Where will we go?

by reincarnatedcrazybutterfly

In which we dive through Jon Snow's thoughts and musings. Older brother to Half-brother to Older brother once more and to something else entirely, this is an exploration of Jon Snow's evolving feelings and roles towards Sansa since the time she came back to his life. (Loosely follows the show from their reunion at Castle Black with Flashbacks from their time in Winterfell)

14. The Tourney of Ashford Part II

The Tourney of Ashford: Part II

AN: We've hit "Rewind" last chapter as Jon contemplates all that has happened since that Sansa confided in him with Littlefinger's end goal, and more importantly, the night after when everything drastically changed. Through the jumps of his fragmented memories, dreams, and thoughts, we see that it all comes back to that one night. Now we push "Forward" and fill in the gaps, starting from the morning of Sansa's name day. Oh and hands down, the longest chapter. Ever. It's a novella worth of words. Brace yourselves. Seriously.

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Hmm?

I wrinkled my brow.

I woke up to a strange atmosphere…strange and foreign… yet pleasant. Then I stilled and reddened as I felt it.

Felt what made this morning different from all others.

For one, the room didn't smell like me…alone.

Another, I was pressed up against a warm, soft, body.

Sansa's.

My eyes adjusted to our rather scandalous position that I knew I should've withdrawn the moment I realized but… I was feeling rather selfish right now, and to be honest… a little disbelieving. I kept still as if one slight move would somehow break this illusion – that this wasn't real, can't be real.

But the soft rise and fall of her soft body against mine, the quiet breathing – the feel of her, her scent, her sounds – the curtain of red I was greeted with… the only thing missing was the – the taste of her… which I could. With just barely a whisper between her neck and my mouth that I only need to move my face an inch…

Slowly… painfully gently… I did.

Just a graze, just a moment, just a taste…

…and a hasty retreat, I held my breath to stifle the groan that was rising.

This is real.

I took in our forms more carefully now that I am fully awake.

Sansa was facing her side towards the window, her back to me. My left arm was under her head, the other was wrapped around her middle, over her arm, my hand on top of hers pressed against her stomach. And my chin was nuzzled over her shoulder. I was so pressed up against her so intimately – at least from the waist up – thank the gods – I had the decency not to be fully pressed up against her. This was a first.

I knew I had to pull away.

I should pull away.

Especially before she wakes up.

Seven hells.

But she was so soft… and she smells so sweet…

And then suddenly as if sent from the darkness, I saw Robb's scowling face.

Just a little longer…I pleaded but just as quickly the shame and the guilt started coming up grabbing at me – grabbing at my honor. I scrunched my face knowing I lost that battle.

So I inhaled deeply and pressed a little closer to her – just one last time, before, with all my strength and will, I pried away from her, as gently and carefully as I could, or rather as slowly as my resistance would allow before I wake her.

I was now on my back with a groan in my throat from the retreat, my left arm still under her head. I froze as she started to stir but she only rolled to face me with a frown on her lips. I thought that was that until I felt her arm suddenly snaking around my middle, her head burrowing under my chin, and now she was pressed up against me.

Others take me.

My heart pounded in anxiety.

I didn't know what to do.

I knew what I wanted to do.

But…

The feel of her against me – I just can't believe it.

This was real. This was real. This was real.

I willed myself to calm down and relax as my arms still stayed stiffly in place. I lifted my eyes from her sleeping form, to beyond her to take a peek over the window and saw that it was still dark out but the slight golden gradient peeking from below told me dawn would be breaking not for long.

Then I remembered. We had just woken not that long ago. That must mean I haven't slept that long since she told me to stay until she wakes.

"I want you to stay with me."

I felt the heat spread out once more up my neck… and down as my heart started to race.

I swallowed.

"Go back to sleep."

I stiffened.

I heard a sigh. But I dared not look.

"Just a little longer… a little more Jon… everything else can wait. Sleep some more," she murmured groggily with a tinge of a whine.

More.

I blinked after a long moment as I gathered the mind I suddenly lost before I let out a deep breath and finally surrendered. I felt her shiver against me that I had no choice but to reach around her with my free hand to grab the furs at her side, pulling at them higher over her – my hand hovering and hesitant before I finally decided to settle my arms around her once… once more.

She seemed to welcome it, snuggling closer to me and releasing a sigh of her own – one that covered me from my head down to my toes with shivers of my own and even more heat.

I swallowed once more. Unsure. But very much delighted. And very much guilty for being delighted.

I broke against my resistance and looked over at her once more. Breathing out relief and a small smile as I saw that her arms were now white and unblemished as was the skin peeking out from her loosened shift, revealing her now unmarked neck down to her collar and her one exposed shoulder.

I reddened and felt myself base when I should be appreciating the vile marks that fucker dared paint her skin with gone like his existence.

But when my hand rubbed against her back as I tugged at her shift and the furs to make her decent and keep my honor – her honor – I amended quickly, then I felt the jagged lines and curves of scars that would never fade, never heal, never go and at once the same white hot murderous rage assaulted me.

"Sleep," she said again more firmly.

And before I lost my mind again, I relented knowing that at this moment it was wise to trust her. She was the only one who had sense at this moment.

I closed my eyes.

…

My eyes twitched and somehow I knew I was being watched.

I kept my eyes closed for a moment and I knew immediately that the sun has risen, noting the brightness that seemed to pull my lids open.

I heard a giggle and suddenly my body was alert and very much aware that I stiffened.

I dared open my eyes then and was greeted with the sight of the chamber door coming into focus over the haze that it had me wondering how I came from lying on my back to suddenly on my side…

I held my breath, barely suppressing a hitch when I felt a hand trailing my arm, a press on my shoulder and… more softness against my back… and warm breath on my neck.

"Are you awake now?"

I jerked at the sound of her soft voice that had a lazy cadence to it – a soft caress of smoothness and edged with roughness that only made me want to voice out my pleasure.

I tensed my jaw for a bit trying to regain some control and finally I found my words.

"How long have you been watching me?"

She gave a stifled laugh before answering. "Not that long. Just a few moments. I just woke up too."

I could only grunt a reply still trying to once again torture myself with how to best approach this…situation. And curse my mind when it brought me a memory of fire-kissed hair and snow beyond the Wall as I realized that this situation was not all that unfamiliar… but in a way a little in reverse, with a body against me than the other way around…

"Sorry for not waking you. I couldn't help but stare," she admitted.

"Stare? Why?"

"It's just… I've seen you sleep before but barely and always in the darkness. But now… this is the first time in almost forever that I've seen you sleep…in the light and well… you look pretty adorable," she chuckled.

I groaned. "Adorable? I've been called many things and adorable was never one of them," I reddened and cringed my face.

"Sorry. I don't mean to unman you or anything," she laughed, not sorry at all.

I groaned again. Unman all right.

She withdrew from me then before I could protest – not that I could – and I felt her lay on her back.

I didn't move. Or rather I couldn't. I wasn't ready to face her yet.

An awkward silence passed but not for long.

"Jon I – "

"Sansa I – "

"No, you go first," I said.

But instead of protesting as I expected her too, she suddenly burst out laughing and I couldn't help but roll over on my back and joined her.

Coming down from my laughter, I turned my head to face her and smiled as I saw her so at ease and relaxed coming down from her own mirth.

Such a beautiful change for her than how she was last night.

She tilted her head to face me then and smiled, her blue eyes dancing with happiness, the glow of the soft winter sun casting caressed her white skin.

I broke from her gaze and stared at the ceiling and blinked. "I don't think I've ever woken up this late…"

"Late? The sun has just barely risen."

I chuckled. "Well, I've always been accustomed to rise before it does."

"Oh right. You've always been diligent," she agreed.

"Yes well, I would've been diligent today too if someone didn't keep me from rising."

"Well, you look like shit, and we have to face our secret council today."

I choked at her profanity before laughing without abandon. "I can't believe you said "shit" your grace."

She snorted very unladylike. "Well excuse me my lord Hand, for not feeling up to being proper this damn morning. I am a little sleepy still. So bugger off."

I looked at her again and smirked. "Is that right? I couldn't tell that you lacked sleep, not with all the snoring that kept me up all night."

She glared at me then and poked me. "I do not snore."

I laughed at her then while she kept poking me. "Alright, alright! You don't. I was just jesting. You were perfectly the very image of a lady in your slumber." At least until you tangled yourself with me. I smirked again.

She sighed then turned to stare at the ceiling and I could see from the shadows that still clung under her eyes that she would do better to sleep in some more. As for me however.

With a deep breath, I sat upright and rolled my neck, leaning backwards a bit towards the headboard.

I felt her starting to rise up when I gently placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing slightly at her to go lie back down, her eyes regarding me with confusion.

I smiled at her and pushed some of her hair away from her face, my thumb tracing the bags under her eyes. "No. Stay. You can still sleep in for a bit."

She relaxed and searched my eyes before nodding. "How about you?"

I shook my head once. "Someone has to start the day," I raised a brow.

She groaned and made to rise once more but again I stopped her. "No. You need to look prettier than this when we meet with the people today."

She smirked at me then. "Easy for you to say, you are already prettier than words without even trying."

I reddened then, my bravado gone then back again with a smirk of my own. "You think me pretty then?"

She flushed a tinge then but her poise never left, "You've always been pretty, Jon. Or haven't you heard? Tormund keeps saying that you're prettier than some of his men's daughters. And don't get me started on the blithering girls you leave sighing in your wake."

I frowned and while it was true I've heard being called 'pretty' it was always with a grain of disdain – almost an insult or an offense that my looks were somehow the culprit to whatever advantage they seem to think I have…or my folly as the weakling pretty boy maid. And blithering girls – seven hells I must be blind but I never even gave any of that any thought. The only sigh I wanted was from one girl.

One girl I don't think I can ever have. Or was even allowed to have… may never have.

Now I was the one sighing.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes. "In any case, despite your exaggeration, this Hand of Queen has duties to attend to while his Queen sleeps in."

She frowned then but with a shrug, she didn't protest and even waved a hand of dismissal at me dramatically. "I'd argue some more but said Queen is tired. And wouldn't want to protest if the Queen's Hand offers to take away all of her responsibilities so eagerly."

I nodded at her fighting back a laugh. "I am. Most eagerly offering."

She smiled at me then, all jesting done, and reached for my hand. "Thank you Jon. Just for today. Just for a little bit longer," she looked at me with such gratitude and trust that I had to smile wider at the thought that she was so willing to rely on me some more.

"I'd have you sleep here all day for even a week or a moon's turn if you want but you'd have my head first for taking you away from doing your job – and not to mention, keep me from destroying your kingdom."

She sniffed then. "Seven hells, you are. I'll be up in no time, well rested, and very much eager to run my kingdom. Gods forbid you run it down or the council eats you alive."

I laughed then.

She grinned at me and shook her head. "No. You'll do just fine. I trust you."

I nodded at her. "Well thank you for allowing me a couple hours of your kingdom. Now I need to go start on those hours then."

She squeezed my hand then. "Wait. Promise me you'll wake me up by midday?" She looked at me pleadingly.

My heart warmed at that. I grinned and nodded before dropping a kiss on her head. "I promise. I promise to come earlier even in case I'm on the brink of burning the keep."

She laughed then and I reached out and made to close her eyes with a sweep of my hand. "Now sleep, my Queen. I'll take care of everything."

She smiled then and in no time she was under once more.

She must be really tired and I couldn't blame her. Last night was a whole new level of torment for her. One that exhausted the heart and the soul. Just coming to me with her doubts and fears that she so relentlessly keeps to herself took a great deal from her. And to seek comfort almost desperately and with embarrassment – that I knew. I knew it was the biggest battle she fought among all that exhaustion finally won over, giving in over everything else, and placing her needs above all finally this time.

I smiled as I closed the door and leant against it.

And…

Tired as she was, she was happy.

At ease and relaxed…with me.

She was happy.

Waking up with her was as sweet as I imagined it – a gift I would never deserve.

Just as I was about to revel in my…bliss – there simply was no other way to describe waking up with the woman you love, I was suddenly surrounded by Sansa's Queensguards who were looking at me with varied expressions on their faces but all with arms folded across their chests.

"What is it?"

The Hound merely rolled his eyes before clapping at my back and shoving me to move forward. I couldn't even protest as Brienne and Jyanna had their arms around each of mine - all of them pulling and pushing me towards my solar.

"Now let's talk about you, my lord."

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We all applauded, never mind that for Sansa and I – just politely so after the play ended. Sansa stood up and and raised her hands to calm the crowd before addressing the mummers.

"I thank you for the most entertaining display you have showed us. I shall have you well compensated for your troubles for coming at such short notice just for my benefit, and also just because I was thoroughly fascinated. I thank you all once more and it would please me greatly if you take part and join us at the feast my generous people have prepared tonight," she graced them with an appreciative smile but I could sense the storm that was well kept in her eyes.

She then looked at Littlefinger and graced him in turn with a smile so big it almost deceived me if I did not take cause to see the slight clench of hand at her side. "And Lord Baelish, you honor me so for taking the most trouble to arrange for this. You have my gratitude."

And the slime ate it up and bowed so, his predatory eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. "It was no trouble at all…my Queen. I only wish I could've done…more."

I gritted my teeth but only for a fraction, hardening myself – making myself look as impassive as possible. And in time to because he slid his snake eyes at me and smirked.

Then from the corner of my eye I saw Ser Davos being approached by Ser Randar Flint, head of Winterfell's personal City Watch. Ser Flint was from the Flint's of House Flint of Widow's Watch who while primarily our vassal, answers directly to Lord Manderly who chose him specifically to head the Watch and when asked of his loyalty, Ser Flint recalled having to bury the flayed body of his twin brother Bryer Flint who was found with a crossbow at the stables during Sansa's wedding to Ramsay. Bryer Flint though raised in Widow's Watch, was fostered in Flint's Fingers, making sure both were united.

At this admission, and the knowing look at both Ser Flint's and Lord Manderly's eyes, I vowed to myself to never doubt the loyalty of White Harbor and its vassals to House Stark again.

I scanned the crowd to see that indeed the guards cloaked in grey, the lone white wolf head with blood red eyes embellished on their arms and armor meant to honor me, were scattered and alert. Being the Hand of Queen, the Wolf Pack as they called themselves, answered directly under me after all and the reversed colors of House Stark, never mind that they symbolized my former bastard status, felt appropriate as I have denounced all rights to my names and houses. I felt honored all the same.

I looked back at Ser Davos who along with Tormund, insisted to be my personal guards. Both men were now talking with Ser Flint and all of them had deep frowns in their faces. Sansa noticed my gaze and followed it before looking at me with concern and that was my cue to walk over to my men. I beckoned at them to follow me to a more secluded area away from earshot of suspecting people.

Ser Flint immediately bowed his head upon seeing me. "My lord." I nodded at him to speak.

He looked then at Tormund and Ser Davos before speaking in a low voice. "My lord, I would not have come if it was not worthy of attention. But as I have told Ser Seaworth and Lord Giantsbane, there's been a slight disturbance in Winter Town – between two merchants who arrived and by the Magnar of Thenn, Sigorn. We've handled it but the tension that was left may need your personal attention." Amidst his severe expression, I had a feeling there was something else that he was trying to tell me.

I looked at Tormund and Davos who waited for my command. Though I knew from their ready stance that they knew.

I nodded at him then. "Very well. I shall request my leave from my Queen first."

I walked over to Sansa who was looking at me with concerned eyes. I tried to give her a reassuring smile and a shake of my head.

"There's some bit of a commotion among some merchants and some of the Wildlings at Wintertown. I have to go check it out," I explained.

Her eyes shone with worry but she nodded. "Will you be gone long, you think?"

I thought before shaking my head. "I don't think so. I'll come back to you before your feast starts."

She sighed and wrung her wrists, the pucker in her brow didn't disappear.

I reached over and pressed my thumb over that crease making her frown deeper at me. I chuckled. "I'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it. Anyway, there are lines and lines of people wanting an audience with their Queen."

She wrinkled her nose then finally relented a smile. "Well you better return my lord. Someone has to dance with me and I will not dance with anyone if you are not there. And if you're not then…" She sighed. "Then you're not. Though I do so enjoy dancing…" I smiled at her feigned suffering.

"Then I should return. Gods forbid I be the cause of your sole misery on your name day even if I have to suffer through the process of dancing," I smirked.

She smirked at me and prepared to walk down and meet her people, giving me a dismissive wave. "Run along now, my lord Hand. Do your duty then come back and do another."

I bowed at her and placed a hand over my chest. "As my Queen commands."

She nodded at me and walked away, her Queensguards forming a perimeter around her. There were just three today. Sandor, Brienne, and Ser Galbert. The rest were currently preoccupied with other matters. I called Ser Flint over.

"Have twenty of your best men add themselves to your Queen's guards. She'll be surrounded by the smallfolk and nobles for the remainder of the day. I trust you to task your men to keep your Queen's safety as paramount while I go settle with this dispute you reported. Order your men quickly then follow me" I commanded.

He bowed. "Yes, my lord. And…we do have more crossbows at the ready this time," he smiled thinly before quickly going to his men making quick orders.

I gave him a knowing look before I turned to Davos and Tormund, nodding at them to follow me as we make our way to Wintertown.

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When we arrived we were immediately ushered towards the Wildling camp saying that the merchants in question had made peace with the Wildlings and opted to shelter with them rather than the inn at the newly reconstructed merchant village.

Sigorn Thenn met me as he waited with Ser Bryer Cassel, Ser Flint's lieutenant. I was glad that Tormund and I decided to let him be the de facto leader second only to Tormund to the Wildlings. Even if Tormund openly didn't like the Thenns especially when they were under Styr, he liked Sigorn. And I did too. Among the wild folk, the Thenns were the most culturally advanced and disciplined. And Sigorn was a just leader who was just as fierce as he was reasonable.

Ser Cassel bowed his head to me before speaking. "My lord, the merchants and the wild folk have agreed to make amends. I'm afraid there's not much to do here as the tension all came from the smallfolk who were all more than ready to rid them of the strangers. They are now under the hospitality of Magnar Thenn. Still…" he gave me a look. "Still, my lord, perhaps since you are here you might like to meet them?"

I looked at him a great deal before turning to my companions.

"We might as well, my lord," Ser Davos nodded.

"Come Snow. Sigorn, they be at yer tent?" Tormund faced Sigorn.

"Aye. Though I think your wolf beat you to them," he said.

"Ghost?"

"Aye. Wouldn't let them out of his sight."

"Take me to them. Now." A gnawing suspicion and dread crept at me as I followed them to his tent.

I was ready to face just about anyone except this.

Sigorn, Ser Davos, Tormund and I entered the tent and were greeted with someone I never expected to see.

"Well if it isn't the bastard of Winterfell! Oh wait, sorry force of habit."

I gaped, "Lord – "

He shook his head rapidly holding his hands up to silence me quickly. "There are no lords here, Jon Snow. Well, except you of course."

"I don't – I don't understand."

He chuckled then and earned the growl of Ghost who stalked in front of him. He merely scoffed as he eyed my wolf curiously. "Still don't like me, I see. Still, I've faced worse pup. Now run along now and stay by your master's side like a good boy."

Ghost growled silently at him before padding over to stay at my side.

Seven hells.

"Anyway, Lord Snow. Or rather, Lord Stark or do you go by Targaryen now? Catch me up here." He eyed me with amusement.

I huffed and crossed my arms against my chest. "Bastard will do. As I recall that's all you call me. What are you doing here?"

He raised a flagon to his lips and downed a large amount before speaking. "Come now, Jon. Is that the way to treat an invited guest of yours?"

Then suddenly, Lady Alysane emerged from outside the tent and bowed to me in greeting and it made sense then.

"You're the envoy?" I gasped.

He sighed and shrugged. "Were you expecting someone else? They can't send just anyone. And given my relations… I am both the worst and the best to be sent here. Depending on the receivers of course."

Lady Alysane addressed me then. "I did not mean for any deception but I have cause to deliver him discreetly here. Larence will arrive in two days approximately with the other envoy, my lord. But for now, for the safety of our Queen, we have to keep this farce." She said with no trace of apology whatsoever.

My brows furrowed and my eyes twitched in irritation that Sansa's Queensguards were acting all around me – over me but I'll let it go for now. They were only doing their job. But now I have to hear this all out.

"As the Lady said, I can't announce myself – not until the time is right," he said.

"Okay, I'll hear you all out but just answer me this. How in seven hells did you get Lady Mormont to trust you?" I asked.

He chuckled then and I heard a snort from Lady Alysane. "Oh I don't know about trust but I believe its time you saw the other half of these two-person trouble-making merchants."

And then from the shadows, a large middle-aged man with balding brown hair and a tightly bandaged arm approached. It took a while but I remembered him.

I was but a boy when father – Lord Eddard wanted to execute him.

"A pleasure to see you again and now fully grown, Jon Snow. I see that Longclaw looks better with a wolf rather than a bear as its head" he offered a grim smile.

"You're – "

"Alright, alright I see that we won't get far if we don't assign names," the other man interrupted me from saying this man's name.

I looked at Lady Mormont who nodded at me in confirmation, her mouth a thin line, closed, refusing to reveal more.

"As we are both very known fugitives to the North and to the South, you see the conundrum of revealing out loud who we are. So names – right – you can call me… Dunk."

A snort erupted from the other man earning a glare from the other.

"As I was saying, you can call me Dunk like Ser Duncan the Tall. I'll have you know, I have been called tall in many many many ways when it matters the most," he grinned wryly.

My head ached in wonder and irritation but I nodded at him anyway. "Fine then."

He clapped his hands together before looking up at his companion. "And you can call him Egg because he's an egghead who got himself cracked with grayscale."

"Might I remind you how I got it in the first place?" Egg replied with a glare of his own. I could hardly register anything past him mentioning grayscale as everyone else including myself tensed. Ser Davos even gasped. Tormund and Sigorn looked at each other in fear. Wildlings feared the "Grey Death" as they called it.

"Oh bugger you all. Egg has been cured. Courtesy of the Red Lady," Dunk admonished.

I stiffened and felt Ser Davos shake beside me. "Red Lady? Melisandre?"

Dunk looked at me confused and shook his head immediately. "What? Who? No. Not that you would know her, but the Red Priestess who healed Egg was named Kinvara. But that's not the point of this meeting. Two matters, we need to discuss, Lord Hand."

He beckoned to the small table in the middle of the tent where we all sat around to. It was a good decision to have this conversation in the middle of the Wildling camp if we wish for discretion. All the wildfolk knew each other and strangers were not tolerated without meeting with the Magnar first.

"Now then," Dunk reached for the pitcher of ale and poured himself a tankard and another he slid to me. "Drink. You'll likely need it."

I shook my head. "I'll need a clear head to make sense of this madness."

He chuckled. "Drink nonetheless to relax that Stark seriousness a bit."

I stared at the tankard and shrugged before taking a swig. "Now talk."

"First matter is this," he handed a scroll to me sealed with the Targaryen sigil. I broke the wax and quickly read the contents.

I looked at him and let out a breath. "She agreed to all the demands."

He nodded. "Yes. All that and more. She would've even offered her hand but alas she needs you to further your family name. Hers and yours as I should clarify."

I shook my head. "I cannot. I've already renounced any claim to House Targaryen."

He waved his hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, we've heard so that you can solidify your sister-sorry-cousin's claim but that is her one demand. She needs an heir Jon."

"She doesn't need me to be her heir," I rebutted.

Dunk looked at Egg then and they shared a silent conversation before ending with a long sigh from Egg who looked at me. "She needs you and only you to be her heir."

And suddenly I understood what they were getting at.

My aunt was…barren.

I felt ill.

I let out a breath. "I don't want the Iron Throne. I don't want to leave Winterfell."

"Yes, and you don't want to leave your beloved queen, Sansa Stark," he looked at me seriously then.

My mouth hung. Does everyone know?

Even Tormund and Davos looked uncomfortable but their eyes said they knew something.

I kept silent.

Dunk sighed and looked at me with a trace of sympathy. "Your aunt is only a year younger than you Jon. You won't be sitting on the Iron Throne in a long long long time. Your aunt is practically immortal. Oops. Bad choice of words. Sorry. Anyway, she won't keep you from the North. She is well informed of what happened to your queen," He grimaced then before clearing his throat. "She understands what you have done for her and she respects that. More than you know she does. She has nothing but respect and admiration for Sansa Stark. As do I. Even then I knew she would survive us all. Anyway, 'The North belongs to her' Queen Daenerys even said. If only she did not need you to create heirs, she would well leave you be. Everything has its price Jon. And besides, she's family too you know. That's her way of protecting you too if anything."

I sighed there was no backing out of this.

"Besides, if you are worried about the Northern Lords, the reassurance that practically the whole of Westeros will aid in defending against your ice monsters may be enough to assuage them. Considering the alternative," he eyed me severely then.

Two hundred thousand men, the letter said. We don't even have half of that and she had three dragons too.

"And, you are free to marry your cousin and even that match cannot be disputed and has many wonderful benefits for everyone," he smirked. "Your aunt even allows it, encourages it even, just so you know."

I openly glared at him then. We really can't avoid this issue can we?

He cocked his head. "No? Hmmm. A sensitive topic then. But one we shall go back to. Next agenda would be to free Sansa Stark from one twittering Mockingbird."

My ears perked up then.

"Did you know, Jon Snow that once her betrothal to that mad boy king was broken, that Littlefinger offered to marry her instead?"

I wanted to wretch at the vileness or hit something – hard. Still I kept silent.

"Well he did but Cersei all but laughed at him saying that as much as she loathed Sansa with the passion of a thousand suns, she saw nothing in that proposal with a lowborn to make use of that match. Still that snake somehow kept whispering nonsense into poor Sansa's vulnerable ear and I'm afraid his claws are sunk deep, and his influence spread out too wide to warrant caution. Do you have a plan yet?"

"I have yet to talk to some of our council but we plan to have a trial for him. One that ends with his head under my blade," I smiled wryly.

He laughed then. "While I would enjoy that. Truly. We have to play the game and play it right. You have amassed charges against him I presume?"

I nodded. "A lot."

"I figured. You do have the Hound on your side. Thank the gods for that dog. He was most dutiful to your dear cousin and I know first hand what he thinks of the crown and the Lannisters that held them. I'm sure he had interesting things to say," he grinned. "But as for the evidence, leave it to me. I have a friend with many little birds. You shall have your trial. I trust that you are taking care of getting the rest of the Vale to your side? Specifically, all of the Vale except him? I cannot help you there regretfully. Bad memories," he shuddered most comically before raising a brow at me.

"Yes. We're working on that."

"Good." He said while taking another swig of ale. "Aah. Now to the difficult part of this meeting."

I braced myself and glanced at my tankard.

"Go ahead, you might need it."

With another hasty breath, I took a swig before nodding at him to continue. Here we go.

He looked at me for a deal, all traces of humor gone. "Littlefinger has been trying to turn the two of you against each other isn't he? Starting with Robb Stark's will?"

I looked at him incredulously. How does he know all these?

"By that reaction, I would take that as a yes. Well, based on what I learned and heard, he's been trying to plant seeds of doubt and other things among the people – the two of you most importantly. Case in point, the play he so carefully picked to show today," he started.

I feared as much.

"It is common knowledge - that your young queen has been passed around from suitor to suitor. And now he presented another one. You know very well who he means, judging from that show he had play out. So now you ask me, what does he really mean to do? Drive the two of you apart or push you two towards each other?" he asked.

I wondered myself. It just doesn't make sense.

"One one hand, it would be easier for him if he could turn you two into enemies with clear intention on who he would side with. He tried that by baiting Sansa to resent you. Telling her that she did not get the credit she deserved while undermining your blood. That failed right? Thanks to the intervention of one Howland Reed and his pretty speech. And then when that didn't work, he tried to goad you. Bait you into claiming the Iron Throne. But you shamed him then when you declined it all. And that made him very very very mad at you. Not to mention just the mere look at the two of you looking like Lord and Lady Stark reincarnate. Oh that must drive the dagger deeper into his pride," he smirked.

"It's all even worse now that he is almost convinced that the two of you are in love," He raised both brows at me.

I could only stare at him in disbelief, my eyes wide, mouth hung. I looked at Tormund, then at Davos who looked at me rather uncomfortably but with no indication of denying.

"While I can only… speak for myself, I don't think she…" I trailed off.

"Ah! Finally the truth. Well, be that as it may. You seem the most palatable suitor, her feelings lets say, are still in question, but she cares for you from what I heard. But that's not the main point. Littlefinger has presented your people of the many possible ways to divide you two. And the many ways the North gets fucked if it happens."

"You have all that you need to take all your claims, and she has enough men loyal to her – translation, she has Baelish at the wings. And this, I can hear from the small folk. They fear the day that the two of you become enemies," he looked me over before grimacing.

"But, we don't give them any cause to make them think we are less than devoted to each other. We've been… we've been nearly inseparable since our reunion," I offered. My heart thundering in anxiety. Have we? Have we really?

"They've been trying to get the two of you to tie yourself to the North more committedly, I believe. Yet I've heard that marriage is a sensitive topic for the both of you… Understandable given the past traumas and such, yet the people could only wait so long and be… suspicious and uncertain for patience to take over longer. Do you understand what I am getting at?"

I thought it through. I swallowed. He had a very good point. "Then what do we do? I can't leave the North to go South. And none of us want to marry anyone."

He looked at me like he was lecturing a child. "I'm sure you know what you should do."

My eyes hardened. "No."

He cocked his head. "No?"

I held my tongue.

He looked at me with confusion then. "Don't tell me you're opposed to the idea so much?"

I looked away then. "It's not that."

"Then what?" Finding that he would not get a response from me, he spoke again after a sigh.

"You wish to prove that you are united? Then there is only one thing you must do. Because like it or night, they will keep suspecting the two of you to fight. And once they do they themselves will be pushing the two of you – pressuring you to do what you must. And you will be left with no choice but to agree."

He paused then and gave me a sympathetic look. "Take each other. Unite the North and the South. If you do this, then you lay to rest all the doubts that surround the partnership you two have established."

I was breathing heavily now, feeling backed against a corner with no escape. "I-It's not that simple."

He looked at me with a hint of annoyance then. "Do you know why Littlefinger is taunting the two of you at each turn of being unmarried? Of dangling the idea of the two of you marrying? It's because once the two of you get married, Sansa will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms by marriage. Of course, he would have Dany killed first. But then after should anything happen to you Jon – whose to stop him from getting the picture he painted for Sansa?" He lashed out at me with the plain hard truth. Loud and clear. "And Sansa… she'll be left to deal with him when you die. I don't know how long she can last this time. Or if she would choose to follow you right away. Either way, this could only end badly for her."

Bile and frost and flame rose up and washed over me as I stared at him in horror.

"But he is a clever one. That he is. He will only push for this union after he makes sure that it is a forced one. Planting seeds of doubt to Sansa, tapping into the darkest most vulnerable parts of her – making you to be another man forced upon her. Just enough for him to tap into later. Just to torment you as a small victory that though you may have her, she would only tolerate you dutifully whether he's right or not that you love her. If he's right, then this would kill your heart. If he's not, then he'll kill your sense of honor and fill you with guilt for doing this to her." He stopped and examined me. His eyes impatient yet imploring and forceful.

"If you do not act first he would. First he would go to her and make her agree by appealing to her kinship to you and her affection to you - that the union would protect you. Then he would appeal to her fears that she would be safe with you. Then he'll drive it home by appealing to her intellect this was the smart move. And after, he would turn her against you saying that by marrying her it was some kind of revenge you have for her mother deep deep down in your heart where the bastard part of you will never die. That the loathed bastard got everything including wedding and bedding Lady Catelyn Stark's beautiful little girl – the most prized of all that Winterfell can offer. The key to the North, the Riverlands, the Vale in the East, maybe even the Westerlands through two Lannisters who are indebted to her. He'll make her believe that deep down you weren't much different than any of the men who used her."

I froze as I took in his words and chills crept up my spine. I couldn't doubt anything that he was saying. Baelish would do that. He could do all that. He started already. But I would never – I never thought of revenge. This was all far from my truth. Yet I cannot deny the plausibility that it could be.

"I can't…I can't allow this. Petyr Baelish must die," I vowed. "Now."

"You know we can't do that right now. He has you all surrounded at the moment. One false move and this will be a slaughter for the North. It won't be beneath him to kill Sansa before the North, before you. Your aunt would of course bring her dragons on him but would that matter? Would that matter if the love of your life is dead?" He said them harshly but I could see his eyes wavering slightly. He sighed then. "Your aunt offered to bring her dragons here and meet you but some battles cannot be fought by steel and force alone. Politics is a different arena, I'm afraid."

"Listen, Jon. Or my prince," Egg began, the first to speak out after Dunk did all the talking. "He already knows that you love her. And he's using it. But Robb Stark's Will was the test. What matters to you more, Jon Snow? Her or all your childhood dreams come true? Love or Power? Before you answer, I want you to think. Really think. If you truly love her, you will choose the right one." He looked at me then and I saw the sincerity of the understanding in his eyes.

"And if you truly love Sansa, you will choose Power." Dunk answered for me.

"But – I don't," I started. "None of it matters. Only her. And…and if I do agree to the…betrothal, can't I just ask her now? Can't I be honest with her with all these? Sansa is the most understanding and the cleverest person I've ever met. And she knows the game too. She was forced to learn. You say I should choose power and I get your meaning. But if I say that, it would mean hurting her. And that's the last thing I want for her."

Dunk looked at me with pity and I saw that he was considering my words before speaking, "We know. It's as clear as day what you want. But you need to make her doubt you. It's the only way we can throw Baelish off. Right now, I'm sad to say but he knows Sansa better than you. So if she's in the game, he'll know. That's why it has to be you."

He sighed. "It is cruel and deceitful but you have to at least do something – anything you will just as long as you yourself put the tiniest doubt in Sansa's mind. Any way you see fit as long as you do it and Littlefinger sees it. It must come from you before she hears it from him. You have to give her room to doubt your intentions. You are in the game now, Jon Snow."

"I don't…I do not know how to play the game." I admitted in defeat.

"Then learn. Try." Dunk forced.

"And if I choose otherwise?" I faced away.

"Then Sansa will love you if she has not already. She will freely love you. And he will see that. He will see that she will be honest to you and not need him anymore. He will have her killed." He said grimly.

"She is the most protected person here! How can he possibly get to her?" I shouted. "I've been warned of the same from the Queensguards. But I can't help but question how he could do it!"

He rose then from his seat. "Would you risk it?"

I stopped.

He sighed and sat back down and swished his tankard. "It's easier to make him believe that he still has a hold on Sansa. Because that, we can predict. Otherwise, if you choose the other route, either he threatens to kill you and make her desperate and you know better I suppose, the lengths of what she would be willing to do under desperation and her devotion to you. And if you die, she'll change. A part of her will die with you, everyone can see that. She'll change past the point of returning. Her heart will harden. And she'll have no one to turn to but Baelish because vile as he is, she knows his intentions and she'll be forced to think to make him an ally than her enemy or worse…she might think to do something unthinkable" He warned me.

If Ramsey wins, I'm not going back to him alive. Do you understand me?

I sucked in a breath as overwhelming dread filled me.

"Tell me now, what did her Queensguard ask you to do?"

"Push her away. Hurt her if I must. At least after today. Do not cross brotherly affections," I recalled almost monotonously. My body was shaking, I knew it.

"Do it. Though if you could avoid hurting her, that would be ideal. Treat her like a brother and only but. And you might both get out of this with less scars and damage. Then if presented with the idea, you can play at resisting it but then reluctantly agree. But you cannot marry her for love. You have to give her doubt. If that need arises, then you hurt her. Choose power. Make her believe you did it for power or anything else."

I wanted to both weep and commit murder. My emotions were running wild and fast.

"I don't think I can hurt her. The very idea repulses me. I'd sooner run my own sword on myself than hurt her," I spat in disgust.

You're the only one I trust completely now Jon.

I held my throbbing head with one hand and clutched at my equally painful chest.

I felt a hand on my shoulder but did not bother to look at who it was.

"If you love 'er, you must."

Tormund.

I looked up at him then at Davos.

"When he is dead, you can make things right again with her, Jon." Ser Davos said gently.

"I can't deceive her. I'm going against all that I've vowed to protect her from. Can't you understand that?" I tried exasperatedly.

Ser Davos sighed and clamped a hand on my shoulder. "We know. But to protect the ones we love, we sometimes have to do what is needed."

Then Dunk without waiting proceeded to tell of his plan which I could barely process.

I felt sick.

I haven't done anything yet I feel that I've betrayed her already.

I've failed.

If it had to come to this, I've already failed her.

I'm so sorry Sansa.

---

We arrived just in time for the feast, my heart mangled, and my mind a mess. But I had to endure. I had to try.

I entered the banquet hall and at once I saw her and she was so beautiful and happy it hurt.

Yet I steeled myself to forget everything just for tonight. Just one last night before I pull away. Just one last night of loving her…

As I approached closer, her eyes found mine almost at once and I did not miss the smile that quickly grew as she saw me.

She was so glorious in her pale blue and silver gown that I could not resist returning her smile.

She approached me then and twined her arm around mine as she steered me up the table of honor to sit beside her.

I could tell she was happy and I could also tell that she was nervous. Her hands were slightly shaky as she busied them with filling my plate with all kinds of food and filling my cup with Arbor Gold.

I placed my hand over hers to stop her and smiled more genuinely at her thoughtfulness. "Hey. I'm perfectly capable of getting my own fill."

She smiled at me then and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You just look a little tired."

I blinked. "Sorry. Talking with the Wildlings always tire me out." I managed a chuckle.

She didn't laugh but she studied me. "How did it go?"

I patted her hand and grabbed a fork. "All is well. Just a petty squabble. Tormund all but did my job for me."

She nodded but I felt that she wasn't fully convinced. "Too petty that you were gone for most of the afternoon?"

I thought about the answer we've rehearsed. "After that, I decided to make a quick rounds over our boundaries and talk to the people. It took longer than I expected."

That seemed to convince her. "Oh. I see. Well, I'm glad you're here now."

My heart lurched. "I am too."

Then we ate and made small talk with the other guests and then before we knew it, it was time to dance.

I stood up and offered my hand at her, remembering my promise. "Would you honor me with a dance, my Queen."

She grinned and took my hand. "I'd be delighted too, my Lord Hand."

And at that, we opened the dance. And I couldn't help but try to memorize each and every thing about this moment. Fearing it would be the last that she would look at me with those eyes… the last that she would willingly be in my arms…

Then after a few dances, I told her to take up other offers. Her eyes filled with fear and anxiety as her body tensed at the idea but I held her tight to me and whispered.

"You have nothing to fear, Sansa. You are the most powerful person in this hall. No one would dare question that or attempt to be inappropriate with you. You can do it. Show them. Show them what I've been seeing. You may choose. Choose those that you want to even if trivial, or you just feel it, and reject who you don't want even with the slightest pettiest reason or as little as just a feeling. You do not have to mind if you are being offensive or not. Just choose," I said to her quietly but with firmness, my mouth so near her ear she shuddered.

She looked down and relaxed the tiniest bit. "I don't think I can."

I tutted. "You can. And you will. I'll be up there watching and no one would dare do anything not when you are so well protected here. But more than us, you dearest, you have all the power here. I'll not have you be afraid in your own home."

She looked up at me then with wonder and appreciation before she gave a nod. She leaned in then and whispered in turn. "Fine but if I tug at my right ear, you come and swoop in, got it?"

I laughed then. "As my Queen commands." I then looked over and saw Beren Tallhart, the heir to house Hornwood making his way a little hesitantly. I looked him over and saw that the heir had a kind face and an easy smile, a rarity among the Northern lords. But he'll be a safe first choice for Sansa to dance with.

I beckoned to him and he made his way over quickly. I paused and made Sansa face him.

"Would you honor me with a dance, your grace?" He said with a quiet confidence.

Sansa looked at me tentatively when I smiled at her and pushed her forward gently. She then let out a small breath before gracing a smile and nodding at him.

My heart felt a kick when I saw Beren's smile go wider as Sansa took his hand and he lead her effortlessly. I could see that though she was very good at hiding it, she was tense. He seemed to notice but instead of tensing himself, he looked at her kindly and leant in, whispering something that made Sansa laugh and relax.

Jealousy raged in me but I reminded myself that she needed this. That I wanted this for her more than my own needs and wants, she came first.

All eyes were on them and the atmosphere changed at once. Their Queen was finally among the people.

I noticed that they've waited.

How they've waited.

They've waited so long for their Queen.

I saw the old lords giving approving smiles some I know opportunistic, yet those that refused to help us before or did nothing to stop her torment, only saw their chance of reprieve once more from the guilt.

Their Queen was at ease and accommodating. Eyes cautious yet soft. Lips and words controlled, yet were turned up in corners.

Of course they all can't help but be drawn to her.

I felt so proud that they were finally seeing – really seeing a glimpse of what I have been fortunate to have witnessed.

Then one by one, they lined up. Ser Rolan Waynwood looked more like the knights of her songs, charmed his way to getting the next dance from her.

Not everyone was as lucky. I smirked as she turned some of them down with but a gracious smile and a soft shake of her head before placing her hand in another of her choosing. Not surprising that that there were more than enough who were eager to gain her favor. It seemed a game of pride among them – who would the Queen choose? Who would she reject? As I watched them, I almost sighed in relief that none were all that insulted. Disappointed maybe but never fully affronted. They respected their Queen. They recognize her power.

At some point, her eyes always sought mine and I would always smile at her reassuringly. I placed my fingers on my ear and raised a brow to remind her I didn't forget my promise and she smiled and nodded before being swept away once more by another set of arms.

Of course, I had to spot the snake in the pit.

And there he was in a corner, watching her like a hawk to his prey. I gritted my teeth at the sight of him looking at her as if she was property – property that he was without a doubt stripping, just bidding his time.

I eyed Sandor and once he caught my eye I tilted my head. He followed my glance then smirked. Nodding at me in promise to not let him share as much as some good feet away from her breathing space.

As if sensing me, Petyr glanced my way and smirked before shaking his head and making his way towards me.

I grabbed at my seat. Tormund and Ser Davos angling towards him. I raised my hand to hold them back.

"Lord Baelish," I acknowledged.

"Lord Snow," he nodded back.

And I looked away from him and pretended to study my wine.

"Exquisite, isn't she?"

I tightened my grip and took a sip to calm me.

He didn't wait for my reply.

"Just look at them. Look at all the eager lords and knights and the even more eager fathers and mothers who would want nothing more than for their son to marry the beautiful Queen in the North," he continued then sighed. "But we both know no one is worthy of her."

I graced him a nod. "While you are likely right. Our opinion hardly matters."

He tittered then. "That it doesn't."

I looked at him then. "You wish to say something, Lord Baelish?"

He met my eyes and smiled tightly. "I was just wondering, why the long lost heir apparent to the Seven Kingdoms, hasn't sought to dance with very eager ladies equally wanting to wed a possible future King. Most curious indeed that you have saved but a one in your dance card."

I raised a brow at him and tried to be impassive. "I wasn't meant for dancing. And I'm not a King, nor will I be. Besides, being a bastard all my life, I didn't have much cause to practice therefore I have no taste for it."

"I'm sure none would mind your lack of dancing skills. Why even if you were to step on a lot of feet, they would gladly offer the other just for you to shower even a fraction of an affection," he pressed. "Though I wouldn't blame you for dancing with and only with your lovely…cousin. It's almost…expected. She is Lady Ashford in the fray, and I won't blame you if you are the fifth champion, Valarr Targaryen, fighting for his Queen of Love and Beauty and possibly, to win her hand."

I let out a frustrated breath, making it seem like I was tired more than anything of hearing the discussion. "Oh have you run out of possible suitors for her already that you have to make me one?"

He shrugged. "My apologies. Maybe I am mistaken. You couldn't be Valarr Targaryen or any of the other four that remained standing. You do not seem keen on fighting for her hand. She was raised to be your sister after all. I can see the point of resistance."

I did not dignify him with an answer.

"No? Then maybe another issue then. Anyway, Lord Snow. If you do not want power, you do not want any claim to the North nor the South and…you do not want…her…then I have to ask, just what is it that my Lord Hand, wants?" he pressed.

Your head. I almost answered. Your life.

No.

Your screams.

I sighed. "What I want is my own business, Lord Baelish. But you have piqued my curiosity. What do you want?"

He cocked his head looking affronted. "Me?"

"Yes, you. You didn't need to lend us your aid. The Vale could be well alone and neutral. And you are also the Lord of Harrenhall. Why help us? Was it guilt? Was it guilt for selling my cousin to the devil?" I challenged him.

He faltered slightly before smirking. "A grave error. A miscalculation that I regret until my dying days. All that I did was to help your cousin into power. To help her reclaim everything. I only wish to see Lady Catelyn's daughter happy."

I fought back the urge to snort at him. "Then you did do it for guilt. So I'm hoping you are not seeking out a debt, my lord, for your aid was, in my eyes and the rest of the North's, a payment. They all know who brokered the marriage with the Boltons. And as you well know, the North Remembers." I threatened him.

He almost looked at me with respect. "Of course. And it wasn't payment enough. Now, I only wish to serve the Queen's best interest with everything I have until I have nothing more to give but my life. How about you?"

I gave him a look.

He chuckled sinisterly. "That was a…stupid question. I admit. But I wonder… what would be the safest position she can be in?" He looked at me knowingly then. "What safer position…than being Queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"

There it was. Plain and clear and Ty - Dunk was right.

"Ah but that's the flaw to your plan, my lord. We already have a new Queen of the South not for long."

He nodded slowly. "That is true, my lord. But as I've offered before, you can still claim everything. Even the North alone if you wish it. And what easier way than to wed the Queen in the North?"

He was giving me another headache and I snuck a glance at Sansa hoping she didn't see this exchange or she'll definitely worry.

"While I see the merits of that, truly…" I started slowly. "Now is not the time to talk about the possibility of creating heirs and such. Not when a war looms ahead."

"But you will consider it?" he kept on.

I had to play along but keep safe. "It is my job to consider everything."

He seemed disappointed but mollified all the same. "Very good, my lord. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to retire for the night. Kindly send my regards to our Queen."

I dismissed him with a nod when I saw Sansa looking at me with a frown as he danced in blonde Ser Lewys Piper's arms and tugged her ear repeatedly.

I had no choice but to go to her then and tap Ser Piper's shoulder, who without pause handed Sansa over to me at once.

As we danced I felt Sansa lean near my ear. "What were you and Lord Baelish talking about?"

I sighed and had to choose my answer. "Why I wasn't dancing with any maidens other than you." It was true anyway.

She looked up at me and I saw her eyes harden a bit before smoothing into an easy coolness. "Well, why aren't you?"

"I don't like dancing," I answered.

She almost smiled. "I know but still, you know its only proper."

I smirked at her then. "Since when have I worried about being proper?"

She wrinkled her nose. "You do it all the time?"

I laughed. "Because you always remind me. Besides, all the dances I had, had some degree of coercion."

She narrowed her eyes at me and grinned. "Aha! I knew it! Back then, it was Robb who put you up to it!"

I cringed at my mistake before nodding sheepishly. "Well, point in case."

She laughed then. "Well, then I'm sorry for making you suffer once more."

I softened and smiled at her then. "I'm not really all that suffering."

She examined me. "No. You don't seem to be. Still… I'm not really comfortable with you talking to Littlefinger. He doesn't say things without it meaning something."

I nodded at her. "I'm aware. He's just talking about the usual. Me taking a wife, or taking the Iron Throne." I shrugged.

She frowned. "Of course he would. He's so relentless. I hope you and my guards are close to murdering him."

I smiled at that. "We're on it and I shall speak to our selected tomorrow. Would it be okay if you sit that one out?"

She thought on it but then agreed. "Okay, I trust you. Just be careful."

I smiled at my victory. Thrice now, she trusted me completely then my smile almost faltered when I remembered what I still had to do. I brushed it off and forced a smile. "Thank you for trusting me. That's all I've wanted from you. To be someone you can truly trust. So now, don't think on it. Forget him and enjoy the night."

She bit her lip. "I know I haven't been…forward with trusting you. But I do, Jon. I know better. But you're right, lets enjoy this dance because after this I'm ready to go. I'm really tired." She smiled sheepishly.

I laughed at her then we enjoyed the rest of the dance in comfortable silence.

---

Sansa walked into our shared solar, the sound of the festivities below showed signs of not slowing down. I had already escorted her to her chambers not that long ago yet here she was now.

"What are you still doing here Jon?" she asked, looking over my shoulder as I examined the map I spread out my table.

"Just wanted to prepare for tomorrow's meeting with our selected."

"I see."

I turned to look up at her then. "What are you doing here then?"

She looked at me for a beat before sighing. "I feel as though you've been wanting to tell me something all day but you were kind enough to let my name-day pass without issue."

I gave her a sheepish look. "Caught me there." This is it. Now or never. I glanced at the door.

"My guards are staying vigil at the stair case and the corridor below. We have this floor to ourselves. You can tell me anything without interruption, without worry," she assured me.

I nodded at her, admiring that she took the effort to give us privacy.

She tilted her head then. "Will you tell me now then?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. Take a seat."

She looked like she was debating something before finally depositing herself on my lap.

"Sansa!"

She shook her head and placed a hand on my shoulder. "So you won't escape me. Tell me everything now."

I swallowed. This was a bad idea. I picked her up and slid her off my lap and onto my chair before taking the seat next to this.

"I won't escape but you can't sit here," I chastised.

She huffed then nodded. "Fine. Now talk."

"How do you feel about the Tourney of Ashford play?" Better to start here.

She frowned and gazed at the scattered sigils on the map, eyeing each one and I could guess on which sigils she lingered on. "You know as well as I do that he chose that for a reason. I knew it the moment Littlefinger announced what it was we were to watch."

"Do you know why he's doing this?"

"It's quite obvious. He's parading all the men who sought my hand as well as the ones he already expressed of being a match for me," she looked at me then knowing that I was meant to be one of them.

I huffed. "But still, why? What does he mean to achieve?" I knew of course, but I had to hear it from her.

She thought then before looking back at the sigils. "He's setting this up, letting the idea come forth from the other lords and ladies as well as the smallfolk. He wants people to know that even if I do not wish to be wed again, there would be plenty who would still seek my hand. All of my betrothals were because of my name and the power that comes with it. And now that I could practically have dominion over almost half of Westeros…" she trailed off. "If you won't give me to him or to any other heir to the Vale, he would unite us or separate us before destroying us and taking the spoils. He'd have me kill you or you kill me or have us together to kill us both. He could use our drift to his advantage and he could use our union against us."

She sighed. "Either way, he has us working towards his plans unless we outmaneuver him but until then, he will continue to provoke us with this. There are many other things he could use to cause chaos but our relationship is the one that he could exploit the most whether we're enemies or lovers. So until then that he is satisfied, he'll dangle the fact that we are both unmarried and spin whatever implications he sees fit to spread."

She looked at me then and made to touch my hand before she thought better of it and just placed her hands on top of the table. "I know, you know." She looked at me slightly. "I know you've been receiving proposals for my hand and how you've left all of them either unanswered or plainly declined. You hid them from me and that's sweet but we can't ignore them forever. And I love that you stood up for me when he mentioned it at the formal address. That I needn't marry to rule. But you know its only a matter of time. I've always known…and now we are backed in a corner. And I'd like to think that you were breaking it gently to me because Baelish threatened us if we don't. You letting me dance with others was a good thing."

I touched her face then and made her look at me. "Do you want to entertain suitors now then?"

She frowned deep and shook her head. "I don't. I still don't. To be honest. But I know I would have to consider it. I can't have the Stark name die. I know I did try tonight but it was more to appease the people. And also, because you gave me the power of having a choice. I appreciate it. Truly I do so I tried. I really did but right I'm not ready. Maybe one day. Maybe never. But not now. I know I might not have a choice but while I still do, I can't yet. Not if I have no way of knowing if I am merely looked at as a trophy or a brood mare." She started panicking.

I shushed her then and cradled her face. "Shh.. I won't allow it unless you want me to. But what would you have me do?"

Her mouth parted then her eyes searched my own as her hands crept over mine keeping them in place on her face before they slid down to cover my wrists.

The way she looked into my eyes then that sudden shift of gaze below my sight before slowly rising up to meet mine made my throat dry and my heart pick up.

And then I knew what she wants me to do.

I released her then and stood by the fire. "Sansa, I can't."

She stood up and I felt her behind me. "Why not?" she asked, her voice awashed with sadness.

I remained silent and rigid.

"Is it - is it because we were raised as siblings? We're not, you know. We're not siblings," she tried, her voice small and uncertain with tinges of fear. "We've…never been."

"I know we're not," I said through gritted teeth.

"Then why? Why Jon? This could keep both of us safe. Not to mention tie our two Houses – tie the North and the South. Surely you see the sense in it?"

"I know," I half yelled.

She forcefully made me turn to face her then, her eyes mad with frustration and confusion. "Then why?"

I looked back at her matching her own determined eyes with my stubborn ones. Still I held my tongue.

She broke away from my gaze with a frustrated cry as she turned her back to me, her arms around her.

"You…don't…want…me," she said each word slowly and surely.

My eyes widened and my body shook.

NO!

"Who would? I'm nothing but a name with a title to power. And nothing more. The prize of me enough to quell the ruin that is my body. They'll marry me and enjoy my face but nothing more when they see the rest. And you've seen it. You've seen them all," from the cracks in her voice I knew she was on her way to crying.

Immediately I went before her and sank to my knees, my hands grabbing her arms while I shook my head.

"You are not ruined. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in the world, Sansa. And if you are worried about your scars, I'll have you know – your scars aren't ugly. To me they make you more beautiful because each one made you what you are now. A strong, selfless, just, and intelligent, radiant queen. And more than that, your heart – oh your heart is the best thing about you. Any fool wouldn't want you. You are far from ruined. There is no one who could be worth the amount of love and devotion your heart is capable of. And that includes me," I said earnestly almost pleading.

She shook her head. "If anything, I am not worthy of you. Your birthright alone makes you the most eligible to be wed. Yet you are more – you are…" she swallowed before continuing. "Brave, gentle, and strong… as father always aspired any man should be for his daughters…and you are also too handsome for words… you can have your pick. You can have any woman. Someone young, beautiful, innocent, unbroken…a maid…and you can even aim high. You can marry the Dragon Queen who I've heard is as beautiful as the stars and as strong as the blaze of the sun."

I sucked in a breath and continued shaking my head. "You think too much of me but being a bastard is all that I've known how to be. And you deserve more than a bastard who just suddenly has a title."

She kept shaking her head and I gripped her arms tighter. "And Sansa, I don't want to wed anyone for the same reasons as you. I don't want to marry anyone who just wants me for my claims. I don't want anyone else." Anyone else but you I almost admitted.

She brought her hands to my face again. "Then we understand each other. We want the same things. Why can't we do this? Why can't we choose each other?"

"Same things? Are you sure about that? What things, Sansa? Unity? Power? Security? Safety?"

A look of hurt passed her face but her eyes were steady and sure. "They are important but they are the effects after the greater cause."

My mouth hung as I tried to process what she was trying to tell me. Was she-?

She looked sideways with hooded eyes but her hands were still on my face. "At first I thought myself selfish. The first thing I thought when talks of marriage for each of us was brought up was how…how I could lose you. It's not even because you would be taking another. I would not oppose…so much if you choose it. It's just… I could not bear it. I can't bear it if I lost you. If you leave… so I thought that… if we – then you wouldn't –"

My heart swelled. "Sansa, you don't need to marry me to keep me. I promised you I won't ever leave you. I would never abandon you. Even if you get married, I will still do everything to be here. For you. And you may not believe me, but I'm staying with you for me too."

Tears started welling in her eyes and her mouth began to tremble. "Then lets not marry anyone else. Lets take each other. Or we will never be rid of people wanting to separate us or take us from each other."

I stood up then and brought my hands from her arms to her neck to finally her face. And suddenly I was doing everything I wasn't supposed to do. "Sansa. I want to." I said each word slowly.

She sucked in a breath as she searched my face and I knew. I knew she knew that this was an admission.

I pressed my forehead against hers. "I want to. Believe me."

I felt her shake and sob then. "But you won't." She said sadly and my heart broke because it was true.

"I won't," I finally agreed. My body was fighting to hold off on my own sobbing.

Honesty. I chose honesty. However partial it was I chose honesty. And this would be the start of our ruin because I saw the same strangled hope in her eyes as she received my truths.

"Jon I – "

I stopped her and shook my head. "No. Don't say it."

She began sobbing harder then. "Why? At least tell me why?"

"I want to do it for the right reasons," I argued.

She pulled away from me and glared. "What other reasons do you need? Which one makes all the right reasons wrong?"

I wanted to beat myself for subjecting her to this. I was so furious with myself for not giving in and just letting it be. Gods know I want it. I want it more than anything in the world.

"You deserve more than another forced marriage. Because this is what it is. No matter how advantageous," I almost yelled in frustration. It was the truth but it was a cruel one.

She inhaled sharply and looked at me as if I slapped her. And I almost sunk to my knees again and begged her to forget what I said to ask for her forgiveness.

I knew what I was doing.

I knew what I said.

Another forced marriage.

It would echo and bounce of these walls until the silence was broken.

But to her credit she swallowed and composed herself before turning away slightly, her arms defensively around her.

"Would it really be forced… if we willingly choose each other?" she whispered.

It was my turn to suck in a breath as I looked at her with wide eyes and parted mouth, my heart hammering against my heaving chest as I took in her words.

She looked at me then and I saw.

I finally saw.

I saw my own longing reflected on her eyes.

No.

Yes.

No.

No.

She can't.

I was starting to panic but I knew it was too late.

We were in too deep.

We're past the point.

I had to stop – this is exactly where he wants us. Exactly what I was warned about.

Still.

Still.

I was ready to give in so so close to giving in but I had to try one last time.

I walked over closer to her, so close that our noses were slightly touching but I wanted her to understand. I wanted her to see. I brought a hand to her face and brushed the errant tears as I looked directly into her eyes, my other hand at the small of her back so she would not run or protest. She had to hear this. She had to listen. She had to understand.

After beats have passed, my eyes studied all of her while I gathered all the calm I could to tell her as soft and as gentle as possible.

She met my eyes with her own, waiting. Her hands were resting on my collar and my rising chest as they were trapped between us, both of us close enough to breathe in what the other breathes out.

Slowly, I started. "Sansa..." I breathed out almost pained. "I just want you to choose for you and not for others… and I want… I just want you to have more than me as a choice… not just me being the safest choice or the smartest choice… or the only choice... I just – "

And suddenly we were clinging to each other desperately with our hands, with our mouths, with our hearts.

At the first touch of our lips as I caught her when she leant up and bridged the space between us, urgent, yet tentative – a whisper – almost chaste yet firm – we both let out an earth shattering sigh and groan and I swear the earth quaked when our lips first met.

We drew away at the shock of it, mouths hung, and eyes wide and searching then we knew.

Without a moment to spare any longer, our bodies collided against each other at once then again and again with a force unleashed from a tension wound and wound into a tight coil that sprung free and relentless and torrential. Of mouths, of teeth, of tongues, of hands…

She pulled away slightly to look me in the eyes as she told me, lips swollen, words coming out breathlessly, "You were always my choice. The day I came to Castle Black and saw you… I chose you Jon. It may be for different reasons then but I knew. I knew I could choose to trust you and trust myself with you. I chose you not because there was no other choice. There were, you know, few as they were, there were other choices, please know that. Still, I chose you all the time. Over and over for every decision, I chose you. And I'd choose you again and aga—"

I didn't let her finish and brought her lips back to mine and I kissed her with every ounce of strength I had, kissed her as if my life depended on it, willing through my kiss to let her know how much I've wanted this – wanted her. No needed her.

We were so caught up in limbs, and kisses, and scratches, and clinging, that we didn't realize that we were already inside my chambers.

I pulled away to look at her, all flushed, lips swollen, eyes dilated, hair askew she was so beautiful and mine.

"Sansa – Sansa I—" I choked.

She smiled at me as tears sprung from her eyes. "I know. J-Jon, I know."

And we held on to each other as we cried, we kissed, then we cried and kissed some more.

With renewed force our kisses became desperate and hurried once more, our minds letting go as our bodies commanded us. We kissed as I pressed her onto the wall, her leg hitching up against my thigh which I brought up with my hand, bringing us closer impossibly closer yet needing to be closer still.

It was too hot. We were both burning and yearning. Wanting to touch everything, feel everything. In the haze and rush, there was clutching, there was ripping. Hot and cold. Whispers of the winter cold kissed slivers on each exposure, replaced with ignited heat on each of our contact. Exposure and contact, winter and skin, winter and breaths. Exposure and contact. Fire and ice.

We kissed as we stumbled over my bed on top of the furs, her body on top of mine as our hands our mouths our tongues explored and touched and tasted delighting with each discovery.

I rolled us over and continued our exploration while baring her deeper into the mattress, feeling every inch of her pressed over every inch of me, our bodies impossibly close yet still not close enough.

It was too much.

Too much.

We've held back for too long. When we could've just easily reached out. And now that resistance demanded compensation and frantic retribution.

Tears and sweat making both of us slick with the sheen of our desperation and want and need. As our breaths were strained, our voices cracked, our resistance broken.

There was no one but us. Just me and her. The world could turn to frost and ashes around us and we would not bother – would not notice – would not even care.

The desperation started waning as we welcomed it, succumbed to it, drowned in it and emerged from it – surviving it and we were still here. We were still us. We were still together.

There was no need to rush anymore.

As questions were met and answered and confirmed and received and understood. Over and over and over until there were none left to answer, none left to doubt.

Gradually we slowed our actions to softer kisses and gentler caresses, but still never letting go.

I will never let go.

And by the strength she was using to grasp at me both tenderly then firmly, alternating with each touch, she didn't either.

I hovered over her slightly and pulled back to look at her face.

She opened her impossibly bright blue eyes to me while a slow content smile spread over her face.

How was I able to resist this?

How in seven hells did I resist this?

"Did you – Did you know?" I broke the silence as I searched her eyes.

She nodded as tears escaped her eyes. I kissed each one away before looking at her once more.

"How long? How long have you known?"

She caressed my cheek. "The same time I knew I felt it too."

I felt the tears leave my eyes and the joy – the impossible bliss of release of relief and saw she mirrored my own.

I had to kiss her again.

And I did.

I brought my mouth down to hers as softly and as tenderly as I could – almost chase – almost revenant… taking my time to feel their softness, taste the sweetness… removing all urgency, replacing them with appreciation, with gratitude, with supplication, with the very encompassing worship they deserved – feel the gradual build of the slightest pressure as we moved closer meeting in a caress painfully wonderfully slow. Our mouths parting just as leisurely, our breaths mixing along with gasps and whimpers that escaped. I swallowed each one, breathed each one. And returned…Each. One.

Only our mouths touched as I hovered over her. Hands were clutching at the furs and held nothing but, our bodies touching nothing but – only our lips met. As much as I wanted to make her feel how much I burn for her, I had to make her feel safe. Make her feel she was still in control. Offer her the choice and every chance to pull away to push me off to stop at any time.

Parting and closing. Parting and closing.

There really was no need to rush. Parting and closing one more time before we both pressed deeper, savoring what little was left to explore outside before finally taking the plunge deeper.

Deeper.

Slowly.

Gently.

Deeper.

Tasting.

Caressing.

Until we've explored all that we've explored as deep as we could go without needing to pause for our breaths.

We were under the water.

Under the ice.

Encased with our own heat.

We tried to hold on, just for a little bit longer, clinging deeper and tighter.

But we would have to resurface for air eventually.

And once we've broken over the case of fire, the wall of ice, and broke through the surface of the water, we came undone.

With just a kiss.

"I never – I never knew it could be like this," she started sobbing. "I never thought that I – never even considered…"

I shushed her and kissed all over her face, my hands pushing her hair back. "This is not the end of it. It could always be more… it could always be better."

It could also be worse.

I stiffened and a sudden fear plagued the whole of me. I searched her eyes and I saw it.

She loves me.

This wasn't simply desire.

Sansa Stark loves me.

Her eyes searched mine and sensed the storms passing. Her brows puckered and she reached up to caress my cheek in question.

I stiffened harder and held my breath.

"Jon? What's wrong?"

I jerked at her question and lifted myself off of her at once, sitting on the edge of the bed, burrowing my head over my hands.

"Jon?" I heard her worried voice and noted the fear in them.

I didn't move.

I felt her move up and over me as she tentatively placed a hand on my shoulder. I jerked it away as if her touch burned me and I couldn't face her knowing the likely look of hurt in her face.

My shoulder felt warm where she touched and I realized how bare I was. I cursed at myself for allowing it to go this far.

"Jon, you're scaring me. Talk to me please," she pleaded.

"…"

"Jon, please. You're shaking. What's wrong? Are you afraid? Please say something," she pleaded.

But I knew that any words that come out my mouth would be daggers stabbing at her.

Then I felt her wrap herself behind me, could feel her bare arms around my middle, her hands angled up as high as she could reach from below - a shoulder and collar, her long legs just as bare were on either side of me, I could feel the warmth and the softness pressing on my back, I could feel her breath as she shushed and cooed at me, and I realized she was rocking me.

I allowed it for as long as I could take it before standing up abruptly and walking over to the hearth, rubbing my face raw and grabbing at my hair. My mind a torrent of thoughts and emotions.

I swallowed and took a deep breath before speaking but cowardly keeping my back to her. "I've dishonored you, Sansa. I apologize."

"Dishonored?" she repeated in disbelief. "What are you talking about? Jon nothing you did was unwelcomed or –

"Be that as it may, I still should not have allowed it to go far." I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from screaming.

I felt her walk up behind me but giving me space. "Jon, it's – it's okay. I'm not…I'm not sorry. I wanted it to happen. Everything. It's okay –

I looked at her then and from judging her reaction, I scared her as I let anger color my face.

"It's not okay! We can't do this. We shouldn't do this. The fault is all mine. Let's forget this ever happened. Truly I apologi-

I stopped at the hitch of her breath and saw how tormented she looked. Confused, ashamed, and insulted.

An uneasy silence passed between us as I was left breathing heavily, eyes wide as I stared at her.

She regarded me long and inquiring. Her hair was wild, her lips were ravaged, and her white shift was torn at the shoulder. I wanted to run my sword through myself.

And suddenly a look passed her eyes that made me pause. She stood straight and composed, her mouth a thin line before she spoke, her eyes shining with knowledge

"You're holding back. Someone's making you hold back. You want this but you are told you can't. That we can't," she stated, her face a stony wall of comprehension.

I cursed at her intelligence. But I can't let her win. Not this time.

She scoffed then at my silence and glared as she looked me over once before turning her back at me and taking deep breaths, shaking in anger, "They have you playing the game," she spat.

Then she straightened once more and as she looked at me, her eyes softened and she walked closer.

I backed away and guilt wracked me when she flinched at that but she kept on faster until she reached her shaky hand over my cheek and held it there firmly before I could protest.

"Whatever they said, whatever they made you think, I just want to tell you they're wrong. If we choose each other, if we unite and bind ourselves to each other in all ways possible, no one can stand in our way. There is nothing to fear, Jon. We can choose this. We can choose us," she said so tenderly, so sure, so gently.

I closed my eyes tightly but didn't lean into her touch but I ran through her words. I wanted to believe it. All of it. But it was too much of a risk. Too much was at stake. And I would never risk her.

"There's nothing to fear, Jon. Not if we stay together. You told me we can't fight a war between us. We are a pack and we'll survive as a pack," she said more confidently now, her other hand on my cheek. "Let me help you. You can trust me. We can defeat anyone. We can do it together."

I almost gave in but I couldn't. There was too much at stake. They made it very painfully clear to me.

Then Sansa will love you if she has not already. She will freely love you. And he will see that. He will see that she will be honest to you and not need him anymore. He will have her killed.

Jon, we're not saying never. Just not now. We have cause to believe that the moment you are betrothed and he sees Sansa accepting it for any other reason other than for duty he will render her dispensable. Do you understand?

I opened my eyes then and looked at her hoping she would see the apology in them before I gently placed my hands over hers and pried them away from my face and releasing them.

"Sansa," I started.

Her eyes widened with alarm as she suddenly backed away from me shaking her head.

"No. Don't. Don't do it Jon."

My heart shattered and I almost faltered in my resolve but I knew what I must do. "Sansa – " I tried again.

She closed her eyes and kept shaking her head.

Here she was exposed and vulnerable. Trusting me. Trusting me. And I was going to break her one gift that she would never give anyone else.

I felt like weeping.

"Sansa, I'm sorry," I chose to say.

I tried to step closer to her but she kept her eyes closed as a sob rose in her, breaking her.

"I-I'm truly sor –

Smack.

My body froze, not even taking notice at the sting on my cheek as I took in the sight of her, hand lowering from the air, her face contorted into a look of pure anger and hurt as her body heaved with her.

I lifted my hand slowly to touch my cheek, my eyes never leaving hers when suddenly her face broke into a panicked look as apology slipped her lips, her hands covering her mouth as she looked at me with regret.

"I-I'm sorry – I didn't I didn't mean it. I didn't – " she repeated and her sincerity broke me into a million shattered pieces that would never be put together.

I shook my head almost frantically. "No, no, no! Sansa, it's okay. I deserve it. I deserve more. You can hit me all you want. I deserve it. It's alright."

She fell on her knees then and covered her eyes with her hands as she wept openly now. "Why Jon. Why are you doing this?" she sobbed.

I swallowed, fighting back the tears of my own, barely stifling the dry sobs that racked my body.

I chose my words again. "I think you know why." I said softly.

She sobbed for a bit then stilled.

I waited.

She calmed then and slowly she rose, she rose like steel as she faced me with no more tears.

"I wish you would tell me. Tell me what they have on you – or what they threaten to do so I may correct them. Tell them that they don't know us. They think they do but they don't. They think they know who you are or who I am. They may. But they don't really know. They don't know us and what we are capable of becoming," she said sadly but with unnatural calmness.

She walked closer then and I held myself.

"One last time, Jon. Though it will be offered to us again either way and we'll have no choice then. Still. One last time. I'm asking. Not for them, not for anyone," she shook her head but kept her eyes steady at mine, not allowing our gazes to waver one bit.

"One last time, Jon. For me. For you. For us. I'm asking for just the two of us. Just Sansa and Jon…Just us… One last time I ask. Jon?"

I blinked and waited.

"Can we choose each other, Jon?"

I swallowed at the words she chose. She chose them carefully. And her eyes were clear and steady. As if she knew without asking what my answer would be but she asked anyway. If there was hope, if there was chance.

Do you trust me? Do you trust in 'us'? Was what she was also asking while I looked at her in agony.

I let out a breath before answering.

"We can't. Sansa you know we can't." I looked at her sternly though it broke my heart to do so and in the process, break hers.

She placed her hands on her hips and I could barely take the disappointment I see in her eyes to suddenly seeing her losing all the fight she had.

"No Jon," she shook her head. "You won't."

She stepped closer then and rested a hand on my cheek, taking a long look to study my face before releasing me with a sigh.

"Just know that, this isn't my choice at all. You chose this. You made me choose this. And I'd do it for you. I'd do anything for you. Just know that I would've chosen otherwise. But I trust you," she said sadly before starting to walk away and leaving me alone, barely clothed, on my bed.

"Sansa – "I started.

She shook her head and gave me a heartbreaking look of defeat. "I know."

"Jon, more than you think, I know," she repeated.

And with one last look, she left.

I grabbed a pillow and screamed against it while I pounded my fists on the bed again and again.

And in the middle of it all I could hear the same heavily accented warm voice in my head.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

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As I watched her walk away from the War Room, my heart broke and I had to lean on the table to right myself, closing my eyes. How many times do I have to see her walk away from me with disappointment in her eyes? How much more can I bear?

Just a little longer.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and tentatively I looked up to see Ser Davos giving me a stern look and a shake of his head.

I sighed and gave a nod at him while straightening myself.

"I have word that Ser Larence's party will arrive shortly, my lord. And I believe I spotted Lady Jyanna as well," he reported.

I merely nodded. "Good."

Tormund clapped my back. "Jes a lil long'r Snow. Soon we'll be cuttin' off Littlefucker's head off."

"That's not really what I'm worried about," I admitted before I could stop myself.

They shared a look before Ser Davos spoke up. "All is not lost."

"No. But we're tainted," I replied before making my way out.

As expected.

We were at the second council session. We received my aunt's envoy, who turned out to be Ser Barristan Selmy. This surprised everyone, Littlefinger included. He was thought dead in Essos where he was last rumored to be seen, but here he was. Death wasn't a certainty anymore as was proven over and over. So I would have to torch Littlefinger's corpse myself to never give him a chance to beat even that. I would even piss on his ashes after he burns. Have every damn person piss on his ashes. Not even the White Walkers would want to touch him.

I looked at the impressive knight to distract myself. Bran would've been delighted, I thought with a heavy heart. I wish Bran would find himself home and I swear I'll let him meet anyone he wishes. Ser Barristan was always his favorite and he was a good choice for the public envoy. He had motive to go against the Lannister Queen that stripped him of everything, and he had motive to support both Daenerys and I because he admired and loved Rhaegar Targaryen, Daenery's brother and my…father. And he also had cause to support Sansa as Lord Eddard sought to protect him during the sacking that led to my uncle's imprisonment.

He showed a copy of the same scroll that Dunk had shown me. A royal decree and a written agreement for our alliance.

But that wasn't the main point of discussion anymore, as everything was all but a formality at this point.

The meat of the discussion of course, was what we've all been waiting for.

Alliance. Yes.

Mine and Sansa's.

Lady Lyanna warned me through Ser Davos that the Lords and Ladies were going to bring it up. She told me of the tension that was palpable between us, causing unrest among them.

Exactly as Littlefinger wanted.

Lady Lyanna added that this time it would come from a Northern representative. Lady Erena most probably but she told them that she would be the one who will bring it up instead.

"Are there any other concerns?" Sansa asked the council.

Lyanna stood up then. "Your grace, there has been an unspoken and long tolerated unrest among the North."

Sansa looked at her patiently and gestured with her hand to proceed. "Go ahead, my lady."

Lyanna looked between me and Sansa before focusing steadily on her. "The North is sworn to your House as it has been for ages. And there is no denying our pledge to House Stark that only death may release. But frankly, there is dissention on which Stark we really crowned."

The room was charged with a great tension. The Northern representatives were all silent and grim save for Tormund who grumbled, tired of the discussion. Ser Davos had a look of concern but being in the know, he was concerned at something else entirely; Lord Blackwood was surprised as was expected, and Lord Baelish impassive yet his eyes showed amusement, also expected. Eyes were shifting back and forth between Sansa and I.

Sansa expected this too as she remained calm as she looked at each member before looking at Lyanna once more. "Go on."

"We crowned one. Then we crowned two. And now we took away the crown of the other. Just that alone caused enough talks especially since both of you have your own ties to the North and South," she continued.

She looked at me then. "He holds the key to an alliance with the Dragon Queen and her vassals while also holding a claim over the North." She looked at Sansa then. "While you hold the key to the Riverlands and the Vale by blood, and the Westerlands by dowry or compensation given your relations to the Lannister men, as well as of course, unquestionable right to the North by birth. Yet your previous relations are still enough cause for suspicion."

She looked back at me. "And you, your Targaryen heritage by name alone is also enough cause for suspicion. While we do not question either of your chosen roles as Queen and Hand, recent observations are causing unrest."

Sansa remained impassive yet thoughtful. "And what observations are they?"

Lyanna answered then firm and clear. "While we see the strength in each of you and see the strength of you combined, we cannot turn a blind eye to the possibility of the two of you being enemies."

Sansa frowned at that but only slightly. "What makes you think that we would be enemies?"

"Each of you have your own means of getting the crown. And not just the North's. You are equally matched in starting a war among yourselves. And we cannot have that. A divided North, is a dead North. We would not even think of this or doubt your loyalty to each other but you are fools if you think you are deceiving us from this apparent rift between you now," Lyanna went directly. "You went from inseparable and insufferable with affections, to being hardly tolerable with each other. It's not a difficult observation."

All eyes passed between us again and no one made a move to deny that claim.

I decided to speak up then. "Whether there is a rift between us or not, we can assure that we do not let any personal matters get in the way of working for the North with every waking moment."

Lady Erena stood up then and shook her head. "Words aren't enough. Personal or not, if you cannot visibly hide your strife, you cannot convince the people of your sincerity. You are both powerful in your own right and if this divide between you never resolves, you will divide the North in your wake if it hasn't begun already."

Sansa listened. Patiently she listened until Lady Erena was done and no one stood up to add to it.

"Very well. All is noted. What might my council have us do to prove our loyalty to each other?" she asked knowing that we both know where this was heading.

Surprisingly, it was Ser Blackwood who spoke up. "My Queen, though I do not mean to bring up any ill past but there is only one simple solution. We acknowledge your reservations, but it's time to bring it up again. Either each of you make a tie with any eligible Northern House, or make the alliance between yourselves official."

I looked at Sansa then, willing my eyes to say what I cannot show or say. And she met mine with knowledge and coldness.

Just as easily, she tore her eyes away from mine dismissively as she eyed each member for objections to the notion before speaking. "There are no objections then?"

No one spoke.

"I require that everyone voice out what they will. Either you tell me you agree or you don't," she said unleashing her authority.

"I have no objections," Lyanna answered quickly.

"Nor I," Lady Wylla seconded.

"Nor I," Lady Erena nodded.

Tormund suffered a sigh before grunting a no. "Seems a smart move."

"And what of my Southern Lords apart from Lord Blackwood?" she motioned to them.

Ser Davos spoke up. "The sooner, the better."

Then all eyes rested on Baelish.

He seemed to think about it long and hard but you can't deny that his eyes were positively gleeful. "Third time's the charm, my queen." He said without remorse.

"Insolence!" Lord Blackwood chastised him. "You dare make this a joke?"

I stood up as well, same with Sansa's Queensguards who were now with the exception of Jyanna, complete.

Lord Royce as Baelish's guard had no choice but poise over his liege.

Sansa stood up and raised her hands. "Enough. All of you stand down."

The guards relaxed back to their positions as I sat down.

Sansa merely looked at Baelish unimpressed. "You would know, Lord Baelish. You were responsible for two of them might I remind you. And all of my marriages and my betrothals I accepted as was my duty to do so. As time has proven, I am not above declining good matches regardless of the price. In all honesty, I had hoped to not have to wed in a long time but I have not closed my mind of its possibility. And if it is my duty to do so once more, I will do it. And I know you would not question that as it has been pointed out that I did my duty time and time again. What's another? Though I have promised myself never to wed a man I do not know again." she said dismissively as possible, no trace of bitterness in her tone.

Even if I expected this, my heart still sunk.

By her choice of words though, she meant to marry yes, but to me and no one else.

Baelish then stood up. "Then, my Queen, you will accept this match? For the good of the North – the realm even. You would marry your cousin? As I don't think you had graced any other suitor enough to be…familiar."

Sansa looked at him so stoically but I could see the ice in her eyes threatening to freeze him on the spot before looking at me with a look that said I told you so. I would have chosen you freely at our own terms but now we can't.

"My Lord Hand, the council has expressed themselves but you are my chief advisor. What do you think?"

I'm not the enemy Sansa. Please remember that. Please see that I never wanted this for you. Please see that I love you and I'm doing everything for you.

I eyed no one but her when I spoke steady and firm. "Do you want this? I asked.

There it was.

The slight twitch of her brow that gave away her irritation. I had to ask to give a little hope a little leeway for redemption.

"I want what is good for the North. So I ask you, my Lord Hand, would this be good for the North?" she asked without skipping a beat.

"Aye," I finally answered, never breaking my gaze with hers.

I thought I saw a slight waver in her eyes but as quickly as she answered almost right away, it was gone.

"Done," she said simply.

She rose up then and no one dared to challenge her or speak.

"Tonight. When the moon is high, we shall be wed before the Old Gods."

I balked then but recovered quickly. I did not prepare for this.

I looked around us but no one seemed to object except Lord Blackwood. "My Queen, shouldn't we wait? A wedding such as yours need preparation – "

Sansa stared at him until he stopped speaking. "We have feasted enough and I do not wish to waste any more resources. And I've said my vows too many times to care for it. When you, yes you all of you – the North married me to Ramsay Bolton, you gifted me with a gown so splendid and white, a feast so robust, and a wedding well attended. By all accounts, you've all seen me wed before. Give me this. You've chosen my duty. You've chosen my groom, let me choose the rest."

No one spoke then or could even look her in the eyes except me.

When I saw that they were all bowed and avoiding, I looked at Sansa with pleading in my eyes.

Don't do this. This isn't how it was meant.

Her eyes softened partially at me. And uncharacteristically, especially under the scrutiny of the council, she let off her mask. "I am sorry, Jon. For being selfish and depriving you of a better wedding day. But we cannot keep the North waiting and uncertain. We don't have time and resources. War is near. When it is over, we can even marry again before the Sept for your aunt when she takes the Iron Throne and declares you heir."

She's giving me the choice?

NO.

I didn't know what to do. Or say. Then suddenly I saw a movement from the corner of my eye and I almost sighed in relief at the timing.

With renewed hope and strength, I spoke up.

"While I understand the urgency, as your chief adviser, I advise you to wait. At least for a few more days. Tomorrow even. But it cannot be tonight."

"Why so?"

I stood up then and looked at Petyr Baelish with as much hatred and victory as I could manage.

"As Hand of Queen, on charges of treason to King Robert Baratheon as well as to his successors, and to the murder of Lysa Arryn, conspiring to murder Lord Jon Arryn, conspiring to the arrest and wrongful execution of Lord Eddard Stark, conspiring to the attempted assassination of Queen Daenerys Targaryen, as well as to conspiring to the regicide of King Joffrey Baratheon, I advise you, my Queen, to let me arrest Petyr Baelish on those grounds, punishable by execution."

Everyone stood up then and Baelish paled significantly but struggled to keep his dignity. I looked at Sansa who finally had emotions in her eyes that I almost wept in relief for the second time today.

She gave a hard nod at me and at her Queensguards. "Do as he says."

I almost grinned. "As my Queen commands."

And in an instant, Sandor with a big grin kicked Baelish from the back and held his head down and his arm in an iron grip, while Ser Galbert had him by the other arm. Brienne stood in front of him with her sword drawn while Ser Larence and Lady Alysane had theirs drawn out and pointing towards him too.

"My Queen!" Baelish implored but Sandor gleefully punched his face.

"Shut up, you squaking chicken shit," he growled.

"Stop," we heard Sansa command before Sandor beat him again.

Sansa stood in front of Baelish, her eyes were frozen blue and her mouth a rigid straight line. It was Ser Galbert who raised Baelish's head to meet her gaze by his hair.

"Do you have anything you wish to say?" Sansa asked him in the coldest calm voice I've ever heard.

Petyr attempted to smile at him with his bloodied mouth. "My dearest Sansa. All these allegations, where are your evidences? And I believe I have the right to a trial. Are you sure you want a trial? You have knowledge on who could be involved in some of these."

Her eyes hardened a little bit and I wish I could've told her that we've erased all her footprints, covered all that could implicate her but I didn't. She would have to trust me on this.

And she did. By the seven she did.

"You will get your trial, Baelish."

He smiled then probably thinking of how he could get away from this.

But suddenly, the doors opened and in came our conspirators. Perfect.

Everyone looked to the new comers with both shock and surprise.

Lady Jyanna and Lord Reed brought with them Lady Anya Waynwood, Lord Robin Arryn, and Ser Vance Corbray. How they got here so fast, I don't know. I would have to ask them later. Ser Royce went to them at once with a triumphant grin.

But the shock of it all was the appearance of Dunk and Egg.

"Cousin?" Lyanna looked at Egg.

"Jorah Mormont?" Lady Erena gasped.

"Hello, little cub," Egg acknowledged his cousin.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

"Lord Tyrion!" Sansa exclaimed.

"Hello my ex-wife. Being Queen becomes you. And while I can shower you with compliments…First, I have come to pay some of my debts," Dunk grinned as he walked over to Baelish.

"Why hello Littlefinger. Nice position you are in. I'm sorry we had to meet this way. Well, not really sorry as you caused my fugitive status. But now I have come to pay my debts as a true Lannister would," he smirked at Baelish.

Sansa then tried to get control of the situation. "We have arrested this man, Petyr Baelish on accounts of treason, murder, and regicide. Who will testify against him?"

"I will. Most gladly," Tyrion said quickly.

"All of us," said the members of the Lords Declarants of the Vale.

"And me," Jorah Mormont added.

"Bugger you all, I will testify too," The Hound was positively mirthful.

"And I," Ser Barristan stepped forward.

Sansa allowed a tight smile but her eyes danced before turning to hatred towards Littlefinger. "Has evidence been gathered?" she asked not taking her eyes off the fucker.

"Everything's been taken care of, my Queen," Lady Lyanna grinned.

Sansa gave a nod, expression unchanged. "Good. You will have your trial my lord. Tonight."

Petyr then laughed almost maniacally. "Then allow me to bring forward my own charges."

"Against?" Sansa challenged.

"Why against, you my Queen. For alleged kinslaying, for the murder of Lysa Arryn. There were three people in that room. You, me, and your aunt. As well as conspiring to the death of King Joffrey as testimony presented at court in your absence. All these allegations apart from Lord Jon Arryn's… why you were very much a part of them…my love" he smiled triumphantly at his insinuations.

I stepped in front of her then wanting to stop his garbage. "Do as you will, Littlefinger but we have investigated extensively and saw to my betrothed's innocence with proof. Whatever you attempt to do, it would be futile. The only outcome tonight would be my sword meeting your neck."

"So I would not have a real fair trial then?" he raised a brow.

I almost laughed at him. "You'll get the trial you deserve."

"I don't even have the choice to ask for trial by combat I presume?"

I laughed then. "Who would fight for you?"

Instead of paling and being frightened he tilted his head back and laughed maniacally before looking at Sansa.

"My love, you've taught your King to play the game well, I must say. You did after all, learn from the best. Remember when I told you that? Remember down at the crypts? Where we kissed to our future success?"

I punched him then and was about to barrage him when I felt a hand on my arm and suddenly we were back at the court yard but instead of Bolton, it was Baelish.

I saw Sansa look at me with steely eyes as she touched my arm and I understood. I dropped my arm and stepped back as she moved forward, drew her arm, and punched Littlefinger smack in the middle of his face with a resounding crack.

I was so proud of her this moment. By the way she hit him I knew she had someone teach her this. Practiced with her even but I couldn't care who, just that she did. She was fighting back. My beautiful, strong, brave, intelligent, Sansa was fighting back with all that she has.

I heard a gleeful chuckle, and I turned slightly to see Jyanna positively gleeful and…proud? So it was her. Sansa was smart. Truly smart. If there was someone who would teach her and wouldn't hold back, I was sure it would be Jyanna. I would have to thank her later.

Tormund was laughing and even had the audacity to pat Sansa on the back as was Sandor who was grinning ear to ear muttering about not being able to call her little bird anymore but red wolf forevermore. Even Brienne was smiling.

Ser Larence and Lady Alysane sheathed their swords and began to examine their lady's hand which was red and bloodied but if Sansa was in pain, she did not show it.

She only showed her satisfied smile as she kept her eyes on Littlefinger who was knocked out cold.

I looked at Brienne then. "Remove him from your Queen's sight this instant."

Brienne nodded at Sandor, Larence, and Galbert to drag him away when he suddenly came to, screaming. "You won't get away with this. You don't have much proof!"

Ser Royce followed after them all the while with a vindictive smile on his face. "Oh but we do, my Lord. I told you before didn't I? Slander a man in his own home and you might find yourself crossing swords with him. Now do you believe me?"

Jyanna kicked him then at the groin before turning to Sansa who wasted no time enveloping her in an embrace so tight and familiarly I gaped.

"Where were you? I was so worried!" Sansa fretted over her. "You left so suddenly! I was about to send men to you if Brienne didn't stop me. Are you hurt? Have you eaten?"

"I'm fine. Stop parenting me!" Jyanna complained but hugged Sansa tight to her as well.

And then I gasped.

"A-arya?" I blurted.

They broke their hold then and Sansa looked at me gently with tears in her eyes as she pushed Jyanna forward.

Then in an instant, Jyanna changed her face and I saw the same gray eyes that mirrored my own staring back at me.

I didn't waste a moment and gathered her in my arms. "Arya! I knew it. I knew it was you!"

She hugged my neck tightly and laughed. "I missed you too Jon."

I pulled away and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me?" Then I looked at Sansa, "You knew?"

Arya then brought my face to look at her. "She figured it out. She was going to tell you but I asked her not too. She's not at fault." She fiercely defended her sister. "Don't you dare be mad at her."

My mouth hung. Arya was…defending Sansa. She knows. She knows everything. We would have to talk later but for now I hugged her once more and shook my head. "It doesn't matter. You're here. No one's mad. Why ever?"

"Why another Stark in Winterfell!" Tyrion exclaimed. "Excellent! Where is the mead? The Ale? The Arbor Gold? Or even Dornish wine?"

Everyone was talking all at once from the commotion when I spotted the council members. I released Arya and made my way over them.

Lady Wylla then approached Sansa with the rest of the council behind her. "My Queen, we shall be preparing everything for the trial. It would be a swift one as Lady Lyanna here has briefed us of what is known," she smiled wryly, flipping her green hair over her shoulder. "Rest assured, his head will roll tonight. And at last, we will be rid of another of our Queen's enemies."

"Thank the gods, I've been waiting to throw out that vile snake from the first day," Lady Erena exclaimed. "Anyway, you would have to testify too, your grace. Regretfully, you do. But for now, there's still time for you to discuss with your family." She motioned to Arya who was talking with Lord Tyrion.

Sansa looked at her gratefully. "You have my gratitude. And I will join you shortly."

"Welcome home Lady Arya. It brings us great pleasure to have another Stark in Winterfell," Lady Lyanna offered a curt smile.

"We will welcome you more properly in the next days," Lady Erena beamed at her. "But for now, we'll attend to the execution – no – sorry, trial for the snake."

"Thank you," Arya smiled at them uncharacteristically polite but extremely happy.

With that they made their leave.

"As much as I want to join in this little reunion, I am sure that we should leave the Starks alone," Tyrion said. He looked then at Sansa and I knowingly.

"There is much to discuss for the trial. We shall await you all at the Main Hall, I remember the way," he said and with a bow he and the rest left.

"Thank you all for coming, I apologize for being rude. I shall endeavor to make up for it by welcoming you better in a moment my lords and ladies," Sansa said politely.

Lady Anya Waynwood gave Sansa a sad smile. "We knew we should've trusted our instincts, Lady Sansa in sentencing Baelish. And we knew why you did what you had to do. But we shall move to rectify our mistakes won't we?"

"We can only move forward, my lady," Sansa replied.

"That we do," She nodded at her before she towed Robin Arryn out the room followed by the rest of the Vale Lords. But Robin ran back and looked up at his cousin.

"I would've made him fly if I knew. I don't blame you, cousin. He had us all fooled," he told her.

Sansa hugged him then. "Well by the seven, you talk like a true lord now, Sweetrobin."

He hugged her back then frowned. "I am Lord of the Vale. And I wouldn't be without your help. I vow that we will back you cousin. We will bow to the Queen in the North."

"Thank you," Sansa smiled at him.

"Come along now, my lord," Lady Anya beckoned to him.

And finally, there was only Sansa, Arya and I.

There was tension in the air.

Arya looked between the two of us, rolled her eyes and sighed before standing up and giving me a hard shove towards Sansa who had her back to us, watching the retreat of her council.

When I looked to glare at Arya she glared back at me and shoved me again. "Fix this." Before she ran out the door.

And then there were two.

My heart started picking up, my mouth dried, and my palms were wet.

I didn't know what to do.

There was no more need for the farce.

No more need for the games.

Still even if we were going to get the outcome we've hoped for, I still hurt her to get here.

I still lied.

I still deceived her.

Even for just a moment, even as a farce, I pushed her.

I pushed her to do all the things I promised I would protect her from.

I broke all my vows to her.

She stayed silent and unmoving. And I don't expect her to be the first to move.

It should be me.

So I did.

I walked behind her wanting to touch her but my hands stayed to my sides.

"Sansa," I managed.

She jerked and slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes shone with tears that ran long and silent.

I couldn't help it. In an instant I had her in my arms, my chin on her shoulder as I gathered her to me tightly, apologies pouring out my mouth like rivers as I fought back my tears. It was not my time to cry.

I didn't deserve to cry and be comforted.

She did not pull away, she did not even stiffen. She just stayed. Silent, unmoving and unresponsive.

"I'm so sorry – so very sorry. I wanted to tell you everything. The hurtful things I did and said, I didn't mean them. Please believe me! I'm sorry Sansa," I apologized.

She didn't move.

I pulled away and cradled her face up to mine. "Please say something."

Then as if a damn suddenly broke loose she broke down and wrapped her arms around me so suddenly and with such force that I barely caught her.

Thank the gods.

She clutched at me, her hands gripping me tight as sobs wracked her body. I was sobbing too as I clutched her to me just as tight, cradling her head to my chest with one hand, the other to around her back.

"I was so worried – so very worried that I – I almost believed. I'm sorry – I'm sorry I almost faltered with my trust but I – almost believed Jon and I was so afraid," she sobbed.

I kissed her head over and over shaking my head. "No, don't be sorry. Don't you dare be sorry. If you did I wouldn't fault you for it. I had to make you believe and I'm sorry,"

"I was so angry Jon. I thought you didn't trust me enough. And I never meant for you to get trapped into playing the game. Not for anyone. Not for even me. You are too honest. Too kind. Too honorable. You are the only good thing I know in the world. I never meant for you to be corrupted. That's why I tried holding on to my feelings. Denying myself. I didn't want to corrupt you. But I was weak. I gave in. You know that. But it was too late. I was too late – oh Jon I'm so so sorry."

I pulled away and firmly held her face as anger coursed through me. "You think I'm good? I'm not. I've killed people, Sansa. I did things I'm not proud of. I'm not as honorable as you think. I've broken a lot of vows. I – I – if anything, it's you. You are the only thing good that is left in this world. You've seen darkness. You've lived it. Monsters have tried to break you down. Over and over still you overcame it all. You still strive to be better. You still strive to do what is best for others. So do not, not ever, not for a moment, think that you could ever corrupt me."

Then I softened. "Oh Sansa. You knew right? You knew what I was doing. I can't – I can't get over the fact that despite it all – despite how much I've pushed you, how much I've hurt you, you chose to trust me."

She smiled up at me then, small as it was as she placed her hands over my wrists. "I told you, Jon. I would always choose you. Jon, I love you," she admitted with a soft and shaky breath almost desperate as if I would not believe it.

I broke down then and sobbed as I took it all in and because I could not bear it anymore, I pressed our foreheads together and drew in a shaky breath before meeting her gaze once more.

"I love you," I told her but it came out as a sob.

More tears flowed from her eyes as she closed them and took in a staggered breath of her own and that woke up a great force in me as I began kissing all over her face slowly tenderly.

"I love you," I repeated as I kissed her forehead.

"I love you," I kissed one eyelid. "I love you," I kissed the other.

"I love you," I said to each cheek. I had to pause against my sobbing.

"I love you," I continued as I made a trail down to her jaw but not her lips yet.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." I kept repeating.

And finally I pulled away long enough until she opened her eyes, and gripped her tight and close. "I'm so in love with you, Sansa."

And finally our lips met.

We kissed slow and fast pressing and releasing as sobs wracked us then laughter from desperation and relief.

It was finally over.

It was finally over.

When we finally settled down, we were a messy heap on the floor of the War Room. We were sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around each other, finally with smiles on our faces.

Then she turned to me after some silence and I knew she was going to confess something.

"Jon, I knew you were planning something. I knew you would never intentionally hurt me. I knew there must be something. I trust you, I've said that already. But it still hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt because I felt that you didn't trust me enough – that I wasn't strong enough that you would resort to shutting me out – to shield me. But I let you. Because you asked me to. And I can't – I can't say no to you," she admitted.

"Sansa," I started but she shook he head. "I'm not finished."

"Jon… Baelish came to me again," she said fearfully. Scared for my reaction.

I tried my level best to be calm and let her finish. "Tell me."

She closed her eyes in relief that I wasn't lashing out. "He threatened you. He told me he would kill you. Easily. He told me the only way I could save you was if I chose."

"Chose what?" I said through gritted teeth even if I had an idea.

"He made me choose to force you, guilt you even, or gods forbid, seduce you even, into marrying me," she said with sadness.

I held my breath. "Or?"

"Or marry him," she finally said.

I took in deep breaths to calm myself when a frightening thought went through me. "Was that why you?"

She shook her head repeatedly. "No, no, no! He came to me…after that. The morning after."

"You know why he wants you to marry me, don't you?"

She nodded. "Yes. I do. He wants the Iron Throne. And he means to kill you, and me possibly too."

"Sansa, what aren't you telling me?"

Tears started building up once more. "He gave me an ultimatum. I had until tonight to decide or he'll have you killed. And I have to be honest Jon. I almost – I almost went to him," she looked in disgust and shame. "We were fighting. I had no one to turn to. Not even my guards knew. He planned it well to meet me with the choice and then I knew he had his way around us. We weren't safe. What was I to do? Choosing him was the easiest way."

I wiped her tears and shook my head. "Sansa, you know if you told me, even after I was adamant not to marry you, I would. I would do it."

She nodded over and over. "I know. I know you would. That's why I love you. And that's why I did it. As much as it repulses me, I love you more than myself. And I couldn't do it to you. I couldn't take away your choices. I couldn't. I couldn't- "

I kissed her then to silence her. My beautiful, beautiful, sweet girl... "But you didn't."

She looked up at me then. "I didn't."

"Why did you change your mind? Not that I'm not glad you did when you decided to our betrothal at the council but I want to know?"

"Because for the first time in a long time, I hoped," she whispered.

And I understood.

I cried.

I understood.

I kissed her again and again. How can I ever deserve this? Deserve her?

"I hoped that even if you resent me, at least I could keep you safe. I would find a way when we wed. And as much as I resolved to choose the easiest way and choose him to keep you alive as he promised, I couldn't do it in the end. I felt like failing you, but I knew you would forgive me. I had to hope," she looked up at me.

I clasped and unclasped her shoulders as a sob tore through me again. "I'm glad you did. I'd go mad. I'd – if you had to give yourself to that snake – I'd kill him. I'd kill him on the spot. Gods be damned, I'd do it. I promised you I would never let anyone touch you again."

We cried against each other once more when she started speaking once more. "Jon, please don't do this again. Promise me. Promise me you won't lie to me again. Promise me. On your honor, please. Even at the cost of my life. Please. I'd rather you hurt me with the truth – any truth than have you lie to me. And I promise to swear the same."

I kissed her once. "I promise. I swear. I won't do this again. I promise."

"I love you Jon," she said again.

"I love you too, Sansa." I choked. "So much. It's the only thing I believe in completely in the world."

"I'm sorry I lied," she admitted. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the second kiss – the one at the crypts."

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. Not anymore. It's over. He's going to die and bring with him all his poison."

"I'll finally be free," she breathed out.

"Yes, yes, you are," I smiled at her.

She looked at me then. "When you hit him, you called me your betrothed."

I reddened. "I suppose I did."

She smiled then. "Will you ask me now? Or Should I? For real this time?"

I made her stand up then and went down on one knee. "Sansa Stark, will you take me for your own? Will you let me take you for my own? Without any strings or threats or even fucking benefits though there are. Can we choose each other?" I almost kicked myself for being so crass in my proposal but I didn't care when she answered.

She kept nodding over and over. "Yes!" she laughed. "Yes! I choose. I've chosen you for a long time now."

"As I have too," I grinned.

And then we kissed once more through tears and laughter.

"Oi! How long are you going to keep sucking my sister's face?"

We broke away but still held on to each other as we grinned at Arya who had her arms crossed and a brow arched but she was grinning.

"Sorry to break this up but we do have a snake to kill," She smirked with glee. "And more importantly, how will we kill him? Cut his fucking head off? Hang him? Burn him? Make him take a Penance Walk? I'd shove him over the Moon Door but that would take too long."

I looked at Sansa.

She placed my hand over the pommel of Longclaw. "Do it how father would've killed him. Ours is the old way."

My heart warmed and I smiled as I nodded at her.

"Then burn him," she added with as much coldness as she could muster as she looked me in the eyes, my own answered in burning rage at the thought.

Fire and Ice.

I kissed her again suffering a snort from Arya.

We broke away and gazed at each other for a moment.

Finally.

Finally, my love.

My love was free.

No more Joffrey Baratheon to beat and strip her to humiliation or any other monsters like Ramsay Bolton to break her.

No Loras Tyrell any other knight who didn't do enough to rescue her.

No, she did not need even Tyrion Lannister to help her.

No other, no other suitors, no other heirs, like Aryn, like Hardyng, not anyone else, most especially, Baelish.

She would never have need for any of them. As if I would give her to anyone.

She has me.

All of me.

Jon Snow.

Jon Stark.

Jon Targaryen.

All of me.

If Baelish was right about anything, it was me feeling like Valarr Targaryen, the champion fighting for the honor and the hand of his Queen of Love and Beauty, the Lady of Ashford.

Only now, we would be more.

We would be just us, but we would be more.

My Sansa, and her Jon.

They can have us however they like.

King and Queen.

Lord and Lady.

The Highborn daughter and the Bastard son.

I don't care.

They can call us anything they want as long as we are together.

She is mine as I am hers.

We will have our song.

And they will all sing it.

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AN: First of all, you're welcome. ;)

Goodness. This was a bitch to write and a rollercoaster to ride. I rewrote the last part completely, because I almost went Dark Sansa. But I figured, no. they weren't that far gone. So I decided to do away with tormenting them further (and all of us who cares for the story). Why would I make them suffer when I can do it to Baelish instead? ;D

Well, I hope I made you guys happy. I can actually wrap it up with this one. (YASS MY ORIGINAL PLAN OF 14 CHAPTERS) But I can procure one more. I wanted to cut this btw, but I couldn't and you wouldn't forgive me if I did and it might not make sense so suffer the length. The next one would wrap it up but it would take maybe days or weeks. I have a lot of exams and possible interviews in the next days so I'm delivering all for this one.

I resurrected Ser Barristan but he's really the best choice as the other envoy. He's someone who could be loyal to both Sansa and Jon. And I did add some minor characters like the Flints because of the interesting tidbit I read from the web. The crossbow thing at "Arya Stark's" wedding. Nothing I wrote here was arbitrary, I researched the bitch for this. So again, if some scenes were familiar, they probably are. I wanted to be as faithful to the canon without taking too much liberties.

And yes, Dunk and Egg. :) :) :)

Thank you and please tell me what you think. I'm not one for begging for comments. I could do without but I'm dying here to know what you think. I wrote more than 23,000 words surely you can write back? ;D I even threw in the anticipated kiss.

The comment threads in Archive of our own (where this is also posted) are actually informative. I think I've explained some things there and maybe some spoilers but all in all, there were many good discussions if you're looking for more insight to this story. I do try my best to reply to reviews here, though i admit I'm more active there.

Seven hells what a mother. I panicked even while writing this because I did hit a block. But I pushed through. Gosh, what a journey. Just one more and it will be significantly short, my darlings. But this one makes up for it all, I hope. We can only expect happier things from here. Sorry it took 14 chapters for that slow burn to well, burn. Haha.

Love you guys!