The day Sansa was born was the day Jon Snow began to to grasp what it was to be a bastard. For the first four years of his life he had recognized little difference between himself and Robb. They slept in the same nursery, played with the same toys, and were treated with the same loving affection by their Lord Father.

The only difference was Lady Stark, who would often come in and hold and play with Robb, but never did so with Jon. Even when he was in the same room, she rarely so much as looked at him.

Then she was with child again. Jon was too young to understand, but the day Sansa came the bells rang out for joy for days.

Father beamed with pride when he brought the tiny bundle to the nursery and introduced the boys to the tiny, wrinkly human.

He said she was beautiful like her mother, but Jon didn't see the beauty. Her face scrunched up and turned nearly purple whenever she woke screaming.

Father said she was precious and that they were to protect her all the days of their lives, for sisters were made to be cherished.

Jon didn't understand why these words brought tears to the eyes of Lord Stark, but he decided the words were important and that he would obey them. He would protect the ugly little baby, because that was what a good brother was suppose to do.

Then the Lord of Winterfell asked Robb if he'd like to see his mother and took Robb and the bundle away from the nursery, leaving Jon alone.

That was when Jon began to realize that it was his duty to protect the Starks, but not to be one of them.

Over time, the ugly baby did become beautiful. And Jon loved her. While Robb was more fun and they played with swords in the yard, he loved the pretty baby with full pink cheeks and her mother's rich auburn hair best.

When Lady Stark wasn't around, Jon would gather wildflowers and weave them into Sansa's hair. He would hold her pudgy little hand as she tottered down stone halls to make sure she never fell and hurt herself.

Even when Lady Stark bore another little girl a mere two years later, one who shared Jon's darker complexion, it was still the little Lady Sansa that Jon loved best.

But the next year, Lady Stark bore a second son and named him Brandon for Father's dead brother and her slain betrothed.

And pretty little Sansa loved the new baby. She rarely left her mother's side, constantly wishing to hold and help with the squalling infant.

But still she would find Jon and let him lead her through dark halls of the castle and wind through towering trees of the godswood. And in those moments, it didn't matter that Lady Stark never treated him like one of the family because Sansa did.

Then came the day when Sansa was old enough to understand what it meant to be bastard and she began to look at him differently.

My half-brother, she said whenever asked about him.

And that wounded him more than Lady Stark's neglect ever had.

Pretty little Sansa, with her porcelain skin and kind eyes no longer sought him out or let him weave flowers in her hair.

Still… He loved her best.

He just no longer admitted it. Not even to himself.

Since plot prevents me from focusing on these two as much as I'd like in my rewrite of season 8, I thought I'd make a place to dump any Jonsa fluff that strikes my fancy. Updates will be sporadic. No real plot, just background.

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