A Different Rebellion
Riverrun – 300 A.C
The next night…
Jon gulped as the Septon bound his and Sansa's hands together with a golden strip of silk.
The two were stood before a small alter and an elderly Septon in the Sept at Riverrun while the other Northern, Stormlands, Vale and Riverlands Lords and the occasional Ladies were stood up watching their wedding in silence.
Jon had to admit that he counted himself slightly lucky when he saw Sansa being led up the aisle by her Father.
She looked beautiful dressed in her cream white wedding dress with a see through silk veil and a red and blue House Tully cloak wrapped around her shoulders.
Only now that House Tully cloak had been replaced with the cloak bearing the sigil of House Stark.
"Now it is time for you to swear your vows to one another" said the Septon.
Jon and Sansa turned to face each other.
"Father, Warrior, Smith… Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his/hers, and he/she is mine… from this day until the end of my days" said Jon and Sansa at the same time.
Once they had finished saying their vows the Septon removed the silk from their hands.
"In the light of the Seven, I pronounce you Husband and Wife, you may kiss your bride My Lord" said the Septon.
Jon placed a hand on Sansa's cheek before giving her a gentle kiss as the Sept broke out in applause.
One hour later…
Jon sipped his ale as he looked out at the hall from his seat next to Sansa at the high table.
Her Mother and Father were sat at the table with them along with her Uncle, Brother and Sister while the rest of the Lords were sat on the tables below them.
"How long will you remain here for My Lord?" said Sansa.
Jon turned to her to see that she was looking at him with a questioning look on her face.
"Until tomorrow… we have already waited too long My Lady" said Jon regretfully.
"Must you leave so soon?" said Sansa.
Jon sighed.
"The longer we stay here the greater the risk that the Targaryans will come here… they will know that your Father has declared for our cause, and they will come for us unless we move… and myself and my bannermen are thirsty for vengeance against those who were unjustly killed" said Jon ending his words with a bitter tone.
"So you are placing us in danger by staying at Riverrun?" said Sansa.
"We are in no danger here Sansa… the Targaryans cannot breach our walls, and we have enough provisions to feed the occupants of the castle for two years" said Edmure Tully as he sipped his wine.
"The Targaryans will not lay siege to Riverrun… we will be long gone by the time they get here" said Jon.
"If we wish to defeat the Targaryans, then we must do it on the battlefield… they will be marching this way once their army is ready, the sooner we deal with them the better" said Brynden Tully.
Jon nodded.
"What do you suggest we do Ser Brynden?" said Jon turning to the older man.
Brynden Tully gave an amused snort.
"Gods Boy, you just got married and all you can think about is what our plans for the Targaryans are… have a fucking drink and enjoy yourself, you can worry about the damn war tomorrow" said Brynden Tully amusedly as he sipped his wine.
Jon sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"My Uncle is right" said Sansa flatly.
Jon turned to her and saw that she was looking directly at him.
"It is our wedding… you can talk about battle plans and strategies tomorrow" said Sansa flatly.
Jon sighed.
"Of course My Lady" said Jon.
He immediately resumed eating and drinking in moderate silence.
One hour later…
Jon took a swig of his ale as he walked towards the table where Smalljon and Lord Greatjon Umber were sat with Rodrik and Asher Forrester, Eldric Dustin and Gawen Glover.
Lord Greatjon Umber was the 7'0 tall, early 40's Father of Smalljon Umber. He had short greying brown hair and was laughing as he held onto a large horn of ale.
Asher Forrester was the younger Brother of Rodrik Forrester. He was 17 years old standing at 6'1 tall with short sandy brown hair and a hardened visage.
Gawen Glover was one of the youngest of them at 16 years of age standing at 5'11 tall. He had short black hair and a small bit of black stubble on his chin.
Greatjon Umber rolled his eyes when he saw Jon.
"Now you see Boys, this is not right… he has just got married and here he is talking to us instead of spending time with his new Wife, unless he is frightened of her" said Greatjon Umber mockingly.
Jon sighed.
"You should be sat up there with her… or carrying her to her chambers if you are that desperate" said Asher Forrester mockingly.
Jon scowled.
"Leave him be Boys… he is probably just nervous as all, and we all know why" said a teasing female voice from beside Jon.
Jon turned in the direction of the voice and scowled slightly.
"Fuck you Dacey" scowled Jon.
Dacey Mormont of Bear Island was the eldest Daughter of Maege Mormont at 21 years of age and she stood just shorter than Jon at 6'0 tall with long dark brown hair.
Jon had first met her when he was 6 and she was 10 when she came to their holdfast in the Wolfswood to serve as a handmaiden to Ashara who had taken a liking to the wild young girl when she and Ned had visited Bear Island.
After much persuasion to the ever stubborn Maege Mormont, Ashara left Bear Island with Dacey Mormont in tow.
The older Girl became something of a big Sister to Jon and his Siblings during her time with the Starks before she eventually returned to Bear Island when she was 19 the year before Jon returned from Kings Landing.
Though Jon had recently developed different feelings towards her nothing serious ever came of it.
Dacey Mormont placed her hand over her heart in mock hurt.
"Fuck me, I did not know you still thought that way about me" said Dacey Mormont teasingly causing the others to laugh.
"I do not think that way about you" said Jon in an annoyed tone.
Dacey Mormont smirked before taking his arm and leading him away from the others.
"Are you sure… remember what happened last year?" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
"Nothing happened" said Jon quickly.
Dacey Mormont chuckled and squeezed his arm.
"That is not how I remember it" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
Jon glared at her.
The Wolfswood Keep – 299 A.C
Nine moons ago…
"So how was it?" said Dacey Mormont as she sipped her ale.
Jon sipped his own ale.
The two were sat on his bed in his chambers.
This was the only the second time he had seen his Mother's former Handmaiden since he left for Kings Landing six years ago not long after his tenth name day.
The first had been when they had been reunited with each other at that ill fated tournament at Harranhal.
"Not great… I saw things I would rather forget" said Jon solemnly.
Dacey Mormont sighed and moved a little closer to him.
"Like what?" said Dacey Mormont soothingly.
"Things I would rather not speak of" said Jon flatly.
Dacey Mormont nodded.
"Alright then… what about girls?" said Dacey Mormont.
"Girls?" said Jon warily.
"Yes girls… did you fuck any girls down there, I bet more than one of them wanted to know what it is like to be with a Northerner, and came straight to you" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
Jon sighed.
"Ah… so you have never been with anyone?" said Dacey Mormont.
"No" said Jon sounding embarrassed.
"Tell me you kissed a few at least" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
Jon remained silent causing Dacey Mormont to frown slightly.
"You never kissed a girl?" said Dacey Mormont in shock.
"No" muttered Jon as he turned away from her.
Dacey Mormont sighed and placed her ale on the small table beside his bed.
"Jon… look at me" said Dacey Mormont softly.
Jon slowly turned to face her.
Dacey Mormont took his ale and placed it next to hers.
"Come a little closer" said Dacey Mormont.
Jon remained still looking at her in slight confusion.
Dacey smirked.
"Come on… I do not bite" said Dacey teasingly.
Jon shifted closer to her until they were almost touching.
Dacey Mormont placed her hands on his shoulder and neck before leaning into him pressing her lips to his.
Jon froze up slightly before he quickly placed his hands on her neck and the back of her head as she kissed him.
After several moments the two separated.
"And now you have" said Dacey Mormont softly.
Jon turned slightly red.
"Can I, I mean… can we?" said Jon slightly nervously.
Dacey Mormont shrugged her shoulders before allowing him to kiss her again.
After several moments the two separated once again and returned to their drinks.
"At least now you can say you have kissed a girl, even if you have not bedded one" said Dacey Mormont amusedly.
Jon blushed.
Dacey Mormont winked at him as she noticed his gaze briefly travel lower towards her ample chest.
"In another life maybe it would have happened Jon, I would have shown you what it was like to be with a real woman… and you would have been coming to my chambers for more every night" said Dacey Mormont amusedly.
Jon looked embarrassed knowing he had been caught.
Dacey Mormont moved closer to him making him feel a little trapped by her closeness.
"How long have you felt like this Jon?" said Dacey Mormont softly.
Jon looked down in embarrassment.
"Since I saw you at Harranhal" said Jon sounding embarrassed.
Dacey Mormont sighed and placed her hand on his cheek.
"Jon… your a great guy, you will make a very lucky girl very happy one day… but that girl will not be me" said Dacey Mormont softly.
Jon sighed.
"I wish it was" said Jon in a defeated voice.
Dacey Mormont smiled.
"I know you do, but I cannot be that girl Jon, no matter how much you want me to be" said Dacey Mormont softly.
Jon sighed and nodded.
"Do you want to see something Jon?" said Dacey Mormont cheekily.
"See what?" said Jon warily.
Dacey Mormont smirked and downed her ale before placing the empty mug back on the table.
"Be a good boy and have a very good look Jon" said Dacey Mormont cheekily before reaching up to the clasps on her tunic and unfastening a few of them.
Jon was about to protest before she pulled her tunic open revealing her breasts causing him to turn red as he could not look away from them.
"You like?" said Dacey Mormont amusedly.
Jon could only nod.
Dacey Mormont smirked before fastening her tunic up after a few seconds.
"I never saw a boy so red after seeing a pair of teats, what would you have done had I showed you my cunt?" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
Jon blushed.
"Just try not to faint at the sight of your naked Wife… given that you are required to consummate your marriage" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
"Shut up" muttered Jon.
Dacey Mormont smirked.
"What… its just a little bit of teasing Jon, besides, she is a beautiful girl, I am sure the two of you will have lots of fun… and its said that redheads can be wild" said Dacey Mormont innocently.
Jon turned red.
"Go to your Wife Jon, its your wedding remember" said Dacey Mormont softly.
Jon sighed and walked away from her back towards Sansa.
Sansa turned to Jon as he sat down.
"Who was that?" said Sansa flatly.
Jon followed her gaze to where Dacey Mormont was stood talking to Rodrik Forrester.
"Dacey Mormont… she was my Mother's Handmaiden many years ago" said Jon pouring himself a mug of ale.
"You were close?" said Sansa.
Jon nodded.
"We still are" said Jon as he watched Dacey Mormont refill her ale.
Sansa pursed her lips.
"You love her" said Sansa in a slightly demanding tone.
Jon sighed and turned to her.
"I did… but not any more, at least not in that way, we both knew it could not have happened, no matter how much I wanted it" said Jon flatly though a niggling voice at the back of his mind was not that convinced at what he was saying.
"Do you still want her?" said Sansa.
Jon sighed and gave her a gentle kiss.
"What matters is that you are my Wife now Sansa, that means I am yours, as you are mine" said Jon.
Sansa paused for several seconds before managing a small smile.
She was about to reply when the presence of someone else in front of them caused her to cut herself off.
"My congratulations Young Lord Stark"
Jon and Sansa looked up to see Elbert Arryn looking down at them.
Sansa smiled warmly.
"Thank you Uncle" said Sansa.
Elbert Arryn smiled at her before turning to Jon.
Jon bowed his head respectfully.
"Thank you My Lord… and I was sorry to hear about your Son Ronnel, he was a good lad, and a good friend" said Jon respectfully.
Elbert Arryn nodded.
"Thank you… and your Aunt would give you her congratulations if she were here Sansa" said Elbert Arryn with a hint of sadness in his voice.
He looked at both of them and bowed his head.
"Well I guess I should leave you two to yourselves" said Elbert Arryn.
Sansa thanked him once again before he stepped away from them.
As she turned to Jon she saw Robert Baratheon already deep into his cups stand up and sway slightly.
"Alright you lot… I think those two have had enough of this bloody feast" slurred Robert Baratheon as he pointed his goblet of wine at Jon and Sansa.
Jon sighed as most of the other Lords heard Robert Baratheon's words and called for the bedding ceremony.
He watched as Sansa was lifted out of her seat by some of his fellow Northern Lords who proceeded to rip her wedding dress off and carry her out of the hall.
As Jon moved to stand up he felt both of his arms get pulled behind his back.
He glanced behind him and saw that Dacey Mormont was marching him towards the doors.
"Come on Jon… get up there and claim your Wife" said Dacey Mormont teasingly as the serving Girls and Sansa's Handmaidens tugged at Jon's clothes eventually getting most of them off of him.
Pretty soon he was dressed in his breeches and boots as Dacey Mormont brought him to the door leading to his chambers.
They let go of Jon who walked towards the door only for Dacey Mormont to pull him back.
"Hold up a minute Jon… these need to come off first" said Dacey Mormont cheekily.
Jon scowled slightly as Dacey Mormont smirked and swiftly pulled his breeches and smallclothes down before taking his boots off.
She stepped away from him with a smirk on her face.
"Holy shit… I would be lying if I said I did not envy your Wife" said Dacey Mormont amusedly.
Jon turned slightly red.
"Get in there you big wimp… your Wife wants to get fucked" said Dacey Mormont teasingly.
Jon quickly pulled the door open and stepped inside.
The next morning…
Jon sighed as he tied his belt around his waist.
It was just after sunrise and like all Northerners he was awake and ready to start his day.
He glanced behind him at the sleeping Sansa as the memories of last night came flooding back to him.
Not many words had been exchanged before, during or after they consummated their marriage before going to sleep with some closeness.
Unfortunately it was just one word that Sansa had uttered that had made the night awkward and slightly heartbreaking for Jon.
Robb.
She had called him Robb in her bliss as they finished their coupling.
Though she had looked like she was about to say something apologetic to him she fell asleep before she could say it.
Jon sighed and started to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going My Lord?" said a sleepy voice from behind him.
Jon turned around to see Sansa sat up looking at him as she rubbed her eyes in a sleepy way.
Jon walked back towards her.
"I am going for a short walk… to clear my head, I will be back before too long" said Jon.
Sansa sighed as he gave her a gentle kiss.
"I will have the maids come and help you dress, would you like them to run you a bath?" said Jon softly.
Sansa nodded.
"Please" said Sansa wearily.
Jon nodded before turning away from her and walking back towards the door.
"I am sorry about last night, for saying what I said" said Sansa.
Jon sighed and turned around.
"Its quite alright, I know you still love Robb, and that you miss him greatly, I do too… I accepted that long before last night" said Jon.
"I should not have called his name… not since you are my Husband now" said Sansa sadly.
"Its fine Sansa… think no more of it" said Jon.
Sansa sighed but remained silent.
Jon sighed and walked towards her.
He knelt down and gave her a long kiss which she eagerly returned.
"I will be back to break my fast with you" said Jon softly.
Sansa smiled and took his hand.
"When are you leaving?" said Sansa.
"Later this afternoon" said Jon.
Sansa frowned and lowered her head.
Jon placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head up.
"What is wrong?" said Jon softly.
Sansa sighed.
"Will you come to me before you leave… so we can have a proper goodbye?" said Sansa.
Jon blushed and nodded.
"I will" said Jon.
He kissed her deeply for several moments before he broke away.
"I will be back soon" said Jon softly as he moved away from her.
He walked over to the door and left.
Ten minutes later…
Jon was stood up on the battlements looking down at the large campsite on the fields in front of the drawbridge.
Hundreds of tents bearing sigils from nearly every Northern, Vale and Stormland House could be seen stretching into the distance.
All of them here for the same purpose.
War.
Jon let out a sigh.
"Your just like your Mother you know" said a familiar voice from behind him.
Jon turned his head to see Ned stood by the stairs looking at him.
"She always comes and stands on the battlements when she is thinking about something, though she prefers to be left alone when she does" said Ned softly as he walked towards Jon.
Jon nodded to him.
"I needed some air" said Jon solemnly.
Ned sighed.
"I know you did not want this, but it had to be done, and things will get better in time" said Ned solemnly.
"I needed a Wife, and she will make a good Lady Of Winterfell" said Jon flatly.
"I know she was not the Wife you wanted Son… but the two of you can be happy together" said Ned solemnly.
Jon sharply turned to him.
"Your Mother knew about the two of you… she wrote to Lady Mormont with an offer but it was turned down" said Ned solemnly.
Jon sighed.
"I asked her and she said no… that was where we left it" said Jon.
Ned sighed and placed a supportive hand on his Son's shoulder.
"How did Mother find out about that anyway?" said Jon.
Ned chuckled.
"Even I do not know how your Mother finds out about these things Jon, she just has her ways I suppose" said Ned amusedly.
Jon smiled.
"I should get back… Sansa wants me to break my fast with her" said Jon.
Ned nodded.
"Go on then" said Ned.
Jon nodded and left his Father on the battlements.
Later that afternoon…
Ned walked towards the large House Baratheon tent in the middle of the campsite as their army got ready to leave.
He was dressed in his leather tunic and breeches along with his chainmail and the ancestral House Stark greatsword Ice strapped to his back.
The two Guards guarding the entrance to the tent bowed their heads and stepped aside.
Ned nodded to them before walking into the tent.
He sighed when he saw that Robert Baratheon was sat on one of the chairs drinking from a wineskin.
Robert Baratheon looked up at Ned and cracked a wide smile.
"Ned you fool, get over here" said Robert Baratheon loudly.
Ned walked towards Robert Baratheon where said man offered him the wineskin.
"Drink" said Robert Baratheon.
Ned shook his head.
"No I am not thirsty" said Ned flatly.
"I said drink" said Robert Baratheon gruffly.
Ned sighed.
"No Robert" said Ned.
Robert Baratheon shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine you miserable cunt, more for me" said Robert Baratheon gruffly.
"You should not drink so much Robert, we could head into battle at any point" said Ned solemnly.
Robert Baratheon laughed.
"That's why I am drinking you fool, I always drink before a good fight" said Robert Baratheon.
Ned sighed.
"Do not have too much… wine dulls the senses" said Ned solemnly.
Robert Baratheon scoffed.
"Fine" said Robert Baratheon gruffly.
Ned sat down opposite him and frowned as Robert Baratheon ignored his advice and continued to drink.
"Where is your Son?" said Ned.
Robert Baratheon scoffed.
"No idea… maybe the little shit ordered Clegane to take him back to Storms End" said Robert Baratheon gruffly.
Ned raised his eyebrow at him.
Robert Baratheon scowled.
"Only the Gods know how Cersei was able to give me a weak son like Joffrey, takes after her in looks and spends more time torturing animals than anything else" scowled Robert Baratheon.
"And you still want him to marry my Niece?" said Ned in shock.
Robert Baratheon glared at him.
"They are promised to each other, and I will be damned if I break the promise I made to Brandon… besides, given your Niece's wildness maybe she can bring him into line and turn him into a proper Lord Of Storms End, or at least something close to it" said Robert Baratheon bitterly.
Ned sighed.
"Cersei wanted me to leave him at Storms End… says a war was no place for him, truthfully she is probably right" said Robert Baratheon flatly.
"Why do you say that?" said Ned curiously.
"Bloody Cersei is why… she coddles him at every turn, I made him Stannis's squire when he was 10, lasted all of three weeks before Stannis gave up on him, had no interest in anything but torturing animals and bullying his Siblings, not to mention his sword fighting is shit" said Robert Baratheon bitterly.
Ned sighed.
"Then perhaps you should send him back to Storms End… before he gets himself killed, the battlefield is no place for a boy who cannot fight" said Ned solemnly.
"And what… let all those fools say that I sired a coward who hides behind his Mother's skirts while his betrothed suffers at the hands of another mad king in the making" said Robert Baratheon bitterly.
"If it keeps him alive… then surely it is worth it" said Ned.
Robert Baratheon scoffed.
"No… it is high time he became a man, perhaps a war will see to that" said Robert Baratheon gruffly.
Ned sighed.
"Come off it Ned… you know battles and war turn boys into soldiers, remember when we were his age, fighting against the Hill Tribes" said Robert Baratheon.
"Not all boys were born to be soldiers Robert" said Ned flatly.
"Baratheon men are born to be warriors Ned, its high time the boy learned what it means to be a Baratheon, without his Mother coddling him… Gods be damned even his Grandfather wants him to live up to his family name, and I hate that fucker, good thing he is not here to see his Niece's wedding" said Robert Baratheon.
What Robert was referring too was the fact that 18 years ago Tywin Lannister had taken Sansa's Aunt Catelyn Tully for a Wife with the intent on producing what he described as a worthy heir to Casterly Rock. Catelyn had given him two Daughters named Darlessa aged 16 and Jasmine aged 13 before finally giving him a 11 year old Son named Tyland Lannister.
Ned scowled.
"Yes well, everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows how cruel his Grandfather is, I doubt age has changed him in the slightest" said Ned bitterly.
The two men sat there for another hour before Elbert Arryn entered the tent telling them that it was time to leave.