How many years had it been?
How many long years had it been since she laid her eyes on Jon Snow? Or any of her siblings?
Almost 5 years and those 5 years felt like an eternity to her.
Her heartbeat stilled when she laid eyes on him and she caught her breath.
There he was, walking slowly over to her with a shocked expression. He looked as if he was staring at a ghost. As he crept closer, she got a better glimpse of him.
His hair had been cut short and there was a scar over his eye. He was a man now, compared to the boy she ignored so long ago.
Her tears rolled down her cheeks just as the snowflakes drifted into her red hair. She couldn't feel the cold now that nipped at her face and reddened it.
She wished she could go back and change things. She should've appreciated her elder brother more. If she could, she would go back and embrace Jon. Jon back then would've been confused during that exchange, but probably still pat her head. She could also imagine her mother's disapproving glare, but she wouldn't care.
Why did she have to be so stupid and unappreciative of Jon? Why did a matter of blood have to divide them as children?
As soon as he was close enough, she jumped and threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His strong arms held her close and he pressed face into her face. Her heart quickened in her chest as they stood there, everyone around them was gaping in silence.
They were Starks, they were part of a pack, and the pack would survive. That's when Sansa began to hatch a grand plan in her mind.
She and Jon were reunited and they would take back what was taken from them years ago. They had little information to go on the whereabouts of their siblings. But that didn't mattered. What mattered was taking everything that was stolen from them,
Winterfell and their family.
