Chapter 1: The Truth

"Tell them, Bran" Jon asked his brother to tell Sansa and Arya the truth about him.

"Jon's real name is not Jon" Bran said.

"What are you talking about, Bran?" Sansa asked bothered.

"Hahaha!" Arya laughed.

"He is not our father's son. He is aunt Lyanna and Rhaegar Targaryen's son" Bran continued.

"Wait… what?" Arya asked uncertain "So… this makes us cousins, doesn't it?"

"Yes. They got…" Bran didn't finish his sentence as Sansa interrupted him.

"How do you know? Is this a Three Eyed Raven thing? Did Father lie about this all these years?"

"He did to protect him" Bran continued "Rhaegar and Lyanna were married in secret. Lyanna asked father on her death bed to protect her child. If King Robert had knew about this child, he would have killed him".

"So, if you are Rhaegar and Lyanna's son you are…" Arya was interrupted by Bran.

"He's real name is Aegon Targaryen, he's the rightful heir to the Iron Throne".

Sansa and Arya were shocked.

"Wow… are you going to do something about that? I mean… you have claim to the throne. You have a better claim than your Queen" Sansa asked.

"I won't betray my Queen. I have no interested in being King" Jon answered.

"You're a fool, Jon" Sansa told him "You have everything it takes to be King, not only your name, but you are a war hero as well. You did good stuff for people of Westeros. People will glad you'd be King".

"Please girls, you don't have to say a word to anyone about this. It should be a secret. Promise me".

Both Sansa and Arya promised to not tell anyone.

Sansa didn't speak with Jon for a full week. He was busy preparing the attack on King's Landing. At night he was very tired but during the free time he always found the time to be intimate with Daenerys. On the other hand, Sansa was busy taking care of the reconstruction of Winterfell. After the battle with the Night King, Winterfell was devastated and she was doing everything she could to make her home a safe and comfortable place again.

In the meantime, she thought a lot about what Bran had told them about Jon. She always thought Jon was her big brother, but he was her cousin instead. Her father did a great job to protect him, even if Jon had to grow up as the bastard of Winterfell. "Poor Jon" she thought "He never was a bastard, and yet he had a youth full of humiliation for this reason. He would be a better King than Daenerys Targaryen, if only he'd claim the throne". She knew she needed to speak with him alone to let him change idea.

During the night, Sansa couldn't sleep. She was thinking about Jon and his future. On the one hand she was a bit sad that he wasn't her brother but she knew that nothing would change between them. When they were young she used to be rude to Jon. She had more affection for Robb than for him. After she escaped from Ramsey and went to the Wall, her relationship with Jon improved. He defeated Ramsey's troops and he swore to protect her. He loved her and she loved him. She was afraid their relationship could change now knowing the truth. She absolutely didn't want it.

The next day Jon, after a long day planning to defeat Cersei's army in King's Landing, returned to his chamber. He was tired, he open the door and without even light a candle, he started to undress himself.

"Jon" a female voice said from behind him. He turned himself and he saw Sansa sitting on his bed.

"What are you doing here?" Jon asked surprised.

"I need to talk to you. You are always so busy and so am and I couldn't find a moment during the day to be alone with you" Sansa answered.

Jon lighted a candle. "Couldn't you send someone during the day? I need to rest and you need as well. I am leaving for King's Landing in two days".

"I didn't know you were going to leave so soon. I need to speak with you about your legacy".

"I don't want to talk about it, Sansa. I already told you what I think. I don't want the Iron Throne. I never wanted to be neither a Lord Commander nor the King in the North".

"I know, Jon" Sansa told him standing up from the bed. She went close to him and continued "But you made both a great Lord Commander and a great King in the North… and you will make a great King of the Seven Kingdoms".

"No, I won't" he said.

"You're a great man, why don't you understand? I am so sorry I was awful with you during our childhood, you didn't deserve that".

"I already told you I forgive you" he said.

"Maybe it's not enough, I have the impression you want to punish us, we are your family, Jon".

"You're saying a bunch of stupid things, Sansa. I love you, Arya and Bran with all my heart".

"I don't know, Jon. Technically we are not brother and sister".

Jon took Sansa's face between his hands "Hey… you will always be my sister. Nothing will change that". Then, he kissed her on the cheek.

Sansa stepped back. She was not used to this kind of demonstrations of affection. Between them there had always been few hugs, but nothing more.

Jon realised Sansa was uncomfortable with that and said "I am so sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable".

"Oh no, Jon, it is fine, don't worry" she said "It's only that… I didn't expect this, that's all".

Sansa blushed. The truth was that she felt something. She felt a feeling she only had for Jeoffrey when she was a child. She felt chills long over her body. "Sorry, Jon, it is late and I need to sleep".

"Good night".

Sansa went back in her chamber. She had a mixture of feelings. She never felt this kind of 'attraction' for her brother, at least not until she knew he was not her brother. She felt guilty and stupid at the same time, but she couldn't be able to not think about that kiss, even if it was only an innocent kiss on the cheek. Sansa in all her life never felt true love. She had a crush for Jeoffrey in her childhood but then he turned up to be a nightmare. After Jeoffrey, there was Ramsey. He was the worst. At least Jeoffrey never raped her, but probably only because he died before doing that. The only one who showed up an affection for her was Petyr Baelish, but he was an unscrupulous man who hurted her family. She suffered a lot and even if she was scared to open her heart to someone, she had an hidden desire to love and to be loved.

She couldn't stop to think about Jon. He was a strong and handsome man. He was righteous and he would give his life to protect his family. Daenerys was very lucky to have found him. Sansa thought that the Queen of Dragons absolutely didn't deserve him. She thought that he would have made a better pair with a Northern woman. Northern women were much more similar to him, equally strong and proud. Sansa wanted the best for him. While her mind was full of thoughts about Jon and love, she felt asleep.