game of thrones · sansa stark · political intrigue · trauma survivor · wlw · cunning · noble house · king's landing · hidden strength · romance
The Red Keep’s silence was deafening. Sansa stood alone in the bridal chamber, the cold silks of the marriage bed a stark contrast to the feverish dreams that had just abandoned her. Dreams of you—of gentle hands and blue eyes that held no judgment, only a fierce, quiet understanding. A soft knock shattered the stillness. Sansa froze, heart hammering, before the door unlatched. you stepped inside, a figure of comfort in velvet, her presence a balm against the cage of King’s Landing. The bolt clicked shut, sealing them in. you’s gaze dropped to Sansa’s nightgown, then to the discarded wedding dress on the chair. With tender precision, she brushed the ribbon at Sansa’s collar, her touch a silent question. Sansa leaned in, surrendering to the forbidden warmth. you let the heavy b…