Your Majesty [WINNER]

Written by throwaya987654

Sitting in the Black Cells deep beneath the Red Keep Sansa shivered as she hugged her knees to her chest, the now filthy gown she wore doing little to warm her body in the cold, dank prison she found herself in. She had been locked down here since the **** of King Joffrey though the gods alone knew how long ago that was; days, weeks, months the almost perpetual darkness made tracking the passage of time an impossibility. She could recall every aspect of that day as if she was reliving it; Joffrey being held by his wailing mother, his face turning purple as he clawed at his throat and his nose bled, Ser Dontos the drunk stumbling into a servant knocking a tray full of glasses flying with an almighty clash as he tried to lead her away resulting in them being swarmed by Red Cloaks who restrained her while with his dying breath Joffrey pointed an accusing finger at her husband the Imp.

Since then she had been locked up in this cell without any human interaction whatsoever. At first she had been bracing her for what was to come; the inevitable beatings, interrogation, **** and any other horrific retribution Queen Cersei could imagine for what had happened to her son. But it never came. After a while the dread ebbed out of her, the darkness and the isolation of her prison dulling her mind to the point where she thought that everyone had forgotten about her, that she would spend the rest of her life down here with no one but her gaoler knowing she still lived.

Hearing the heavy door at the end of the hall open Sansa barely stirred. ‘It must be meal time.’ She absently thought as she heard footsteps approaching her cell. She didn’t bother getting up. Her warden would open the latch at the bottom of the door and slide in a plate of thin broth as he always did. Initially she had attempted to talk to him, pleaded for him to listen but he was too well trained, too disciplined to respond to her. Hearing the footsteps come to a stop in front of her door Sansa was surprised when instead of the latch opening she head keys being inserted into the door and it being pushed open causing light to pour into her cell. Crying out in pain as even the dim light of a solitary torch assaulted her eyes Sansa scrunched them up and covered them with her hands.

Hearing soft footsteps approach her Sansa still couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes until she head a familiar voice say “Oh my dear Sansa, what have they done to you?”

Pulling her hands away from her face Sansa squinted up into the light and saw Margaery Tyrell kneeling in front of her with a compassionate look on her face. “M-Margaery...” Sansa croaked out, hearing the sound of her own voice in gods know how long.

“shhh my sweet.” Margaery cooed softly as she reached out to caress Sansa’s cheek “I’ve come to take you away from this horrid place.”

Shuddering at the first human touch she had felt in a long time Sansa whimpered and rubbed her cheek against her palm before Margaery’s words sank in “B-But the Queen-” she started only for Margaery to interrupt.

“I am the Queen now.” She gently reminded the dazed Stark girl.

Swallowing Sansa started again “But Queen Cersei-”

“You have nothing to fear from her.” Margaery promised as she silenced Sansa by pressing a finger to her lips “Hush now, there will be plenty of time to talk once we have gotten you out of this dreadful place.” She said as she gestured to one of the guards wearing Tyrell colours to step forward and undo the shackles that were bound to her wrists and ankles. “Can you stand?”

Looking helplessly at the proffered hand of the new queen, Sansa reached out to grasp her hand and let herself be pulled to her feet only to stumble to her knees after one step. Catching her and helping her stand Margaery turned to her escort and said “Assist the Lady Sansa to my rooms.”

“Of course Your Majesty.” The guard said without hesitation and slipped his arm around her waist to support her as Margaery led the way out of the Black Cells.

Reaching her chambers Margaery dismissed the guard and pulled Sansa into her room. Looking her up and down Margaery tutted at the state of Sansa’s dress and scrunched up her nose at her smell. Before she could apologise for her appearance Margaery said “Come, I’ve had a bath drawn for you. I’m sure it’ll do you the world of good.” Leading Sansa into a side room Margaery helped Sansa out of her ripped and tore dress, allowing it to fall to the floor around her ankles. Pressing herself into Sansa’s back Margaery gently stroked her emaciated flanks, feeling her ribs through her skin. “Look at what they have done to your beautiful body.” She purred softly into Sansa’s ear “You’re all skin and bones. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you back to normal in no time.” She promised as she helped Sansa step into the steaming hot water.

Sitting down in the bath Sansa let out a hiss of pleasure as the heat of the water seeped into her body. After so long in the cold cells deep beneath the castle feeling herself immersed in the hot water had an almost orgasmic effect on the young Stark. Feeling water being poured onto her shoulder Sansa opened her eyes to see Margaery kneeling besides the tub with a jug of water in one hand and a sponge in the other. When Margaery started to run the sponge over her skin Sansa started to object. “You needn’t do this Your Majesty.” She said as she reached up to take the sponge from the queen only for her to slap her hand away.

“Nonsense, I’m happy to look after you.” She said as she tilted Sansa’s head back so that she could pour water through her long red hair. “And enough of this ‘Your Majesty’. I get enough of it at court. When it is just the two of us just call me Margaery.” She insisted.

“Margaery.” Sansa nodded, biting her bottom lip. “How long-”

“Too long.” Margaery replied as she ran her fingers through Sansa’s hair “Much has happened since you were imprisoned.”

“Tell me.” Sansa requested softly.

“After Joffery died Cersei had your husband put on trial for regicide. He was adamant of his innocence right up to the end.”

Her breath catching in her throat Sansa looked at Margaery and asked “Tyrion is...”

“No my dear, he still lives so far as I know.” She said kindly “He escaped before his execution. That did not sit well with Cersei at all.”

Stiffening at the mention of the queen mother Sansa meekly asked “D-Does Queen Cersei know that I’m here?”

“oh you needn’t worry about her anymore.” Margaery grinned “She went quite insane.”

“I-Insane?”

“mmm, after the Imp escaped she became increasingly paranoid; certain that Tyrion was hiding in the walls waiting to kill Tommen. But what finally broke her was her farther telling her that me and Tommen were to be wed. She flew into such a rage that she had to be dragged kicking and screaming from the Tower of the Hand. It was quite the scene, the whole of Kings Landing was talking about it for days.” She gossiped with a smile. “On our wedding night she snuck into her fathers room and slew Tywin and a whore he was bedding with in the middle of their tryst. From what I hear it was quite the challenge to uncouple the two of them when the Silent Sisters came to take them away.” She giggled naughtily.

“So Cersei...?”

“Is on her way back to Casterly Rock under the careful watch of her uncle and brother. So you need never worry about her ever again.” Margaery promised as she kissed Sansa’s cheek. Seeing a weight lift from the girls shoulders Margaery grinned at her and said “Now I’m sure you must be absolutely famished, let’s get you something to eat.” Helping her out of the bath Margaery ignored the towels and Sansa’s tattered clothes and led the dripping wet girl back into the main room and sat her down on a large bear pelt in front of a roaring fire. Seeing Sansa bring her knees up to her chest to hide her nakedness Margaery tutted and said “Lay out and you’ll dry faster.”

Nodding her head Sansa stretched out her legs in front of the fire, blushing brightly as she saw Margaery’s eyes roam over her body from her stiff, pink nipples atop her small, round breasts down to the small patch of fiery pubic hair above her snatch. Kneeling next to the naked Stark Margaery gently caressed Sansa’s thin stomach before grabbing a tray of fruit from a table and holding out a single grape for Sansa. Leaning forward Sansa gratefully accepted the fruit, savouring the explosion of taste after so long of eating watery gruel. “I’ve been told that when one has been starved as you have you must not eat too much too fast. We’ll start slowly and work our way up to some yummy lemon cakes.” She smiled as she fed Sansa another grape.

“Thank you Margaery.” Sansa said sincerely “You’ve been so kind to me.”

“I have haven’t I?” Margaery said with a cryptic smile. “Do you know what Cersei was planning for you?”

“N-No.” Sansa shook her head.

“It was quite horrible. She wanted to strip you naked and parade you through the city letting any man who wanted ravish you.” Margaery revealed “You would have made a good number of whores go hungry. Luckily for you I found out about it and stopped it before she could touch you.”

Shuddering at the thought of what could have been Sansa looked thankfully at Margaery and said “It seems I owe you my life as well as my freedom.”

“Indeed you do.” Margaery smirked as she caressed Sansa’s stomach “You know, there is a custom in the Reach where if someone saves your life, your life belongs to them. Do you have a similar custom in the North?”

“Y-Yes...” Sanasa nodded her head.