Could you do Jon and Sansa's Actual wedding for Marriage to a Queen?

Jon was sitting in a tub of warm water. Tormund looked at him with a smile.

"Why are you here again?" He asked, rubbing a bar of soap in his hair.

"Because, it's funny to watch you try and play lordling."

"I think it would be kingling now." Sam said from his seat, his back turned. He said he would give Jon company, but he would not face him.

"Kingling?" Jon asked. Splashing water on his face.

"She is Queen of the North." Sam explained looking out the window.

"She's a southern queen." Tormund.

"Not to her." Jon said, ducking under the water quickly to rinse off. .

"There's already a southern queen." Sam piped up again. "What would you call her if Sansa is the Queen of the South?" Sam asked, a smile on his face. Jon chuckled as he got up from the tub.

"A very southern queen." Tormund said, seemingly proud of himself.

"Your Grace, please, don't move around so much." Gilly, one of the new maids placed under her care said as she tried to braid the rest of Sansa hair.

"Sorry."

"No need to be sorry. I know I was antsy on my wedding day." Gilly said with a smile. Brienne stood in the corner, dressed in her queensguard uniform for the ceremony.

"We could find another way your Grace." She said, giving her Queen a moment to escape. Sansa smiled at her.

"No, I'm afraid this is the only way, that doesn't shed blood." Sansa stood up, after Gilly finished. "Hopefully." Placing the crown on her head, Sansa looked at herself in the distorted mirror she had.

"He doesn't seem like the last one." Brienne put in, standing to her full height. "But just give the word, and I will execute your bidding."

"Not tonight Brienne. It's a wedding. Its supposed to be happy." She said with a small sad smile. "At least one of them has to."

Jon stood at the foot of the Gods tree. The Southern Preacher next to him. Snow had begun to fall as Sansa entered into the clearing. Her dress she wore was built for a winter wedding, yet still she somehow looked more radiant. Jon took a deep gulp as she walked up to him, her eyes never leaving his. Rickon who had escorted her, handed him her hand, and he took it, as she placed her hand on top of his, in front of the Preacher and the Gods. His heart began to race just a little, as her warm hands touched his cold ones. In that moment, Jon thought that Marrying a Southern -Northern Queen wouldn't be so bad.