Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Sansa Stark X Fem!Knight!Reader: Requested

A/N - This chapter was requested by user: Makouzumaki. I hope you all enjoy it.

"Your Grace?" Sansa glanced up at you with a smile as you pressed the door to her office shut behind you.

You had always loved the way Sansa would smile at you. With you near her she felt safe, and she'd never once hesitated in letting you know that. "What can I help you with?" Her voice was a smooth as the best Dornish wine, and you couldn't help your own smile that pulled at your lips.

"Your brother has written from King's Landing," you started, taking the few steps to stand across from her at her desk, and holding out the parchment. "He says he plans on visiting once winter lets up and the roads become a little easier to travel."

Sansa's brow furrowed slightly, and she took the letter from your hands, her eyes scanning over it carefully. "He doesn't give any reason for coming North. What could he possibly need that he couldn't send with a raven?" Her eyes flitted back up to your for a moment, a small sigh escaping his lips. 

"Perhaps he misses you," you started softly, pausing when she shook her head.

"He stopped pretending he holds love for me a long time ago," she uttered, her tongue darting up to wet her lips. "He's not been to Winterfell since he took the Iron Throne."

"Perhaps he is in need of your council," you murmured, attempting a smile, which Sansa accepted gladly, responding with one of her own.

"More like in need of my money," she snorted, shaking her head. "The crown was in desperate need of funds before the city was destroyed. I can only imagine the debt they're in now that repairs are underway." There was a moment of silence as she continued to watch you, her face softening. "Thank you for this," she uttered, waving the letter in her hand. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Your lips pulled into a small smirk. "When was the last time you took a break?"

"I'm taking one right now, aren't I?" Sansa's eyes flicked away from you for a moment, only just coming back to you in time to catch you raising an eyebrow at her. 

"You're smart enough to know that I don't count this as a break, Your Grace." You walked over to the door, pulling it open and gesturing for her to go through it. "You need time out of your study, and you need food."

Sansa sighed, giving in without much resistance and getting to her feet. "Fine," she uttered, moving around the desk to pass you. "Where are we going?" she continued, pausing outside the door as you locked it for her. 

"Wherever you want."

"I want to be in my office," she murmured, earning another stern look from you. "But, I suppose I could settle for my chambers if you're so fixed on being your stubborn self."

You wanted to keep the stern expression in place, it was something you had become known for early in your career. The pretty guard with the stoney face. But Sansa has an effect on you that others never had, and a small smile fought its way onto your lips. "Your chambers it is then."

You'd been through the same situation a million times before. It had become clear, soon after Sansa had hired you as her personal guard, that she was addicted to her work. There was a part of her that continued to seek the love of her people, and the best way to gain it was through working herself into an early grave. You disagreed. The best thing she could do for her people, in your opinion, was keep herself healthy and well enough to continue ruling. So, you'd set about keeping her safe, both from herself and from any other outside threat.

"You know, I should order you to allow me to keep working," she murmured as you reached her chambers. 

A small snort escaped you as you pulled the door open for her. "I wouldn't listen."

"I should fire you."

"But you won't," you uttered, glancing over at her as she slumped into her seat. She was exhausted, you could see it clear enough in the way she moved. "You enjoy my company too much," you added, moving to sit opposite her.

She hummed softly, her eyes closed as she leant back in her seat. "I guess so," she murmured, her lips turned up in the softest smile.

"I know so."

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