Notes: So... Hey, guys...

SORRY T.T

It wasn't my intention to... You know. The thing is, before I was posting chapters that were already finished -when I started posting I had over 10 chapters done -but now, the posts have reached what I have. That means that I'm writing and posting. That means... It will take longer now. Sorry, I can't promise posts every week anymore. I hope you guys understand.

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Coming up: the morning after, grumpy Ygritte, especial guests -Willas and Davos! -and Brienne being super nice.

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 14

Sansa knew she was humming and smiling a bit too much. Jeyne kept giving her knowing grins, but she was so freaking happy that she just couldn't stop.

Jon couldn't be real. It was impossible, unlikely. He was too much; too good, too nice, too kind… Too hot.

Sansa felt like she was floating on cloud nine and she was scared shitless of falling down. Everything was so perfect that she feared it was just a temporary bubble and, once that bubble popped, it would be worse than it was with Joffrey, Harry or Petyr.

She didn't want to be here expecting the worse. She wanted to be hopeful and charmed, but it was stronger than her. She had managed to give Jon the opportunity, though. It'd be unfair of her to keep expecting him to blow it now.

So she kept remembering his kisses, his touches and his words and kept smiling.

Around nine in the morning Ygritte arrived.

"Details." She growled. "Now!"

Jeyne squeaked and hid in the kitchen, but Sansa just arched a brow. "I'll give you coffee and after that, if you're behaving like a human being, we can talk. Maybe."

Ygritte glared at her without saying a word, and Sansa stared right back at her. She was used to Ygritte's grumpiness in the morning –she was impossible before coffee –but sometimes even a patient friend could lose their cool.

Finally Ygritte broke away from their staring contest. "Fine." She grumbled.

So Sansa prepared her coffee, gave it to her and waited. Ygritte sat on a corner table, glared at the wall for ten minutes, until she finally finished her coffee. Then she came over to the counter again.

"Okay, Red. Tell me. Please!" She almost whined at the end.

That made Sansa grin. "Much better. And it was…" Sansa sighed.

Ygritte looked beyond amused. "Wow. Someone is lost. Where did you go?"

Sansa explained briefly the places they'd gone the night before.

"Oh you met Edd?"

Sansa nodded. "He's nice."

"He is." Ygritte confirmed. "Then what?"

"Jon sang to me." She admitted blushing.

Ygritte appeared incredulous. "No shit? Wow… Who would've thought, hm? What did he sing?"

"Kissed by fire."

Ygritte snorted. "He's so corny."

"Stop!" Sansa protested, but she was giggling.

"The boy sang you a song, Red. Did you thank him appropriately?" She arched a very expressive brow.

"I tried." Sansa informed her. "But Jon has a one track mind and he was very determined to…" She felt her cheeks getting red. "Show me something."

"Really?" Ygritte drawled, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"I know now why he is infamous." Sansa admitted.

Ygritte cackled. "God damn it, Snow! I'll give that boy a bonus or something. So you're happy?"

"Ridiculously so." Sansa replied honestly.

"Great. You deserve it." Ygritte said full of certainty. "Make sure Jon remembers that too."

Sansa just nodded, but then watched as Ygritte became pensive.

"Sansa… Jon is a great guy, one of the best men I've ever met." She said sincerely. "But he's so damn stubborn and brooding sometimes. He feels like he has to take care of everything and everyone and he never expects anything back." She looked Sansa in the eyes. "What I'm saying is I think he'll be good for you, but I believe you'll be great for him. Jon deserves someone to care about his heart, to take care of him."

Sansa didn't expect that. "Okay…"

"So… Just take care of his heart." Ygritte asked. "That thing deserves some peace too."

The redhead said her goodbyes and left, but Sansa kept thinking: what did Ygritte mean by that?

XxX

Sansa spent a long time mulling over Ygritte's words, mostly because they were the same as Dany's. They both asked her to take care of his heart, which made her wonder… What had happened to Jon?

She never mentioned to him, because he didn't talk about his family –just his mother and rarely at that –but she knew who Dany was. Well, every living person knew who she was: the sole heir of the Targaryen family. They owned a billionaire empire, but some said the family was cursed, seeing as all had died tragically, with the exception of Dany.

But Dany said she was Jon's aunt.

For a while Sansa thought she might have meant something like an "aunt-figure", but Dany was too young for that. If it was out of consideration she'd be a cousin or even a sister. An aunt…

They had to be blood relatives.

Jon was a Targaryen?

The door of her café opened and Willas Tyrel came in, cane in hand. "Willas!" She smiled at the man.

"Lady Sansa." He grinned at her, then his eyes seemed to take her in with interest and curiosity. "Well, don't you look gorgeous today? Who put that smile on your face?"

Sansa felt herself blushing as she came close to him. "Willas!" She groaned as she offered him her arm and walked him to a table.

"Was it Mr. Snow?" Sansa looked at him shocked and Willas chuckled. "My sister kept moaning about how you two wouldn't just get your heads out of your arses long enough to fuck each other."

Sansa rolled her eyes as he sat down. "It sounds like her." She admitted.

"She was planning on locking you two naked on a room." He confided.

That startled a laugh out of Sansa. "How would she manage that?"

"I'm sure that if anyone could do it, it'd certainly be Marge."

Sansa chuckled, because she could picture something like that. Margaery could be relentless when she wanted something. She was just glad her friend hadn't done something like that.

She went and got Willas's favorite tea and brought it to him.

"I met your brother." He told her after taking a sip. "Marge brought him around for dinner."

Yes, Sansa had heard from Robb himself that he was invited for dinner a few nights before, before the nightclub. He'd been totally overwhelmed by the Tyrells. "So?" She asked amused.

"I feel sorry for the poor sod." Willas told her. "Almost told him to run for his life. He's way too nice for my baby sister."

Sansa slapped his shoulder. "You're horrible, Willas."

"I just speak the truth."

Sansa was still giggling when the café door opened and Jon came in. She felt like her smile was going to split her face. "Jon."

He smiled at her and came closer. "Hello, Sansa."

She didn't know if she should kiss him or not, but he settled it for her, kissing her cheek.

"Jon, have you met Willas?" She asked, finally remembering her manners. "He's Margaery's brother."

"Nice to meet you." Jon said, offering his hand to the man.

"The pleasure is all mine." Willas shook his hand. "Marge spoke so much about you I was getting curious."

"She was planning on locking us naked somewhere." Sansa stage whispered to Jon.

He arched a brow. "I'm not exactly shocked by that." He admitted.

"She never told me you were the Targaryen boy, though. When Marge said your name I thought it was just a coincidence." Willas commented, before taking another sip of his tea.

Jon froze like a deer caught in the headlights. "Targaryen boy?" Sansa repeated confused.

"Yes, the second heir." Willas looked from one to the other, like he finally noticed something wasn't quite right. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"How did you know?" Jon asked, his face serious.

"Our firm took care of the paperwork. I recognized you from the pictures on your documents." Willas admitted.

Well, talk about uncomfortable.

Sansa cleared her throat. "Jon, do you want coffee? Are you going to take a sit?"

"I just…" He cleared his throat. "I'll come back later." He decided. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Willas." He nodded at the man and left.

Sansa sighed.

"I am so sorry, Sansa." Willas said honestly. "I didn't know…"

"Yeah… I didn't either."

XxX

Jon was an idiot. There was no other explanation for his behavior earlier. Sure, Willas Tyrell had caught him by surprise, but that wasn't an excuse for him to leave the way he had.

Sansa probably thought there was something wrong. He sure looked guilty as fuck running that way.

He just didn't want to talk about the Targaryens. Ever.

It was a foolish idea to think that he could date Sansa, bring her into his life and never talk about it, but he just… Didn't want to. If he were to talk about the fact that he was the second Targaryen heir, he'd have to explain his mother's story and how it affected him growing up.

Sansa knew that Lyanna had raised him as a single mother and she never pressed for details. Sansa had been beyond patient with his evasive answers or the lack of information about his past.

If he kept this up she'd start to think he had some kind of dark past or some shit.

He wanted to tell her about a lot of things, about a lot of people, but he didn't want to talk about the money and his father. It seemed beyond daft when he actually thought about it –how could he keep that a secret forever? –but he was still unable to just tell her.

And now she knew.

Because Willas Tyrell told her.

He shouldn't dislike the other man for no reason, but… Yeah, now he kind of had a reason. Nothing to do with jealousy.

Even though it had everything to do with jealousy.

That made him feel like an even bigger fool, since the man didn't do it to spite him.

"Now that's a big frown, lad. What's wrong?"

Jon sighed and accepted the mug of tea Davos offered him. Although Jeor Mormont was the man that taught Jon all that he knew about tattoos, Davos was the one that gave him his first real opportunity in a studio.

"I did something stupid." Jon sighed.

"I could figure that out on my own, boy. You came to visit after all."

Jon felt a bit sheepish at that. Davos was a great friend and Jon knew he was always welcome to the man's house, but he hardly ever visited. He hated feeling like he was somehow imposing. Davos had his own family and things to do.

"I'm sorry, Davos."

Davos chuckled. "You're too serious, Jon. I was just teasing you. Now tell me. What happened?"

"I met someone." Jon admitted.

That surprised Davos. Jon hadn't talked about anyone since Alys Karstark left his heart in shambles. Jon was a great boy and he looked serious and mature, but it surprised Davos how vulnerable he was behind all of that.

"Is she a good girl?" Davos asked.

"She's great." Jon smiled at him. "You'd like Sansa a lot."

"That's a beautiful name." Davos grinned at him. "Where did you meet her?"

Jon then explained to him everything: how he met Sansa, how they got to know each other and that they had a date the night before.

He also told the older man about this morning.

"So… You never mentioned the Targaryens…"

Davos was one of the few people that knew about this story, because when Dany came around, demanding that Jon accepted his inheritance he'd gone to Davos for advice.

"I just don't want her to see me differently because of it." Jon finally admitted.

Davos arched a brow. "You think she would?"

"I don't mean that I think she's a gold digger, Davos. She isn't." Jon spoke firmly. "But what if she thinks I've been lying to her? Purposefully keeping this from her?"

"Well, you have." Davos indicated, without malice. "You chose not to tell her about the inheritance."

"I don't feel like a Targaryen. I don't want to be one. It has nothing to do with who I am." Jon insisted.

"Perhaps that's the case." Davos conceded. "Still… I'm not the one to whom you should be saying this."

Yes, Jon was aware of that.

XxX

"Should I be upset?"

Brienne arched a brow. "Are you?"

Sansa sighed and sipped her water, just to buy herself more time. "I'm not." She admitted. "I want to think that Jon had a good reason not to tell me something like this. And the more I think about it the more I realize we haven't known each other for a very long time. We kind of just met."

"But?" Brienne pressed gently.

"But…" Sansa sighed. "I'm just worried that I'm doing it again; that I'm excusing his behavior just because I like him, the same way I did with Harry and Joffrey."

Brienne nodded her understanding.

Sansa had come to the pub as soon as she left the café. She'd wanted to talk to Jon at first, but after realizing that he never came back for his coffee, or called her, she lost her nerve. She went to look for Brienne and found the woman behind the bar.

It was early in the afternoon, so there were only a few tourists around, since it was too late for lunch and too early for happy hour, so the woman could talk to Sansa.

"Look, Sansa, I'm sure Jon had his reasons. It sounds awfully personal." Brienne commented. "I don't think he intentionally hid something from you. But… I understand why you feel insecure."

"What should I do?" Sansa asked, letting her forehead drop against the bar.

"You're asking me for relationship advice?" Brienne snorted. "I married Tormund."

"And you love me!" The redheaded man yelled from somewhere in the back of the pub.

"He has a supernatural talent to know when you're talking about him." Sansa commented bemused.

"I know." Brienne's sigh was full of exasperated fondness. She fixed her eyes on Sansa again. "Talk to Jon, Sansa. He's a good kid. Yeah, make sure he explains himself very well –he did walk out on you –but give him a chance."

"I will." Sansa promised.

"And if he doesn't give you a truly satisfying answer, let me know and I'll kick his arse." Brienne finished.

Sansa giggled despite herself. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Brienne."

"Any time, darling."

Notes: Oh Jon...

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