#sandersstark

[shadowofabear]

A King has Landed

The war had been long and hard and devastating. Finally, when she had lost enough, Kaura fled. It was not in her nature to do so, but this war had broken her and created her anew. She was flighty and secretive and nervous. If she was found, she was lost.

It took years for her to come out of hiding. Years to figure out that King's Landing was a sanctuary once more. The Dragon Queen had won and purged Westeros of it sickness. Life could go on.

But not for Kaura. Not yet. There was still unfinished business to be dealt with, and that business was her brother. If Daenerys Targaryen ruled Westeros, then Jorah guarded her back. If Jorah was with Daenerys, then that was where Kaura had to go. She would not be able to find peace until she had been reunited with him.

She had stayed in the Rainwood for much of her solitude, so the journey to King's Landing was much shorter than it might have been otherwise. She cared nothing for the journey itself and so she noticed little of it. Only when she came to the Lion Gate did she begin to notice her surroundings.

The city was happy again. People had food and shelter and all the whores they could ever want. Good. At least this dragon had been more successful than the last. 

She made he way to the gate of the palace where she was roughly commanded to halt. She had not thought of how to get past the guards. What story could she possibly tell?

[robinofthekingsguard]

sanders-stark started following you

"And who might you be?" Robin called out to the stranger traveling through Sherwood.

[shadowofabear]

"I'm dying..."

Kaura’s first thought was to laugh, but then she saw the look on Sanders’ face. He was not joking. “What do you mean you’re dying?” she asked, perhaps a little more angrily than she should have, given the situation. “People don’t just die!”

She might have believed herself if she had not been forced to face the sudden and irreversible deaths of so many thus far.

"You can’t die!" Not you too. I cannot fail another Stark. Please. She marched forward rather violently, but when she reached him, her movements became measured and soft. Taking his face in her hands, she leaned his head down so that she might place a kiss on his forehead. “I will not allow it.”

[toywithteats]

sanders-stark&toywithtits

Jeyne had assured her father she was going to go play with Arya. He had never been opposed to her spending all her free time with Sanders before but now that she was getting older, he seemed to think that her interests would extend to the boy she spent so much time with. 

"Sanders Sanders Sanders!" she rapped on the door to his bedchambers. "Open up I'm freeeee." she crowed in a whisper. "I brought lemoncakes..." she added in a hushed whisper. She had baked them herself, and her father had been quite pleased with them, but surely he wouldn't notice that half of them had gone missing when his daughter left to go pester the Starks.

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

[whispers] let's do it

[thetruekhaleesi]

♚

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Seated among a sea of pillows, the quiet tone of the evening had been set by the dim glow of candlelight. With her guests seated around her, an unerasable smile had been placed upon the Khaleesi’s lips for the better part of two hours. The only interruptions posed to her cheery demeanor were those of drink and song, though if there were a way for Dany to chew and grin at the same time, I assure you she would have found it.

After saying goodnight to Lady Stark, Dany had turned to address Sanders. The sunset had long faded to dusk, and she could only assume that he would want to be escorted to his chambers. Her offer was a bit late coming, it seemed, as the boy had already fallen asleep against her shoulder. And when she had turned to address him, he had subsequently fallen into her lap.

A small smile curled her lips, and she reached to gently grasp his shoulder, attempting to wake him from his slumber. “Sanders," she called quietly, giving him the gentlest of shakes, not wanting to startle him with the action. When he did nothing but shift, his arms curling around her silk-covered legs, a quiet laugh escaped the Silver Queen.

His journey to Essos had been hellish, of this she was certain, but this turn of events wasn’t one she could’ve predicted.

She sighed, violet eyes studying his boyish features. From the freckles that peppered his pale face, to his messy auburn wisps, Dany couldn’t help but crack a smile. He looked so calm, so peaceful, and looking at him made her think back to her child, and the vision she had of him and his father all those moons ago.

For a moment, it was as if they were the only two in the room. As she stroked her wiry fingers through his hair, she imagined the future her son would never be able to have. He would’ve been the Khal of Khals, the greatest warrior to ever live, the stallion who would mount the world. Oh, how she’d dreamed for her child’s future, for his happiness. Back when times were much simpler. Back before the hatching of her dragons — her only true children now.

She was stirred from her daydream when she heard Ser Jorah chuckle, the motion of her fingers stuttering slightly as they brushed through the boy’s hair. Her eyes turned up to her advisor, and she lifted a brow, as if to question what exactly he found so amusing about the situation.

He simply looked at her a moment, a knowing smile painted across his stubbled face. His words were few, but their message rang true.

"Mother of Dragons," he said, his eyes not once leaving the Khaleesi’s. "Mother of All."

[shadowofabear]

One Day Without Pain

She was glad that it had been the Hound that took her back to her room after her "questioning". Had it been someone else, they would have taken several more swings along the way. Kaura's nose was bleeding, along with her lip and eyebrow. "The Queen always leaves the boy's face alone," Clegane commented as they neared her quarters. "Interesting that she has so little regard for yours."

Kaura gave him a look. "She doesn't have to marry me." She sighed, staring at the heavy wooden door to what served as her cell. "Can you get me in to see him today?" she asked her guard softly. "Please?"

Clegane turned a dark eye on her but it softened. He gently touched her busted lip before nodding shortly. "Stay." He walked off down the hall, and she could hear him speaking with the guard at Sanders' door. Finally, he reappeared around the corner and waved her over. "One hour, girl."

She nodded her understanding and walked through the door when he opened it for her. Sanders was by the window but stood when the door opened. "Kaura!" he cried in shock before hurrying over to her. She waved him off and sat herself down at the table in the center of the room. "What happened?" he demanded.

"Nothing happened," she replied defiantly. "I ran into a few fists was all. They didn't get out of my way fast enough." His disparaging look made her laugh. "Come on, Sanders. What do you think happened? Jocelyn asked what I knew about your brother's movements. Obviously, since I've been locked up here for a month now, I know nothing, but she didn't seem to believe that." She reached up and gingerly touched the most offended spots, her fingers coming away bloody.

Sanders went and got a rag, wet it, then came back. Kaura tried to take it from him but he yanked it from her reach, then began to tend to the wounds himself. She let him, mostly because she was too shocked to argue. "Sanders," she said quietly, "you don't have to."

"I want to," he argued. "You would have done as much for me."

She opened and closed her mouth several times, searching for an argument he could not dispute, but nothing would come, so she let him continue. "Thank you."

He nodded. "What I wouldn't give for a single day when no one I cared about was hurt. One day without pain."

Kaura looked up at him sadly. "We may be waiting a long time for that day, my Lord."

"Indeed," he sighed softly. "Indeed we may."

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

+ sanders-stark

Daenerys looked to the auburn haired young man before her, as Missandei started, announcing her. He was handsome, and maybe just a few years younger than Daenerys herself. 

"You stand before Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Queen of the Andals and the First Men. Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. Breaker of Shackles, the Unburnt, and Mother of Dragons." she announced her voice clear and strong. 

Daenerys dropped her silver head in a bow, "It is a pleasure." she said softly.