Winter was coming. Winter is here. Those glacial thoughts emerged in Jon Snow mind. He was sitting in his chair, watching the snow falling through the window of his office. He did'nt take time for himself since he was ressecuted. He kept fighting and had no break. He couldn't shows any signs of fatigue. He have to be strong for his people. He could feel the sensation of Ghost. He was somehow connected to him. The Night King appeared in his recent nightmares that he was having since he was brought back to alive. He died in those dreams a multiple times but his death was different at every nightmare. He was scared to not fulfill his mission. To kill the Night King. But he have other things to worry about. Now the fellow young man was King in the North. He had all the northmens weights on his shoulders. That was heavy to carry. Responsabilities that he never asked but they came in his hands. He have to be what he have to be. A leader. A King. Something difficult to approach for a bastard like him. While he was contemplating his hands, someone knock at the door. It was late. Who could normally knock at his door at these hours. Jon breathes and said with a stone voice :
« Come in ! »
As she entered the room, he recognized his sister, Sansa. He did'nt expected her at all. At these hour what she was doing here he thoughts. He then stepped back with his chair. He saw her, a tall and red haired woman with those pinky lips and her dress fully revealed without her warm coat. He was admiring his sister but not as a brother but as a man. Sansa felt the strong look that Jon gave to her. She was disturb. Jon never looked at her that way :
- Jon, did I do something wrong ? You looked at me with such devotion. I thought I was responsible for something.
- No, You hadn't did anything wrong. You are beautiful. What are you doing here ? You were not supposed to sleep ?
Sansa couldn't help but smile. Jon was still thinking at her as his little sister. Not noticing that she was grown woman. Her heart smiled due to the kind attention given by Jon. She replied.
- Jon. I'm not a little girl anymore. She said as she sat in front him. I was worrying about you, that's why I am here.
- Why ? There's nothing to worry about… He said as he turned his look away knowing someting have alarmed her.
- You a bad liar, Jon. I heard every night about your nigthmares. You do hell of a noise. What is it ? She took a deep look in his eyes. He was avoiding her. Look at your dark rings under your eyes. You seemed tired and used. You'll should get some rest. What his your trouble ? She took his hands by saying those words. Jon felt comforted and assured by his sister. He founds the strength to tell her :
- I am… Well… I'm scared. I am scared of what will happen if we don't succeed to stop the Night King. It will be terrifying and a horror to see his dark plans come alive…
- I see now… You don' have to panic. We're with you. All the northmens. We'll fight together, no matter what. Believe in you Jon. We can do it. She graspped his hands.
- Thank you, Sansa. You'll always there to me keep alive. Even if I don't feel it.
- That's my duty as your sister… She suddenly changed her tone. But as Lady of Winterfell we need to talk. She left his hands
- What he is it ? It's late and you still care about politics ? He was annoying by the turn of the discussion.
- The world doesn't stop to advance. We have to move forward and fast. You are king now. What does it feel ?
Jon was completely disarmed by this question. He was a bastard and treated like that in his entire existence and now he was a king. He had the same position as his father and Robb had. Something that he never expected in his entire life. He finally said :
« Well it feels weird » with a tone that made Sansa giggled. He then pursued. You know… I thought first i twas similar as whats I have experienced in the Night Watch as Lord Commandeer but it is completely different. I am a King and I have nearly half westeros on my command. That kind of power is a dangerous thing… With frustration on his face.
- You are an honorable man. A wise man and a leader. Your heart is as noble as my blood even more. You are not rush or out of control. You have wisdom in you. She took a deep breath. You the last wolf male of our House. The last to carry the will of our Father. You honoured him yesterday and you will tomorrow. I trust you Jon. You'll make a great king.
- You dont' want to give me flowers too ? He hugged her with force and conviction for a few seconds that looked like an eternity. He released from her and met her eyes. He looked at her lips. He wanted more. But he stopped. It was not right. Sansa got her heart shooked by this moment. A strong silence have set between the two of them before she breaks it :
- I didn't agree about your decision to spare Houses Karstark and Omble.
- Sansa… You're ruining everything… Why you bringing up again these conversation.. He pauses. I'm tired of repeating myself. Those children are not responsible of the sins of their father. It's simple and easy to understand.
- You always showed mercy. You have to be ruthless sometimes. They betrayed us and that's why causes Robb's death. They make alliances with the Boltons, don't you forget ? The same ones who abused of me constantly humiliating me and make me feel empty and lost. And now you give them a chance ?
- Sansa… Stop please. I know your pain. I am sorry to not have been there when you needed me. But this as nothing to do with this. I don't want to argue with you about this.
- It's beacause you know you have made a mistake. You should listen to me more often. You just don't care and act by your own. I am Lady of Winterfell, remember ? You have to discussed with me before you take a decision Jon.
- Why you always contredict me ?! He rises tone. He make Sansa jumped when she heard him. He saw that so he come back to a regular tone :
« When is not in front of our banners, it's here in my room. You seem very invest into power and politics. I get it. You smart and you know how to handle those type of situation, definetely. But you have to respects me as a king… No as your king. He lets his words sink in. Me, Jon Snow the King in the North and nothing else. You give good advices but I am the one to take these decisions, not you. Respect your title my lady and mine too… We're the last wolves Sansa. The meutes must survive at any cost. We should not divide each other. Are you with me or what ?
- I am with you, no matter what and I will do my best to fulfill the interest of the North just as mother did. You're my king but let's not forget that I saved your life, Jon.
Jon blinked twice when he heard that. He couldn't believe it. How could she using these arguments as a fact to convince him about the power she asked to deserve. He manages to temper his rage and come with peaceful tone :
- So now you using the fact that you did saved me in the Battle of Bastards to make me approve you and you power. What's your problem, Sansa ?
- No, it wasn't my intention but you seem to forget, that's why I remind you. And do not forget Littlefinger too. He saved you too. Without his army, I will cry you in my grave at this moment, but knowing Ramsay. He would have probably made me his slave.
I'll never thank Littlefinger. He's a rat. He only acts by his own interest. Trust me. I'm gonna take his life. If the time comes, trust me I would. I'll never forget what he did to our father and also to you. He sold you to the Boltons. That's why I don't understand you either. How can you trust him and hang around him like nothing happens. Besides I don't like him to being here, in Wintefell. He would try his fancy manigances with you. Do not let him manipulate you. He's a demon.
- Who tells you that I trust him. I only using him like he used me with the Boltons. He's a genius when it comes to politics and we need someone like that to manages the interest of the North. We also discussed about the possibilities to make the North independent. Which means that their'll will not be seven kingdoms but six…
- You 're crazy with him. We don't even know what will happen with you at this point…
- Birds of a feather, flock together, Brother…
- Spare me, you foolishness. I have something tio say to you and it's important. He searched his raven.
- What is it ?
- I received a letter. A message from Dragonstone. The Targaryen are back in Westeros lead by the last member of their house. Daenerys Targaryen. They plan to conquer the Iron Throne and overthrow Cersei. She has a full army of dothrakis and unsullied. And also… three dragons. She inviting all the great lords of Westeros and also, me…
- Shit… We didn't have enough problems and now he have a Targaryen ready to take the world with three dragons. Are you believing the rumor of her three dragons ?
- I seen white walkers, a myth that I thought all my life so dragons doesn't seems to me an impossible thing to believe.
- She's inviting all the great houses and you, the King in the North… Something is missing he could be a trap…
- We will not know if we stay here…
- Do not tell me that you plan to go there ?!
- I already decide that I'll go. I'm taking Davos with me. I was planning to tell you but I didn't know that you were asleep. I go tommorow morning. I'll have to go quickly. I'll leave you Winterfell and the North by extension. In my absence I need someone that I trust and it's you. Furthermore, it's something that you wanted to have power and to be heard. It's time now, enjoy yourself...
- I'm not fan of this. It's dangerous. It could be a trap. Don't take her invitation ! You don't even know her. She's a stranger. We can't involve in war now. Especially at this time. What will Cersei think if you go there ? She can also burn you alive just like our grandfather and uncle…
- She wouldn't
- But what if she would ?! You keep acting dangerously without considering the consequences of your actions. Just like against Ramsay when you let anger control you and desorganizing the battle plan when your ran to Ramsay. You risk our lives and our future. And know you're ready to do the same at the minute Targaryen bitch send you a message. Don't be a fool, Jon. We Starks don't like the South. Father was killed there.
- It's true, but I'm not a Stark… and I've already take my decision. There's nothing you can do about it… He then put his hands in her face and close the distance between them. Do not worry, Sansa… It will be alright…
- You could get killed…
- Everyone dies someday… He knew death. He already died once.
- You as stubborn as Robb. Very well do as your wish. I will rume the North and take care of Winterfell for you. You better comeback Jon.
- I will… he kissed her forehead and distance himself. As she walks out of the room, she turrned one last time and said :
« You better, Jon » She walks out, leaving Jon in full reflection. He was looking at the raven. Who she was ? This Daenerys Targaryen. Ready to conquer the world. What she will do ? What's her true purpose ? He was ready to find out. He prepares himself for tommorow ride not knowing that he will be changed forever by this new adventure…