The feast

Sansa enjoyed the feast to the fullest. All these interesting new people and all this southern splendor they had brought with them. Happy, she felt the gazes of all the knights, singers and even the glorious king and his noble son on herself. While other woman would be creeped out of the lustfull gazes on her body, she only felt flattered. Sansa loved to be looked on,it made her feel pretty, she loved to be enjoyed, it made her feel useful and... something else. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but when the young Prince smiled at her she felt something in her tummy and bellow it. something... strange. She felt it before, sometimes when she watched the young Greyjoy boy during swordplay or when undressed in the hot pools in the godswood. She decided to get some fresh air.

While she stood in a corner of the courtyard of Winterfell, carefully not to spoil her fine garment, she heard steps behind her. Her cheeks still blushed and the strange wetting sensation still itching between her soft virgin legs she turned around.