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Sansa could only smiled widely, nodding in agreement–they did have to get moving if they wanted to do this tonight. As Willas left the room to go talk to Loras, Margeary told Arya to go to her room and grab the dress in question while she rifled through Willas’ closet for something appropriate for him to wear. She could only laugh as she heard the ruckus coming from Loras’ room, nodding at Willas as he walked by.

“We’re going to be sisters!” Margeary exclaimed, squeezing Sansa’s hand briefly as she flitted around the room, pulling Sansa along to her room to grab some things to do her hair and makeup once they got there. “I know Grandmother will be furious that we didn’t wait to have a huge wedding but you’ll still look stunning, I promise.” They met up with Arya and eventually, a red-faced Loras exited his room, grinning sheepishly at them and offering his congratulations. 

They went and joined Willas down by the cars, “We can’t all fit in one.” Margeary mused, “I’ll drive one–Loras, you drive the other. You two ought to get some rest on the ride there.” She smirked, and vaguely Sansa heard Loras making a joke about neither of them getting much sleep tonight. She blushed, but couldn’t keep the smile from her face. They were really doing this.

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The image of Loras in front of his computer skyping Renly will never leave Willas’ brain. As much as he wanted it to it wouldn’t. Going downstairs Willas woke up the head maid, someone he’s known since he was a child. He told her he would be away from the house for a number of days and would be back as soon as possible but, to tell no one he was away. 

He also told her that Sansa and Margeary were taking their leave for King’s Landing at the same time. The maid told him she understood. “Be safe.” At that she returned to her cozy bed downstairs. There wasn’t much for him to do to get the car ready besides check the engine and the oil to make sure they would be able to make the trip.

“You just want an excuse to drive my Rolls-Royce.” He accused Margeary with a slight pout. Willas never let anyone drive his cars. 

“Do you want to drive and be tired for your wedding?” She asked holding out her hand for the key. Pouting Willas handed the key over.

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Sansa giggled as Willas pulled them out of sight, kissing him back with equal fervor. What they were planning to do was crazy but Sansa hadn’t been so happy in a long while, the impending threat of marrying Joffrey gone and the prospect of actually getting to be with the one she loved making all the risk worth it. “We are.” She beamed at him, hand cupping his cheek as she leaned in to press a kiss against his lips, “And I’m yours. Always.”

Somewhere in the room Sansa could hear their sisters speaking but it didn’t matter to her at that moment; all that mattered was Willas. She smiled softly, returning his kisses before leaning her forehead against his, “I love you too. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.” She said happily, lacing their fingers together, “I can’t wait to call you my husband.”

She kissed him deeply once more, before pulling away and listening to the chatter going on between their siblings, “I think we ought to get back in there before Margeary plans the entire wedding for us.” She said with a laugh, running a hand lightly through his hair but making no move to leave their spot.

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“If we don’t get moving we wont be able to make adjustments to the dress.” He whispered placing another kiss to Sansa’s soft lips. They did have to get going if they were going to pull this off. “Come on.” He whispered against her lips tugging on her hands lightly. Returning to his bedroom Willas wrapped hi arm around Sansa’s waist kissing the side of her head. 

Margeary told them the dress she had in mind for Sansa to use as her wedding dress. At that Willas told his sister to just grab whatever would match from his own closet. Picking up his phone he stepped out of the room for not very long before poking his head back in. “That was Oberyn he wants two ounces as payment.” Checking over his phone he smiled at Sansa. “I’m gonna go tell Loras whats going on.” Heading down the hall there was loud screaming and crashing. Slamming the door shut Willas walked away and past his room. “Gonna go get the car ready.”

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Sansa wrung her hands anxiously when Willas left the room, she couldn’t believe they had just been arguing and now they were talking about getting married. Could she do this? She wasn’t normally one to disobey. As if sensing her distress, Arya came over, her expression serious. “Sansa, you know you won’t be happy with Joffrey. And if he hurt you, Robb would kill him–if I didn’t get there first. You can’t marry him, it would be a disaster… father would understand.” She said, shaking her head. Sansa knew she was making sense–Joffrey would never change, and Arya didn’t know about the things he’d done like Willas did. And didn’t their father want their happiness above all else?

Before she knew it, Willas had returned and led her out onto the balcony. This entire evening had been crazy, but it still didn’t prepare her for seeing him get down on one knee, holding a ring out and proposing. She froze, a warmth spreading throughout her chest as she gazed down at him. It was hasty and maybe a little reckless, but… she could marry Willas. They could be married tonight and–for all the arguments she’d put up, how could she ever even think of going through with a sham of a marriage to Joffrey when a lifetime with Willas was being offered to her? “I–” She breathed out, a smile breaking out across her face, “Yes, yes, Willas, I–” She could only nod, sinking down to the ground, level with him, and pressing her lips against his.

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Standing suddenly Willas fell forward against Sansa. Moving them behind the curtain he eased his new fiance against the limestone wall. Bracing himself against the wall Willas kissed the firey red head eagerly. They were hidden away from Arya and Margeary’s prying eyes but, they heard everything. Willas’s adrenalin was pumping fast through out his body. 

Tucking hair behind Sansa’s ear Willas kissed her on the lips then moved down to her neck. He was whispering against her ivory skin the word fiance. They wouldn’t be engaged for very long. Once they got to Dorne they would start getting ready to marry. “We’re engaged.” Willas always said he was Sansa’s. He thought it was wrong to even think he has claim over someone to stunning and he rather belong to her then own her. “I’m your fiance.”

Margeary and Arya could be heard whispering to each other excitedly. They called for Willas and Sansa to get in the room so they could get started packing and how Sansa could wear Margeary’s prom dress. “I love you, Sansa. I love you.” He was back to kissing her lips eagerly. 

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Sansa could only roll her eyes at Margeary’s reply. She could never truly be angry at either of them–Margeary was her best friend and Arya… well, they’d gotten much closer after their father’s death. “Arya doesn’t need any lessons on how to snoop.” she pointed out, a wry grin on her face.

She stood and went over to Willas, taking his hand and facing him, “Do you really think we could do it?” She asked, gazing up at him, “This isn’t just–I don’t want to force your hand just to keep me from marrying Joffrey.” She said quietly, so their sisters couldn’t hear. Of course, if she could do whatever she pleased, marrying Willas would absolutely be her choice, but she didn’t want to trap him.

Arya was leaning against the doorframe, “I’ve always wanted to visit Dorne, you know.” She said, too innocently. She scowled when Margeary mentioned the upcoming wedding, “All the more reason for a trip to Dorne now.” Sansa’s head was spinning–Arya was actually trying to convince her to defy their family? Well, when she put it that way, it wasn’t surprising.

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“I’m gonna go call him now.” Going onto the balcony and he called Oberyn even though it would be later there he knew the Dornish Prince would be up. The conversation started out quick and ended quickly. “He said if we don’t go to Dorne he’ll-YEah I’m not gonna repeat that to my sisters and fianc-” Setting his phone on his desk Willas left the room and vanished down the hall.

“I have to find out what Oberyn said.” Margeary went over to the desk and picked up the phone texting the Dornish Prince giggling. When home she acted much more child like. Storming back into the room Willas looked over at his sister and didn’t say anything. 

Going back over to Sansa, Willas took her out onto the balcony. Getting down on his good leg he held up a small green ring box with a golden rose painted on the top. Opening it he revealed Olenna’s old ring. It was a large golden ring with diamonds scattered all over the petals and a crystal settled in the center. 

“Sansa Stark, I would be honored if you agreed to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

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“Willas, I want to, I just–I don’t want to get my hopes up.” She said softly, she had no doubt Oberyn would be able to help them, but they couldn’t stay in Dorne forever. Eventually they’d have to come clean and what would happen then? Her eyes darted over to the doorway, an unwilling smile tugging at her lips, “Could be either one.” She said, shaking her head. When Willas opened the door she brought her hands to her face, to hide both her blush and the grin she was sporting, “At least Marg attempts to be subtle.”

Arya crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, ignoring the fact that she was the one intruding, “Sansa, who cares what the Lannisters want–you deserve better than Joffrey.” She spat his name out, she’d never hidden her hatred of Sansa’s fiance. “You know Robb and Mother care more about you being safe than whatever agreement our father made.” They’d be mad at first, of course, but the situation wasn’t leaving Sansa a lot of choice–and Arya definitely did not want her marrying Joffrey.

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“I only did it after I saw Arya with her ear pressed against the door!” Margeary was in her nightgrown and her hair was pulled up into a perfectly messy bun. 

“So you got her a drinking glass to snoop better?” 

“I told you I was thinking about becoming a teacher. Arya seems like a logical student.” She giggled 

Turning around Willas pulled on a shirt and buttoned three of the buttons. “That one is baked and useless.” He said pointing to Margeary and returning to Sansa’s side. “I could call Oberyn see what he has to say that way I’ll know this isn’t influenced by emotions running to high.”

Margeary was standing in the doorway watching Willas and Sansa. It was because of her that they met and it was because of her they were able to have this affair. “When would this happen Willas? She marries in just a few weeks.”

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Sansa leaned into his touch, immediately calming in his embrace. Willas could always do that–everything was better with him by her side. It was unfair, cruel really, that they felt this way for each other and yet were expected to let each other go. She wanted to help her family, to be honorable and do what was expected of her as her father had, but at the same time… her father’s honor had gotten him killed. She was sure, if her mother of siblings had to choose, they’d rather Ned Stark be back with them, even at the expense of his infamous honor. So was it really the best path for her to follow as well?

She could see that something in Willas had changed, a thought crossing through his mind that had given him pause, but she was still surprised when he voiced it. “Married? I–Willas, we couldn’t possibly get away with it.” She said out of reflex. “…right?” There were a million reasons to say no, but all Sansa could think of was how right it felt, marrying Willas. “The Lannisters, they would be furious.” She warned, “Who knows what they’d do–they could… they could hurt you, Willas.” She said softly, after what had happened to her father, she feared there was nothing the Lannisters wouldn’t do, especially if they felt they’d been insulted. She wanted to say yes, but there was so much to consider.

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“Oberyn owes me. Not because of the accident I bet him in a swimming contest.” He added that in since everyone assumed Oberyn was in debt to Willas for the rest of his life. There was a mumbling behind the door leading to the hallway that could be heard after Willas fell silent. “My sister or yours?” He asked kissing Sansa on the lips by lifting her chin up as he stood. Going over to the door he opened it to see both of them with drinking glasses.

Margeary pretended to be looking out the window sipping a drink that wasn’t even in the glass. Arya stumbled forward falling towards Willas. Holding her arm out he caught the youngest Stark daughter. “The two of you together is dangerous and I don’t trust it.” There was a tone of joking in his voice. Arya stood up holding the glass behind her back.

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She hated crying over this, she thought she had accepted it. More than that, she hated making Willas upset–knowing her actions were hurting him made her feel horrible. But still, she couldn’t refuse him anything, so she moved slowly over to him, taking his offered hand and sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, trying to quell the emotions finally bubbling to the surface. This marriage wasn’t what she wanted, and it never would be no matter how much she tried to make it so. “I’m s-sorry.” She said, sniffling a bit and shaking her head, “I don’t want to fight with you.” She had wanted to enjoy the time they had left together, to pretend that maybe it could go on forever.

At his words, she looked up at him, a watery smile making it’s way onto her face despite herself. She wanted that too, so much that it hurt because it was so out of reach. “Maybe a boy with your curls. A girl with my hair and your eyes.” She murmured wistfully, her hand coming up to his face, fingers twining delicately through his hair. “I want it too, Willas.” She admitted tearfully, her heart breaking at the idea of such a happy future being denied to both of them.

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Once Sansa was sitting next to him Willas pulled her closer and raked a hand through her hair as well. Children that looked like them was what they both wanted. An it was a risk if she got married and the affair continued on. They might break and sleep with each other and it would put the risk of Willas’ child being raised by a monster. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He whispered into the top of her head and pressed a kiss there.

The idea started to form when Willas glanced over to a picture of him with Oberyn back in Dorne before the accident. When the Tyrells and the Martels got along. “What if we got married?” He asked reaching across Sansa to get his phone from off the nightstand. Turning it on he looked at the time. It was only nine pm. “We could go to Dorne. Oberyn is a prince he would be able to help us.”

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“They’re not asking me to do anything–I’m doing this for them, because I can’t lose anymore of them. I won’t.” Losing her father had hurt enough, and if this could keep her family safe she would do it without complaint. They all had to make sacrifices–her parents had sheltered her from that but when she had gone to Kings Landing she had learned life was not a song or a fairytale, no matter how much it may seem that way when she was with Willas. She couldn’t have it all, and she thought she had accepted it, but Willas speaking like this made it that much harder–she wanted him, and Highgarden, and the Tyrells as her family, not Joffrey and Kings Landing and the Lannisters.

What about your future children? Sansa swallowed thickly, her breath leaving her as she thought of her children. She wanted a family, a big one like she had grown up with–some called it silly or old-fashioned but Sansa loved children. And the thought of those children growing up to see the loveless marriage she’d have with Joffrey–no child deserved that, or the abuse Joffrey would heap onto them. Even if he loved them–something Sansa wasn’t even sure he was capable of feeling for anyone–he would never be a good father. Not like Robb, or her father, or Willas. She stifled a sob, turning away and shaking her head, “That’s not fair, Willas.” Her suffering she could take, she would bear it for her family, but she couldn’t allow the same to befall her children. “I can’t–” She wiped at her eyes, turning back to him, “I don’t know what to do.” She admitted finally.

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This isn’t how they had wanted to spend their night. Fighting and arguing what feels a never ending debate. Rubbing his eyes with a groan Willas looked over to Sansa. A knife plunged into his heart at the sight of hear tearing up and looking away from him. “Lupa.” He whispered sitting down on the bed he held out his hand for Sansa. “Please, come here.” 

His heart was beating faster then normal from all the tension in the room revolving around her engagement. “I know I want my children to have your beautiful hair and smile. For your kindness to be rubbed off on them. That’s what I want for my children.”

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Sansa remained willfully silent, not answering his question. It was a fair one, for she knew Joffrey would never really change, though a small part of her still hoped that they would grow to tolerate one another. But at his next words, Sansa strode after him, her voice betraying the hurt she felt, “Is that what you think I’m doing? Stringing you along? You act like this–you–you really think that if I could I wouldn’t choose you in a sec–” She cut herself off. It did no good to dwell on what she would do if she could, or what she wanted. It wouldn’t change reality.

She stood only a few feet behind him, not trusting herself if she got any closer. And then he mentioned, not her impending marriage, but his own. It hadn’t been decided yet but Sansa knew it would happen–someone like Willas wouldn’t have any trouble finding a bride, one that would likely love him, maybe not as much as Sansa did but still. Someone who could maybe, in time, make him happy. Someone that wasn’t her. And that thought made her chest ache, eyes stinging. “I will… hope that she deserves you. And… I would miss you, but it wouldn’t be fair for me to expect anything from you.” She said quietly, it was all she could manage to say.

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Turning to look at Sansa he frowned deeply to himself. “I know you’re not that if you’re family hadn’t put you in this situation but, for them to ask you to follow through after what happened to your Father.” For a year Willas told himself this day was coming and soon enough he would have to let go. He had planed to let it end silently but, he couldn’t. Not after having spent the day with her gardens play with Sarrac his hawk. Not after holding her through a nightmare in the middle of the night or after she saw his leg without the prosthetic. 

At this point he saw no other way to get Sansa to think rationally. Sighing he moved away from the door jam. “What about your future children? That little boy you want so much-” He was going out onto the massive balcony. “-do you think Joffery will leave him alone? Or his sister who looks just like Arya?” Arya was actually in Highgarden with them. She was getting ready for University herself and was looking into a program in Highgarden. It would be a good place to start her education especially with the in Willas had. 

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“I don’t have a choice!” She nearly snapped at him, standing up, arms crossed defensively over her chest, “It’s already been decided–by my father and Robert before they died. My family–” She shook her head, “Is in a precarious enough position without me breaking this arrangement. I have a duty to my family, Willas, what I want doesn’t matter.” While the Lannisters held so much power through the Baratheon name, Sansa couldn’t risk angering them and making things worse for her family–she wasn’t brave, not like Robb or Arya, but she could do this for them, she had to.

“And maybe… when we’re family he won’t be so…” She trailed off, shaking her head and looking down. She had been foolish enough to believe the best in Joffrey before; she wasn’t going to do so again. She breathed in slowly, trying to calm the nerves she felt–truth be told, the thought of marrying Joffrey, having to spend her life with him, made her stomach churn. She didn’t want this. “I’ll be fine, Willas, I will. I won’t let him hurt me.” She looked up, meeting his eyes with her own, “We all have to do things we’d rather not.”

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“What are you going to do the next time he hits you? Runaway here because I don’t know if you’ll be able to come in.” Willas was weak when it came to Sansa; if she wanted him or needed him even after she married another man. “You can’t keep me on the line for ever I’ll let go when you get married.” Standing up he went over to the balcony to open the door. He was hoping some cool air would help mellow them out. 

Leaning against the door he pursed his lips holding back the words he knew would get to her but, they could also drive her away. It wasn’t worth the risk just yet. “What are you gonna do when I get married? Then this would really have to stop.” Rubbing his hands together Willas watched the night security roaming the gardens while a wedding ceremony was cleaned up. Occasionally someone was able to afford to get married within the gardens. Not the Rose garden though. It was reserved for family souly. 

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Sansa only had time to grimace, her hand reaching out to him fruitlessly as he had already stood and headed to the shower. She knew the announcement had broken whatever tranquil bubble they had found themselves in–mention of her impending marriage to Joffrey always did. Sansa flopped back onto his bed, the action going against the usual composure she had but it was only her and Willas here–she could let her guard down even if she could sense the argument that was brewing. She could only imagine the thoughts running through his head as he showered–probably similar to her own, but angrier no doubt, because while she had (unhappily) accepted what had to happen, Willas had not.

So Sansa stayed quiet when Willas entered the room, taking a moment before the inevitable fight to admire him–even she could see the frustration on his face but it did nothing to lessen her attraction to him. At his words, though, she flinched–that wasn’t something she enjoyed remembering. “He apologized.” She defended weakly–in reality, she knew exactly the kind of man Joffrey Baratheon was, and he didn’t deserve to be defended. His apologies meant nothing, only meant to keep her from making a fuss but never meant sincerely. But that wasn’t the point. “You know it’s not–it’s complicated, Willas. There isn’t much of a choice at this point.” He of all people should know, this wasn’t something she could just say no to, not at this point.

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The way she protected and defended Joffery at every turn no matter what Willas said to her or what Margeary brought up in concern. It was so obvious that the boy held no love for Sansa since even Mace could tell something wasn’t right. When they first started this affair Willas knew she would end up with Joffery. It bothered him but, if Sansa was going to be safe he would be fine with it. All of this was before he knew much personally about the Baratheon demon spawn. 

His Grandfather tried to arrange a marriage between Willas and Cersie Baratheon. Olenna never heard the proposal since Willas rejected it himself refusing to be involved with a family who condones incest. “You aren’t going to be safe, Lupa. He looks at you in disgust and openly attacks your family!” Grabbing the remote he turned off the TV so he would stop hearing about the wedding. 

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“Lady Sansa Stark to marry Lord Joffery Baratheon this coming July, 15. The young couple are deeply in love and will be taking on Westros together.”

It was that part of the the news Willas had gotten up and went to take a shower. They were going to fight again. Him and Sansa had been together for almost year now. Only spending time with each other in Highgarden and never going out alone. It wasn’t easy keeping the affair silent but, they had been managing it well. 

Getting out of the shower he pulled on his pajama bottoms from the previous night but, leaving his shirt off. Taking his time Willas pulled his prosthetic leg on just bellow his right knee. Dragging a hand and through his wet curls Willas left the bathroom and into his bedroom where Sansa was still. Licking his lips slowly he moved over to  the giant poster bed with dark green curtains hanging off them. It was often Willas would sleep during the day to get a quick energy boost. “Are you going to marry him, after he hit you?” Willas was six years Sansa’s senior and his family was starting to arrange a marriage for him as well.

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