GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

That same night, Sansa chose to share her bed with her new good friend, Myrcella. Ever since Robert gave them permission to see each other the two had become inseparable. With their personalities and hobbies almost matching, friendships easily arose.

"I'll be so lonely here without you," Myrcella said, her voice soft as she lay beside Sansa on the grand bed. Both girls gazed up at the dark ceiling, the silence heavy between them. "This has been the most joy I've ever known in this place."

Sansa wiped the smile off her face. With Robb and Catelyn finally there, she felt at ease. Knowing she'd be returning home soon had never felt so exciting. "You can visit me sometime, Myrcella."

"I fear I can't, Sansa. I'm no longer a princess… merely a bastard, and even more grievous, a bastard born of… incest." Myrcella's voice trembled, her throat constricting with the weight of her words. "I don't know what will happen to me."

"But King Robert is so kind," Sansa exclaimed. "He's so nice to me."

"I know that. He has always been kind to me and Tommen. He even promised that I could remain here like a princess for as long as I wished. Yet… The guards, the maids, they cast glances and murmur among themselves… I feel lonely."

At that, Sansa turned towards Myrcella. "Are you sad about the execution tomorrow?"

Myrcella didn't deny nor agree. "I don't know about that. I know what Mother did was wrong, and her punishment is justified. She always pampered Joffrey the most… but she's my Mother."

Sansa shifted closer and hugged Myrcella. That was all she knew about calming someone. "I'm sorry for all this."

"Sansa, can't you stay with me?" Myrcella asked all of a sudden, gazing at her friend's face up close.

Sansa's head shook on its own. After all that trauma? No, never. "What would I do here? Joffrey is going to be executed tomorrow. My home is in Winterfell, Myrcella."

"You should be the new queen! Oh, yes!" Myrcella declared with sudden enthusiasm, rising from the bed. "Indeed, it's quite possible! Father often spoke of Lyanna, and he must see some resemblance to her in you. You should marry him and become the queen, and then we can both stay here together!"

Queen? Married? To Robert Baratheon? What?! Sansa had no place left on her forehead to raise her brows anymore. She looked at her friend with pity. Has she lost her mind?

"W-What are you saying?"

"Indeed! Father no longer has a rightful heir to the throne, nor does he have a wife. I'm certain he will seek a new one, and that could very well be you, Sansa! You could become the queen and the mother of the future King!" Myrcella insisted, excitement in her voice. "He'll treat you right, Sansa. You're his best friend's daughter!"

"B-But… He's so much older and… big," Sansa timidly mumbled. "I don't think he'd want me."

"Look at you! You're beautiful, Sansa. I'm sure he'd bed you as soon as you exchanged the vows. Just think abou…" Myrcella suddenly stopped, noticing Sansa's doubtful look. She sat down quickly, realizing her misconduct. "I'm sorry, I got too excited."

Yet, Sansa didn't say anything.

The idea had taken root already, and the possibilities were natural to emerge. What ifs and hopes of the future combined gave birth to a desire to give meaning to life.

"No, it's okay. Let's sleep." She dismissed the idea soon enough and turned away from Myrcella. Yet her eyes remained steady open. Gazing at nothing but darkness, while the thoughts in the mind were full of colors.

Queen Sansa Baratheon. She pronounced to herself and smiled. It feels… powerful.

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Meanwhile, Robert had no clue what ideas his one 'daughter' had planted in his other 'daughter'. A thought so dark and taboo to him that even being alive would feel like god's punishment. But for now, there was peace in ignorance.

Already, his heart was beating like a racehorse, standing alone with Catelyn Stark at the Sept of Baelor where Eddard Stark's decaying body was placed inside a decorated coffin. Ready to be taken to the North.

The most beloved woman of his life had sought an audience herself. Robb Stark was nowhere to be found, and he couldn't decide if that was a curse or a blessing. Her voice, her face, her whole being he wanted to embrace and tell her who he truly was. Tell her that House Stark still stands strong.

"Thank you for visiting at such a short notice, Your Grace." Catelyn faced the mighty King, her blue eyes already dry after shedding countless tears. "Firstly, I'm grateful for your safe return. The Lannisters have harmed both our houses beyond repair."

No, Cat. Nothing has changed, I'm still here. Robert kept his lips pressed tight, afraid the words would spill out. You're not alone, Cat.

"And they shall pay for their sins on the morrow," he reassured her, his feet taking a step closer on their own. "Forgive me, Ca-Lady Stark. I shouldn't have named him my Hand. A wolf in the south… What was I thinking? The Hour of the Wolf was but a tale of old, and yet I foolishly sought to relive it."

Those were the words mixed with memories of Robert and emotions of Eddard. There was regret, a lot of it. Coming to the South was a grave mistake and he had ignored the signs at every turn.

Catelyn's fist clenched tight, unable to look at Robert's face. "It was his decision, Your Grace. As unjust as his execution was, I'm grateful that he can rest in peace now. The North is safe, and so is Sansa."

"And Arya?" Robert asked.

"Robb received a raven. Jon Snow found Arya on his way here."

So everyone is safe. Robert took a silent sigh of relief. The war is over. Cersei's vile reign comes to an end.

"That is reassuring to hear, Lady Stark," Robert said, and without realizing it, stepped forward and hugged Catelyn. Both his firm arms circled her shoulders and pulled her in. "What is lost, alas, may never return. But bear this in mind; you're never alone. House Stark stands strong and will continue to do so."

Taken aback by Robert's embrace, Catelyn uncomfortably wriggled her body. But she felt genuine concern and care from him, and over the years had seen him as a close family friend. So she reciprocated and in a reserved fashion, hugged him back. "Thank you for your concern, Your Grace."

However, Robert's hands moved all of a sudden. From her back behind the shoulders to the small of her back, and then curving against the rising flesh of her bottom. He kept going, too fast for any of them to react.

"Your Grace…" Catelyn jolted and stepped away.

Seven hells! Robert woke up to his senses and retreated quickly. Why did I do that?

"I… I shall return to the Red Keep, Lady Stark." Robert retreated quickly, glancing at his own coffin one last time.

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Disappointed in himself, Robert left the Sept of Baelor and returned to the Red Keep. But instead of going up, he headed to the Black Cells with Ser Barristan alongside him. It was time to prepare for the execution.

Clack!

The heavy, metal door was unlocked with the key only Ser Barristan had, and they both walked in with a torch in hand. The clanks of chains became audible from inside, and the stench of piss and filth was overwhelming.

"Still alive?" Robert raised the torch forward and glowed some light on the weak, kneeling Cersei Lannister. Naked as the day she was born, covered in dirt, her golden hair now a filthy mess. Her green eyes no longer held the pride or the confidence she once had. Total surrender and fear were all she knew. "Not for long."

"R-Robert!" Cersei groveled weakly and tried to crawl closer to Robert's feet. "Please… F-Forgive me, I beg you. I… I'm willing to do anything you want!"

Robert sneered and pulled back his feet so her dirty hands wouldn't sully him. Even when he tried to, he couldn't bring himself to pity the woman. Not after all that she had done. Her fantastical famous tits held no magic for him, nor her exposed cunt that only ever spawned bastards.

"I'll be your whore! I-I'll do anything you want, Robert!" She tried to get on her knees, leading her shivering hand towards his groin. She succeeded in doing so and frantically rubbed it. "I'll be your whore for life!"

Thud!

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