PROLOGUE
In this story Jon and Sansa have no problem with incest. I decided to make Jon two years older than Sansa. He is 15 andshe is 13. The story will follow the events of the show but with major differences. Daenerys will eventually show up and will be involved in a love triangle with Jon and Sansa. Sorry about any grammatical mistakes or spelling errors. English is not my first language. I hope you will enjoy my story!
Sansa never felt at home in Winterfell. The winters were too cold , the clothes were dull and practical , the castle was too isolated , more than a thousand miles away from the capital and the people were as stern as the unforgiving weather. She dreamed of the South , with its warm and sunny days , and its big cities full of wonders and beautiful things . She prayed to the Old Gods for a way to escape this kingdom of ice. But nothing happened. So she remained there , a little bird trapped among wolves. Not that she didn't love her family. She adored them , but they didn't understand her. They were creatures of winter, as she was a child of summer. An outcast .
Jon was an outcast from the day he was born. He was a bastard , a boy with no name and he brought shame on the House of Stark. Catelyn Stark , the Lady of Winterfell ,loathed him and he couldn't blame her . He was after all , a constant reminder of her husbands infidelity. As they grew up , she didn't let her trueborn children play with him or call him brother. Not all of them obeyed . Robb , the young wolf and heir of Winterfell , called him brother and snick out to spend time with him. They used to hide at the crypts of Winterfell and tell stories about the legendary Kings in the North. Even so , he never felt a member of the pack. He was always a lone wolf.
Sansa didn't hate Jon Snow , she was just pretending. She knew that it was expected from her to hate him , after all he was just a bastard , not a true Stark. But she only felt curious about him. He was always so quiet . A lonely , sad , little boy. And that's why she decided to give him her first kiss. To make him less gloomy. She was thirteen years old and she already knew that she was pretty. Mother used to tell her that the bards will sing songs about her beauty and that all the lords of Westeros will want to marry her. So she thought that a kiss from a beautiful girl , will make him smile . But it didn't.
Jon admired Sansa. He admired her hair , red like the purest fire , her smile , sweet like summer , her voice , gentle as a dove and her grace , the grace of a doe. She was a true lady of the North , made of ice , ice and fire. The day that she kissed him , was the happiest day of his life. It was at the middle of the night and Jon was sleeping at his chamber , when he felt a gentle touch. He opened his eyes and saw her. She was wearing only her nightgown and he could see her nipples , two dark peaks , beneath the fabric . " Shhh ! " she shushed him. And then her lips were on his. He left a moan , as she pulled him closer. He could feel his loins aching for relief. He wanted to take her right there , but he knew he couldn't. She was a lady and he was a bastard. He didn't have the right to take her virginity. "GO! " he yelled. " Leave my bedroom now!" Even in the dark , he could see the pain in her eyes. He hated himself for hurting her , but it was the right thing to do. And it hurted even more , when in the end of the year , Sansa left Winterfell to marry Prince Joffrey.