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strengthanddevotionâ:
âCan you?â Arya whimpers, their dad was a bit freaked out by period stuff so hopefully Sansaâs rouse would work. Arya sniffles, and wipes at her eyes. âI-I donât know how I canât be pregnant⌠itâs been nearly two monthsâŚâ Sheâd hoped maybe her period was just late the first time. She chews her lip, opening the cut sheâs already given herself again. âI-I want to test Sansa.âÂ
âY-yeah but - but it was my idea to - to have sex without the condom.â She mutters, looking down at her hands. To be fair they hadnât had a condom on them, and Gendry had been prepared to stop, but Arya had insisted sheâd get plan B, sheâd just⌠forgotten to do that part. âI-I canât go to school pregnant Sansa! Everyone will talkâŚâ Like everyone didnât already talk about everything else. The last thing she wanted was to attract that kind of attention to herself.Â
âOh shut up.â Arya snaps, wiping her eyes furiously and pulling away from sansa. âAnd if youâre not going to help at least be nice. I-I came to you in confidence you know.â
   â Shut up stupid, I am being nice. And Iâm helping. Iâm not going to tell anyone. â Sansa scoffed and stood up, then her eyes softened again when she looked at her little sister.Â
   She was worried; Sansa couldnât imagine having a baby, and Arya was younger than her. She hadnât even realized Arya was interested in dating yet; sheâd seemed so much like one of her little brothers sheâd almost forgotten that Arya would probably go through a similar realization of boys that Sansa had only a couple years ago.Â
   â Meet me in the bathroom attached to my room. Iâll be there in a few minutes; nobody will bother us in there. â
   Sansa made her way down the stairs and into their parents room. She made her excuses to Ned, who promptly retreated to the garage to work on something or other. More likely he was looking for an excuse to not worry about his daughters growing up. She snagged three of the pregnancy tests (Sansa didnât think their mom would use them again at this point ) and made her way into her room, locking both her bedroom door and the bathroom door behind her.Â
   â Hope youâre well hydrated. â She said, passing the wrapped packages to her sister and sat on the side of the tub, looking away to give Arya some privacy.Â
My Last Chance at Honour
a-maimed-man-and-bitterâ:
âThe Boltons?â Jaime wrinkled his brow. âAn interesting choice, to be sure. Was it not Lord Roose himself who stuck the knife into the Young Wolfâs heart?â
He looked to Littlefinger. âThis sounds little like âprotectionâ and more like a power play. With the lady as currency of some sort.â
He turned back to Sansa, cocking his head as if considering something carefully. âThank you, my Lady, for accepting my sword. Do you wish to do the formal oath, or should we just take it as read?â
He took his place at Lady Sansaâs side, a cocky smile on his face, aimed in Littlefingerâs direction. This had been a complication the man had not seen coming. He was smiling, but he had narrowed eyes. Like he was thinking.
âAre you certain you wish to do this, my Lady? I too found myself in the care of Lord Boltonâs men, shortly after your mother sent me to Kingâs Landing. It was they who attempted the rape of Lady Brienne and they who removed my sword hand.â
   Sansa shook her head; no need for formalities at the moment, though she would have him swear loyalty before a heart tree the moment they came across one. At the knowledge of even more of the Boltonâs evils, Sansaâs eyes widened, again betraying not only her fear, but also her youth.Â
   â Perhaps this matter requires more thought. Lord Baelish, weâll return to the Vale for the time and think the matter through again, now that we have more information available. â
   Sansa hadnât expected much from Littlefinger, and she wasnât surprised. â Of course, Lady Sansa. â He simpered. â As I have said, you would never be put in any type of danger under my wing. Weâll return together to the Vale; so long as Lord Arryn feels hospitable, that is. â
   â You will be provided with rooms, Ser. â Sansa directed to Jaime, and mounted her horse again, graciously accepting a helping hand from Baelish. â Theyâll be across from mine, so I can reach you easily if I have a need of your services. â
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xladywinterxâ:
âI meant the baby, Sansa.â Cat rolled her eyes. âIâm sure sure heâs going to give this one- and Arya to a nunnery before theyâre fifteen.â Sansa would be lucky if she wasnât on her way to a convent herself.
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He wasnât happy by any stretch of the unification but heâd lived through it. The prospect of two red headed pregnant Starks was not one anyone relished. Thank God the morning sickness for both of them had more or less stopped.
All that was left was for the babies to grow.
Still for Sansa it was all new and Cat had made sure to keep a close eye on the girl. âLove your belly is just going to keep growing- staring at it wonât help one bit.â
   She was staring down at her belly, which was definitely past hiding by this point. â No, Mom. Canât you see that? â Sansa pointed, not touching the tiny protrusion on the side of her swollen abdomen. A gasp escaped as it happened again. â Mom, itâs kicking!âÂ
   Sansa grabbed her motherâs hand and dragged her over to feel the tiny kicks and movements inside her.Â
strengthanddevotionâ:
Sansa looks every bit as horrified as Arya was. And far less horrified then her mother would be when she found out about the pregnancy. Arya suspected that more then anything her sister was shocked sheâd gotten pregnant. No one expected that of Arya. She never really fawned over boys, and certainly none o them knew about Gendry being her boyfriiend.Â
Arya licks the blood off her bottom lip and dabs at it with the sleeve of the Hoody she wears - one of Gendryâs sheâd knicked from his room after having to make a quick get away. Arya lets Sansa wrap her arms around her and finds herself leaning aginst her older sister, desperate for the comfort someone else can provide her. âI-I ned to test. I-Iâm so scared Sansa what am I going to do.âÂ
She blinks up at her older sister. âH-heâs um⌠heâs older⌠weâve - weâve been together a while and heâs great and - mum and Dad would just never approve and heâs getting ready to go off to college and heâs the first in his family to go and - and I canât do this to him.âÂ
   â I know where Mom keeps her tests, I donât think sheâs thrown them out since she had Rickon, do you want me to go get one? Sheâs at a womenâs conference, I could just tell Dad I need a tampon and heâll leave the room. â Sansa offered, not sure how urgently Arya wanted a test. It sounded like she was pretty sure, test or no, that she was pregnant.Â
   â First of all, you arenât doing anything to him. â Sansa stated, looking Arya in the eye. â I know you know how you got into this, and it definitely wasnât alone. Second, everything is going to be fine. Youâll go to school, graduate and then go to college. Whoever this guy is will do the same thing. Iâll help you, I know Jon and Ygritte with help you out too -you probably wonât even have to buy much baby stuff with how many hand-me-downs theyâll give you- and once Mom and Dad get over the initial shock, theyâll help you too. Mom will be super excited. â
   Sansa shifted off the bed and picked up a t-shirt that looked relatively clean, handing it to Arya to wipe her face with. She returned to the bed. â Donât panic, stupid. Everything is going to be fine. â
My Last Chance at Honour
a-maimed-man-and-bitterâ:
Jaime swallowed. That was the one detail he hadnât really thought through. Heâd been so focused on finding the Stark girls that he hadnât considered what he was going to do with them once he did.
âI doubt it would be wise to discuss such matters so publicly,â he said with a pointed glare at Littlefinger. âBut rest assured, Lady Sansa, I have a plan.â
He would be lying if he said Littlefinger didnât worry him. He had ten soldiers with him, Knights of the Vale if their livery spoke the truth. He and Bronn and Podrick had practised his left hand every night and every morning, but ten âŚ
Even if Lady Sansa accepted his vow and took him into her service as her sworn sword, she was too valuable a prize for Littlefinger to just let go. Jaime had no doubt he would have to fight his way out of here.
Perhaps Podrick had been right. This had not been the right time.
âWhere are you headed now?â he asked with a comfortable smile on his face. âI assume Lord Baelish is taking you somewhere safe? If you would take me in as your sworn sword and personal bodyguard, I could protect you on the way.â
   Littlefinger spoke before Sansa could. â Itâs no matter of yours, Kingslayer. â He said quickly, and hooked his hand around her arm to pull her away with him. â Lady Sansa is perfectly safe, and under my protection. As she has been since she was imprisoned in Kingâs Landing by your own sister. â
   Sansa didnât let him pull her away, however. She spoke up. â Heâs taking us to Winterfell, and I am to wed the Bolton boy. â Her voice didnât betray her, but her eyes may have. It was impossible to keep her panic out of them.Â
   There was no reason to trust him; no reason to accept his offer, or even to consider it. No reason, except the one in her heart that was called fear. Â
   Jaime Lannister had once been the greatest knight in Westeros. Everything had changed since then, but maybe he was still good enough to protect her, and perhaps he was now honorable enough to do so as well.Â
   â I would accept you as my sworn sword, Ser Jaime, and accept the protection my mother has given me. â
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xladywinterxâ:
âThe first one is usually early.â Robb had been right on time but heâd been the only one that had come on time. The first two had been the easy ones. Robb had kicked like the devil, but Sansa has been the most peaceful pregnancy sheâd had. Robb and Jon had so excited to have a baby sister they fused more than anything to see her.
âYour sister might soften the blow with your dad and the fact heâs going to be a grandad⌠your grandfather worries me more.â Hoster Tully was not going to like having a grandchild on the way much less a great-grandchild on the way. Her father always fused when she was pregnant.
Then again heâd lost his own wife in childbirth there was little wonder as to why.
   Her heartbeat had slowed again, and Sansa could finally start to make herself relax. She was only a few months along; she could easily make up a father, and it wasnât as if Joffrey would ever challenge her on it. He wouldnât want anything to do with the baby, especially if his mother had anything to say about it.Â
   Her family would all come around. Sansa had been terrified to tell her mother, but Catelyn was reacting very well. She knew her father wouldnât be angry, though he would be dreadfully worried.Â
   â Sheâll need to be careful how she words it to Dad. â Sansa smiled. â Sheâs only thirteen, Dad will have a heart attack if he thinks sheâs talking about herself. â
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Bronn thought for a moment. âOh, it was some time ago. He was held prison and taken to the Vale of Arryn.â He said. âWhen he was put on trial, I canât remember what for, he demanded a trial by combat and I offered to do it. Clearly, I won because Tyrion is still here.â He told her.
âWhat? Yes, of course I have other friends. I am not the kind of person with just one friend.â
   â He was on trial for the attempted murder of my little brother, Bran. â Sansaâs blood had run cold when she realized when they would have met; likely the only time Tyrion would have seen the Vale. â You would have seen my mother there. Sheâs dead now, as is my brother Bran. Neither killed by Lord Tyrion, so far as I know. â
   Ice had crept back into her demeanor at the reminder of her family, no matter that it was likely inadvertent. â Of course, in this kingdom, we are all held accountable for the sins of our fathers, so I suppose I could blame Tyrion for my motherâs death, if not for Branâs.â
jxime-lxnnisterâ:
Over that time, Jaime had started to recover. It may have been slow, but he was getting there. He knew there were plans to head South. In that time he had been thinking about if he wanted to go or not. Jaime wasnât sure what he wanted to do.
Jaime had no idea who else would be going South. Of course, Sansa would be, but he didnât know who else would be. Jaime was sitting on the edge of his bed when he heard the knock on the door. âCome in.â Jaime said as he looked over to see who would be coming in.
   She swept inside the room, leaving the door open behind her. It wouldnât have been proper for her to be alone with him, and there were already enough meddlesome rumours about who Sansa Stark may make a Warden of. (Or a King, some whispers wondered).Â
   â Have you made up your mind, Ser? â She asked, being blunt for a lack of time. â The parties will be leaving within the day. â
My Last Chance at Honour
a-maimed-man-and-bitterâ:
âHe - he said that?â Jaimeâs blood ran cold. âYou are certain?â
Joffrey had been a manipulative, evil, twisted little shit - but it had a ring of truth about it. If he had made the tale up then surely he would have inserted his own name into the story. It made no sense to use Jaimeâs.
âLady Sansa, this may be a difficult thing for a young maid who has lost her family to accept, but our houses were at war. Your brother was in open rebellion against the crown, and that does have consequences. My fatherâs plot with the Freys may not have been the most honourable, but it ended that war and saved the lives of thousands of men.âÂ
âLook, if it helps, I knew nothing of it. I had been your brotherâs prisoner for a year. I lost my hand defending the maidenhead of your motherâs personal guard. You yourself know that I returned to Kingâs Landing well after the Red ⌠after the incident took place.â
âIn Kingâs Landing, you were under my protection, were you not? As Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, I believed I could keep you quite safe while married to my brother.â
He took a breath. Furrowed his brow. âI was wrong.â
   â There is honor in war. Robb could have died in any of the many battles he fought against your fatherâs armies, but he didnât. So your father had him murdered at our uncleâs wedding, when he was protected by guest right. That isnât war, itâs cowardice.â
   Even as she bit the words at him, Sansa knew that he was telling the truth. It had been well after the deaths of her mother and brother that Jaime Lannister had returned to Kingâs Landing.Â
   At his mention of the Kingsguard, she had to bit her tongue. Sansa wondered if the knight in front of her would have beaten her at the command of his king. His son. There had been very few who had refrained.Â
   But Tyrion had been kind to her, and his mention of his brother softened her slightly. Tyrion loved Jaime, and trusted him; he spoke of his elder brother often. The only family member who had been kind to him, who had loved him all his life.Â
   And as angry as Sansa was with the Lannisters, she feared Littlefinger almost equally. She knew the way he looked at her, recognized the leers and smirks he threw her way when he thought she would be unable to recognize them. And while the Lannisterâs had arranged the murder of her family, the Boltons had seen it through. They had swung the sword that cut her remaining family down to one. Herself, and Jon Snow who lived on the Wall. There was nothing in the world that could convince her to go to them, though that was exactly where Littlefinger would have her be.
   â Where would we go? â Her voice was small.Â
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sapphiremaidâ:
Brienne bowed her head, moving to take up her position beside the door, fingers remaining curved about Oathkeeperâs hilt. Should any of the wildlings attempt to enter, they would meet the Valyrian blade personally.
Deep down, she knew she should be out there fighting with her soldiers. Not only was she Queen Sansaâs sworn sword. She also commanded the Northern forces. But if her queen desired her to stay, then stay she would.
Sansa leaned her head against one of the many stone pillars in the crypts. She heard no fighting above them, which had to be a good sign. Either a good sign, or a dreadfully terrible one. Optimism didnât come easily to Sansa, but she tried to think lightly for the moment.Â
â Lady Brienne, could you do a sweep of the areas around the entrance of the crypts? I thought I heard something crunching the snow. â
I TOOK EVERYTHING THAT I LOVE / CRUSHED IT INTO LITTLE PIECES.
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xladywinterxâ:
âYour dad and I arenât that old, Sansa.â Theyâd just started having babies quicklyâŚ. Robbâs birthday was nine months after their anniversary. Until this one thereâd been a baby just about every three years- or less- since. âI was barely twenty-two when we got married, sweetling. Donât say anything to your dad yet. He doesnât know. No one knows.â
Even with Ned she waited until she was certain there was no reason to scare the poor man and then risk losing them. Every other female in the family had awful luck with babies, including Catâs own mother. âAbout six months. Seven of it takes after Rickon and decides to come late.â
   âIf you go late and I go early my child could be older than my sibling.â Sansa felt faint. Rickon had been later than any of them had expected, but it had made sense as he grew older. He had been saving up energy, the little monster. Now he was a terror that could hardly be contained. Sansa loved him with all her heart, but she hoped dearly that her own child wasnât the same way.Â
   âWe canât tell Dad at the same time, heâd have a heart attack.âÂ