Born To Be Yours | Sansa Stark/Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader

Part Xl.

First of all... thank you very much for your patience 😭 I know it's been too long but I promise you'll be rewarded! Please let me know what you think and if you're still interested in reading this story! (Or if I'm still good at this x))

Months have flew by way too fast. And now you were feeling more confident around the northern lady and your family. You'd keep her from any harm they would try to inflict on her no matter the consequences, yet you were cautions cause Joffrey was still so damn annoying. Though since Margaery arrived to the capital she has been keeping him rather distracted.

"Because the truth is always either terrible or boring."

"Am I boring?" You approached Sansa from behind, daintily kissing her cheek.

"Not at all." She answered with a broad simper.

"You shouldn't be too obvious in plain sight." Shae subtly advised.

"You are right. We should be more careful." You peered up to see if the guards were staring your way, when you confirmed they were not you stole a kiss on her silky lips. She giggled.

"Have a lovely day. I'll meet you later. My grandfather requested my presence." It was true... Tywin wanted to speak privately with you, and you sort of imagined why.

"I'll be waiting for you."

"My ladies." You winked playfully at Sansa before walking away.

"You really like her, don't you?" Shae asked Sansa well knowing the answer to her own question.

"She is perfect." She let out a love sigh.

"You trust her?"

"The princess has always treated me with respect. I always dreamed with a handsome knight or a sweet prince, then I met her and she is far more better than any of that." Sansa confessed.

"She seems to be a good girl." Lord Baelish approached the two women.

"Lovely day for it. May I speak with lady Sansa alone for a moment?" Shae stood up and walked back to Ros.

"I saw your mother not long ago. She's very eager to see you. And your sister." He commented.

"Arya's alive?"

"Oh yes. Indeed she is. But... I've noticed you've grown quite attached to princess Y/N." He chose carefully his words.

"I have. She is and extraordinary friend." Sansa added. "I'm very lucky to be her friend."

"You are. I'm waiting for word on an assignment that will take me far away from the capital. When I set sail, I might be able to bring you with me. But you'd need to be ready to leave on a moment's notice." Sansa widen her eyes. She didn't really want to leave now... did she? After all she knew she'll never be truly free here.

"I... I'm not sure if that's a wise idea, Lord Baelish." She conflicted admitted.

"And why's that? Other than the risks it involves of course."

"Well, as I said before, King's Landing is my home now. It has good things despite the corruption." Only Y/N, she thought.

"All right then. The offer stands, my lady. Keep it in mind." He turned around to leave Sansa wondering if she'd abandon you to return home or staying here by your side.

"You are glowing, granddaughter of mine."
Tywin was jotting down something with a quill. "Is there a boy already?" It sounded more like a statement rather than a question. You tried not blush as Sansa's picture coming to your mind.

"Mmm... no. There is not a... boy." You concluded kinda nervous.

"If there is not then you should be looking for a suitable swain. I reckon you have many admirers waiting to receive your attention." He said with a serious tone. Does he really mind? Of course he does. He wants to get a hold of another loyalty for House Lannister. "Many lords would give their whole lands to marry you. And we might need that."

"But that's not what I need." You responded nonchalantly. It was true. All you truly needed and longed for was the love of someone who valued you. And you already found that in a northern lass. You knew he disapprove entirely your "reckless" choices, same as your mother. You'd fight back and won't allow them to throw you into some random man's arms. 

You stepped inside Joffrey's dining table. You always enjoyed to hang with the Tyrell siblings, but now that she's engaged to your brother... you wonder how she's been managing to handle him. After all, she's one of the cleverest persons you know.

"Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Hightgarden. I've heard Y/N do charity for the poor here as well." Loras commented. You nodded. The soon to be queen smiled softly your way.

"The lowest among us are no different from the highest if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart." You mirrored her act.

"An open heart is what you'll get in Flee Bottom if you're not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attached by a mob there. We had a full complement of guards that didn't stop them. The king barely escaped his life." You hid your smirk.

"My mother's always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger." You rolled your eyes at his lies.

"Oh but they were. You didn't even care about sending the guards to get lady Sansa back to the Keep. A king is supposed to ensure the safety of all the ones that are in need. You seem to keep failing on that, big brother." You sensed his furious glare upon you.

"Who cares about her anyway." You clenched your jaw tightly. Loras and Margaery keep their eyes on their dinner.
There was an awkward pause as the main course was brought to the table. The rest of the evening was all about the same. Joffrey flaunting about his "bravery" and Cersei flattering him all along. Margaery showing off a wide smile at his non sense.

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You strolled to your room exhausted after training with the bow and horse-riding with little Tommen. Before that you decided to pay a visit to Sansa's chambers. You knocked the door twice and she beamed with delight.

"I hope it isn't too late to stop by."

"No, I was about to get under the sheets. Perhaps you can join me?" She suggested with a gaily grin. You chuckled. Seeing Sansa being so... awfully bold was so nice and pure. Being around you made her forget about the fact she's a prisoner. It didn't matter as much when you were together.

"I'd love that." You entered the room, holding her by the waist and leading both of you to the bed.

"How was your day then?" You smoothly asked. She tossed to be face to face with you.

"Actually, it was wonderful! Ser Loras escorted me to the gardens with Lady Margaery and Lady Olenna. They were very kind to me. We had lunch together and chatted for a while."

"That sounds lovely, my lady. I've always consider Lady Olenna as the grandmother I never had. She knows me since I was a baby. Now that they are here I've been reminiscing about the good old days when we wouldn't stop joshing Loras about me beating him on a single duel. We were so young back then... I'll always hold dear those moments. He may be moody and brash at times, still, he is complete gentleman. Water's sometimes thicker than blood. That's for sure." The Tyrells were your second family, they welcomed you with open arms and never once judge you. Unlike your own blood, with exceptions of course.

"Back in Winterfell I was so focused on learning how to properly be a lady and all that, that I missed many things... I should've been closer to Robb, Arya, even Jon. I was mean." Sansa's voice cracked.

"Don't lose faith, Sansa. I know it's too much to ask for but life takes unexpected turns." You brushed one of her ginger locks with your right hand.

"I found a new home." She whispered lightly. "Not Kings Landing. Not this castle. You." She unhurriedly closed her crystal eyes. Your heart was at her mercy, that was a fact. You caressed gently her cheek and sealed the night with the most tender kiss anyone could dream of.

"You are my home too, my love." You breathed against her lips.