Author's Note : This is the first time I'm writing fanfiction. Corrections are welcome! Also published in wattpad under user name needle_no_one

Disclaimer: I don't own Game of thrones. Only some of my own characters.

Chapter 1: King in the North

"King in the North", the words were still floating in his mind. All his life, he wanted nothing more than to be a Stark, to be the part of Stark family, to be cared by Lady Stark as she did for all her children. But when it came to him, she changes to something people forced themselves to believe. She really disliked him. And there was Robb, Arya, Bran, Rickon who other than his father, Lord Stark, loved him as their own brother. But Sansa, as her Lady mother, had never showed much warm affection for him. He won't blame her though, she was always too busy with her stitches, singing and dancing, mastering the courtesies. She lacked nothing to be a proper lady. She was the daughter of Winterfell, they had rang the bells since sunrise to sunset when she was born. She was always pretty with her auburn hairs, and vivid blue eyes. Her beauty was known. Words of her beauty were gossiped all over the Seven Kingdoms. Jon could count the times she had actually exchanged conversation with him as he was just a bastard-brother to her. She didn't hate him as her Lady mother did though, but she never thought him as her own brother.

When his sisters had left for Kings Landing with their father, he had left for the wall. They had left for riches and glories, he had left for fighting against the darkest forces. Never in his life, he had thought he would come back to this castle, to Winterfell as he had never thought Sansa would come to him.

The feeling that, Sansa, at least on her darkest hours thought about him, even though as a last option, makes him feel something he could never express. The day he saw her in the courtyard of Castle Black, her eyes were searching for his. When he met her eyes, his eyes went larger in disbelief and he walked down the steps without leaving her gaze. He was walking fast as if she would disappear like a dream. But she was a reality.

The day she came running to hug him was the only day Jon would like to carve in his soul for the rest of his life. That day was one of the most beautiful days in his life, though he really never had much beautiful days. He felt more 'home' than he ever felt in his life, maybe because she was the only family left to him, most probably. Or maybe, after all those horrific events that happened to him, even got killed by his own brothers of the Night's Watch, she came to him as a sunshine in the winter snow.

She was hugging him tight as if he was the last person she wanted to live for. He hugged her more close making sure she was the only person he would live for. Though she didn't say anything, he could hear her heart, her cries, they remembered their same family together, they remembered the same day they left Winterfell, they had cried for their same father because they bleed the same blood.

"Can you forgive me?", she had asked him with a pleading look in her eyes. The look broke his heart, she had never offended him. There was nothing to forgive. He had wanted to hug her and tell her that anything she ever did to him was always welcome to his heart. "There's nothing to forgive", he had tried to assure her. "Forgive me", she had demanded sweetly smiling at him. Her smile had everything that made him forget about everything bad ever happened to him. "Okay, I forgive you", he had smiled for the first time after those many years of horror. He hadn't stopped staring at her that day as she was having her hot soup and when she turned her gaze to his, he hesitatingly half smiled at her.

Just uploaded my 1st chap. Correction are welcome but no hateful comments please