Sansa Stark Fandom Challenge: Sansa + lover picset & minific Create a picset/moodboard and one-shot minific about Sansa and any lover from the POV of the lover. It can be any other canon character, preferably true to character, and either canon or AU, but leave Sansa’s thoughts or motivations indeterminate.
Sansa Stark/Stannis Baratheon
Stannis Baratheon watched his wife. She was greeting high lords and ladies of the realm, smiling courteously at those she didn’t know, showing seriousness to those of solemn disposition, cooing at tiny babes in arms and all the while effortlessly weaving her way through the ebbing throng of nobles populating the new court of King Stannis, First of His Name.
With the realm and the widowhood had come a need for a new wife, a new queen. Sansa Stark, after two marriages both conveniently dissolved due annulment and death, had been by far the best choice – but that she had agreed to the match had surprised Stannis. She was not a biddable maiden anymore, not after all she had gone through if stories were to be believed.
And yet she had agreed, had said her words in front of the High Septon and had come to his rooms clad in a maiden’s shift.
Stannis Baratheon watched his wife. She was seated in front of a large window in the solar they shared, slender fingers flying a needle in and out of a delicate fabric, a long strand of auburn hair falling over her face. She looked tranquil, her features relaxed, a small smile tugging a corner of her mouth.
He frowned. His new wife was…nothing like Queen Selyse had been. She was young, she was beautiful – but more than that, she was kind and seemed to possess a healthy dose of common sense, being not prone to hysterics nor extremes.
She treated him with respect but there was certain aloofness in her that intrigued him. It was as if she had her own life that was not dedicated to his needs, and at times it annoyed him – at others it made him feel insecure.
Stannis Baratheon watched his wife. Her mouth was slightly ajar, her breath deep and steady, her bare shoulders peeking from above the furs. She looked peaceful, innocent even, in direct contradiction with what wanton activities they had engaged in the previous night.
She had come to his bed a maid, which had surprised Stannis who had not expected that at all. Not that he cared one way or another, but sensing her apprehension that night, as much as she had tried to hide it under a brave face, had made him for the first time to slow down, to be gentle, to pay attention to the comfort of his partner.
And thus a new life had opened up before him; a life filled with sensual delights unlike he had ever experienced. Intimacy, the slow erosion of the walls between the two of them, and for the first time Stannis understood what it meant for a husband and a wife to be one.
For some reason, despite pressures and demands of his kingship, Stannis Baratheon could not stop watching his wife.
