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The sun was slowly rising, its pale light barely allowing Sansa to see the fields. Sat on the dusty ground, she was meticulously cutting the wheat: it wasn't as easy as people thought, taking only the parts they needed. For now she was alone in the limitless northern landscape, patiently waiting for another day of work to be over, for rest at last. The others were still sleeping, enjoying their warm beds, but Sansa appreciated the southern winds of dawn, the rare loneliness she could find here, away from her family. The work was difficult and tiring but still there was in it the fragrance of her imagination, the times she could spend away in exotic countries, in far away lands where summer never ends and her hands know only the touch of velvet and silk. Where she can hear the music play melancholic melodies and see the wonders of a land made of dreams and hopes.
But here in Winterfell she was doing the only thing she knew, repeating always and always the same gestures, one after another.
Tonight she would serve Lord Stark and King Robert in the castle, filling with wine the glasses of nobles, cleaning the tables and admiring from afar the knights and ladies.
"Sansa! Look! The King is already here!" An old woman was showing her horses and soldiers making their way to the castle. She stood up to see them, the men and women she would have to serve tonight. They were magnificent. The red light of dawn giving the landscape a certain innocence, the naive hope of a better day.

They had given her a pretty dress, dark blue with a white apron, maybe the prettiest and most expensive clothe she had ever worn. They had asked her to clean herself and brush her hair in a braid: easier to carry plates and glasses. She was waiting, always waiting, her turn. They had to speak with the steward first to know where and who they would be serving tonight.
Finally her turn came.
"Mmm.. You're pretty enough. You will be at the kingsguards table. How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Be careful girl, when wine fills a man's veins his mind don't see the difference between a prostitute and a girl like you. Hide your hair and don't show your cleavage. Just an advice."
In the fields where she worked, men often noticed her beauty but as soon as they realized her deep shyness and the cruel sadness in her eyes, they let her go. She was a wild animal to admire from afar, one you need to let live freely and not to put in a cage. If you cut a rose's roots, the rose looses her brightness and dies in an unwanted loneliness.

"Girl! I need more wine!" the men were screaming and singing and drinking and drinking again. King Robert and his wife Queen Cersei were sat on the big table next Lord and Lady Stark. She had already seen them but not as close as today. They were beautiful, surrounded by myrrh and perfumes, with shiny stones around their necks. None of them were smiling except the King. He looked fierce even when he was drunk, like the king of a bunch of other drunk men.
"Girl!"
"Sorry sir." She hadn't seen him first, but now he was in front of her, the tallest man she had ever seen with half of his face burn. She couldn't avoid him. She was shivering but the fear caused by the sight of such a man made her breathing heavily. When the glass was filled with arbour red, the man smiled.
"Are you afraid little girl? Is it my face that makes you breathe like that?" He was making fun of her.
"Not your face sir. But... You're strong enough to break me in two pieces if you don't like the wine."
She wasn't lying. He was tall and he could have been handsome without the scar. But still it didn't scare her: it made her think of the heat of her exotic lands where the sun never sets. His face must br as warm as the air of this country...
"You're lucky I like it then. How old are you?"
"Sixteen sir."
"Don't call me sir. Still a maid?"
"Yes."
She wasn't blushing, young girls like her were used to that question.
"If you join me in my chambers tonight you'll have enough money to leave this place forever and buy a small house in Dorne. What do you think?"
"What is Dorne? What does it look like?"
"It's as south as men can sail, they say it's the place where men and women travel half naked, the infinite brightness of the sun covering their skin." He was laughing at her. "Doesn't seem too bad no?"
He was staring at her, but the threatening black eyes had disappeared to let a respectful glance take place.
"I will come then. But you have to promise me that I will have the money."
"I promise."

She served countless men and women that night but still she could only see one face, the face of the man who had promised her the sun. She knew what she had to do and not all the fear in the world could turn off the fire of a million of stars burning in her, the holy flame of desire.

"What's your name?"
He was behind her,his rough voice like a caress.
"Sansa."
"Come with me Sansa."
He took her hand in his and led her in the castle's corridors. He must have been ten years older than her, not more, but there was still a certain innocence in the way looked at her, like he was seeing a precious animal he had to save.
"Are you afraid?"
"No."
Was he talking about him or was he talking about what was going to happen, she didn't know. But still she wasn't afraid.
The room was dark when she entered it, but as soon as the fragile light of the candle started to shine she saw the warm furs and the comfortable bed. She had never had such a bed. Only the remains of one she had to share with her little sister Marian.
"Help me."
She slowly took off his armor, taking time not to hurt him. She had patience in everything and tonight more than ever.
When there was nothing else but his shirt to cover his large body she began to take off her dress.
"No. Don't. Take off the cloth that cover your hair first."
As she was asked she removed the white fabric to let her auburn hair fall down her shoulders. It was no longer a braid, giving it the impression of calm waves surrounding her face. Taking a piece of it in his hands he put a small kiss on her cheek, a shy one, an innocent one.
"Take off your dress but keep your small clothes." When she was done she leaned toward him and murmured "I don't know know what to do"
"Getting in the bed would be a good start."
The sheets were warm and clean, smelling like lily...
"Still not afraid?"
"No."
"I won't hurt you."
"You don't have to lie."
"I won't."
No man had touched her before him. His hands were caressing her neck and arms, her hair and her face, slowly removing the thin fabric covering her body. Her breast was small, even for her age, but he didn't seem to mind. He was exploring her body inch by inch, like a whole new world offered to his senses.
"What do you see?"
"What are you saying girl?"
"What do you see when you touch me? Do you see a river? Do you see rich fabrics or a rocky mountain? What does it feel when you put your hand on my skin?"
"Why do you ask girl?"
"I want to know."
"I see... I see an ocean in your eyes. I see flames in your hair, coldly burning for me. I see the northern snows of winter covering the landscape on your skin. I don't see rocky mountains, little bird, but I see flowers, ill flowers." He wasn't used to saying to things, how odd was it for him. And yet every word seemed like the ones fit to describe what he was seeing. This is no usual girl.
He kissed her lips this time, taking time to feel her in his mouth, to let his tongue discover hers. She put her hands on his back, taking off the white shirt. His shoulders were strong and full of scars but they felt hot against her palm.
The two bodies were about to make one. It was no longer a shy embrace, but a passionate one..
"Tell me about Dorne... Speak... Speak again..."
The silver moonlight was now covering the two lovers, letting them live a dream made of melancholic hopes and sad ambitions.

Even the oddest couple has the right to love each other far from voyeuristic eyes... It is time for us to leave our two protagonists to their sweet embraces...