A Different Rebellion
Winterfell – 301 A.C
One and a half moons later…
Willam was stood under the Heart Tree in the centre of the Winterfell Godswood watching as Ned walked Daenerys down the path between the two sections of crowd.
The crowd was made up of most Northern families along with Winterfell's household staff and to her delight Rhaenys Hightower nee Targaryan was also in attendance at Daenerys's insistence though her Husband Artos Hightower and two children had declined to attend.
Her Niece was 24 years old and looked the spitting image of her Mother Elia Martell with long dark brown hair and tanned olive skin.
Daenerys was dressed in thick white wedding gown lined with wolf fur and a black cloak that had the red House Targaryan sigil on the back of it.
Willam was dressed in a dark brown tunic and breeches with a grey House Stark cloak.
Stood next to him was Jon while Jorah Mormont was stood underneath the Heart Tree ready to officiate the ceremony.
Once Ned and Daenerys reached the others Willam nervously gulped before taking Daenerys's hands as she stood opposite him.
"Who comes before the Old Gods on this night?" said Jorah Mormont.
"Willam Stark, son of Eddard Stark" said Willam.
"Daenerys Targaryan, daughter of Aerys Targaryan, a woman grown and flowered" said Daenerys glancing at the crowd some of whom had displeased looks on their faces at the mention of her Father.
"And who brings her?" said Jorah Mormont.
"Eddard Stark, Lord of the Wolfswood Keep" said Ned.
Jon pulled two rings out of his pocket and held them out to Willam and Daenerys.
After a few seconds Willam took the ring and slid it onto Daenerys's left ring finger.
"With this ring, I pledge my love, my honour and my life to you Daenerys Targaryan" said Willam keeping his eyes locked with hers.
Daenerys slowly took the other ring from Jon and slid it onto Willam's left ring finger.
"With this ring… I pledge my love, my honour, and my life to you Willam Stark" said Daenerys.
"Now that you have exchanged vows and rings, you will cloak the bride and bring her under your protection" said Jorah Mormont.
Willam removed Daenerys's House Targaryan cloak before handing it to Ned.
Willam then removed his House Stark cloak and wrapped it around Daenerys's shoulders.
"In the eyes of the True Gods… I pronounce you Husband and Wife" said Jorah Mormont.
Willam felt his heart race slightly as he placed his hand on Daenerys's cheek before leaning towards her and giving her a gentle kiss.
A gentle applause broke out from the crowd as Willam broke the kiss with Daenerys after a few seconds.
His eyes found hers for a moment and the two exchanged small smiles with each other before Daenerys took his arm.
Later that night…
Daenerys separated from Willam after their first dance had finished.
Willam went off to get his drink from the table while Rhaenys Hightower appeared next to Daenerys with two glasses of wine in her hands.
"You actually went through with it then… you know what these people did to our family, what Lord Stark's Son did to our Brother" said Rhaenys handing one of the glasses to Daenerys.
"Lord Stark saved my life when he could have easily harmed me… and he promised me that I would be safe here… and Jon Stark has promised me that I would be protected in the North" said Daenerys flatly.
Rhaenys took a sip of her wine.
"You know Lord Hightower would have gladly paid for your release… and I doubt honourable Lord Stark would have turned him down" said Rhaenys.
"And be an open target for Tywin Lannister to kill whenever it pleased him… I would not have been safe there… look at Margaery and Aemon, Gods know where Jamie Lannister took them, they might be dead already and we may never know" said Daenerys regretfully.
She took a big gulp of her wine.
"Besides… Willam Stark is nice, he has been nothing but kind and welcoming to me since we met" said Daenerys softly.
"Is he now?" said Rhaenys sternly.
Daenerys straightened up.
"Yes… he even offered to take me to Oldtown to see you if I wanted, said no one could stop me from visiting you" said Daenerys.
Rhaenys raised her eyebrow at her as she sipped her wine.
Daenerys sighed and sipped her wine.
"I know you do not like what I have done… but I do not want us to cease talking because of it, you are my Niece and I love you" said Daenerys.
Rhaenys smiled.
"The Gods could not keep me from talking to you Daenerys" said Rhaenys softly as she took her hand and squeezed it.
Daenerys returned her smile.
"Then trust me now… I will be safe here… and happy with my Husband" said Daenerys softly.
Half an hour later…
Sansa clutched her cup of wine tightly in both hands as she made her way across the crowded hall to where the object of her building rage was stood.
Dacey Mormont.
As Sansa approached Dacey the young woman turned to face her with a cool look on her face.
"Lady Stark" said Dacey coolly.
Sansa gritted her teeth in slight frustration.
"You cannot have him, I will not allow it" said Sansa icily.
Dacey glared at her.
"Lets speak outside… before you embarrass yourself" said Dacey bitterly.
She moved towards the doors without another word before Sansa followed her after several seconds.
Once they were outside Dacey turned to Sansa.
"Is that what you are afraid of… that your Husband will have me in his bed instead of you?" said Dacey flatly.
Sansa remained silent as she glared at Dacey.
Dacey sighed.
"If that is what you truly think… then he deserves better than you, someone that will not punish him for lying with another during a war" said Dacey bitterly.
Sansa snarled.
"I know you want him for yourself, and you have already given him one child, a bastard that you abandoned and sent here instead of raising him yourself, if you had any decency you would have raised that thing yourself" said Sansa hotly.
Dacey looked at her in slight shock before snarling.
"If that boy was my Son… then I would be the one raising him, not his Father, I would not allow him to suffer in your presence… and I still stand by what I said, Jon is a good man, and you are lucky to be with him, yet you treat him so poorly that it sickens me" said Dacey bitterly.
"He dishonoured me, he is my Husband and he took two other women into his bed for the simple reason that they opened their legs to him… if he is such a good man then why could he not have restrained himself and waited until he saw me again before giving into his urges?" said Sansa bitterly.
Dacey sighed.
"You know nothing of what war does to men, so you will never understand what drove him to do what he did" said Dacey flatly.
"Easy for you to say, given that you jumped into his bed and tried to take him away from me" snarled Sansa.
Dacey growled.
"We both jumped into that bed… and he fucked me good Lady Stark, probably better than he ever fucked you… I gave him a night to remember, and he enjoyed it greatly… I imagine that is how he wants to fuck you, but you keep pushing him away, you keep reminding him that he broke his vows to you and brought home a bastard because of it… well guess what, a lot of men do that, yet you do not punish them" growled Dacey.
"Why should I raise his bastard, or even love it, why do I have to share my home with it, what right does a bastard born of a lowborn whore have to be in this castle?" said Sansa.
"That boy has more of a right to be in Winterfell than you ever will, he has Stark blood in his veins, you do not, you are just an outsider to us, a spoilt little girl born to a self serving prick who shipped you off to another before your former betrothed's blood was even cold, your no Northern woman, and you never will be" said Dacey bitterly.
Sansa reeled back in shock.
"You will not speak to me like that, I am Lady Stark and if you insult me again, I will have you thrown out of this castle before the sun comes up" said Sansa angrily.
"Then you best remember something Lady Stark… that boy that you hate is little over a year old, he does not deserve your anger and hate, have you forgotten that he is a motherless child, that his Father is all that he has in the world?" said Dacey angrily.
Sansa only glared at her in response.
"Treat Jon how you want… but I can promise you one thing Sansa, if you push Jon too far, I will make you pay dearly for hurting him, and until you prove otherwise I stand by what I said, he deserves better than you" said Dacey angrily.
"So now you are threatening to trick my Husband into your bed, the Gods will look upon you with shame Lady Mormont" said Sansa angrily.
Dacey let out a laugh.
"Foolish girl, your Southern Gods have no place or power in this castle… and even if I took my clothes off and climbed into your Husbands bed he would not fuck me again, no matter how much he loved the time we had together, he would not fuck me again, do you want to know why?" said Dacey.
Sansa growled.
"Tell me then Lady Mormont" spat Sansa.
Dacey smirked.
"Because he wants to be with you, your the one he wants in his bed at night, he wants to do to you what he did to me, and he did many things to me… but he wants the two of you to get along as well, you will be spending the rest of your life together, are you really going to spend this life hating him for a simple mistake?" said Dacey flatly.
Sansa sighed and leaned against the wall before looking down at the floor in sadness.
"Think about what I said Sansa, now is the time to choose which Lady Stark you want to be" said Dacey before she walked back into the hall leaving Sansa all alone.
One hour later…
Willam watched the door to his chambers as it slammed shut.
It had only been a few minutes since the bedding was called for and he and Daenerys had been stripped naked and carried off to his chambers.
Daenerys was stood opposite him near the bed looking down at the ground with a nervous look on her face.
After a few seconds Willam crossed the room to reach her.
"Dany" said Willam softly.
Daenerys slowly raised her head to look at him with a small smile on her face.
"Dany… no one has ever called me that" said Daenerys softly.
Willam guided her to sit down on the bed before sitting down opposite her.
"Do you like it?" said Willam softly.
Daenerys cracked a small smile.
"You can call me Dany" said Daenerys softly as she traced her hands on his arms.
Willam smiled and paused for a few seconds before slowly leaning forwards to kiss Daenerys.
The two sat there with their lips locked as they traced their hands on each others bodies before falling sideways onto the bed.
Willam broke the kiss after a few seconds and locked eyes with her as he traced his hands on her shoulder and her hair.
"Your beautiful" said Willam softly.
Daenerys smiled and traced her hand on his chest.
"Your very sweet" said Daenerys softly before she leaned in to kiss him again.
Twenty minutes later…
"Come in" said Jon as he sipped his ale from his seat.
Not long after the bedding had been called Jon had said his goodbyes to his guests and come back to his chambers.
The door opened and closed as someone walked inside without saying a word.
Jon turned around to see Sansa stood near the door looking at him.
She had already changed into her nightgown and removed the southern braid from her hair so she was already ready for bed by the time she made the decision to come to his chambers.
"Sansa" said Jon sounding surprised.
He put his ale down and stood up before walking towards her.
"What is it Sansa?" said Jon.
Sansa frowned and took a step towards him.
"Will you be truthful with me My Lord?" said Sansa.
"Of course" said Jon.
Sansa sighed.
"Am I a disappointment to you?" said Sansa sadly.
Jon sighed.
"Sansa… come here" said Jon.
Sansa nervously stepped closer to him.
"What is it My Lord?" said Sansa.
Jon managed a small smile.
"Call me Jon Sansa… not My Lord" said Jon softly as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Jon" said Sansa softly as she leaned up towards his face as he was leaning down before the two kissed each other tenderly.
When the two broke apart Sansa looked up into his eyes.
A pair of eyes that were burning with lust and love for her.
"I realise now that I was wrong… to punish you for what you did during the war, can you forgive me?" said Sansa softly.
Jon smiled and hooked his fingers under the shoulder straps of her nightgown.
"Stay with me tonight" said Jon softly leaning closer to her.
Sansa nodded before the two wrapped their arms around each other and locked lips in a passionate lust filled embrace.
As they kissed each other hungrily they quickly removed each others clothes as they moved backwards towards the bed falling down on it with Sansa underneath Jon who started tracing his hands through her hair revelling in the softness of it.
"You look so beautiful Sansa" said Jon softly before leaning down to kiss her again.
Sansa melted into his kiss as her hand moved down his body towards his hips.
Winterfell – 311 A.C
Ten years later…
The now 28 year old Jon and 27 year old Sansa were stood up on the walkway overlooking part of the courtyard watching as Robb and Arthur practised their archery with Willam and Daenerys's 9 year old Son Rickard and Jory Cassel's 12 year old Son Merrick Cassel under the supervision of Rodrik Cassel.
Now a grown man Jon had changed a good bit in the last ten years with his curly brown black hair tied behind his head and his small beard had been neatly trimmed recently while he had kept his muscular physique.
Sansa had also changed quite a bit in the last ten years having grown a few inches in height and was now only a little bit shorter than Jon while her long copper red hair had been cut back to her shoulders.
Their eldest Son Robb was now 10 years old and had traces of both of his parents in his looks with short light brown almost red hair and steely grey eyes.
Arthur who was also 10 years old looked like a complete Stark with his neck length dark brown hair but his violet eyes showed his secret Valyrian heritage but thankfully no one ever asked questions about it.
Rickard Stark was younger than them at 8 years old and took after his Father in looks with the only trace of his Mother being his slightly softer facial structure.
Sansa let out a small sigh as Arthur hit close to the bullseye.
Though the anger and hate she had once felt for Arthur Snow had long since passed to the point where she treated him like she was his Aunt, she still found it hard to look at him without knowing who his Mother was.
Jon had long since accepted this and told her many times that he was glad she was at least showing some level of care for him.
"Are you ever going to tell me who his Mother is?" said Sansa flatly.
Jon sighed upon hearing the question that she would ask him every so often.
"If I tell you who his Mother was… then I have to tell him first, and he is too young to understand at this time… maybe when he is older" said Jon flatly.
Sansa frowned.
He gave her that exact same answer every time she asked him.
"Do you still love her?" said Sansa with a hint of sadness.
Jon sighed and turned to her slowly grasping her hand in his.
"I love you Sansa" said Jon.
Sansa nodded and pulled her hand away from his.
"I should go and check on Alysane and Jeyne… her embroidery lesson is almost finished" said Sansa.
She gave him a peck on the cheek before turning around and walking away from him.
Alysane and Jeyne were their two Daughters who were 8 and 7 years old respectively while their youngest Son Beron was now 4 years of age.
Five minutes later…
Sansa walked through the door into the large open room where half a dozen young girls including her two Daughters were practising their embroidery under the tutelage of Bertha Cassel.
Her Daughters were sat at one end of the room next to Dyanna Dayne.
The 9 year old long black haired blue eyed Dyanna Dayne was the youngest Daughter of Jon's Cousin Aleric Dayne.
She had been sent to Winterfell three weeks ago as a playmate for Alysane and Jeyne and she would become Sansa's Handmaiden once she turned 11 in two years.
The other young girls in the room were the Daughters of the Household staff including the 14 year old Lyra Cassel and the Brewer's Daughters Myranda and Wylla. Also in the room practising her embroidery was Sansa's 7 year old identical Nieces Shiera and Daenys. The two girls looked like the spitting image of her Mother with long shiny silvery blonde hair though they had inherited their Father's bright blue eyes.
Sansa managed a small smile as she watched her Daughters work on their embroidery thinking about how different they actually were.
The eldest Alysane was as far from a perfect little lady as you could get.
She was short and skinny in stature with long dark brown hair like Jon's. Sansa would often have to tell her not to wear tunics and breeches instead of fine dresses and focus more on her embroidery instead of trying to fight with swords and ride her horse.
Jeyne meanwhile was the perfect little lady Sansa always wanted and she even looked like her with long copper red hair ending halfway down her back and she was also short and skinny in stature. Unlike her older Sister Jeyne loved everything about being a lady focusing on her needlework and playing a harp which she would often play before supper.
After several seconds Sansa saw Bertha Cassel raise her head to look at her.
"Can I help you Lady Stark?" said Bertha.
Sansa turned to her and shook her head.
"No thank you" said Sansa before she returned to watching her Daughters.
She stayed there for a good few minutes before leaving the room.
The Wolfswood Keep – 311 A.C
Two days later…
Willam slowly stirred awake feeling a featherweight touch on his chest underneath his nightshirt.
He was now 26 years of age with short dark brown hair and a matching stubble and moustache.
He glanced to his left to see Daenerys still asleep with her hand on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her shoulders holding her close to him.
Daenerys was now 28 years old with long silver blonde hair halfway down her back and she was dressed in her silver nightgown with her eyes shut as she slept.
Willam pulled her closer to him as he laid there watching her as she slept thinking about how peaceful these last three days had been with just the two of them and their youngest Daughter occupying the castle.
Ned and Ashara were currently at Karhold where the now 22 year old Melaro Karstark nee Stark who was now married to Rickard Karstark's 26 year old Nephew Jonothor had just given birth to a Daughter Barbray the previous day.
With their eldest children Rickard, Shiera and Daenys spending most of there time at Winterfell with their Cousins Willam and Daenerys had quickly got used to spending time together without their children.
After a few minutes Daenerys stirred as she slowly opened her eyes.
His eyes met hers as she smiled at him.
"How long have you awake?" said Daenerys softly.
"Not long" said Willam quietly before he kissed her.
Daenerys sighed into his mouth and pressed her body against his.
"Do you want the children back?" said Daenerys softly as she broke the kiss.
Willam chuckled.
"Just try and make them come home… besides, Jon and Sansa do not mind keeping them at Winterfell… and it gives us more time to spend with each other" said Willam softly.
Daenerys sighed and traced her nails on his chest.
"When was the last time we stayed in bed in the morning?" said Daenerys teasingly before she kissed him.
Willam smirked and took hold of her other hand giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Too long ago" said Willam as he kissed Daenerys hungrily before moving on top of her.
THE END.
A:N – Short story I know readers but I hope you enjoyed it. Updates for Potter Black Alliance will be coming soon.