Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sansa Stark's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the list of titles of the Dragon Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She had once promised she would never go south again, but here she was, in the presence of another possibly mad Queen who could so eas...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "What?" Sansa frowned. "I'm the Three-Eyed Raven." Brandan repeated himself. "Right. You've said that. Repeatedly." Sansa grumbled, "This is the part where you explain what...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Tell them to leave." Arya whispered in her sister's ear. Sansa blushed, and then tried to protest weakly, "Arya, I just have one more meeting and then it's lunch. Can't we-" "No!" Arya shut her down, "Do it now." Sansa gulped softly, took a calming...
Author's Note: This story takes place immediately after my last story: A Song of Submission. I highly recommend you read that before you read this one for context. For those who didn't read it, be aware it also contains some incest content. This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell....
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after Season 7, but deviates from canon after that. ***** Sansa Stark was barely through the door of her bedchamber when she was forcefully turned around and pulled into a rough bruising kiss. For a horrible second she...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell. ***** Sansa was livid. It felt as if she'd only been back in Winterfell for a short time. After all she'd been through, the years she'd spent trap...
**Spoiler alert: contains spoilers through Season 8, Episode 4 of Game of Thrones. The feast was well underway at Winterfell. The Dornish wine was flowing freely. The living had defeated the dead once and for all. Arya Stark, the heroine of the battle, was off practicing archery. Daenerys Targaryen was standing alone, looking queenly. Jon Snow (aka Aegon Ta...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Ready to pay your debt, Lady Margaery?" Hearing those words would have worried Margaery if she hadn't become so familiar with the voice, and if her ass wasn't being squeezed. But because that was the case she turned around and smiled, "Hello to you to...
*** Sansa knocked softly on Brienne's door. "Brienne? It's Sansa. I know you sent word you were unwell. I just wanted to see if the maester was needed." "You may enter, Lady Sansa," she said. She almost sounded normal. Sansa came in quickly and shut the door. Brienne sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. She was undressed, still in her night...
Melisandre forged her path through the virgin snowfield of the Winterfell godswood, her breath coming in a billowing cloud that swirled amongst the falling snow as she stopped before the pallid boughs of the weirwood tree. She took some measure of solace in the cold and peace, content to let the snow comfort her svelte body as it encrusted her shoulders and...