More of their future plans will be discussed in this chapter. Starting with a short wedding, clans dispersing, and some other fantastic things. Enjoy! I want to point something out as well, after receiving a pretty stupid, critical, review. This is FANFICTION. I know this story is not perfect, I know there are misspellings, I know that the characters may seen off and out of character at times. I'm not begging you to read my story, I honestly don't mind if you don't, because I have a large following that is enjoying this story and reviewing every time I post a new chapter. Keep your negative criticism to yourself unless you are trying to be kind and helpful. The review and message I received I did NOT find helpful, but rude and written with a horrible attitude when they THOUGHT they were being helpful. Don't like it? Don't read my story, don't review. End of story. Again, this is a fanfic story and I won't be writing characters how you want or believe they should be written. I'm not GRRM. Reread ASOIAF.

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The future

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The next morning, Sansa and Mance walked hand in hand into the Godswood, followed by Jon, Shireen, Joanna, and Tormund, for a small wedding in the snow. The snow that was falling had stopped for the early morning hours and as they stood in front of the Weirwood tree, Sansa looked up at Mance and he looked at her, both of them smiling as they spoke the sacred words together,

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days."

Joanna smiled and held an arm around her large belly as Josef walked up behind her and held her close, watching their friends marry for the second time. Sansa and Mance kissed and sealed their bond for the second time, the ring he was carrying the whole time she was gone placed on her finger to show she was his once more. Shireen held Jon's hand as Sansa and Mance looked at all of them and heard their cheers and claps. Tormund walked forward, "Let's hope this one lasts." Sansa looked at him and kissed his cheek, "Of course. I doubt I would let anything happen to us this time. Not with a son on the way."

Shireen walked to her, "Sansa, I-" Mance looked at her, "Now, what will we do with you?" Sansa was holding his arm now and she looked up at him, "Mance, not now." He let her go and walked forward towards Shireen, looking down at her greyscale face and her large doe eyes. He growled, "I can't have you running about in our lands, fatherless and-" Sansa tugged on his arm again, "I said-" Mance leaned down to the girl, "Have you ever been beyond the Wall?" Sansa stopped tugging at Mance's arm and listened closely to what he was saying. Shireen shook her head, "No, Ser, I have not." Mance nodded, "Aye, well, you best make sure you have some warm clothing because you'll be coming with us." She smiled and jumped at Mance, hugging him and whispering, "Thank you so much!"

Sansa watched the exchange and realized that Mance would not let Shireen stay behind in the freezing cold, he would not let anyone else take her, and he would certainly not let Sansa down.

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Sansa had never been a fan of burying the dead.

When they finally found Stannis' and Davos' bodies among the dead Baratheon soldiers, Tormund and Josef climbed the gates and walls to remove their heads. Sansa tried to keep Shireen from looking towards the south gates and it worked for the time being, but Shireen knew that burying her father would be the hardest thing she had to do. Sansa found a black gown for herself and Shireen in the castle and after they dressed, they walked outside hand in hand, wlaking to where Stannis and Davos lay on the cold ground. Even though Mance was standing just feet away, Sansa began to panic as she looked at Stannis' body. She wanted to touch it although it was decomposing already, she wanted to feel the touch of his armor one more time. Shireen looked at her father and saw the Baratheon patch he wore upon his arm sleeve. She looked up at Sansa and others watched as she whispered into her ear. Sansa nodded, "Tormund, the princess wishes for the patch from her father's armor." He nodded and walked forward, removing his small knife to cut the patch off the sleeve.

Tormund handed the patch to Shireen, "Here you go, princess."

When Shireen was finished, Sansa walked to his body and fell to her knees, her hands reaching out to touch the armor. Mance stepped forward and touched her shoulder, but she shook her head, "Leave me for a moment." Mance could understand now how much of an impact Stannis had in Sansa's life in the short time he was with her. He also understood how it was possible to love two people. He looked at the others, "You can all go." Val had been standing behind them all, watching all this unfold. She looked at her clan member's and mumbled, "We leave in the morning. I can't stand to be in view of that sniveling child."

"That child is the princess Shireen Baratheon."

Val turned and saw Jon again and chuckled, "You are everywhere, aren't you?" Jon smirked, "And you are leaving." As Val and Jon continued to speak, Sansa said her goodbyes to Stannis and Davos before she was led away by Mance, both of them making their way towards Jon. Sansa looked at Val, "How kind it was of you and your people coming to the burial." Val smiled at her, "Of course, Lady Sansa, an honor-"

"Val was just about to leave with her clan, your graces. Mance, perhaps you would like to see them on their way while I bring my sister and the princess to their breakfast?"

Sansa smirked, "I think she knows where the gate is. If you wish to go back to your ice river, I suggest going now before it freezes over." Val stepped forward and grabbed for Sansa, succeeding in grabbing her by the arm as Mance and Jon both tried to get her off of the pregnant and upset Sansa before she could do any harm. Val looked at Mance and hissed, "She will do nothing but ruin you and your clan. You may have married her twice and given her a son, but she will take all you have given to her and use it against you. Don't you remember? The Nights King? He is a Stark-"

"That is enough!"

Mance voice boomed over all of them and Sansa stood in shock at what had happened and what she just heard. Before Mance could drag her away, Sansa pushed past Jon and questioned, "What do you mean a Stark? Who is the Night's King?" Val looked at her and snorted, "Figure it out for yourself, girl. Better yet, ask your dear husband." Sansa watched as Mance led Val from the castle and as her people followed and passed her and Jon, she looked at him and whispered, "What does all of this mean, Jon?" Jon looked at her and sighed,

"It means that you have family in wrong places, Sansa, and this might be a very long winter."

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I hope you enjoyed. Sorry it was a bit short. I have heard that the Night's King was a Stark..and I think I have an interesting twist to add in later on. Thank you for reading!