Chapter two- She Turned Away

Author's note- Originally this story was meant to just be a Sansa and Jon story. But then I got to thinking and if Jon left the wall for Sansa he would defiantly look for Arya. I thought of ideas and it grew on me. The story would still mostly focus on Sansa and Jon for a while and Arya would go off on her own. But this is what I'm thinking any feedback on this would be very appreciated. Would you like to see that or not.

The sun shined into Sansa's room as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled as she stretched her arms, every morning was anew day of possibilities for her. Hopefully another day of adventures with her brothers. Maybe they would run to the cave of the bronze sword. She could remember that day as if it were moments ago, Jon being excited finding the sword and grabbing it, only to find it all rusted. But still he thought of it as a prized treasure holding it. The sound of Robb's laughs at him for holding a useless piece of junk. But Jon kept it, unknown to the family. In the night she promised to keep it secret.

She left her bed and went to her dresser. With a beautiful blue gown against her skin she left her room. Swaying out into the hallway, the noise of swords clanging with one another came to her, she heard it and knew. Closer she hurried to the widow to the courtyard and there she found the sight of her brothers. Jon stood in the mud a blunt sword in his right hand and her brother Robb as well. They wore heavy armor to protect them from the hard blows.

Ahead of them stood Ser Rodrick before the armory, his face gruff and his arms wrapped around the other watching intently, occasionally scratching his massive white beard. The mud covered both of the brothers, the cold probably stuck to them with that repulsive smell it carried. But she knew both of them welcomed it, especially Jon. There was nowhere she thought he was more at home than holding a sword out in the cold. Unlike most of her family Jon was different, or at least that was how people looked at him. Still in her mind she thought when they were together and the servants would look at him as if he didn't belong. Like he was a wolf itself and they needed to stay away from the vicious fangs that Jon bared or you would be eaten. She never understood why, he was family and she would always find his laughter in the worse days.

Their was another thing different about him, if he wasn't in the hall or with Robb or her he was in the courtyard with Ser Rodrick. Never a day passed that she could remember Jon didn't hold a sword. Ser Rodrick welcomed him and gave him every tip and lesson in his experienced life and Jon listened. Many times she thought of being a knight and only Jon was the one who told her she should. Her mother got word of this and explained that knights were for boys, rotting smelly things not for ladies as Sansa. And that was the end of that, but her brother still encouraged her.

The loud sounds of clashing swords brought her back to reality as some men had gathered yelling the two on. Jon was on the offensive bringing his sword above his head as he moved towards with his body driving his sword towards his brother, cutting air. Even with Robb's massive size he had to back his feet driving in the mud, the sun broke through the clouds and their swords flashed in the sun. Jon lunged forward his sword being blocked by Robb with a grunt as he pushed with his might and charged Jon.

Watching Jon made it look easy as his feet moved swiftly back blocking with clangs until he had an opening and brought his sword to Robb's stomach and with force. Unlike a quick thrust Jon put his body into it driving his blunt sword to Robbs stomach. The armor took the blow, but it still felt like a punch from a man two times larger. Robb collapsed to his knees dropping his blunt sword splashing in the mud. But without a time to pass Jon quickly stood before him lending his hand. Robb looked up with a smile, gladly grabbing it being pulled up. Then with Robb on his feet Jon went to his sword but before he could grab it Sansa watched a little girl with short brown messy hair run up to the sword wrapping her hands around the hilt trying to lift it. Using all the strength she had she managed to lift it barley. Robb and Jon laughed, their laughter filled the air.

"Arya that is too heavy." Jon stated walking to her lifting her from the mud in his arms.

"Your lost. This is no place for little ladies." Robb stated with a smile looking at his sister. She simply frowned.

"No I'm not." She replied.

"Looks like we have another knight in our midst." Ser Rordricks voice boomed throughout the courtyard. As Sansa watched her thoughts were broken.

"Sansa." Her mother voice called for her. She looked over finding her mother walking briskly towards her.

"Have you seen your sister?" Cateyln asked as she stood next to her daughter.

"She's with Robb and Jon out in the courtyard." Sansa explained. Catelyn's looked petrified as she walked closer up to the window. She found her daughter with her son which brought a bright smile to her. But they weren't alone the bastard was with them. To her dislike her daughters and son were always seen with that bastard.

She hated that boy still remembering wishing his death but then cared for him. Once he recovered she still couldn't bring herself to love him, he was a bastard to her and not her son but some other wenches for all she cared and she couldn't care less. Sansa always saw that look in her mothers face when she looked at her brother Jon.

"Sansa." Her mother asked as she looked out to her family.

"Yes mother?" She asked.

"Your brother. I would to speak to you about Jon." She said as she looked at her daughter. Sansa nodded.

"You love him as your brother." She asked as Sansa nodded.

"Jon is not your brother." Her mother said.

"Yes he is." Sansa stated.

"He is not my son but someone else's he is a bastard your half brother." Her words were venom when she spoke of Jon.

"Do you understand?" She asked. Sansa nodded. "Good now you shouldn't be out in the cold you don't want to get sick. Come with me." Her mother stated and the two walked away together. The weeks that followed Jon didn't see his sister, she was always beside other girls and when they passed she paid him no mind.

As years passed by Jon and Sansa grew further apart, unlike when they were younger. Jon found her staying away from him, but when they were together she only spoke two words. "Half brother." Also her eyes pierced though him as like Cateyln's had always. He missed his sister but it seemed the last thing she wanted was to see Jon. It was hard for him to forget the many days they spent together and the laughs they shared. As they grew apart Jon only found his little sister wanted to be in his company. She became the light in his day only Arya wanted to see him and her eyes never pierced through him, she never saw a bastard but a brother more than her family. Unlike Sansa who never again left Winterfell. When her brothers left to visit the wall with their father to see uncle Benjen she stayed home and she never was seen again in the mud.