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Sansa was walking in the hallways of winterfell, a few days after coronation of her brother Jon, when she spotted Lady Mormont of bear Island, talking to the Maester. Since the coronation took part; many feelings were building inside of Sansa, and curiosity was one of them, she often wonder why Lady Mormont had chosen Jon as King of the North, and not her instead, being the true born child of Ned Stark, she felt, she could bring more to the plate than her brother Jon. And it was because of her that the Vale army had come when they were most need it. Sansa didn't hate her brother for taking the crown, but she was envious and hurt that she didn't get the recognition she deserved, but today she was gonna get her some of her curiosity sated. Sansa approached Lady Mormont and politely ask her if she could have a private word with her in the solar.
"Lady Mormont, I have been wondering since the coronation" Sansa said politely as they enter the solar " why did you chose Jon to be the king in the North instead of me, after all it would make more sense if I had being proclaimed Queen since I am the true child of Ned Stark? And let us not forget, it was because of me the the Vale came save us from a certain death."
"for many reasons, I sworn my allegiance to King Jon, but my question to you is, do you want to hear the truth or do you want to hear my answer cover with honey? And be warned if you choose the truth, you may not like it.
It will be bitter for you."
"well, I thank you, for your warning but be sure that I am a woman grow and I can handle the truth" Sansa angrily replied, wondering if that is how world view her as fragile Lady.
"Yes, the Vale may come to our moment of need, thanks to you, nobody can't deny that, but the reason I chose, and I feel the other lords also, Jon Snow as King of the North is because Jon Snow rode with our army into battle, he didn't stay behind, he led our soldiers, and aye…. The Vale did came, but it came only after the battle had begun, you may had your reasons to keep that secret, but had you chosen to share, maybe we could have save more lives."
Sansa was awestruck by the candor of Lady Mormont, "Lady Mormont, I know that I should have said something about the Vale army but I didn't know if they were going to help us, they came at the last moment, and I understand that Jon was with the army at the battlefield but that doesn't still explain why you chose him over me, not that I mind, but I would still like to know."
A Pensive lady Mormont answered "I was still being polite, but now I will tell you the truth, you may the true child and last child of Ned Stark, but that is what you still are a child no less, even if you are older than I, you are still a child because you hide what you really think or feel,you have truly never being in a position of leadership. And your brother Jon, is selfless to a fault and, like I said he may not have your father's name but he is Ned Stark reborn, something all the houses of the need to be reminded of."
"And you Lady Stark, are the the daughter of Ned Stark, but you spent much of the time in Kings Landing, that mayhap your judgement has become one of that of a southern Lady"
"No, my heart and mind has always being one of a Northern, even in Kingslanding" Sansa quickly replied.
"Not the way, you are always with Lord Baelish, as if you two are plotting something." Lady Mormont said leaving the solar quickly, but before she left she said "You know that there is this rumor that Lord Baelish was the one that lay the trap for your father to be captured by the Lannisters, and that even he was the one that put the knife in your father's neck"
And with that Lady Mormont left, leaving Sansa feeling as if someone had pushed her in a burning cauldron.