Summary: You're part of the Stark house except you're older than Sansa so that makes you Lady of Winterfell. Takes place when Daenerys arrived with John

You stood besides Sansa as Daenerys, John and her army walked into Winterfell. You were glad to finally see your brother after so many years apart but what made you look away from his was the Targaryen besides him. You were hesitant to let them in but John had managed to convince you to give her a chance. You weren't too thrilled when you heard the news of him bending the knee but there was nothing you could do.

"John! It's so good to see again."

You said after hugging him tightly.

"It's so good to see you again (y/n). You're bot so little anymore."

"Please. Arya was the only one who's ever been little."

The two of you share a smile and he continues greeting the others

"You must be (y/n). John has told me a lot about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine, your Grace."

You couldn't help but blush as she shook your hand. It was unbelievably soft and all you wanted to do was hold it.

Once everyone had proper introductions, the dining hall was opened to feed the new guests. You spent a lot of time talking to Daenerys and you couldn't but have a small crush on her. Despite focusing all your attention on her, you did notice Sansa giving her a look the entire time.

"Cut it out."

You had barged into Sansa's room after everyone had gone to bed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend. I saw how cold you were being towards Daenerys."

She scoffs and heads towards the door.

"She didn't need to come here and help us but she did. We practically owe her our lives. You will apologize to her for your cold attitude."

"No. I don't trust her. She barges in here like if she owns the place. John was an idiot for bending the knee for her."

"Enough! I will not be arguing with you about this. Apologize go her."

You left her room not waiting for a response.

"Something troubling you?"

You hear someone ask from your bed as you walked in.

"Your Grace! I'm sorry you startled me."

She smiled and stands up.

"I'm sorry. I should have waited by the door but I had gotten tired of waiting by it and you never came around. I heard some yelling."

You sigh and eventually nod.

"It's Sansa. She just doesn't agree with some things and won't see that she is in the wrong here."

"Pardon me for assuming but is this about me. I know Sansa isn't too fond of me."

You take a while to respond but eventually do.

"She does but she's wrong. We're entirely grateful for the help you are providing for us."

"I don't quite care for Sansa. I care about you, (y/n). I want to know if you'll kneel for me."

You frowned at her word choice. It had always been bend the knee.

"I'm sorry, your Grace but did you mean bend the knee."

"No. I want you to kneel for me. I saw you take an interest in me and it's been so long since I had someone worthy take care of my needs."

She wasn't wrong. You were interested in her. You hesitated for a while but eventually kneeled down in front of her. You watched as she undressed, taking her time as she watched your reactions. You tried to help but she simply slapped your hands away.

"I've taken a big risk by coming here to help you and I feel this is the least you could do."

And you did. You pleased her until she had become too exhausted. You covered her body and let her rest while you slept beside her. No wonder John bent the knee for her. You just hoped it wasn't the same way she asked of you.

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Eh. Didn't really like how this came out but already wrote it and might as well post it.

Send me suggestions. Will do any female characters or celebrities