You slowly ran a hairbrush through the red hair of the lady whom you worked for. Being a handmaiden didn't make you someone of status, but it did stand as a sought-after job due to working in a noble home and being a confidant to a Lady of status. Lady Sansa Stark was a kind girl, she was a few years younger than you and you wished you could see her grow into her womanhood gracefully but instead she was thrust into that world like most women were and forced to be a wife and soon a mother when she had barely finished being a child.

Today she would be married to Tyrion Lannister. Working in Kings Landing, you had gotten to speak to him on more than one occasion and unlike most noblemen, he was kind and you hoped he'd treat her well, but he had his duties too. As far as you knew he was equally unwelcoming to this marriage as Sansa was but there wasn't anything either could do about it, the King had decided this was their sick form of punishment for just being whom they were.

"It will be okay, milady," you whispered.

There was no certainty that it would be okay, but you had to hope for her sake it would be.

"I do not want to marry the imp," she croaked, trying her best to not sob to you.

"I know, milady, from what I've heard he isn't on the side of this marriage either, so you aren't alone in that," you offered, hoping your words would help but they weren't likely to do that.

She let out a loud sigh, one that was far stronger than you thought was possible.

"I just want everything to go back to normal," she huffed.

"Milady, what do you mean?"

"I wish that my father was still here, that my mother was too. That Robb had never been murdered, that Lady hadn't been killed. That Rickon and Bran hadn't been betrayed by Theon. All I have left now is Arya and Jon, but I don't even know their fates."

The Stark family had once been large and loving, a happy place for Sansa and now there wasn't anything left. Sansa had seen the head of her father stuck upon a pike and had heard the horrors that came when her elder brother and mother had been brutally killed. Theon Greyjoy had claimed to have killed her younger brothers and the burnt corpses had been seen by many in Winterfell. That left her, her younger sister Arya and her older half brother Jon. Jon was with the Nights Watch, so his chances of being alive were slim and since her fathers' execution, no one had seen Arya or knew what had happened to her.

Sansa felt alone and you wished you could offer her the support that family could but alas, you were just her handmaiden.

"Soon, milady. I do hope we can find your sister and reunite you. I remember how awfully you bickered but maybe now you could get along," you smiled, attempting to encourage her to be happy.

"Maybe," she said softly. "Do you truly think this marriage won't be too bad?"

"He seems a good man, milady," you smiled. "And I shall be here to help you in any way I can."

"Thank you Y/N. Thank you."

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Written by Charlotte.

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