Winter Wars– The Dragon, The Lion, and The Wolf

Summary: Jaime has decided to cast Cersei aside and fight for what is right. Sansa and Jon have grown close since taking Winterfell, developing feelings they can't deny for long. Jamie learns to be a whole new man, a worthy man, by fighting for someone worthy. Sansa finds herself torn between her half-brother who she has fallen in love with, and the handsome knight whose sworn his loyalty and eventually heart to her. How will Sansa handle the feelings growing for Jaime when she is in love with someone else. A love triangle between a Dragon, A Lion, and a wolf… this may seem OC for a lot, but I feel Jamie has been pushed to the point that he realizes he has potential to do the right thing, and Sansa Stark was a little helpless child when they first met versus now as a grown woman who has faced many changes and challenges. This is based off the SHOW NOT THE BOOKS. So none of that she is a child he is a man horse dung. There will also be some Brienne Jamie stuff... I am not sure how I will work this in as I am ultimately a fan of these two getting together. But I also like the idea of Jamie and Sansa, and then I love the idea of Jon and Sansa. SO I don't know what direction this will actually go in.

Chapter 1: Moonlight

Jaime Lannister

Jaime sat upon his horse not far from the castle of Winterfell, this visit could only go two ways: Good or Bad. Thoughts flashed back in his mind of the moment he arrived at Kingslanding to see Cersei on the throne, he could see in her eyes what he always suspected – madness.

She had lost everything she cared for other than herself, and he realized at that moment the love he thought they shared was all in his mind. She loved about him what he wasn't any longer, the parts that were most like her.

He knew Brienne would be on his side, she was his only true friend in the world, a part of him loved her in a way he couldn't love Cersei, but he couldn't love her the way he could see she loved him.

Something caught his eye, in the window not far away red flames danced in the breeze, pale skin kissed by the moonlight. She could almost look like a Targaryen the way she glowed, perhaps this was what true happiness caused in the Northern folk, for Sansa Stark never glowed in Kingslanding the way she glowed this night.

She was a woman now, not the young Stark wolf pup Cersei tormented- she was Cersei's rival now in every way. For a moment, Jaime thought her gaze had turned to his, that her eyes were capturing his – but like a ghost she vanished from sight.

The cold air nipped at Jaime's skin, he was not as accustomed to this weather compared to his first visit. Jaime waited the night, the Ghost of Sansa Stark haunting him. He knew he was no friend to her in Kingslanding, and had Cersei ordered her head in the beginning, he may have well taken it. A cruel twist of fate then, that she should be my queen. Should she have me in her guard. It was not long ago I shoved her young brother from a window, I would not blame her if she shoved me from the very same one. I would welcome it, to end the cruelties this world wishes you would endure.

Sansa Stark

The air nips at Sansa's delicate skin as she changes into her night attire. Brienne of Tarth sitting by the fire waiting for her. She knew the request, it was one she had made days ago, and waited patiently for her to come to decision upon.

She felt guilty, once more going behind Jon's back. Kind, Noble, stubborn Jon… the one she had begun to grow so close to. Everyday Jon and she played the perfect diplomats, so often they were regarded as Lord and Lady Stark, the spitting image of the former Catelyn and Eddard Stark – which at first felt awkward.

She began to see why they would see it, but she was nothing like Catelyn, not anymore. At night, she got to know the real Jon, the tender Jon, the wounded Jon, the one who wanted a simple quiet life at Winterfell like her own dreams. They would joke about the irony of it all, both had wanted so badly to leave Winterfell behind, and now Winterfell is all they desired.

The cruelest joke was the feelings Sansa could feel herself beginning to feel for her half-brother, the kind of feelings you shouldn't have for a sibling. A part of her knew this was because they were never siblings to begin with, Castle Black was the first time really meeting and getting to know one another. She just didn't know how not to think about him the way she had begun to. The Bastard son her mother hated and taught her to hate growing up.

She wondered often what Jon really thought of her, did he feel like she was his sister? Did she remind him of the woman he talked about – Ygritte? Did he still resent her? She couldn't help but notice the glances and stares he would send her way when he thought she wasn't paying attention.

"Milady?" Brienne interrupted Sansa's thoughts as she brushed her hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror, the broken girl not worthy of the King of the North. Worthy of no one. If only she knew how wrong she was.

"Yes, Brienne," Sansa started from her thoughts looking to the one person other than Jon she trusted.

"I promised Jaime that this night we would have an answer," Brienne tried to pretend like it didn't matter to her, but Sansa could see this meant a great deal to Brienne.

"You truly believe him to be trust worthy?" Sansa asked setting her brush down onto her cherry wooden boudoir.

"On my honor milady," Brienne tipped her head in respect, "if it was not for Sir Jaime I would not have been able to free you from the Bolton's. He made a promise to your late mother, and he has shown me time and time again deep down he is a good man."

"Upon your word of him, I shall meet," Sansa said hesitantly. Perhaps she should talk to Jon about it, but Brienne requested she meet Jaime to see for herself before taking the matters to the King of the North.

"Thank you, milady, this means a great deal. Your faith in me brings me great joy," Brienne couldn't look Sansa in the eyes, she knew she asked a lot of Sansa to go behind Jon's back after Sansa worked so hard to win back Jon's trust in her.

"No regards needed Brienne, I trust you with me life, I owe you my life," Sansa smiled warmly at her guard. Sansa always felt safe with Brienne beside her because she knew Brienne would give her life for her, something she knew Jon would do to.

Jaime Lannister

Jaime was caught off guard when he heard horse hooves approaching his small hidden camp. It wasn't long before he saw the blonde hair of Brienne and her shining armor glistening under the moons bright light. Behind her on a beautiful dappled gray horse with a thick neck sat the silhouette of a hooded figure. Jaime didn't realize he was holding his breath until the hooded figure slipped off her tall horse and with long slender pale fingers slid her dark green hood revealing fire red hair.

Catelyn, was all he could think as his eyes adjusted to find a more beautiful creature before him. She was in every way her mother's better and more. He didn't know much of Catelyn Stark other than her fierce love for her children, her bravery, her cunning, and her loyalty to those she loved. Jaime could see this in Sansa and so much more. She stood there, unafraid, her chin held high, her should square, posture of a confident queen – not the scared little girl she was in Kings Landing.

"My Queen," Jaime finally realized he was staring open mouthed as he fell to a knee and bent his head in submission.

"The brother of my enemy, Jaime Lannister," Sansa's tone dripped venom.

"I admit, I am the brother of your enemy," Jaime said still kneeled, "but the enemy of my enemy is my friend – is it not?"

"How am I to believe that you are not still your sisters sick guard dog, here to latch onto my throat?" Sansa asked, her arms crossed, her tone showing no fear.

"I was once that, I will not deny it, but I can assure you, I am not the same man that I was," Jaime said still on his knees, hoping she would be the one to relieve her, "though I must admit you have a pretty neck…"

"Jaime," Brienne hissed trying to curb his jokester tongue. Sansa smirked, but she wasn't as amused as he had hoped she would.

"I must admit, you look good on your knees…" Sansa heard Brienne gasp in surprise, her hips shifted as she switched from one leg to the other, still watching the King slayer on his knees before her, "Was my neck not pretty in Kings landing?"

"Your neck was young and betrothed, my eyes were cloudy and blind, milady," Jaime smirked, amused by her own sense of humor, "I would gladly stay on my knees for you though Queen of the North."

"Is that so?" Sansa could feel a heat in her cheeks as Jaime's jokes grew more personal, and less discrete. His own wit bringing out a cheekiness in her own language.

"I wish to serve you, in any way you wish," a smile hidden by the hair that fell forward, she couldn't see that he tried watching her from behind his own locks.

"How can I know your words ring true?" Sansa tried to get back onto topic, she had never had much conversation with the handsome captain of the Kings Guard, but his tongue reminded her much of her former Husband's Tyrion.

"I swore your mother an oath to return you to Winterfell, to keep you safe," Jaime grew serious, feeling an ache come to his knees. He was still young, and even aging did not steal the beauty he began to despise, but he could feel age creeping into his body – his knees in particular as he sat upon one on them, "I wish to further honor your mother's memory. She was a king and brave woman, and she loved you children with the fiercest of passions. I can see so much of her in you, yet – you are her better."

"So then shall we call you Oath Keeper?" Sansa asked watching him for a moment. She was returned to Winterfell, not unharmed but that was not due to any fault of his, but of Peytr Baelish and Ramsey Bolton, "rise, Ser Jaime."

"Thank you, your grace," he said standing up, smoothing his hair back. Finding himself for the first time self-conscious of his appearance as he stood there before the beautiful Wolf Queen, "my only regret is that I could not deliver you home sooner. I was sorry to hear about your wedding to Ramsay Bolton, everyone in the seven kingdoms knew of his cruelness."

"Yes, I s'pose that is so. Little Finger still tries to deny his knowledge of such, but what I use to mistake for care and compassion, I now see as manipulation and a pawn," Sansa nearly snarled as she thought of it all.

"Little Finger, he is the cause of many of your misfortunes," Jaime said quietly thinking of the snake that was Peytr Baelish, "is he here in court?"

"No, he is away at the Vale dealing with some private things. He will be on his way back soon," Brienne added in. You could hear the distaste in her voice about the vermin that was Little Finger.

"I have much to tell you on Little Finger, such as how he is the reason for your father's murder," Jaime said as his eyes locked with Sansa's blue ones. He couldn't deny the little Stark girl that he hardly noticed grew into such a beautiful and powerful woman. He could feel a spark inside of him as their eyes stayed locked for a moment.

"I wish to hear more of this, but it is quite cold out here," Sansa said distracted in her own thoughts, "are you alone?"

"I have several thousand men back several leagues, men to use at your command and yours alone," Jaime said dipping his head in respect. She knew she would need to be careful with this one, he could either be a great asset, or bring their destruction. Sansa couldn't pretend like it didn't give her a secret joy to rub in Cersei's face she was not only alive and well, but that she had Cersei's brother and once lover at her side.

"I ask one simple request if you are to be a part of my Queen's guard," Sansa said pridefully, feeling a strange sense of power she hoped wouldn't destroy her.

"Anything," Jaime said bowing his head, his hand on his heart.

"I want complete and utter honesty, even if it's something you wish to not speak of, or something you are too prideful to share, or if it's something you think I won't want to hear," Sansa took a few steps towards him, her face now only several inches from his as he stood up straight, "is this clear?"

"Of course, your grace, my knowledge is yours," Jaime said caught in her eyes, he could see she was searching his for any hint of lying or reason to not trust him, he was certain after the things he heard she experienced she could read a man's eyes well.

"You may take shelter in the castle, I will deal with my brother tonight," Sansa said turning from Jaime, her movements dripping with finesse, "Brienne, please see to it he finds a room somewhere in the lower half of the wings. We don't want him noticed yet."

"Yes, milady," Brienne dipped her head in respect before mounting her horse. Sansa was quick in her saddle, something that told Jaime she spent more time in a saddle then in a carriage. The opposite of Cersei. After Sansa took off at a canter ahead of them towards the castle Jaime finally let out the breath he was holding, a smile on his face.

"What a woman," Jaime smirked a smirk Brienne loved, the kind that was playful.

"Yes, she is," Brienne smiled after her lady, "I told you that I doubt you met many if any women like her."

"You are most certainly right," Jaime climbed on behind Brienne so they could head to the castle of Winterfell.

Jon Snow

The fire crackled, sending dancing lights onto the wall, Jon was dozing off in the chair of his study – a large glass of ale half empty in front of him. He was startled by the soft touch of tender hands on his shoulders. He could feel silky hair tickle his scruffy cheeks as Sansa leaned over his shoulder.

"You are doing it again –" she teased leaving a small kiss upon his cheek. He could feel the heat of her soft lips against his skin, it caused his face to flush, "- to bed with you."

"Aye," Jon had a bit too much to drink again, the growing demands of being King were over whelming. He felt even more intoxicated by her scent, the one he had grown so use to, "where were you tonight?"

"I was taking care of business," Sansa said softly as she tried to help him up.

"I can tend to myself," Jon said quietly, the alcohol stealing his vision.

"Jon, you can share the burdens you know," Sansa was frustrated that he was drunk again. He was heavy, all that muscle weighed more then she expected.

"You've known enough burden," Jon stumbled, his arm around Sansa's neck, as she led him to his bed, "where were you tonight?"

"Jon," Sansa said a bit harsher then intended, "I am sorry I was late. I told you I had something to deal with. As for burden, you have known equal amounts if not more. Do not be afraid to share the burden with me."

"I just want to protect you," Jon mumbled as he plopped onto the bed, "I promised you that."

"You owe me nothing Jon, and you know this," Sansa tried to remove the large wolf pelt covering him. It took a minute and some struggle the kind that caused him to laugh, the dimples on his cheek making Sansa feel a strange sensation in the pit of her belly. Finally, she was down to his tunic, she untied it the best she could.

"Why are you wearing your riding cloak?" Jon grew serious.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," Sansa said lifting his shirt over him. His hand was quick grasping her wrist.

"Sansa?" he asked, his dark eyes focusing on hers.

"Jon," she said with equal determination. His free hand reached up and delicately touched her face, Sansa closed her eyes melting into his warm hand.

"Your skin is ice cold, like you've been outside," Jon's voice was full of accusations.

"Jon please," Sansa opened her eyes and looked down into his, his hand gently cupped the bottom of her chin, something felt intimate in his gesture.

"I just want to protect you," Jon said firmly this time, sounding soberer then he had. Sansa's body fell weak as she finally sat down side him, her shoulder pressed into his now bare chest.

He caught her glimpsing at his chest and torso, the muscles that rippled under the scars of his betrayal. Without thought she reached out and traced them, she could feel his skin shutter under her touch, his eyes closing and his breath heavy as he tried to hold in his urge.

Sansa's eyes lifted back up to catch his, his hand gently grasping one of her red locks as he interlaced it between his fingers. She could feel her breathing grow heavier, as something inside of her built up. Her cheeks flushed pink as she moved slowly towards Jon, as if he was pulling her to him. He took the hand that still had her wrist and moved her hand back on his chest. He couldn't fight the desire to have her touch him again.

Jon moved his face a little closer, kissing her forehead like he had up on the balcony of Winterfell, when he pulled away he rested his forehead against her. Sansa's free hand reached up snaking around his neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind the trail she left. She could feel his heavy breaths on her skin, and she could feel his heart race against the palm of her hand – it mirrored her own.

Jon's hand that was laced in her hair snaked behind the nape of her hair grasping more hair passionately, as he lowered his head until his lips hovered over hers… hesitant. Sansa desperately clashed her own lips against his, tasting his essence and the ale that still lingered.

When she pulled back ready to apologize he had quickly closed to gap, his lips against hers, desperate and passionate, as his tongue found its way into her mouth. His freehand grasping at her waist pulling her closer against him. Sansa felt something inside her she had never felt, something she thought she never would feel again.

Jon could feel the need inside of him, the one he had been feeling for a while, the one he had tried reject but was so tired of doing so. She was now the best part of him, the reason he kept fighting, the one thing that pushed him every day, and the reason he looked forward to waking up. He never could figure out why he felt that way about her, why he couldn't see her as a sister.

Jon was surprised when she quickly clambered into his lap, her legs straddling him, her hands locking around his neck and into his hair. The passion flowed taking away all sense of reason as the one hand not wrapped in her hair around her neck moved around her body. He couldn't deny he had wondered on several occasions what her curvy body felt like.

"Jon," Sansa moaned as his lips fell to her neck, her back arching with desire she didn't know existed.

"Ygritte," the word slipped out, and for a moment he hadn't realized. But Sansa had, her body had gone limp as she pulled away. Her world feeling as if it had just stopped spinning.

"Ygritte?" Sansa asked backing away, "oh – oh Gods, what have I done?" Sansa asked looking at Jon whose face had gone white. She felt for a second she took advantage of Jon, who had been drinking.

"I'm – I'm sorry, Sansa," Jon said reaching out trying to clear his head and figure out what was happening. Sansa couldn't control the tears, she wiped them away shaking her head at them, unable to speak. She quickly turned and ran from the room. He tried to yell after her but he just fell back into his bed his hand on his head feeling like an idiot.

Authors note: As I am sure you can see, I am not a perfect writer. This is simply a fanfiction that's played out in my mind. I do not own any of the characters, and I am not a genius writer as GRR Martin. So, if that's what you expect you've come to the wrong story. I am not a perfect writer, I have a job, two kids, 6 horses, and going back to school so I don't have time to proof read. If this bothers you I am sorry, please feel free to move on. Otherwise please enjoy and leave comments about what you liked and what you thought work, and what you think would work better.

I got this wonderful idea from some beautiful videos on youtube I saw portraying these two, I became a Jon and Sansa fan after season 6. So, it will be hard to decided who ends up with who. Though I have an idea of how it will end and with whom. But this will definitely get juicy between both pairs… Sansa Is a woman after all and start to explore what passion is.

Thanks! =D