Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

Winterfell bustled with activity, the tension in the air thick with anticipation. King Robert Baratheon and his court were days away from arriving, and the entire castle was preparing for the spectacle.

Yet, my thoughts were elsewhere.

On Sansa Stark.

She was already beginning to notice me.

Not much, not openly. But I had caught the stolen glances, the lingering curiosity, the way she hesitated ever so slightly when I was near.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing.

And I intended to fuel it.

If I wanted to truly get inside her head, I needed to make her think about me. Not as a soldier. Not as a commoner.

But as something different. Something intriguing.

And what better way than a gift?

Not something grand, not something obvious—but something personal.

Something that would make her wonder about me.

Something that would make her feel seen.

Discovering Sansa's Heart

To give the perfect gift, I needed to know what she cherished most.

That meant listening. Watching. Learning.

✔ Jeyne Poole was the first to slip useful information. She loved stories, especially ones of chivalry and romance.

✔ Beth Cassel mentioned that she admired embroidery, crafting delicate patterns with precision.

✔ A servant girl whispered that Sansa often spoke of visiting King's Landing, dreaming of the grandeur of court.

But it wasn't until I overheard a conversation in the godswood that I found my answer.

The Key to Her Heart

Sansa sat beneath the ancient weirwood tree, Beth and Jeyne at her side, her fingers weaving through the strands of her auburn hair as she spoke wistfully.

"Lady Ashara Dayne had the most beautiful blue cloak," she said, her voice light with admiration.

Jeyne nodded eagerly. "She was the most beautiful lady in the realm, they say."

Beth sighed. "And her brother, Ser Arthur Dayne, was the greatest knight to ever live."

Sansa smiled, her blue eyes gleaming. "Ser Galladon of Morne was noble, but Ser Arthur was a true knight. My father says no man has ever wielded a sword like him."

Her gaze drifted toward the sky, lost in her thoughts. "I should love to have something from Starfall one day."

And there it was.

The perfect gift.

Something connected to her dreams, to her romantic heart, to her longing for something beyond Winterfell.

I had my answer.

The Gift

Securing an item from Starfall would have been impossible for most men.

But I wasn't most men.

With enough gold and the right contacts, anything could be obtained.

I sent word through one of my merchants in White Harbor, who had connections in Dorne.

Two days later, it arrived.

A small silver hairpin, shaped like a falling star, with a faint blue gemstone set in the center.

Not grand, not extravagant.

But something meaningful.

Something tied to Ser Arthur Dayne, Starfall, and her dreams of romance and adventure.

Something that would make her wonder who had noticed her desires.

And more importantly—why.

Delivering the Message

The gift alone wouldn't be enough.

It needed to arrive in a way that stirred her curiosity.

I left it on her windowsill, wrapped in soft cloth, with a single note.

"A star for the lady who dreams of them. Some dreams do come true. – A Friend"

It was simple. Direct.

And it would drive her mad with curiosity.

Who had sent it? Why had they sent it?

It wasn't a love letter, not a direct confession—just enough mystery to make her think.

To make her search for an answer.

To make her wonder about me.

Watching and Waiting

The next morning, I observed from a distance.

When she found the package, her reaction was exactly as I had predicted.

Her eyes widened in surprise, delicate fingers unwrapping the gift slowly, as if afraid it would disappear.

Her lips parted, her breath catching slightly.

She ran her fingers over the smooth metal, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Then, she read the note.

And her expression shifted.

Curiosity. Wonder. A touch of excitement.

Beth and Jeyne immediately pounced on her, demanding to know what it was.

She answered carefully. "A gift."

Jeyne's eyes widened. "From whom?"

Sansa hesitated.

She didn't know.

But she wanted to.

Her gaze flicked around the courtyard, as if searching for someone—for an answer.

She wouldn't find one.

Not yet.

Let her wonder.

Let her think about me.

Let her dream of the mysterious man who had given her a piece of her fantasy.

This was just the beginning.