As You Wish { Labyrinth x Game of thrones}

Two Meetings

 Her room wasn't what most expected from a 16 year old. One side of her room were shelves filled to the brim with haphazardly placed books and toys from her childhood she still cherished beyond anything else. Her bed was closest to this side of the room, making it easier for her to go to the early hours of the morning just reading. To the left of that wall was the window that overlooked her backyard which disappeared into a forest she had once loved to explore with Jon. Below the window was her dresser which was now overflowing with her pretend clothes, the ones she used to act out scenes from her books.

One in particular, The Game of Labyrinths. A riveting tale about a Goblin King that fell in love with the daughter of the Queen of Love, he gave her all sorts of powers to woo her. He even gave her the ability to summon him with just the right words. Sansa said the ones from the book over and over but to no avail. She knew it was just made up but she still loved to pretend a far off King fell in love with her only to sweep her off her feet like a knight in shining armour. Her very own song of love.

Next to her dresser was her desk-slash-vanity mirror. All across it lay various makeup products even a crown of copper and iron she bought at the flea market down her street. They twisted together to look like it was made of branches instead of metal. It was one of her favorite things to wear as she pretended her king came to save her.

The desk part of the vanity held her school work she tried to ignore. She was never good with Maths and staring at it for hours on end wasn't going to change that much to her teachers chargin.

The young girls walls were covered in posters of famous singers be they pop or classical. She loved most the songs of true love and how wonderful their lives were. It was a dream she wished she could reach for.

Sansa still lay on her bed facing away from the door in anger. How dare they assume she had nothing better to do in her life? She was the envy of... no one, the girl thought with a sigh. No one wanted anything to do with her not since Joffrey dumped her for her good friend Margarey. It meant she wasn't good enough for him but he still had claim on her making sure everyone knew she was merely leftovers. Leftovers no one was to touch lest they face his wrath.

Sansa rolled over on her bed, opting to face the door again. Right across from her room was her parents where little Rickon lay sleeping like a baby. He really was easy to take care of. She tried to feel resentment towards the young child but found she couldn't. It wasn't his fault he was born. It wasn't his fault they disregarded her constantly.

Her eyes began closing, the wind lulling the girl into a deep sleep. She always found it easier to sleep with her window open. Her parents always warned her about birds or anything else getting into the house but it was her room and she could do whatever she wanted with it.

The heavy drops of rain pitter patting on her roof brought forth an image of a gentle bird watching over her. The mockingbird,she realized, flew above her keeping away giant stags even a lion who tried to sink his claws in her. Sansa knew she could put her trust in the small bird, knew they would never hurt her. She put her arm out expecting the small grey bird to land on her. Instead it flew in front of her and glowed brighter than anything Sansa could ever recall. She swore if this wasn't a dream she'd be blinded by it. As the light began to dim in front of the young girl she could make out a small figure of man. He was taller than her, just barely though sansa was tall for her age. She could see a billowing cloak made of grey feathers moving as if it had a mind of its own. His hand reached out to grasp her own pulling her close to him. He smelt of mint and like berries her and her mother used to grow when she was a child. Sansa could almost make out the man's face, the light surrounding the both of them almost dying out. She wanted to know who her savior was.