Hello and thank you so much for coming to read this new story! This is a tale that happens in the same extended Game of Thrones universe as my previously published Tyrion Lannister story, but it is not necessary to read that story first to follow this one.
As this story progresses, my focus is on Sansa's psychological state and how that effects her sexuality. Each installment will have sexual content, but it is not the central focus of this story.
I hope you enjoy it! Ratings and comments are always appreciated!
It was ten years to the day that Sansa Stark had been crowned Queen of the North. Under her leadership the North had prospered. They had forged peace with many nations, rebuilt many great castles of the North, and thrived as an independent country on the continent of Westeros. Queen Sansa was well loved by her countrymen and well respected by her peers.
As she gazed into the mirror in her private dressing room, Sansa clasped the black fur cloak over her shoulders and took note of the lines forming around her mouth. 'My mother had lines like these,' she thought. How old had Catelyn Stark been when she was killed? Much older than Sansa was now, yet she already saw the worry lines setting in.
Sansa sighed and picked up her antler handled brush to smooth her long red hair. At least she hadn't seen any greys sneak into her hair yet, but at this pace it wouldn't be long. The stresses of being queen were greater than she had ever anticipated. Sansa replaced the brush and looked toward the heavy wooden door of the room.
She needed to make her way down to the South gate soon before the visiting delegation arrived. Sansa had been expecting this visit for years now, but she was unready for it still. Sansa's brother Bran had been King of the Six Kingdoms as long as Sansa had been Queen of the North and they had met many times over the decade but somehow they had both avoided the topic of succession every time. But it could be avoided no longer.
The Hand of the King, Tyrion Lannister, and his family, as well as a small delegation from Southern Westeros were set to arrive today and Sansa knew that the main topic of discussion was the plan for both kingdoms after the current rulers died.
Sansa had no idea what her brother was planning. Bran had been crippled since childhood. He lost the use of his legs and lower half of his body after he was pushed from the broken tower in the Winterfell grounds. It was an assumed fact that Bran would father no children.
Sansa stood and crossed to the door. She had been dodging the questions of marriage and children for ten years now and she knew that starting today she had to answer those questions. Outside her dressing room, Sansa's head of security, Doran Endras, escorted her through the main keep and out to the courtyard. The courtyard was full of excitement. Every worker from the stables to the greenhouse, to the armory were milling about for a chance to see the visitors from the South. Winterfell employed and housed over three hundred people and the children of the workers had free run of the Winterfell yards. As Sansa stepped out of the Great Keep there were cries of adoration and she waved to the workers who cheered her. She recognized many of the faces, but knew so few of them by name.
Sansa thought of her father, Eddard. He had always seemed to know every Winterfell worker by name. When he saw them he asked them about their families and made sure they had enough supplies for the next winter. Sansa knew the people of Winterfell loved her, but she didn't always feel she deserved that love.
Sansa walked with Endras across the courtyard and turned South at the corner of the library. Sansa saw the women from the kitchens also walking toward the South gate as well as the boys from the stables. The blacksmith yard was still ringing with the sound of hammers on steel. Sansa peered through the heat vapors from their fires and saw a tall, solid young man beating a length of steel into submission. Each swing brought a loud crack of metal on metal and a flurry of sparks.
Queen Sansa stepped up beside Winterfell's Maester Grundwald and the rest of her personal staff.
The great wooden portcullis of the Winterfell Southern gate was being raised and the sound of approaching hooves and wagon wheels grew louder. The first wagon came through the opening and stopped to let out it's important passengers. A footman jumped down from the front of the wagon and opened the door. Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King stepped down from the doorway.
Sansa smiled to see his small frame again. Once long ago her husband, but now long annulled, Sansa and Tyrion had become friends and allies. It had been near three years since they had been in the same place and Sansa saw that it was not just her that had started to show some age; Tyrion's hair and beard were beginning to show a bit of salt and pepper.
Tyrion turned back to the wagon and offered a hand to the next to appear: his daughter Joanna quickly followed by her twin brother Jamie. Seven years old now, Joanna and Jamie were both dressed in Lannister red and had the signature blonde hair. Joanna stood quite a bit taller than her brother who was a dwarf like his father. They stood to the side as Tyrion helped his younger son down from the wagon. Four year old Tobias had a mop of blonde curls and bright pink cheeks. He was almost as tall as his older brother already. Tyrion kept Tobias' hand in his and the four Lannisters approached Queen Sansa.
JoAnna gave a cute little curtsy and a shy smile. Jaime bowed his little head and Tobias smiled up at Sansa.
"Hello your majesty," Tyrion said with a nod of his head as well.
"Hello Tyrion, welcome back to Winterfell," Sansa smiled in return then looked down at the three children. "And welcome to the North for the first time."
"Thank you, your majesty," Joanna and Jaime said in child-voiced unison.
"Was Her Highness, Linnea not able to make the journey?" Sansa asked Tyrion.
"I'm here!" came a shout from the door of the carriage. Princess Linnea stepped out of the wagon carrying a bundle wrapped in wool that Sansa knew was Tyrion and Linnea's newest daughter, Annafried who had been born six moons before. Linnea walked up to join her family with a smile. Sansa was somewhat relieved to see that Linnea had changed in appearance as well though in different ways. Linnea had not gotten back to her pre-pregnancy weight after any of her pregnancies and now she could be described as a bit plump. Her face was full and her cheeks were still pink and youthful. Her long blonde hair was braided back into a towering crown.
Linnea approached Sansa and knelt in a small curtsy before leaning in to touch cheeks with her long time friend.
"I'm sorry I am late," Linnea explained. "When this one is hungry, she expects to be fed immediately, no matter what noblewomen are waiting for us." Sansa smiled down at the infant girl who was blowing bubbles with her mouth and felt the awkward twinge she always felt around babies.