#northdove

The opportunity to watch her little wolf blossom into a queen was truly beyond compare . Although the girl was a Stark , Margaery found pride in her own house’s saying as she listened to the north men chant to their ruler  -- Sansa grew stronger than she could have ever imagined . From the saddest eyes she’d ever seen , to eyes that filled with freedom and courage , the girl became a woman and a woman who was now a hero to Winterfell ; a newly appointed independent kingdom . Clasped hands held securely at the front of her chest as she gazed from the back of the room in awe , and pride . She couldn’t wait to see her crown up close -- To congratulate her away from the crowd ; and when the coronation came to an end , she did just that . Though it took time to pull the woman from the celebration , understandably so . Her people were grateful for their independence and her rule , as she should be . 

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . / @northdove​​ your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

❛  You will make a wonderful queen , my winter rose . In fact ,  I couldn’t imagine one better . ❜ It had been a long day , and accompanying her queen to her chambers became a newfound nightly ritual . One she enjoyed , as she truly loved being in the woman’s presence . With the battles of the realm over and the independence of the north gained , she stay as hand to her dearest friend . Happy to offer her the love and support needed , as the rest of her family spread through the realm for their own endeavors . ❛  Do you remember what I told you so long ago – ? I wanted very much for you to be happy . But you wouldn’t have been , not in Highgarden . Certainly not in Kings Landing .    ❜  Her eyes then peered from the freshly lit fire and toward the younger woman . She met her with a loving gaze , lips curling into a soft smile .   ❛  I am so glad you’ve found it here , back home where you belonged all along .  Winterfell suits you .  ❜  A small step forward, she reached out to rest the palm of her hand against the porcelain skin of Sansa’s cheek . ❛  Rest well , sweet girl . ❜  Yet as she turned to leave the room , her wrist was taken in a soft grip . Concerned, Margaery turned back around with a curious stare . Before questions could be asked , her cheeks were cupped in cold grasp . she peered up into bright eyes a short moment before being pulled into a kiss . As much as the wolf’s forwardness surprised her , it was a kiss she admittedly thought of more often than not . Near daily , as her adoration for Sansa grew stronger . Admiration turned to wonder , and the memories the two shared reminded her of the purity of the girl’s heart ; no matter the trauma she’d endured . It was because of her trauma that Margaery would never have approached her with such forwardness , in fear of hurting her – of scaring her . Though she so willingly closed her eyes ; hands now grasping at the small of her wrists as her lips returned a longing kiss . After a few moments pass, Margaery just barely pulled away – Keeping their lips close enough to touch with each movement of words made . She then spoke her name in a longing whisper .

is that all you do, jon snow?     KING   IN   THE   NORTH   !     he   can   still   hear   it   ,   even   now   ;   ringing   in   his   ears   like   too   loud  bells  ,   christening   him   as   something   he’d   never   dare   dream   .     (   lies   .     child’s   dream   was   of   glory   and   praise   ;   all   the   love   he’d   ever   wanted   .   a   father’s   pride   and   a   mother’s   blessing   ,   a   sword   rich   in   the   taste   of   someone   else’s   blood   —   there he is, jon stark, heir to winterfell.     children’s   dreams   are   queer   things   ,   are   they   not   ?     they   die   young   ,   as   children   do   .   )

sansa   stark   lives   to   her   name   ;   he   sees   it   now   ,   the   wolf   in   girl’s   clothing   —   heir   to   winterfell   .     jon   should   have   listened   to   her   .     (   THAT   DEAD    BOY   WAS   STUPID   TO   THINK   THEM   THE   SAME   )     she   was   right   /   she’s   always   right   .

her   tongue   lashes   the   words   .     even   now   ,   does   dear   sweet   sister   mock   him   ?     bastard   was   wrong   .     he   gets   that   ,   and   for   his   mistakes   they   crowned   him   in   a   wreath   of   the   bolton’s   corpses   ;   in   every   life   taken   in   a   battle   he   lost   —     a battle sansa won.

jon   snow   would   lay   his   life   down   for   her   .     from   this   day   ,   to   his   last   day   .

but   he   is   no   longer   a   bastard   commander   traitor   boy   .

❛     do you think i asked to be made king?     ❜     the   words   fall   from   rosy   lips   /   gaunt   ,   pale   cheeks   sharper   than   his   blade   .     HE   IS   AGED   ,   AND   SO   IS   SHE   .     ❛     i certainly didn’t ask for them to follow me — none of them.     ❜

is that all you do, jon snow? scream for attention you don’t deserve?

❛     … i’m sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t listen to you sooner. you were right, and if we’d taken the time to ask for help, a lot more men that died yesterday would be here today.     ❜     all   those   summer   boys   and   wildling   folk   ,   all   those   he   failed   .     the   boy   failed   .     THE   KING   WOULD   DO   BETTER   .     ❛      it was my fault, but none of them see that.     ❜

why   don’t   they   see   that   ?     too   drunk   on   victory   ,   quenched   on   revenge   for   a  scarlet   wedding   ,   gluttoned   on   putting   a   mad   dog   down   .     why   don’t   they   see   him   ?     

jon   snow   is   just   a   boy   .     that’s   all   he’s   ever   been   ,   and   that   boy   is   terrified   .

king   in   the   north   breathes   .     calloused   hands   once   soft   in   the   spring   run   course   over   scarred   features   and   through   too - long   hair   .     sansa   shouldn’t   see   him   like   this   .     sansa   deserved   better   ,   deserved   more   ,   deserved a king.

❛     i need to command more than just … attention.     ❜     needed   to   be   more   than   a   scared   boy   in   a   crown   of   corpses   ,   waiting   for   the   dead   .     raven’s   eyes   look   to    the   wolf   with   hair   like   fire   ,   dressed   in   a   lady’s   gown   .     ❛     i need your help, sansa. please.     ❜

please,  the   boy   with   a   want   for   more   than   he’ll   ever   have   asks   ,   please.