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Ever since Margaery was a child, she had never admired fairy tales.

Her brothers often liked to perch her on their knee, while they read stories of desperate princesses and the brave heroes that saved them, as if they could move her heart.

'A queen can save a fair maiden,' Margaery thought, tracing the illustration with her finger. 'Even more than a prince can.'

No –

A Lady could save a fair maiden, more than a useless prince ever could.

There was no one that didn’t know of the influence that her grandmother, Olenna Tyrrell had, and the countless webs that she wove.

Will I be the same as her when the time comes?

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4 Years Later

Margaery's heart skipped a beat as she stepped into her office. She had been longing to see her pretty omega perched on her desk, with her legs spread and slick dripping from her cunny. The vision had an enchanting appeal, one that showed how shy yet precocious Sansa was.

My p recious Omega.

Margaery felt a heat rise in her cheeks as she imagined Sansa's soft skin and delicate features. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of having such a beautiful creature under her care.

Only Sansa wasn’t there.

“I miss you,” Margaery murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.

If her prior self from only two winters before heard her, she would have mocked her to no end. Margaery had always known that her purpose in life was to serve her family’s ambitions, even if she was not an Omega. Regardless of how pampered Omegas were, their role was to lay on their back and let an Alpha knot them, before filling them with their seed. believed that her purpose in life was to serve her family's ambitions.

Margaery knew that her role as an Alpha was only slightly different – she was the one who would empty her seed inside of someone who came from as great of bloodline as she, and have pups that would carry on their name. It was a future that left her feeling empty, as much as she enjoyed a tutor who taught her about pleasure. Love was not a part of it, and never would be, as power and status mattered more than anything.

Love was a luxury reserved for those who did not possess the pressures of her family's expectations. Margaery was an alpha, a rarity among women, and her grandmother saw this as an opportunity to exploit her unique quality. The grand matriarch believed that Margaery's status as a female alpha would be a captivating novelty to a prince or even a king. If Margaery became a favorite, she could wield more power than anyone could ever have imagined. As would her family.

A sudden trip to the North had changed everything.

When Margaery saw her little wolf waiting to greet her, she felt her world narrow. There was nothing that she wanted more than to take Sansa’s hand in hers and escort her to a private chamber, where she would make her belong to her.

The Stark heir, Robb, watched Margaery with a complicated gaze. He was the same as she, an Alpha, and was aware of what was happening. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when he saw Margaery’s knowing smile.

He had no right to interfere, unless he intended to claim his very sister.

“I-I’ve never done this before, Lady Margaery,” Sansa said, when she opened her chamber door to Margaery that night. Her chamber was lit by flickering candles, that illuminated Sansa’s wide, bright blue eyes and her trembling lips.

“I’ll teach you everything, Sansa,” Margaery purred, her voice dripping with assurance as she intertwined her fingers with Sansa’s. There was a tenderness in her touch, a promise of guidance and exploration that would leave her breathless.

Take her.

Margaery’s instincts pressed, as her excitement rose.

She belongs to you.

As their hands neared her lips, Margaery’s eyes locked onto Sansa’s, an unspoken invitation passing between them. Slowly, ever so, she pressed kisses on each of Sansa’s fingers, a display of adoration and a prelude to the intimate moments that were to come. Margaery held her excitement in check, as she knew that she couldn’t afford to frighten her little one.

There was something precious about how vulnerable Sansa was, perhaps because she was only a year younger than herself and yet so naïve. The Capital would devour her alive, and the Lannisters even more so – but Margaery would never allow it.

She drew Sansa closer still, until there was no space between them. She undressed her and lavished every inch of her skin with kisses and nips, and her excitement grew when she heard Sansa’s breath hitch. Margaery was greedy; she wanted to know what Sansa looked like when she came apart, and how she would sound when she could think of nothing but her mate.

“You’ll never know another’s touch,” Margaery crooned, as she moved Sansa back until she reached her bed. It was laden with soft furs, and Sansa lay against them as Margaery knelt between her legs. “Only mine, little one.”

The words came naturally to her, and Margaery felt a rush of excitement as she slid Sansa’s underwear past her thighs. Her cunt was covered in dark hair, and she could see that Sansa was already dripping for her. The girl was so responsive, so eager to please her intended Alpha.

“You’re very brave,” Margaery whispered, as drew her tongue against her clit. Sansa whined, her hands burrowing in Margaery’s long dark tresses.

“L-Lady M-Margaery – “

“Shh,” she soothed, as she pleasured her with her tongue. She knew that her Omega would be afraid if she entered her yet, and so she licked at her soaking folds and tasted her release, until Sansa was screaming with pleasure. Margaery didn’t release her little one then, as she slipped two fingers inside her. Her Omega was too overwhelmed by her climax, as Margaery curled her fingers inside her, and drew more cum from her. It was too much, and not enough, as Sansa’s pleasure rose again, and she came hard against Margaery’s mouth; her ecstatic cries the prettiest sound that Margaery had ever heard.

And no one dared come to Sansa’s chambers, for they knew the influence of Margaery’s familial name, and the precious seeds they had brought that the North could cultivate. The seeds would grow regardless of the weather, even if they were not kept protected in the glass greenhouses. The Starks had given their daughter to Margaery, as one gave a poor creature away.

It was a pity that Sansa was an Omega, if only because she would never be able to run away from her Alpha.

Margaery released her Omega’s pretty pink pussy and moved to stand. Her cock was hard and erect, and as she undressed, she felt Sansa’s gaze upon her. “Darling,” Margaery murmured as she moved to lay beside Sansa, and drew her Omega on to her side, “I’m going to take you now.”

She would take her from behind, pushing her cock into her soaked pussy and playing with her breasts at the same time. The more stimulated that Margaery could keep her little one, the better, so she wouldn’t have a chance to reconsider.

I want her, I want her, I want her-

I need her.

As Margaery positioned herself, she felt Sansa's heart racing in anticipation. Had her body ever been used like this before? Margaery knew the answer and that she should be gentle, teasing her over and over with her fingers and her tongue, until Sansa cried for her to stop – no, when she became incoherent with ecstasy.

But she couldn’t – not when Sansa was so lovely.

She slowly slid her cock into Sansa's soaked pussy, feeling the warmth and slipperiness of it.  Margaery then began to move her hips, grinding against Sansa's tight opening. She was rewarded with a sudden moan from the woman in her arms, and Margaery brushed her lips against her cheek. “That’s it, sweetheart,” she encouraged, “Do you feel me inside of you? You’re taking my cock so well.”

“I-I” Sansa tried to reply, but she could only whimper as Margaery rolled her thumb over her nipple. She was as cruel as she was kind, toying with her breasts until her nipples were swollen and tender. In the near future Sansa’s breasts would grow heavy with milk, and her womb would hold pups, a picture that Margaery found enchanting. She wanted to taste her milk, and keep Sansa in a constant of heat, if only so she wouldn’t be able to leave her nest and would depend on her Alpha for everything that she needed. 

Margaery continued to move her hips, slowly building up speed. She could feel Sansa's body beginning to shake as she neared her climax. With a sudden movement, she lifted her hips up and drove her cock as deep as it would go, causing Sansa to arch her back and let out a scream of pleasure.

As Margaery held herself in place, feeling the warmth of Sansa's pussy around her cock, she knew that she would never let her go, even if she had dreamed of becoming Prince Joffrey’s mate.

Margaery would never allow it to happen.

“I’ll give you the world,” she promised, her voice dripping with a seductive allure that no Omega could resist. It was natural that an Omega would listen to an Alpha – the only one who could protect and cherish them as nature had decided.

As Margaery swallowed her mate’s lifeblood, she felt the mating bond drawing their fate together, one that neither would be able to escape from. A mating mark could never, ever be undone, regardless of one’s thoughts, or feelings. It was a forever tie, a forever bond. 

And it ensured that Margaery was able to leave the harsh northern winds for the gentle summer sun and endless fields of flowers that surrounded Highgarden with Sansa by her side. They walked hand in hand through the endless field, the colors of the roses blending together in a vibrant tapestry. The gentle breeze carried the sweet smell of the blossoms and brushed softly against their skin.

“I’ve never seen anywhere as beautiful as this,” Sansa confessed, her smile more blinding than the sun, “Not even in my dreams.”

The naive words made Margaery warm – if it had been anyone else, she would have laughed, and perhaps even scored them in her heart. But there was something different about her Omega – her Sansa – that drew Margaery in until she could never find her way out again.

"You will forever be welcomed here, Sansa," Margaery replied, her tone softer than she knew, “Highgarden is yours, as much as it is mine.”   

As she traced her fingers over the wooden paneling, Margaery couldn't help but think about the powerful connection she had with Sansa. It was more than just a simple attraction or physical desire, it was an obsession that Margaery cherished, and Sansa had little idea of.

Margaery knew of the madness that ran through House Targaryen and found that after mating with Sansa, she could understand their passion, as well as their calculation. Every thought that she had and every action that she made was her choice, as she made Sansa’s world revolve around her.

She wanted Sansa to forget the familial appeal of the North and its winter, and cherish Highgarden and its eternal spring instead. It was a selfish desire, one that Margaery couldn’t pretend to regret possessing. She wanted all of Sansa’s attention and every shy smile and peal of blissful laughter.

If Margaery could, she would keep Sansa behind the walls of Highgarden and never let her venture further. Margaery had begun preparing a nest for her little mate, one filled with silk sheets and down pillows that she had covered with her scent. She wanted to lock Sansa away in her nest after she returned from the North, and not let her out until she fell apart in her arms more than either could count. Margaery moaned at the lovely picture that Sansa would make, laying naked beneath her with love marks scattered across her skin, and her pretty pussy covered in cum.  

Would she leave me if she knew?

Margaery thought. Her Omega was easy to scare, though Sansa had a streak of stubbornness that she saw a handful of times, such as when Sansa pleasured her with her mouth on her cock, and licked it as a kitten would cream. Sansa had been determined to take all of Margaery, and she had, taking her breath away. Afterward, Margaery had pulled Sansa into her lap, and parted her sopping folds with her cock.  She had taken Sansa until they were both drenched in sweat and cum, and filled with bliss.

But there was more to their relationship then sex as they rarely spent more than an hour away from one another, and were ever thinking of the future. Sansa was entrusted by Margaery’s grandmother to be trained as the future Lady of the Keep. Sansa diligently worked on her tasks while also providing company to Margaery, as they sat side by side at their desks. Lady, Sansa’s beloved Dire wolf that had followed her to Highgarden liked to sleep at their feet, with her tail across Margaery’s slipper-clad feet.

Moreover, since Margaery had not married into the Lannister family, her grandmother deemed her the rightful heir to Highgarden. This decision was intentional as Margaery’s brother Willas was crippled and secluded in his chambers, while Loras insisted on following Renly Baratheon across Westeros.

It would be a lie if Margaery said she couldn’t understand why Loras did so; a thought that she wouldn’t share with her grandmother. She and Loras shared a weakness for their mates, a weakness that could be fatal if others knew.

Nor had her grandmother ever approved of weaknesses.

Margaery observed with amusement that the Tyrrells diverged from the Starks in this regard. If the Starks were to exist in any other region besides the North, their commitment to doing what was right and honest would unravel them.

The Tyrrells were of the opinion that every lie had a kernel of truth in it, a philosophy that Margaery doubted the Starks could ever begin to understand. It was a philosophy that her grandmother taught her from the moment that she could read, and she was tasked with memorizing the great families throughout Westeros and their history. Margaery had taken her grandmother’s lessons to heart, and the philosophies that she held, for she knew that her grandmother had stabilized the Tyrrells. No one thought of the Reach without thinking of Highgarden, and no one thought of Highgarden without thinking of the Tyrrells. They were a powerful family, one that had more potential than any other.

It was that simple truth that allowed Sansa to live as she wished.

It made Margaery unsettled to have Sansa away from her, especially as she had travelled to the North. There were too many things that could go wrong – or right, as Sansa wanted to tell her parents how happy she was. The thought of allowing her omega to roam freely in her childhood home was the last thing she wanted... however, if Sansa was bred soon, there would not be another chance for her to visit her family.

I want her to be happy.

Sansa had her Alpha wound around her finger more than she knew.

Margaery couldn't help but smile at the thought of her mate when she pouted and pretended to sulk. It wasn't something that she saw often, as Sansa tried her best to act as a refined lady would. But there was a childish side to her mate, one that only Margaery saw – a child-like personality that surfaced during raging thunderstorms. It was during those moments when Sansa would snuggle up next to her and allow Margaery to envelop her in a comforting embrace.

There were times too, when Sansa would finish embroidering a handkerchief for her Alpha or she learned how to play a new note on the harp, and she couldn’t wait to show her. Even if Margaery was busy with official duties, Sansa would run to find her and show off her latest accomplishment, a habit that Margaery's advisors had grown accustomed to. Every accomplishment was one that Sansa viewed as a sign of her dedication to Margaery, who she made the center of her life, and her heart.

How could Margaery ever turn her away?

"She's wrong for you, my sweet," her grandmother scolded, "She's too innocent and naïve."

Margaery hadn't bothered to disagree. For as much as Margaery lied to others, she had never believed in lying to herself. Her grandmother was right.

You’ll devour her.

Sansa would never understand the world as she did, or see it as anything but a fairytale. There was a reason why Margaery wanted to keep her nestled within the confines of Highgarden, and create a blissful world for themselves there, one filled with sweet kisses and dreamy days that never ended.  

High society would devour Sansa, and break her heart in two.

It was something that Margaery had no desire for, and why she had the servants burn every invitation that was addressed to Sansa alone.  Margaery would introduce Sansa to the ladies of the Reach slowly, perhaps with garden parties and such after she was bred. But not before, no, for Margaery couldn’t allow her too many choices.

It would overwhelm her poor little mate.

Many Alphas thought the same, and it was not unusual for them to surround their Omega with a limited circle of contacts. Others were untraditional and allowed their Omegas to roam free, something that Margaery had once considered.

But it was different for Sansa, as sweet and childish as she was.

Sansa was the kind of Omega who needed extra care and protection. She was delicate and vulnerable in nature and needed a safe space where she could exist without any fear of being harmed. Margaery knew that it was crucial to keep her close and watch over her every move – otherwise something could happen to Sansa.

And that was something that Margaery simply wouldn’t allow to come true.

When Margaery’s grandmother confessed that the Starks had once considered an engagement between Sansa and Joffrey Lannister, Margaery hadn’t been able to contain peals of laughter.

'If only they knew,' Margaery murmured, her voice as quiet and sweet as a purring cat. Joffrey Lancaster was nothing more than an illegitimate child who had mud running through his veins.

Unlike her blue blood, and her mate who was the Maiden incarnate.

"Margaery!" Sansa moaned, her head rolling back against the silk sheets tucked beneath her. She felt the heat of her lover's breath on her skin and quivered in response, "I don't think I can come again."

"Of course you can, darling," Margaery cooed, her tone soft and knowing. "I'll make you come again and again until you beg me to stop."

Even then, she wouldn't listen to her lovely little one.

After what felt like endless nights away from her mate, Margaery had little intention of letting her go, now that they were alone. Under her grandmother's watchful eye, they had a formal reunion with a retinue of Highgarden's servants waiting to greet their future mistress upon her return.

Margaery was amused by her grandmother's decision, as she knew of the impression that Sansa had already made in Highgarden. Many of the servants were taken with Sansa already, as she remembered their names and their faces, and asked about their families. Nor was Sansa difficult to please, as she wasn't demanding or impatient. She was charming and sweet and very, very easy to love.

The servants turned a blind eye when Margaery helped Sansa down from the carriage and kept hold of her hand. The affection between them was obvious, and several of the servants looked forward to when the nursery would begin to fill...

While others cursed in their heart.

The loyalty of the servants to the Tyrell family was unquestionable, but each had a different heir in mind. While many supported Margaery's claim to power, others believed that his disability should not prevent Willas from assuming the family's leadership. Others backed Garlan or Loras, while a few looked outside of the main bloodline, as unlikely as such a candidate was.

Despite the differing opinions, the individual who held the most sway over the Tyrells' future was Olenna. As the matriarch of the family, her influence and preferences mattered greatly in such matters, and her choice was clear. Margaery was the Tyrell heir, and Sansa's place was naturally beside her.

Given Olenna's preference, she summoned Margaery and Sansa to her chambers. There, she asked Sansa numerous questions about the North, while noticing Margaery's impatience. It was clear that Olenna knew exactly what was on her granddaughter's mind, and she gave her a reproving look.

"Self-control is what separates us from beasts, Margaery."

It was a lesson that Margaery knew well, as she had learned many things from her grandmother. Olenna had taken a liking to Margaery when she was young and had overseen her lessons personally. Demanding perfection, Margaery rarely disappointed her grandmother, something that had set her apart from her siblings.

"I apologize, Grandmother," Margaery replied, relaxing when Sansa squeezed her hand.

Soon they would be alone.

Afterward, Margaery kept herself in check until Sansa surprised Olenna with a shawl embroidered with snarling wolves adorned in delicate roses.

Margaery knew that the wolves on the shawl were a reference to House Stark, and the roses were a nod to House Tyrell. By giving Olenna such a blatant display of allegiance, Sansa was making a statement – one that could not be ignored or mistaken.

She now belonged to the Tyrells.

 "A gift from the North," Sansa said as if she hadn't made it by hand during the long, lonely journey to Winterfell and back.

"Thank you, my dear," Olenna replied, her gaze softening as she let them go.

They ran like reckless children to their chambers where they undressed, their gowns falling gracefully to the floor. They often dressed in complimentary colors and patterns, even when they didn't know what the other one had chosen.

Margaery kissed the winter winds from her little one's skin, and Sansa soon pled for more.  It has been too long since she was fucked; something that Margaery couldn't allow to continue as her mate.

Margaery wasn't as cruel as she could be when she could be generous instead. She wouldn't show her Omega the room that she had made yet, as she sensed that Sansa wasn't ready to make a nest.

Not yet.

It would only overwhelm her, poor little one... until she went into heat and wouldn't be fully aware of what was happening. Then, Sansa would only be able to focus on what she felt, and not what she thought.

It would be difficult for her otherwise, and Margaery didn't wish to see her troubled when she could be ecstatic instead.

Margaery wrapped her arms around her mate's trembling thighs and buried her face against her dripping cunt. Sansa's scent was irresistible, akin to exquisite honey poured on her greedy pink tongue.

Gods, she loved the taste of her.

Margaery's skilled tongue flicked over Sansa's clit, teasing the tiny button of nerves until it swelled and hardened. She sucked at it with her lips and moaned as she felt Sansa's slick trickle down her throat.

"G-Gods," Sansa whimpered her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. "It feels so good...!" Her thighs tightened around Margaery's head, her Alpha unrelenting as she licked away at her  cunt.

Margaery purred, the sound vibrating against the cunt that she was worshipping. Her little Omega was so obedient, even when she tried to protest. It was in Sansa's very nature to be submissive; something that could have ruined her, in the hands of another Alpha.

And that was something that Margaery would simply never allow to come true, for Sansa belonged to her, and she belonged to Sansa, in turn.

Margaery knew that she could make her climax again and she soon did, as Sansa came crying her name, and flooding her mouth with her sweet release.

Only Margaery wouldn't let her go, not then.

"You can't rest yet, little one," Margaery murmured, as she kissed her way up from Sansa's thatch of curls that covered her cunt, to the curve of her breasts and her swollen areolas. "I need to knot you."

Margaery placed a gentle kiss on Sansa's lips. "Will you let me?"

Sansa slowly nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as Margaery gently ran her tongue along the crease between her bottom lip and her chin.

She parted her lips, and Margaery's tongue darted out to taste her, drawing a low moan from Sansa as she twined her fingers in Margaery's dark curls. She could taste her own release, and her blush deepened.

Neither her Septa nor her mother has ever taught her that sex could be like... like this. It was overwhelming and intense yet Sansa keened for more.

She was flush with arousal, her nipples hard and her cunt dripping streams of iridescent slick down her thigh. Margaery, too, was affected by the moment, her own body responding to the passion between them. Her erect cock pressed against Sansa's stomach, hard and throbbing.

"Good girl," Margaery whispered, as she gently pulled away from her mate. It was only for a moment as she encouraged Sansa onto her hands and her knees.

Rising to her feet, Margaery sighed at the beautiful sight that her Omega made. Sansa was made to be fucked, as her pretty cunt dripped with her slick, and her fire-kissed hair sprawled down her naked back.

Margaery took her Omega's hips in her hands, feeling the way her cock slid into her soaked cunt. The sensation was always so intense, and Margaery couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She loved the way her Omega looked at her, with those bright blue eyes full of love and desire. It was a bond that they shared, one that had only grown stronger over time, and would never break.

Margaery's cock throbbed in her hand as she felt her Omega's cunt clench around her cock. She could feel the way her partner was lifting herself to meet her, the way her body was flush against hers. "You're doing so well," Margaery said, knowing the words would make her Omega preen in delight, "I know that you want pups, my love, and I'm going to give you them."

"I-I do,' Sansa keened, "I want to have your pups, Alpha."

How could Margaery deny her?

She increased her pace, sliding her entire member from Sansa before thrusting it back inside of her. Every time she did this she sent her Omega forward, but Margaery kept her in place by tightening her hold on her hips. By keeping Sansa in place, she had nowhere to go, and her cries grew as her ecstasy rose.

Margaery was relentless and possessive as she fucked her Omega, unwilling to let go of her. They had been apart for far too long; something that she didn't intend on allowing again.

Especially as Margaery knew that Sansa's heat would begin soon.

Margaery's dominant nature was more apparent than ever as she pinned her Omega down, kissing and licking her neck as she plunged into her. With every thrust, she felt her Omega's heat growing stronger, and if she lost any of her self-control, Margaery knew that she wouldn't be able to stop fucking her.

"Gods, Sansa," Margaery moaned, "You were made for me, you're taking me so well-"

With each passing moment, the air grew thicker, soaked in the tantalizing scent that was uniquely Sansa's. It was enough to draw anyone in, let alone her Alpha, and cast a haze of arousal over both of them.

"Please, Margaery-" Sansa begged, "Please give me your p-pups!"

The intensity of her touch made Sansa's watery blue eyes widen, and she could only think of being fucked. Her instincts were delighted as she knew that she was safe in their bed, and her Alpha was happy.

She loves you, her instincts cooed, you need to have pretty and strong pups for her.

Sansa whined in agreement, her body writhing beneath her Alpha's touch. She knew that she wanted to be pregnant with her Alpha's pups, to carry them inside her and bring them into the world.

There was the image too, of Margaery drinking from her that made Sansa even wetter. She wanted to let her mate nurse from her breast, to feel the warmth of her lips on her skin. She wanted too, to confess her hopes and her dreams to her. It would be a secret shared between them, one that no one else would ever know.

Sansa knew that her Septa would have told her that her dream was heresy, that they were sinful and would lead her to become a lost soul.

But as Margaery adored the same image as Sansa, how could it be wrong? For her Septa and her mother had taught her from childhood that as an Omega, she needed to obey her mate. Her life was in their hands, and more importantly, her heart was too.

Margaery increased her pace, sliding her entire member from Sansa before thrusting it back inside of her. Their bodies writhed against each other, each wanting to be closer to one another.

The sound of their panting filled the air, as they both came; Margaery's knot swelling inside of them. Margaery moaned as they were tied together, her cock pumping Sansa full of her seed.

Slowly, ever so, Margaery moved them to lay on their sides with her knot between them. Locked together, not a drop of Margaret's seed would be wasted, as it poured inside of her Omega's pretty pussy.

Margaery's chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts swaying gently with the movement. Sansa could feel the heat emanating from her body and could smell the sweetness of her sex. She held onto Margaery's hips, loving the way they fit together, and prayed that they always would.

'Please,' Sansa thought, 'Please, please, please let me stay with Margaery's side.'

And after their ragged breathing quieted, Sansa glanced back at her Alpha with a look of wonder, and uncertainty. There was a question that she wanted to ask, one that she couldn't find the right words to.

"Alpha?" Sansa hesitated, and Margaery kissed the tip of her nose.

It was essential to keep her Omega content and in place, as she could hurt herself if she tried to break their tie.

"What is it, darling?"

Margaery's hand strayed to her Omega's milky white chest, gently fondling her breast. She watched as her pretty pink nipple perked, and wanted to graze it with her teeth.

Sansa asked, her teeth biting into her plump bottom lip. "Could I have your pups, if I wasn't a Stark? Mother... Mother said it wouldn't be possible."

Her trip to Winterfell had left her feeling out of place, as Robb's engagement to Jeyne Westerling was announced. Their parents had warmly celebrated the match, and Sansa was happy for her brother. Only...

Robb wouldn't meet her gaze.

The distance between them hurt as Sansa had always adored her older brother. As children, he would play with her when no one else would, as she liked to play with dolls and Lady instead of sticks, or wooden swords.

More than that, Robb was the one who tucked her into bed and comforted her when their parents had a rare disagreement, or she fought with Arya. The lines in the Stark family were clear: Robb and Sansa were a pair, as were Jon and Arya, with Bran and Rickon getting along with all of them.

As they grew older, their relationship deepened. Sansa supported him as a study partner, filling in when Theon Greyjoy wouldn't, or couldn't, do so. There were some things that only a Stark could learn, and Sansa eagerly helped her brother study.

She had a talent for faces and names and helped him memorize the great families of Westeros and their ancestry. Within it were alliances and blood feuds, and alliances made and discarded - all of which were essential for Robb, the future King of the North, to know.

Sansa had always intended to continue supporting her brother, regardless of the family that she married into. The North was her home, for her family was there.

Only it seemed like everything had changed, and Sansa was left feeling more alone than ever before. She had never felt as if she didn't belong in Highgarden. She never considered that it would feel more like home than Winterfell to her. 

Later, Sansa found herself in the midst of a conflict with her sister Arya when it came to her relationship with Margaery. Arya couldn't grasp how Sansa could have thoughts of having pups, let alone so quickly, which led to their mother overhearing their bickering.

The mere thought of their mother made Sansa's lips tremble. She had asked Sansa to think about why Margaery had chosen her as her partner. It was no secret that Sansa's relationship with Margaery was a result of an ongoing trade between the North and Highgarden.

The harsh winters that the North had been facing necessitated the need for this trade, which would favor the Tyrells, as the unforgiving weather would always be a threat to the North's food security.

Given that Robb was unsuitable, Sansa was an instrumental player in this trade and was the ideal match for Margaery. It would tie the North to the Reach, as well as prevent Sansa from becoming Joffrey's mate and the Crown Princess...

Throughout her visit to Winterfell, Sansa couldn't shake her mother's words and their implications. Lady Catelyn didn't know the relationship between Sansa and Margaery, nor did the rest of her family.

It was one that they couldn't understand.

They wouldn't even try to.

The thought made Sansa's eyes sting and her chest ache. Margaery was so sweet and true to her, that she wished her family would try to understand. Every day felt like a dream, surrounded by the lush greenery and warm sunshine with Lady by her side, even when she felt anxious about pleasing Margaery's grandmother.

Sansa wanted to be a gracious lady as her Septa and her mother had taught her, and an obedient Omega too. Sansa liked being an Omega, one that was cosseted and cherished by her Alpha. She liked Margaery so, so much.

She... She loved her.

Margaery's response was soft and unyielding. "You are a Tyrell now," she murmured. "Whether you were a Stark or a Lannister or a Martell, I would have chosen you as my mate."

The sincerity in Margaery's tone made Sansa's heart skip a beat.

"Even if I were a mad Targaryen?" Sansa asked, her blue eyes meeting hazel eyes.

Margaery's response was swift and direct. "Even then," she said, her tone firm and resolute, "I would have tamed you and made you my mate, sweetheart."

Shyly, Sansa smiled.

Slipping her arms around her waist, Margaery rested her head on the crook of Sansa's neck. Her lips trailed down her precious love's neck, leaving a trail of kisses as she continued to lick and nip at her mating mark. Sansa trembled at the feeling, unable to move away.

Something felt as if it were awakening inside her, and for the first time, she felt as if she were floating in water. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as her limbs grew heavy, and still.

What was happening to her...?

"Margaery?" Sansa whispered, her eyelashes fluttering. She felt warm and cosseted as  Margaery held her closer still, and lay her cheek against hers.

It was a gorgeous sight, one that no one else would ever see.

"You should rest now, little one," Margaery murmured, "Your heat is going to start soon."

Sansa gasped, her lips forming an 'O' shape.  "I-Is it?"

It would be her first heat, one that she had been told little about. Sansa had been told that her mate would see her through her heat, and teach her what was expected of her... it made her nervous, but she trusted Margaery more than she trusted any other. 

Margaery's lips curved upward into a smile as warm as the sun. "It is," she confirmed.

For who would know more than her? Margaery knew Sansa's body as much as she knew her own, for both followed her will.

And if an Omega was mated, their Alpha could begin their heat by making them feel overwhelmingly safe, and secure.

And loved.