Chapter 61
Chapter 61
Sansa felt herself shaking with rage. Especially in the face of a victorious Margery Tyrell. The one who had everything while she got nothing! Margery was a thief of the worst sort! Because no matter what, Sansa refused to believe herself to be in the wrong. The day when her father told her to run home with her tail between her legs, she did the right thing! She was born to be Queen! Her mother said so!!!
But she had lost…
Everything…
Not only her father, who Joffrey promised would only be sent to the Wall. The Wall isn’t so terrible as those southerners would paint it anyway. Otherwise her father wouldn’t have insisted in sending his favorite bastard there! And surely Uncle Benjen’s stories (that Sansa definitely didn’t hear about as no proper Lady should know of such things) about how all the Black Brothers revere House Stark and would bow down to all and any Wolf. Even a bastard one.
But her father had to play the stubborn noble fool until the very end and open his mouth! And so now that cunt Margery has got herself Sansa’s Prince! But Sansa? How did that cowardly Stag (or Lion if her father is to be believed) repay her for her loyalty?!
With marriage…
But not a royal one.
Sansa ‘Lannister’ nee Stark despised her new ‘husband’. She could now see where her father was coming from. Joffrey wasn’t her dream Prince anymore. Margery could have him!
But what had Sansa done to deserve a disgusting Imp in place of a promised Prince Charming from her mother’s tales?! A stinking cesspit in place of a sparkling palace! A tangled ball of vipers in place of beautiful and kind court ladies!
And the worst of all was the head viper.
The Queen mother.
Cersei.
Her goodsister.
Oh, Sansa would rather marry the disfigured Imp over Joffrey. Honestly, she would prefer literally anyone over the so-called ‘Crown Prince of Westeros’ now. And she couldn’t help but believe her father’s words. Because how could such a monster be legitimate? If all the ‘Royal’ children were borne of incest, then there is at least one true thing of the South that her mother had taught her. That bastards were no good. The sinful animals that only knew to seek to steal their rightful siblings’ place and sate their own disgusting desires.
Sansa would rather die than to marry a bastard.
But then again, Tywin Lannister’s Bane was hardly better.
It was as if the entire world had conspired to bring despair to Sansa Stark. At first she didn’t even understand what had happened. When that despicable bastard disappeared somewhere, alike her Lady mother, Sansa was glad. Because Jon Snow was the bane of her existence.
It wasn’t just that he was Robb’s age making him a real threat to their birthright should he be legitimiZed, but his attitude. Where another Snow would try to grow closer to their trueborn siblings in hope to earn a place in their household as her mother always told her, her so-called brother didn’t seem to care. At all. Sometimes, when she caught him looking, his gaze wasn’t filled with longing, hatred or envy, the things understandable for a bastard. No. It was contempt.
As if them, the trueborn Starks were something lesser or lacking.
Honestly, most of them were relieved and couldn’t understand her Lord Father’s fury. After all, what is in one bastard? Compared to all his trueborn children, a Snow was worth less than a Stag. Nothing. Born as nothing to live having nothing and die having nothing. That was the duty of a bastard.
Sometimes late at night, Sansa would even fantasize. What would be if she was the Lady Stark? In her mother’s place? Oh, she would certainly throw the disrespectful nuisance out into the cold snow where he truly belongs. Or better yet, send him to the Wall. Honestly, she still doesn’t understand how her own Lady mother could bear the shame of his existence for so long…
But that was a thing of the past.
What happened afterwards at first had seemed like a dream come true but turned into her worst nightmare. She was going to the Red Keep to become a Princess! While one thing she would have preferred to avoid was Arya’s presence, at the time she chose to bear it. After all, perhaps the tactless barbarian would gain some manners? Or maybe some Lord might chose to wed her sister out of pity regardless of her strangeness and lack of proper conduct? Although the shame her younger sister brought to her by her mere existence, Sansa could have lived without.
But her dreams crashed into pieces. And while she did tell Joffrey of her father’s plans to leave the Red Keep, she still believes that she had done the right thing at the time. If only her father was still alive, if sent to the Wall! After all, was it not him who said that taking the Black is a great honor? If only Joffrey held true to his word, she would have been a Queen! Not a voiceless hostage to keep her older brother in line!
Luckily, the world is not without wonderful people. She probably couldn’t have lived with the shame of being defiled by a disfigured Imp. But by the time of their ‘marriage’, she was no virgin. And she would be lying if she were not to admit that it was the best night of her life. Oh, it was just like she expected and dreamed of! With petals of roses and sheets of the finest silk! And so what that the man she was with was old enough to be her father? Or that he was her mother’s best friend? Although she is still confused at getting called Cat in the morning. But that wasn’t what she thought it was about! Petyr said so! The servants in the Red Keep surely are lazy and spoiled for letting animals wander into their masters’ chambers! And finally, there couldn’t have been anything between Petyr and her mother because her Lady mother would have told her! And Petyr loved her! Lady Stark! He told her so!
Oh, if only she could have married him instead! But he told her that they will be together. She believes him! Surely he will take her to Riverrun and they will be happy in the Riverlands! After all the things she has been through, she deserves to be!
If only foolish Sansa knew that the Imp she was raining curses upon was probably the best thing that could have happened to her. And that Petyr that she had such a high opinion of, wasn’t even half the man the misshaped Lannister was. Not with a redheaded whore of certain resemblance to a certain highborn Lady in every single one of his brothels. Not that a smart person would ever be so foolish as to call a brothel owner, honorable. But if there was one word one would use to describe Sansa Stark, it surely wouldn’t be smart.