Sansa sat at the writing desk that evening with a parchment before her, quill in hand. Jorah had already finished his correspondence with Maege Mormont requesting a ship be sent for them straight away. He stood over her shoulder, waiting for her to write. She couldn't focus with his hovering over her.

"Perhaps you could go to the kitchens and find us some food." Sansa suggested. She wasn't really hungry but she didn't want to be too obvious about sending him away. Not after everything that had happened that morning. It wouldn't be useful to stir up hurt feelings again.

He took the hint. "I'll see if I there are any lemon cakes left."

Once he was gone, she dipped the quill in the ink and began to write.

Harry, I want it to be known to you that Ser Jorah Mormont did not steal me away from you. I left willingly. I did not think you would ever waken and Lord Baelish was not as kind a host as he seemed. I wish to stay where I am, with Ser Jorah. Please do not come after me or send any knights or call in your bannerman. -Sansa

Ser Jorah returned soon after. "The lemoncakes are gone. I found apple tarts, and this flagon of Dornish sour."

"Thank you." She joined him at the small table in their chambers and picked at her food. "I finished the letter."

"Good. But don't count on it doing much to stop him. This wouldn't be the first time a war has been fought over a Stark woman." He said sadly.

"I don't want a war fought over me… I wonder if my Aunt Lyanna felt the same say...I wonder if she wasn't kidnapped either…?" Sansa wondered aloud.

"It's possible. Rhaegar never seemed like the type of man to take a woman against her will. Up until the war, he was known as an honorable Prince. He was very unlike Aerys. He was said to have the same silver hair and dark purple eyes of course, so dark they almost looked black, but he did not share his father's temperament… I fought against Rhaegar because my liege lord commanded it and Robert had me knighted for my efforts… but I knew even then that sometimes the people in power only tell us half the story, the half that will get us do their bidding."

"Do you mean to say that King Robert knew my Aunt Lyanna went willingly and he called for war anyway?" Sansa had never considered this possibility.

"I don't know. I think it's possible."

"How can we stop it from happening all over again?"

"Marry me, before the old gods. You're already having my child. If we make it known that you are with child, that we are married, then perhaps the knights and bannermen will waver in their loyalty." He said. "And I wanted you to marry me anyway, if you'll have me."

Sansa nodded, tears in her eyes. "Perhaps you're right. If you had asked me yesterday I would have said yes without hesitation… but…"

"But I didn't ask you yesterday. I asked you this morning and did a terrible job of it. Try to forget all that for a moment, I beg you… there isn't just the possibility of war to consider…and this isn't just about love either… there is Winterfell to consider as well." He told her.

"Winterfell?" She asked, unsure where he was going with his words.

"You are the rightful heir to Winterfell. Our child needs to be legitimized if we are to ever pass your inheritance on."

She hadn't considered that. She had long ago accepted that she would never go home. But even if she couldn't ever return to Winterfell, maybe her children could. She knew without hesitation that she wanted that for her children more than anything.

"Alright, I will marry you." She told him.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Maege's ship arrives in one week. We will do it when she gets here, with her and all the the Glovers as witness so that no one can say it didn't happen."

Sansa allowed herself a small smile. In spite of everything, she found she was happy to be planning another wedding.