A Different Rebellion
Winterfell – 301 A.C
Two weeks later…
Willam took a deep breath as he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" said the slightly sharp voice of his future Wife from behind the door.
Though Ned and Ashara wished to return to the Wolfswood Keep and allow Jon to serve as Lord of Winterfell and Warden Of The North Jon had asked his parents to remain as Lord and Lady of Winterfell saying that he and Sansa were not ready for it yet.
As such Willam, Leyla and Daenerys were remaining at Winterfell alongside Ned and Ashara.
"Its me My Lady… Willam" said Willam with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
There was no reply for several seconds before the door slowly opened.
Daenerys was stood in the small gap in the open door looking at him.
Willam straightened up.
"I was hoping that we could talk My Lady… might I come in?" said Willam.
Daenerys remained silent for several moments before stepping to the side and opening the door giving him permission to enter.
Willam stepped into the room while Daenerys shut the door behind him.
He turned to face her as she crossed the room to the small desk and chairs by the only window she had.
Willam remained still as she poured herself a glass of Dornish Red before turning to face him.
"You can sit down you know" said Daenerys flatly.
Willam quickly sat down in the other seat and poured some wine for himself.
"So… what do you want to talk about?" said Daenerys flatly as she sipped her wine.
"I was hoping that we could get to know each other a bit… since we are to be wed in a week" said Willam sincerely.
"You want to get to know me?" said Daenerys pursing her lips slightly.
Willam sighed.
"I wish to know a little about my future wife before we are wed" said Willam.
Daenerys looked at him curiously for a few moments.
"Ask away" said Daenerys nodding her head to him.
Willam nodded.
"Okay… perhaps we should start with something simple like… what you were like growing up" said Willam.
"What was I like growing up?" said Daenerys warily.
"Or I could go first if that would make you more comfortable?" said Willam reassuringly.
Daenerys sighed.
"Its okay" said Daenerys.
She went on to tell him about her early years in Kings Landing before she left for Dragonstone with Aegon Targaryan and Margaery Tyrell following their wedding. About how she remained on Dragonstone for the duration of the war while Margaery Tyrell was called back to Kings Landing following the Rebels victory at Summerhall.
In turn Willam told her that from a young age he enjoyed reading with his Mother whenever he was not in the sparring yard with his Father's Guards and the Master At Arms while he also spent quite a bit of time at White Harbour as Lord Wyman Manderly wished for his Granddaughter Wylla to become close with Willam hoping that one day he might be able to secure a marriage to a Son of House Stark.
Truthfully it was probably the wine that they were drinking that made them more open to talking to each other.
"Do you know what happened to your Niece, Princess Rhaenys?" said Willam softly.
Daenerys shrugged her shoulders.
"Last I heard she was still at Oldtown, married to Artos Hightower… why?" said Daenerys warily.
Willam slowly took her hand in his causing her to tense up slightly.
"Maybe we could go and see them one day, after we are married of course" said Willam.
Daenerys froze up.
"Do not play with me My Lord, do not play" said Daenerys sadly.
Willam squeezed her hand.
"I am not playing with you… I mean it, I would take you to Oldtown if you wanted, there is nothing that says we have to stay in the North for the rest of our lives" said Willam.
Daenerys looked at him with a flat look on her face before managing a small smile.
"You truly mean it?" said Daenerys.
"I do" said Willam locking eyes with her.
Daenerys smiled and moved around the table towards him.
Willam managed a small smile as he was slowly wrapped in a hug from the side by Daenerys.
"Thank you" said Daenerys softly.
Willam slowly placed a supportive hand on her arm.
"You will be my Wife Daenerys, and you are in a strange land, living with a family that fought against your own family in a war… I just want you to be happy here" said Willam softly.
Daenerys pressed her head into his shoulder.
"Maybe I can be happy here" said Daenerys softly.
Willam held her close to him.
"I hope you will be" said Willam.
Daenerys moved away from him after a few seconds.
"Would you like to go for a ride?" said Willam.
"To where?" said Daenerys curiously.
"Through the Wolfswood, it is still light outside… and supper is not for a few hours" said Willam.
Daenerys straightened up.
"But I do not have a horse, unless you wish for me to ride yours with you" said Daenerys.
"You can borrow Leyla's horse… she will not mind" said Willam.
Daenerys thought about it for a moment before nodding and standing up.
"Lead the way My Lord" said Daenerys.
Willam smiled and stood up.
Daenerys took his arm and let him lead her out of her chambers.
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 Winterfell and Warden Of The North" 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 my 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.
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 for 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.
"You must think of me as a silly little girl… pushing you away because you brought home another woman's child, when a lesser man would have sent the child to an orphanage or to the streets" said Sansa softly.
Jon hooked his fingers under the shoulder straps of her nightgown.
"Stay with me tonight Sansa… I want you to stay with me" 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.
Jon smiled as he looked down at his Wife finding her to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"You look so beautiful Sansa… and I love you so very much" said Jon softly before leaning down to kiss her again.
Sansa stroked her hand on his cheek once they broke the kiss.
"I love you too Jon" said Sansa softly.
He moved his right hand from her hair onto her forehead.
"I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to do wrong by you… can you forgive me for hurting you?" said Jon softly.
Sansa nodded.
"I do" said Sansa softly feeling the love he had for her erase all of the bitterness she felt at what he had done to her.
Jon lowered his hand to her hips.
"I want to make love to you Sansa… I want to make love to you all night long" said Jon huskily.
Sansa's eyes darkened with lust as his hand dipped between her legs and stroked the moist folds of her womanhood.
"Then make love to me Jon" said Sansa in a sultry voice.
Jon kissed her fiercely pushing his tongue through her lips.
Sansa moaned and melted into his kiss as her hand moved down his body towards his hips.
Three moons later…
"Why have you brought me down here Jon?" said Sansa warily as Jon led her through the crypts lighting the torches on the wall along their way followed by Ghost and Greywind.
"Just a little further Sansa" said Jon.
Sansa remained silent as Jon led her through the crypts for another few minutes before they finally arrived at the section of the crypts where Brandon's, Robb's and Arya's statues were located.
Sansa looked at Robb's statue knowing that his bones were not there having been thrown into Blackwater Bay following his death along with Brandon's bones.
Sansa turned to Jon as he slowly walked towards Arya's statue which barely resembled her.
As Jon would tell her. The statue showed little of the wildness and the wolfsblood inside Arya.
"Why have you brought me down here Jon?" said Sansa.
Jon sighed and turned to look at her before beckoning her closer.
Sansa slowly moved towards him as he turned to look at the statue once again.
Several moments of silence passed between them before Jon finally turned to Sansa once again.
"You asked me who Arthur's Mother was?" said Jon.
Sansa took his hand.
"Did you love her more than me?" said Sansa flatly.
Jon turned to her and took a deep breath.
"I love you Sansa… but not the way I loved her, the way I still love his Mother" said Jon sadly.
Sansa frowned and looked down at the ground.
Jon took another deep breath.
"Sansa… I cannot lie to you about this any more" said Jon sadly.
Sansa sharply turned to him.
After a few seconds she let out a sigh.
"He is not your Son… is he?" said Sansa testily.
Jon shook his head.
"No… he is the only child of Arya Stark… and Aegon Targaryan, he was born in a tower in the Red Mountains of Dorne near the end of the war" said Jon sadly.
"So he is not a Snow, he is a Sand" said Sansa still feeling the shock of his words.
Jon sighed.
"No he is neither… his name… his real name… is Daeron Targaryan, they were married in secret during the war… Arya she told me the truth before she died… and I swore to her that I would protect her Son no matter what happened" said Jon sadly as traces of tears appeared in her eyes.
Sansa took hold of his chin and turned his head to face her.
"Why did you never tell me?" said Sansa in shock and sadness.
Jon sighed.
"I thought that if you found out the truth… that you would resent Arya for what she had done, for causing Robb's death, and all the other deaths caused in the war… I did not want you to hate her for what she did" said Jon regretfully.
Sansa frowned causing Jon to wrap his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her.
They stayed there for a few minutes before Sansa finally looked up at him.
"You were never unfaithful to me were you?" said Sansa sadly.
Jon shook his head.
"I have only ever been with you Sansa… it hurt me to pretend that I had dishonoured you like that… but I would rather have been thought of as a man who dishonoured his Wife than watch people drag Arya's name through the mud… and it protected Arthur from people who would have tried to do him harm" said Jon sadly.
Sansa pressed herself into him.
"You did all of this to keep him safe?" said Sansa.
Jon kissed her forehead.
"What I saw in the throne room that day still haunts me and will probably do so for the rest of my life… I did not want to see that same fate befall an innocent child" said Jon sadly.
Sansa remained still for several moments before leaning up and kissing him.
"I wish you had told me the truth before now, and I am sorry for causing you pain by how I treated Arthur… just for the petty reason that I thought that you loved his Mother more than you loved me" said Sansa sadly.
Jon placed his hand on her cheek.
"The love I have for Arya is different from the love I have for you Sansa… and the love I have for both of you will never fade, I will love you until I leave this world" said Jon softly.
Sansa traced her hand up his arm.
"Good… because our family will grow 7 moons from now, Maester Yolan confirmed my pregnancy when I saw him earlier" said Sansa softly.
She smiled when Jon placed his hand on her belly before he surprised her by pulling her into a passionate kiss.
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 Stark and Jory Cassel's 12 year old Son Merrick Cassel under the supervision of Rodrik Cassel.
The two had served as the Lord and Lady of Winterfell with Jon also serving as Warden Of The North for the last eight years now having finally believed themselves to be ready to rule over the North and let Ned and Ashara know that they were ready.
Ned and Ashara agreed with them and though they were told that they did not have to leave Winterfell they told Jon that they preferred the Wolfswood Keep to Winterfell as it allowed them to live out their days in peace and quiet.
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 9 years old and took after his Father in looks with the only trace of his Mother being his slightly softer facial structure.
Sansa managed a small smile as Arthur hit close to the bullseye.
"Are you ever going to tell him who his Mother is?" said Sansa flatly.
Jon sighed upon hearing the question that she would ask him every so often.
"Not until he is older" said Jon flatly.
Sansa frowned.
"He deserves to know Jon" said Sansa softly.
Jon sighed and turned to her slowly grasping her hand in his.
"Not until he is old enough to understand" said Jon.
Sansa nodded and pulled her hand away from his.
"I should go and check on Alysane and Jeyne… their embroidery lesson is almost finished" said Sansa.
She gave him a peck on the cheek before turning around and walking away from him.
In total she and Jon had five children. Robb was their oldest at 10 years old. Alysane was the second eldest at 9 years old. The third eldest was Jeyne who was 7 years old. Their fourth child was the 5 year old Beron and their youngest was Rickon who was 2 years old.
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 their embroidery were Sansa's 7 year old identical Nieces Shiera and Daenys Stark. 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. Jon however would often tell her to let their wild Daughter spend her time riding and fighting if she wished saying that like their Daughter, Arya too was stubborn about being told to stop playing with swords when she was Alysane's age.
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 24 year old Son and Heir Eddard Karstark had just given birth to a Daughter Barbray the previous day.
Her Twin Sister Roslyn Flint nee Stark was now married to Beron Flint of Widow's Watch and the Mother of two Boys named Denys aged 5 and Rodrik aged 1.
With their eldest children Rickard, Shiera and Daenys spending most of their time at Winterfell with their Cousins, Willam and Daenerys had quickly got used to spending time together with only their youngest Daughter Serena for company as she was not old enough to spend most of her time at Winterfell since she was only 4 years old.
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.