A/N: This will be a series of short one-shots centering on Sansa's life as queen to multiple kings.

LANNISTER QUEEN

As the dagger tore through the man's throat, Sansa barely flinched. Her only movement was to run her fingers over her swollen belly-as if to shield her growing child from the violence. Even though once the child was born, there would be no escaping it. She knew once the child was brought into the world, it would belong to him. Her sunken blue eyes found her husband's as he smiled wildly up at her from the steps of the iron throne. The blood lust was upon him, she could tell. She was all the more thankful for the child inside her knowing that it would keep Joffrey from her bed.

Some poor whore would face her husband tonight and Sansa did not pity her. Better some nameless woman than his pregnant queen. Three babies had been beaten out of her before Cersei had spoken to her son and stressed how important it was that they create an heir. So Joffrey had left her be for the most part and when he did drunkenly stumble his way to her chambers, Cersei's personal guard escorted him back to his own. This had been the most peaceful six months of her married life and Sansa hated herself for being grateful to the golden woman. But she was-unendingly so. So very grateful that this child was kept in her womb instead of being violently expelled like the others. This little wolf inside of her was her reason to keep living.

Not that she'd ever refer to the child as such to anyone else. She knew there were few friends to be had at court and if word reached her husband's ears that she was calling his child a wolf... No, she needed to be careful like she always was. It had gotten her this far.