Tyrion.”
In that moment the queen spoke. “Not even during your wedding night and the
bedding ceremony?”
“No, Your Grace. Lord Tyrion considered I was too young and respected my
boundaries.”
“An uncommon man you are Lord Tyrion.”
Sansa had heard tales of how the silver queen had been married just as the same
age as her to some Dothraki warlord but her marriage had been quite different
from hers and Tyrion’s. It was even said  that her black dragon, Drogon, was
named after him.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Tyrion responded.
Then the High Septon spoke again. “Holding this truths to account and with the
permission of Queen Daenerys Targaryen, First of her name, Lady of the Seven
Kingdoms, Queen of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Protector of the
Realm, you wish for your marriage to be annulled.”
“Yes.” They both answered in unison.
“With the rights that the Faith gives me and with the agreement of both parties
from this day on Lord Tyrion of House Lannister and Lady Sansa of House Stark
are no longer united in the sacred vow of marriage or a constricted to the
duties that such contract carried.”
And with that Sansa was a free woman again. She kissed Tyrion on the cheek and
thanked him because she knew just how lucky she had been. She would never love
him but would be always grateful he never forced himself on her and even
allowed her to regain her name and freedom.
The four of them signed papers that proved what had just happened and with a
single ink stroke she was no longer Sansa Lannister.
===============================================================================
 
The next morning she woke up early to write a letter to her siblings up in the
North. Sansa couldn’t wait to tell them the good news of her annulment and the
possibility of returning home soon.  When she was done she took herself the
letter to the Grand Maester headquarters where the rookery was. The layout of
the Red Keep was all too familiar for her liking.
She arrived at the Maester’s chambers to find there was someone already there.
The new Grand Maester, as everything at the new court of Daenerys Targaryen had
been replaced. The Lannister puppet that was Pycelle had now been change for
Marwyn, better known as The Mage, who had been a crucial person in the Battle
for the Dawn. Sansa thought he was certainly more qualified than that
bootlicker of Pycelle.
The Maester was giving her his back while talking to no other than Prince
Aegon.
“Lady Stark.” Aegon called her when she entered the room. His eyes followed her
until she reached the both of them and Marwyn turned to attend her.
“Good morning Your Grace, Grand Maester.” If there was something Sansa Stark
knew was how to curtsy.
“Is there something I can do for you my lady?” The old mastiff asked.
“I would like to send a letter to my siblings in Winterfell if it’s possible?”
“For a beauty like you anything is possible.” This man was a bold one, rumor
had it he frequented the company of whores and strange people. But he was loyal
to the crown and a good person and in all her years Sansa had learnt that
sometimes the oddest person is sometimes the kindest.
“My congratulations Lady Stark.” Said Aegon.
“For what my prince?”
“I heard your trial with the faith went wonderfully and you’re a free woman
now.” He threw her a dashing smile and Sansa hated her guts for blushing so
profoundly. She didn’t even know how to respond so he kept talking. “I hope you
don’t leave for Winterfell too soon, we rather enjoy your company.” The way he
said wemade her question who were these other people. Now she was sure she
looked as red as the dragon that decorated his sigil.
“Thank you very much for your kind words Your Grace, but my home is in
Winterfell. King’s Landing brings nothing but painful memories to me.” The
Prince looked saddened by her remark but he was an unstoppable force.
“I understand perfectly what you mean, my lady must see the Red Keep as a place
filled with snakes. But I couldn’t forgive myself I you were to return to the
North still thinking court is such a dreadful place. Things have changed for
the better I hope.” It was true that nothing could be worse than Joffrey but
the capital would always be too tainted with intrigue and venomous people for
her. “I was hoping my lady could join me tomorrow to ride in the outskirts of
the city. A fortnight ago I found something that maybe you would appreciate.”
It was hard to reject an ask made by the heir to the iron throne, and curiosity
had peaked when he mentioned something in the Crownlands could interest her.
“I’m surprised Your Grace thought of me when this thing was found. I would be
very pleased to join my prince on the morrow.” She could also give knowing
smiles, she might been a maiden but her mind was no longer that of a child. 
Sansa handed the letter to Maester Marwyn, who had been stuck to a wall during
the entire exchange, excused herself and then she left the room, thinking maybe
King's Landing had some redeeming qualities now. 
Chapter End Notes
     I know Ive kinda forgotten about this fic in a while but the sudden
     influx of nice comments made me want to write again. Your love is
     what keeps me going
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
His horse was getting saddle when Lady Sansa arrived at the yard. Even in
riding clothes and with her hair in a braid she looked regal.
“Good morning Lady Stark.” And it was a good morning indeed, the sky was blue
without a cloud but not too hot, a perfect day to go to the woods.
“Good morning Your Grace.”
He had already ordered for her mare to be saddled and the grey horse was just
next to him. She approached him and Aegon helped her get up, even if it was not
his duty. Her hands were extremely soft to the touch, he noticed.
“If I might ask, Your Grace, where are we going?” She had been bold enough to
come meet him not knowing where they would be going and he cherished that.
“Please, you can call me Aegon, if I might call you Sansa, would that be ok?”
She doubted herself for a second but nodded and repeated the question. “Where
are we going, Aegon?” His name sounded so much better when she said it, he
hoped she would say it more often.
“It’s a little bit farther from the city, on the outskirts of the Kingswood.”
“The last time I went to that forest it had been burnt by Stannis, only ashes
and dead trees were what Margaery Tyrell and I saw.” The mention of those names
made Aegon remember that Sansa had been present during the entire course of the
war and that he was no more than a stranger in these lands. But he pushed the
thought away.
He mounted his horse and they departed. Aegon was eager to know more about
Sansa’s life and every little piece of detail she told him he held it in grand
value. The Tyrell girl had perished during the war but he had heard, that from
her staying in King’s Landing, they were the one the few that didn’t mistreat
Sansa.
“Was she close to you? I’m very sorry for her death, this war extinguished the
lives of many great people.” He felt dumb asking and besides this was supposed
to be a fun trip not something to bring out bad memories, but she still
answered.
“Yes, Your Grace, I mean, Aegon, if it wasn’t for Margaery’s kindest I wouldn’t
have survived those days at King’s Landing.” She said it with a certain tremor,
maybe afraid he would judge her for sympathising with what would be his enemy.
“Sansa, I can’t fathom what those bloody Lannisters did to you and if Margaery
Tyrell helped make it more bearable for you then I pray the gods they have her
soul high up in the heavens.” He was never much a religious type but anyone
that had been nice to Sansa Stark was good in his book. She smiled at the
comment and they mounted in silence until they left the city gates behind.
They rode at a slow pace, with their escort a few steps behind, something Aegon
wasn’t used to, so he had asked for privacy. They were admiring the beauty of
the field. Daisies and poppies sprinkled the grass and a light breeze kept the
flies at bay.
“My Lady mother loved those.” Sansa said, suddenly breaking the silence and
pointing at the flowers. “Up in the north is hard to grow flowers, but at
Winterfell we had the Glass Gardens where all type of plants and flowers grew.
She would always keep some in her room.” It was almost as if she was speaking
to herself but Aegon could appreciate the intimacy of the memory.  
“Where I grew up I was always on the constant move but I always dreamt about a
home of my own, with my parents and my sister, people I was too little to
remember, so I can’t even know how their faces looked like. It must have been
so wonderful to have such a grand family.”
It was like a dam had broken and for the rest of the trip Sansa talked all
about her childhood days at Winterfell. She talked of the summer snows and
snowball fights, about her little sister Arya and how she always got in
trouble, Bran climbing trees and castles walls, and for what he could gather a
very loving relationship between her parents.
They stopped at midday to eat and even though they had brought a royal tent and
all the gear to accommodate them, Aegon thought it was rather uncomfortable and
instead chose the shadow of a big willow to have their meal.
It was mostly cheese, bread and pastries but the best part was the delight with
which Sansa devoured her lemon cake. With their bellies full they sat under the
tree to rest, the two with their backs against the trunk.
Maybe it was pure instinct or maybe the cup of wine, but as he could feel the
heat emanating from Sansa’s body next to him it came to his mind that it the
only natural thing was to hold her hand.
He moved slowly at first, trying to find it without looking but once he felt
the soft touch of her skin he wrapped his hand around hers. She responded back
intertwining their fingers together. Neither of them said anything, they just
stared into the distance with their hands linked. 
He had fought battles, won wars and conquered kingdoms, but never his heart had
beat so fast as when Sansa rested her head on his shoulder. He was falling, and
he was falling fast.
Chapter End Notes
     Helloooo omg thank you all for the awesome feedback every comment
     brightens my day. I know this chapter is kind of short but It was
     longer but I decided to do the rest of the date from Sansas' PoV so
     theres that. Again thanks so much for reading
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Sansa came to King’s Landing she had only one thing in mind. Set apart her
marriage to Tyrion, give her thanks and head back as soon as possible to
Winterfell with her siblings.
So why was she holding hands with someone right now? And not just anybody, but
the prince and heir to the throne. Didn’t she learnt anything from Joffrey? Of
course Aegon was nothing like Joffrey, no one could be as horrible as he was.
But then again Joffrey had also been nice at first only to transform into a
monster later.  No, he had always been a monster, she was just too naïve and
innocent at first to notice.
She refused to believe Aegon was like that. Since the moment they met she had
felt a connection. Sansa could see in his eyes that he wasn’t just looking at
her for her beauty but that he actually listened to her and understood her
words. He was always eager to hear more and respond with a kind word. She
enjoyed his company and was really fond of those violet eyes of him, that
shined bright on his handsome face.
All this thoughts were crossing her mind while she rested her head on his
shoulder as they stared quietly at the horizon. Then some squire busted her
bubble of thought suggesting they mounted again.
He helped her get up and in fifteen minutes everything was packed up. She was
glad they hadn’t set up the royal tent. That they just had sat under a tree,
eating with their hands. When she was with Aegon, he brought a less ladylike
manner in Sansa she wasn’t aware she had.
He was very keen in assisting to help her get on her mare. He grabbed Sansa by
her waist and with a surprising strength, lifted her up to sit her on her
horse. After that shared moment of physical contact under the tree she became
hyperaware of every moment their skins touched.
Soon enough they were on the road again. Riding had always been an Arya thing,
she would love a horse and more if it was a race. Sansa knew the basics like
any good lady but it wasn’t her favorite activity. She always came back with a
sore back or legs and she disliked the smell of horses. However in the prince’s
company all that was left behind. She instead started appreciating the
loveliness of the road and the singing of the birds. But most of all she
enjoyed talking to Aegon.
When they resumed their trip, it was his time to talk about his childhood. He
was an excellent listener but he was also a great story teller and soon Sansa
found herself laughing at the antics of a ten year old Aegon escaping his
household to see the bravos duel for the love of a courtesan. He and his
entourage had jumped from city to city in Essos and he had a dozen of stories
or anecdotes to tell.
Sansa noticed how particularly emotional he got when he talked about the man
who raised him, Jon Connington, with a great sense of admiration marking his
face. 
“We almost arrive at our destiny.” Said the prince after what Sansa guessed was
three hours past midday.
By then the prairie had turned into woods and now they were navigating a deep
forest where the rays of sun filtered through the leaves.
“I found this place during my campaign from the Stormlands to King’s Landing. I
was taking a break from a council and wandered here.” He said as an explanation
while getting off his horse and telling her to do the same. “The way here is
too steep for horses my lady, but I hope you trust me.”
He helped her get off her mare and told his guards to wait for him there. “It’s
just a two minute walk from here if you’re so kind to follow me.” He smiled at
her and rejecting all her ladylike instincts, Sansa took his hand and followed
him down a small path barely noticeable between the trees.
They walked down a hill and soon the trail became wider and ended in an open
space.
The first thing Sansa noticed were the stumps. About five or six white stumps,
all from old weirwood trees probably cut down during the Andal invasion. They
formed a semi-circle and at the opening there was a small cave. The place
looked eerie but at the same time filled with magic, old gods’ magic.
He took both of her hands and faced her with real seriousness “I know it looks
somewhat scary, but if I can prevent it, no harm will come to you, I promise it
Sansa.” She decided to trust him and nodded. “What I want to show you is inside
that cave over there, is not too deep inside but I did bring some torches
because we’re going to need them.” She nodded again, still surprised by the
turn of events.
She noticed then the small bag he was carrying and when the two approached the
entry of the cave he lit one of the torches. “Careful there.” He said as he
took her hand again while Sansa’s mind worked a million miles per minute trying
to figure what was Aegon wanted to show her.
The inside of the cave was surprisingly dry but that wasn’t the most remarkably
thing. When the prince’s torch lit the walls of the cavern Sansa almost jumped
from the scare. A thousand faces carved on the stone stared at them. It was a
rich sculpting and every face had a different expression. Some were really
angry, others were sad and a few had grins that looked anything but playful.
“This was made by the children of the forest.” Sansa said in a whisper.
Suddenly this place felt too sacred to speak in a louder voice.
“I thought a real Stark would appreciate it.”
“Am I the only person you have shown this?”
“Hmmm, yes… Is that wrong?”
When she was little Sansa had always kept her mother’s seven gods. But during
the war and after everything that had happened to Bran up in the north and the
war with the Others, she knew the old gods held true power. She now knew how
real the children of the forest were and felt sorry they had had to live in
exile behind the Wall.
This cave showed just how much they had truly ruled and she couldn’t help but
to think of her father and the blood of the First Men that ran through her
veins. She even thought of Lady, and how Bran had told them they all had the
ability to skinchange, but Sansa probably had lost it with the death of her
direwolf.
Suddenly her eyes started filling with tears. “Shit, I’m sorry Sansa, what was
I thinking bringing you here.” Said Aegon when he noticed her cry.
“No, no, it’s ok, it’s beautiful, it’s just… it brings too many memories and
feelings. I’m really glad you thought about showing this place to me. It’s
really magical.”
The prince put the torch on the stone floor and without asking he hugged her.
It was a strong embrace, a comforting one and Sansa let herself get lost in it.
She relaxed and the tears stopped. He held her for a long minute until she
caught her breath and he slowly pulled apart, tucking a strand of hair behind
her ear.
She blushed at the touch of his hand and for a second Sansa thought he was
going to kiss her but he backed away and went to grab the torch.
“Well I don’t want my knights thinking I kidnapped you so we ought to get
going.” She actually wanted to stay a little longer with him but she had the
same thought and didn’t want to be the talk of the Red Keep.
“Right, right. But I still want to thank you for showing me this place. And
sorry I got so emotional.” He had wanted to show her something special and she
felt she had ruined it crying.
“Don’t worry Sansa, and I might be even so bold as to say you look pretty
beautiful even when you cry.” She was glad she was behind him and couldn’t see
her blush even more.
They headed back to the main path and mounted their horses again. They kept a
faster pace when returning so before dusk they were arriving at the city.
The sun was setting down when the two entered the yard of the Red Keep. It had
been a long day and a cold wind blew through the castle. Aegon helped her
unmount and insisted on accompanying Sansa to her chambers.
When they arrived to her door, they lingered outside of her room for a moment.
“It was a lovely day, it had been a while since I had the time to go out and
enjoy myself like that.” She said as she stared at those purple eyes.
“I’m glad you had fun, Sansa.” He paused and for a moment again she thought he
was going to kiss her, but he just kissed her hand and left with a quiet
goodbye.
Sansa watched him go, flustered and really wishing he had gone for more. She
entered her room and stood there with her back against the door. Suddenly a
crazy thought crossed her mind.
Had Aegon Targaryen ever kissed a woman?
That night she went to bed thinking only of that, and how soft his lips had
been on her hand and just maybe how better they would feel on her mouth.
Chapter End Notes
     Took some inspiration with Arianne II chapter from TWOW with the
     cave...
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Aegon woke up early in the morning. It had always been a habit of his. The sun
was barely rising and the air was still cold. Silence reigned over the Keep but
soon enough everyone would be waking up and he had agreed to break his fast
with Jon and Daenerys that morning.
He washed his face quickly and dressed with his house colors, it was a little
something that brought him joy after so many years dressing as a foreign and
having to deny his identity by dying his hair blue. At last he felt a true
Targaryen.
He made his way to the queen’s solar, still getting used to the complexity of
the corridors of the Red Keep and entered to find his half-brother Jon alone.
“Good morning.” He took a seat in front of him and a kitchen’s servant
approached him. “Fried eggs and bacon, please.” The maid nodded and left to get
his food. “Will Dany be joining us?” He had noted her aunt’s missing presence.
“No, she had to deal with some urgent matters, something to do with some petty
lords from the Crownlands.”
Aegon nodded and while waiting for his food, he grabbed an apple from a fruit
bowl in front of him and started eating. An awkward silence grew between them
until Jon spoke again.
“So… You and Sansa. I heard that you two went out riding yesterday.”
Words travel fast here at the capital it seems.He hesitated a moment before
answering. “Hmmm yes, I asked her to join me yesterday.” If they were being
honest Aegon was actually older than Jon but something about his brother’s
solemn northern face always made him feel like he had done something wrong and
was being chastised. And maybe courting Sansa was something Jon disapproved.
But instead the dark haired boy left out a light chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m not
gonna fret or anything. I think you two would make a nice couple.” Jon said
with a smile. “Also if you ever hurt her it wouldn’t even be me who you had to
fear, she would finish you herself.” He said it with a light tone but for some
reason Aegon didn’t doubt the power of Lady Stark.
He laughed. It felt good to laugh with Jon. All his life he had grown with the
feeling of losing his family. When Jon’s parentage was revealed, many of his
counselors advised him he should battle his brother and keep the kingdom to
himself. But in the end the enemy had proven to be in the north in the form of
the Others, and war between themselves would have been foolish. They united
their forces, and Jon proved to be a true Targaryen when he rode Viserion into
battle. Their bannermen started called him Aegon the Wise after that decision.
The rest was history for the maesters to tell. But when the war was over,
suddenly Aegon had a half-brother.
A good thing when you think the entire world is going to end, is that you grow
closer with those around you. During the battle councils and clashes with the
Others, Aegon noticed what sort of man Jon truly was. Loyal, a smart commander
and above all, honorable, he was glad to accept him as family. Since then the
two had gotten along pretty well.
Taking Aegon out of his musings, Jon spoke again. “So, do you really like her?”
He did. Everything about Sansa Stark entranced him. Her sky blue eyes, pure and
soft. Her auburn mane of hair flowing down her back. Her white porcelain skin,
covered with light freckles on the tip of her nose. Her hands, smooth and
delicate that sent shivers down his spine every time she touched him. Her sweet
voice. But above all physically there was the tenderness of her soul but also
the strength, from all that she had to live since little. The regal way how she
commanded herself. The sharpness of her tongue when she made those comments
that took him by surprise, all led there by her quick wit. She was beautiful
but also smart and most of all, he loved the way her skin turned red with blush
when he looked at her.
Oh he liked her alright.
Of course he wasn’t going to say all that to Jon so he just said. “Yeah, I
suppose I do.”
The servant girl arrived with his food when Jon said. “Well, I guess Sansa will
have what she always wanted.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It’s nothing, it’s just that when we were little at Winterfell all Sansa
wanted to do was marry some prince and live in a song. Of course she’s not the
same now, after Joffrey and the war I would like to think she’s wiser. But it
would be really amazing if her old dreams could become true. And I don’t know
anyone more princely and fitting for a task like that than you, Aegon.” Jon was
probably just jesting but it also meant his blessing and it made him smile and
think.
For Sansa he would be the most gallant, knightly, princely man she could ask.
Chapter End Notes
     Jon and Aegon, I want them to like eachother
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
She held the quill over the parchment, almost dropping a bead of ink and
ruining the surface but Sansa couldn’t bring herself to write. Doubts filled
her mind. Of course she wanted to return home, see little Rickon and her sister
Arya but every time she thought of going back to Winterfell, prince Aegon’s
face appeared in her head.
She had been for at least half an hour sitting at her desk looking at the blank
piece of paper thinking what she should write home. Telling them she would be
soon departing and head North had been her first idea but once she had decided
to start writing Sansa began to hesitated.
It was already night at King’s Landing and the full moon could be seen from
Sansa’s window. Suddenly the air in her room started to fill a bit suffocating
so she decided to go out.
Wandering around the Red Keep at that hour wasn’t her idea of fun and even less
when she was alone. The only place that she really liked was the Godswoods.
There she found peace amongst the elms and alders even if there was no
weirdwood tree.
She grabbed her darkest coat to blend with the nightfall and be left
undisturbed and headed outside. She was lucky to not find anyone until she
reached the woods and finally inside she was able to clear her mind.
The view from the Blackwater Rush reflected the moon in its waters and there
she could weigh her options. Returning to Winterfell sounded like the most
sensible thing to do but when she thought about it her time at the capital
hadn’t been that awful, actually she had rather enjoyed herself. There were no
more crazy Lannisters hurting her and Daenerys court was much too different
from Joffrey’s. They used to say the Targaryens were crazy, but if anyone had
been crazy that was Joffrey and Dany had proved to be a rightful ruler.
And most of all, she wasn’t alone anymore. Sansa had Jon, even if he was just
her cousin it was the closest she had to a family and even when she had been
distant with him during their childhood, the war had brought everyone closer.
And his long face always reminded her of Arya and especially of her father.
A sound of broken twigs caught her attention and she realized she wasn’t alone.
“Who’s there?” Sansa asked to the darkness of the woods.
“My apologies, my lady, I didn’t know I would find somebody here at this hour.”
She recognized the voice as prince’s Aegon.
“Aegon?” She spoke louder than she intended to.
“Aye, my lady, I’m sorry if I frightened you.” He stepped from the shadows and
saw who she was. “Sansa? What a surprise to see you here, a nice surprise of
course.” He stumbled upon the words.
“This is one of the only places I can feel peace here at the Red Keep.”
“Oh, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, I can go away now.”
“No, please stay.” She didn’t have any power over the heir of the Seven
Kingdoms but Sansa didn’t want him to leave just yet and she also wondered why
the prince had decided to visit the godwoods at night.
Aegon had started walking backwards to leave when he heard Sansa’s request and
approached her and sat next to her on the stone bench. She appreciated the heat
coming from him in the chill of the night.
“So, if I might ask, what brought you here tonight?” She asked him softly.
“I couldn’t sleep. I had a nightmare” He looked at her ashamed “I know it
sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t sound stupid at all, you can tell me if you want.”
He hesitated for a few seconds and then started narrating “In my dream I see a
man, at first I think it’s me, but when I get closer I notice this man is older
and looks sadder. He sets his gaze behind me, not looking at me but someone
behind me and when I turn I see a woman with long black hair, holding the hand
of little girl who looks much like the woman. They are both dressed in white
but soon their garments start to stain red with blood and I hear constants
screams. Then a dragon appears and is mounted by Jon and burns everything away,
all the pain. Then the man I thought was me smiles at him, he looks proud and
for some reason I long for that man to be proud of me as well but the shadows
cover me suddenly and just when I’m about to wake up I hear a wolf howling.
Then I wake up.”
All that time Sansa had listened carefully to every word and without noticing
she had grabbed Aegon’s hand so when he was finished she could feel the rise in
his pulse. It was obvious for the both that the man in his dream was Rhaegar
and the women probably his mother Elia. Did this mean Aegon felt inferior to
Jon? Maybe subconsciously, since it was Jon who had been the dragon rider and
the one who got Dany. Did Aegon had feeling for Daenerys still? Why a sudden
pang of jealousy hit her at that thought?
“I love Jon, I truly do.” Aegon said as if he had read Sansa’s mind. “But it
always fills me with doubt what my father would have thought of me, if he
thought of me as a failure, that I wasn’t the prince that was promised.”
It pained Sansa to hear him say all those things, to be so self-deprecating.
Although she understood the feeling. For many years she blamed herself for the
death of her father and when she lost Lady she felt as if a special Stark part
of her had also vanished. But time had healed those wounds and she was proud of
the blood of the first men that ran through her veins. She had to end that kind
of talk.
“Stop. I know it’s hard for you to understand this since you never met your
father, but I can assure you the love a father feels for their children in
infinite and he died fighting for you, your mother and your rights. And even if
you weren’t the promised prince, you still stood your ground against the
Others, when an unwise decision could have led to more deaths and war you made
the right choice by fighting alongside Jon and Daenerys and even if that wasn’t
enough for me you are the most gentle, wise, clever man I know and…”
He didn’t let her finish the next sentence by shushing her words with a kiss.
Sansa had been so occupied on her speech she didn’t see it coming. He started
gently but soon he got a bit more fervent and she was out of breath from her
speech before and now even more so she had to separate from him for a second.
She looked at him and he set his gaze down like he was going to start
apologizing when Sansa started kissing him again, this time wrapping her arms
around his neck and caressing his silver white hair. He moved his mouth down to
her neck and that sent shivers down her spine and caused goosebumps all over
her skin. While Aegon covered her neck with light kisses she looked up to the
sky and the full moon and thought maybe, just maybe, she could stay at King’s
Landing for another season.    
Chapter End Notes
     Some heavy stuff to ponder and finally some action... thank you so
     much for all the comments and support, they encourage me to write :)
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“…and we have to raise the taxes again even if the subjects are against it, the
war and the previous monarchy left the arcs empty.”
“I brought enough gold with me to repair the damage somehow, didn’t I?”
Aegon was barely paying attention to the council meeting, his head and mind
definitely in another place. More accurately remembering what had happened last
night at the castle’s gardens.
They had kissed, lady Sansa and him. He recalled the soft touch of her lips and
the sweet lavender scent of her skin. Their honor had kept them from going
further but when he accompanied her to her chambers and left her alone, a part
of him knew she was the one.
The one. What an awkward thought.But it was something septa Lemore had
ingrained in him since he was little. She said there was a special someone for
everyone but not many people had the luck to spend their lives together or
actually meet the person at all.
When he asked Jon Connington if he ever had felt that for someone his face had
gotten somber but answered with a yes. When Aegon pushed for more information,
Jon only said that it was the love he felt that had kept him going and refused
to talk on the matter again.
Now it was fair to say that Aegon himself didn’t have much experience when love
was being talked. But he also understood love wasn’t an important part in
political marriages. He doubted his parents even knew much of each other when
they married and he still resented his father for leaving his mother even when
the prophecy had been right all along and his younger brother Jon was prove of
it.
So to find someone you cared about and being reciprocated was definitely
something special and he felt he could have that with Sansa Stark.
The meeting was almost over and when Dany asked if there were any other matter
of discussion for a moment Aegon considered bringing up his liaison with Sansa
and making it official. But something about sharing without her knowledge felt
wrong so he pushed aside the thought.
The council was dismissed and he headed straight to Sansa’s apartments. It was
interesting how lost he would still feel in that castle but had memorized by
now the easiest route to get to her bedchamber.
After knocking on her door and being allowed to pass he found Sansa closing an
old book she was reading so she could meet him.
“Good morning Your Grace, I mean Aegon.” He loved the intimacy that saying his
name provided for the two of them.
“Good morning Sansa.” He stood awkwardly in the middle of her solar, just
staring at her for like what felt a really long time, forgetting why he had
come there and remembering just how close they had been the previous night but
then he came back to himself.
Noticing the title of the book Sansa was reading, it caught his attention.
“Mind if I sit?” He didn’t wait for a chance to reply and sat on a chair next
to the one Sansa had been on. “Dornish Influence at Court? Wouldn’t expect my
lady to do such heavy reading.”
Sansa sat again and answered meekly “The days here are really long and the keep
is rather empty now, so I asked the maester for some history books.” She said
in a lower voice “and I wanted to know more about your family.”
“My family?”
“Yes, since your mother was Dornish. Our maester taught us everything about the
Targaryens but in the north we don’t know much about Dorne. I once met your
uncle Oberyn at court, he was a good man and nice to me.”
It bothered Aegon a little that even Sansa had met his family and he hadn’t but
putting past that, it was incredible sweet of her to try to learn more about
him. He ought to do the same. In every way actually, he need to know more about
his own family and he would make the effort to know more about Sansa’s roots
too.
“Thank you Sansa, that means a lot to me. Have you find anything interesting?”
“It’s an old book so it mostly talks about Queen Mariah during the reign of
Daeron The Good but it has an appendix at the end written by another maester
that mentions your mother.”
“What does it say about her?”
“Sadly it just mentions facts regarding age and status, is not very detailed.”
He felt disappointed at the answer but he wasn’t expecting much then he
remembered why he had come in the first place.
“It’s ok, septa Lemore was kind enough to talk to me about her and tell me how
she was” He hesitated for a moment then looked straight to her face “Sansa,
what have you thought about staying here longer? I would be lying if I said I
wouldn’t miss your company very much if you departed north.”
She blushed a furious red but kept her gaze high “What we did last night… when
I returned here I was awake all night thinking. I do miss my home and my family
in Winterfell and I can’t help to associate this city with dreadful memories.
But yesterday and whenever I’m in with you I can see a bright side, I enjoy
being here. And I know Daenerys court is not the Lannister’s. Things are
changing and maybe I could do more here than up in the north.”
Aegon wanted to hold her, to assure Sansa that he would be always by her side,
that he considered him so lucky to having the pleasure of even knowing her and
that she considered staying in King’s Landing longer.
He reached for her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. It was as far as
he dared to go here in the sunlight, even if they were alone.
It took all his courage to say the next words, it was almost a plea “Please
stay. I will try my hardest to turn every sour memory you have of this place
and the people that hurt you into pleasant ones. That you can smile confidently
everyday and… if you allow me, to be my princess.”
Chapter End Notes
     I know its so cheesy I might vomit, but I love puppy love and these
     two have suffered enough to write angst so... Also sorry Ive been out
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