A JEALOUS WOLF
Sansa's dreams were coming true at last. She was leaving behind her Kingdom of ice , to start a new life , in King's Landing. She knew that she should feel full of joy, but she felt sad and empty inside. Like it was a hollow victory. Even though she didn't want to admit it , she knew the real reason , she felt that way. And it wasn't because she was leaving her home , but because she was leaving him . She still dreamt of their kiss , but in her dreams, they didn't stop. They touched , the way a married couple should touch , and danced this dance of lovers through the night . She shouldn't dream of such things. Not now , that she was going to marry another man and be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She should be loyal to her fiance , the beloved prince Joffrey. Not thinking about a nobody , a bastard that didn't even want her. She was after all Sansa Stark , trueborn daughter of Eddard Stark and future Queen of Westeros. She was going to forget about him and pretend their kiss never happened.
Jon dreamt of Sansa every night. In his dreams he didn't contain himself. He pulled her nightgown off , over her head and exposed her breasts to him. Her breasts were full and soft but as he cupped them , her nipples became hard , showing her lust for him. She was a goddess of ice and he was her true believer. He worshiped her with his mouth and hands and when he couldn't contain his thirst any longer , he buried his cock deep inside her. Those dreams lingered long after he woke up. And they were pure torture, because in reality , he could never have her. She was going to marry the prince , someone worthy of her status . And he was a fool for hoping otherwise.
The Royal Family arrived at Winterfell at the crack of dawn. Sansa stood at the courtyard , alongside her family , ready to welcome them. Jon wasn't there . Maybe he lurked in the shadows. After all he was just a bastard , not fit to meet the King. Sansa was anxious to meet the Prince. She hoped he will be , as noble and handsome as , Aemon Targaryen , the Dragonknight, and love her as much as Aemon loved his sister , the hauntingly beautiful , Queen Naerys. " Daughter calm your nerves. . You have nothing to worry about. The Prince must prove his worth to you . My sweet child , you are worth more than the Seven Kingdoms combined . Can he say the same? " Her father's eyes were full of wisdom and love and she could feel her heart ache for him. She was going to abandon him , but that was the duty of a daughter. To make a family of her own and bring her husband's children to the world . Sansa finally caught sight of the Prince. He was riding a majestic black horse , but he was even prettier himself . A young lion , with golden hair and emerald green eyes. Sansa wondered how his kisses will taste and the thought brought a blush to her cheeks.
Jon was angry and alone. He was the only person left in the courtyard , as everyone else was invited to the great feast. Not completely alone though , because he had Ghost . His pale direwolf was his only loyal companion. As the men of Winterfell gathered to celebrate the arrival of his Majesty King Robert , Jon was left behind , with only one task , to make himself invisible. The mere presence of a bastard boy would be enough to offend the important lords and delicate ladies of the Royal court. Even though the King himself had sired a dozen of them , if the rumors were true. Jon didn't care about the great feast or about the King. His only care was Sansa and the look on her face , when she and Prince Joffrey met. She seemed enamored with him. A rush of jealousy swept through him. Jon wanted to go inside the Great Hall , find the princeling and challenge him to a duel. If he was a proper lord , a trueborn son of Eddard Stark , he could do it. But a bastard boy , dueling the heir of the Iron Throne , was a laughable thought. Suddenly Ghost started to grunt. "Who's there? Show yourself!" Jon called out in the darkness. "Calm your beast boy. It's me Theon." Theon's smug face emerged from the shadows. '' What are you doing here? Oh i forgot that a bastard like you is not invited to the feast. " Theon started laughing but Jon didn't mind him. In his eyes Jon was no better than a stable boy and he treated him accordingly. " I wonder if you will be invited to tomorrow's tournament . It may be your only chance to stop being a bastard. Maybe if you win the tourney the King will make you legitimate! Oh i am just teasing you boy! As if you can win! " Theon continued to laugh but Jon was lost in his thoughts and couldn't even hear him. It was a crazy idea but he was going to win the tourney and prove his worth to Sansa! Maybe he would even defeat the golden Prince himself!
Notes:
I know that the Hand's Tourney took place in King's Landing . This tourney will be a different one . It will be held in Winterfell to celebrate the arrival of the Royal Family.