Where You Belong
A/N: Warning – this chapter features smut – if you do not wish to read smutty content then feel free to skip over it. (All smut will be appropriately marked)
Kings Landing – 300 A.C
The now 17-year-old Prince Jon Targaryan wiped the sweat off of his forehead with one hand while his other hand was holding onto a training bastard sword.
Standing at 6'0 tall, with long, curly dark-brown hair falling down to his shoulders with matching dark brown stubble and striking purple eyes. Prince Jon Targaryan was dressed in a leather tunic and breeches lined with chainmail and some steel armour plates as he practised his sword fighting against the 19-year-old Theon Greyjoy.
The 5'11 tall, messy, sandy-brown haired son of Balon Greyjoy who became a hostage of the Crown after his father Balon Greyjoy declared himself King of the Iron Islands and rose up in rebellion against the Seven Kingdoms in 289 A.C, lasting a few months before he was finally defeated by King Rhaegar Targaryan himself at the Siege of Pyke and surrendered.
Following the deaths of his two eldest sons Rodrik and Maron, Balon was forced to watch as his last surviving son Theon, who was only eight years old at the time was taken from him as a hostage and his brother Euron Greyjoy was exiled from Westeros, leaving him in solitude on Pyke with only his daughter Yara Greyjoy by his side.
As Jon knocked Theon to the ground he heard a few laughs from around him as well as one or two comments which had him trying to contain his anger.
"It looks like the Bastard has some talent after all!"
That particular comment came from Jon's 19-year-old half-brother Prince Aegon Targaryan, who despite sharing blood with Jon, hated him with a passion.
The 6'2, long silver-haired Prince and Heir to the Iron Throne took after their father King Rhaegar in looks and personality, was dressed in black plate armour with a longsword and dagger strapped to his hips, holding a black dragon head helm in one hand, showing off his long silvery-blonde hair and deep purple eyes to the giggling ladies watching them train.
Turning to face Aegon, Jon forced himself not to react to his older sibling calling him a "bastard", having heard such comments aimed at him for as long as he could remember.
People called him many names related to the word including "Northern Bastard", "False Prince" and "Son of the Northern Whore who seduced the King" among others.
People who mocked him and his late mother, blaming her for Robert's Rebellion and all of the deaths it caused, Elia Martell included, which is why Aegon and his older sister-wife Rhaenys hated Jon for as long as he could remember.
Though his father never admitted it to him, Jon knew that the King had little love for him, either blaming him for the death of Lyanna or resenting the fact that he had been born a boy as opposed to the girl he wanted.
Nor would he confirm the fact that he and Lyanna were indeed married, with many in the Seven Kingdoms forming the opinion that they were unwed, thus making Jon a bastard in the eyes of Gods and Men.
After attending (albeit rather reluctantly) the wedding of the then 17-year-old Aegon and the then 21-year-old Rhaenys two years ago, Jon knew exactly why his father wanted Jon to be born a girl rather than a boy.
All of his talk of prophecies from long ago confirmed to Jon that his father wanted a daughter Visenya to be married to Aegon, making him the first Targaryan since Aegon I "The Conqueror" Targaryan to take two wives.
The fact that Aegon and Rhaenys were still yet to have a child together after two years, gave Jon all the confirmation that he needed to know that it was not the happiest of marriages, even if Aegon had sired a bastard son on his cousin and frequent lover Tyene Sand.
As such, Jon doubted that marrying Visenya in a few years would be likely to help matters.
"At least I was born a boy" thought Jon, feeling relieved when he saw Aegon soaking up all of the attention he was receiving from the young ladies of the court.
Of course, Rhaegar did anger the realm once again after the war by taking a third wife and Queen in the form of Cersei Lannister, twin sister to the Kingslayer Ser Jamie Lannister seven months after the death of Lyanna.
Queen Cersei went on to birth him three more children, with the first being the sadistic Joffarion in 285 A.C, Visenya in 287 A.C and finally Myrcella in 288 A.C.
Having little love for Jon and his older half-siblings, Queen Cersei regarded any children who were not her own with disgust and disinterest while she loved and spoiled her three children to the point where Joffarion was disliked by many in the capital while Visenya and Myrcella had few friends and hung on to every word that left their mother's mouth.
Of course, Visenya had been betrothed to Aegon shortly after she was born, fulfilling her father's wishes which made Jon feel slightly sorry for her even though she was like a miniature Cersei at the young age of thirteen, though the fact that she would not be married to Aegon until after her sixteenth Name Day made her situation a little more bearable.
Glancing around the courtyard where he and the other boys were practising their swordplay under the supervision of the Master-at-arms Ser Aliser Thorne and Ser Oswell Whent of the Kingsguard. Jon saw his short, blonde-haired half-brother Prince Joffarion who was looking at him with a similar look of snide and mockery on his face to Aegon. Also stood in the courtyard were Ser Loras Tyrell, Prince Quentyn Martell, Dickon Tarly, Lancel Lannister and Ryon Connington as well as Princesses Rhaenys, Visenya and Myrcella Targaryan, Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne, Margaery Tyrell and Desmara Redwyne who were watching the boys train.
Stood at the other side of the courtyard was the only member of his father's family that Jon could tolerate which was his 16-year-old, silvery-blonde haired Aunt Princess Daenerys Targaryan, who like Jon, always felt like an outsider in their family.
With the two considering themselves as outsiders in the family, Daenerys and Jon spent a lot of time together when they were growing up, forming a close bond with each other in the absence of that same bond with the other members of their family.
Jon's siblings who ignored both himself and Daenerys were nothing compared to her older brother and Jon's Uncle, Prince Viserys Targaryan, who was like the second coming of the Mad King Aerys Targaryan. He tormented Daenerys and Jon for years before he finally left Westeros, taking up residence in Pentos where he was assassinated in his sleep two years ago.
Luckily for Daenerys, she would be getting married to his cousin Harlon Stark nearly three moons from now, a betrothal which had been made by his father in a desperate effort to rebuild the fractured relationship with the North. The thought of Daenerys getting to live her life at Winterfell made Jon jealous as he desperately wanted to leave Kings Landing behind for a life in the North instead.
Owing to Daenerys marrying the Heir to Winterfell at the Sept of Baelor in Kings Landing, Jon felt happy that he would get to see his mothers family for the first time since he left Winterfell when he was eleven years old.
"Of course… I doubt the bastard could actually hold his own against a worthy opponent" said the snide voice of Joffarion, snapping Jon out of his thoughts which resulted in laughter around the courtyard.
Jon rolled his eyes at his half-brother who had as much talent with a sword as a blind child with no hands.
"Of course… if you knew what end of the sword was which, you would actually have a chance of landing a hit on someone with that sword on your hip" said Jon in a bored tone.
With the laughter in the courtyard now being aimed at Joffarion rather than Jon, the blonde-haired prince left the courtyard being tailed by his sworn shield Sandor "The Hound" Clegane who loomed tall and menacing over everyone else in the courtyard.
Jon vacated the training circle, moving over to stand next to Daenerys to watch the boys train.
Two and a half moons later…
Taking his place in the courtyard with Daenerys, ready to greet the Starks and their guests when they arrived in the capital, Jon was extremely excited to see the better members of his family once again.
Leading their convoy into the courtyard was the now 28-year-old, Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell Brandon Stark, the now 18-year-old Harlon Stark, the 35-year-old Lord of Sea Dragon Point Eddard Stark and his 16-year-old son and heir Robb Stark.
His Uncle Brandon Stark was exactly as Jon remembered him from childhood being as tall as he remembered with long dark-brown hair and a matching beard with a rugged, handsome face, dressed in light brown tunic and breeches with Ice strapped to his hip.
Taking after his mother in looks, Harlon stood a bit taller than Jon at 6'2 tall with short, wavy light brown hair and softer facial features than his father, dressed in a dark brown tunic, breeches and a dark grey cloak with a longsword and cylindrical dagger attached to his hips.
Eddard Stark, who now served as Lord of Sea Dragon Point had shoulder-length brown hair and like Brandon, he was dressed in a light brown tunic and breeches with his own greatsword strapped to his hip.
The Lord of Sea Dragon Point, who had occupied the defensively sturdy castle on the western shores of the North with his wife and four children, had taken up residence there thirteen years ago after construction on the castle had been completed.
His second child and heir Robb stood slightly taller than his father at 6'2 with short wavy raven-black hair and matching stubble, dressed in a dark grey tunic and breeches with a longsword attached to his hip.
As the four Starks brought their horses to a halt in the courtyard and dismounted them, they all caught sight of Jon, overjoyed to see him again after all of these years.
Sharing hugs with all four of them, with Harlon also greeting Daenerys with a kiss to her knuckles, having only met her a few times since it was announced that they were betrothed five years ago.
Once he had reunited with his uncles and cousins, Jon turned to the two large wheelhouses to see the rest of the Starks climbing out into the courtyard.
Departing out of the first wheelhouse was the now 36-year-old Ashara Stark nee Dayne, with her silky, raven-black hair falling down in waves below her shoulders. Following her out of the wheelhouse were her daughters Leyla Snow, aged eighteen and Elia Stark, aged thirteen who had long brown hair down past her shoulders and Stark grey eyes, followed by the 9-year-old Rodrik Stark who took after his father Ned in looks.
Looking at his cousin Leyla, who was the spitting image of her mother except for her Stark grey eyes, Jon felt sad and angry at his father for the fact that Leyla might never be known as a Stark. With Rhaegar refusing to legitimize Leyla as a Stark as a way to punish the Starks for denying him the chance to mourn for Lyanna which further increased the already damaged political relations between the North and the Crown.
Not long after returning to Winterfell at the end of Robert's Rebellion, Ned and Ashara got married, moving into their new castle shortly after the birth of their daughter Elia who was named after Ashara's close childhood friend Elia Martell, whose horrible death at the hands of the Mad King Aerys Targaryan still hurt Jon's strong but kind aunt to this day.
Climbing out of the other wheelhouse was the now 35-year-old Lady Catelyn Stark, with long reddish-brown hair-down to her shoulders and tied up in a sensible braid, followed by her 16-year-old red-haired daughter Sansa, 14-year-old dark brown-haired daughter Arya, 12-year-old reddish-brown haired son Brandon "Bran" II and their 8-year-old reddish-brown haired son Rickon.
Having not seen his cousins since his fostership at Winterfell ended, Jon made his way over to them, eager to reunite with them.
Harlon and Robb, with whom he spent so much time practising swordplay and archery in the training yard at Winterfell under the tutelage of the Master-at-arms Rodrik Cassel, with Jon seeing the two boys as the brothers he wanted rather than the ones he had in the capitol.
Arya, who felt more like a little sister to him than a cousin, wanted to join in with the boys, playing with swords and riding horses rather than sewing and behaving like a perfect lady.
Leyla, who acted like a protective older sister to Jon, making sure he was happy at Winterfell and Sea Dragon Point whenever he would stay there with her parents.
With Bran, Rickon and Rodrik being as young as they were while Jon was being fostered at Winterfell, Jon was not much to them other than the older cousin they would spend some time with every now and then.
Sansa and Elia were eager to learn about his life in the capital though they were disappointed most of the time as Jon really did not like discussing his life in Kings Landing.
Yet even after he left his family behind in the North to return to Kings Landing, Sansa would surprise him by sending him plenty of ravens, telling him that she wished he would return to Winterfell to be with them or wishing that she could come to Kings Landing with him.
Taking a look at Sansa as she made her way over to him, Jon felt a tingling sensation in his chest as he realised that Sansa had grown up from the bubbly 10-year-old girl she had been when he last saw her.
Now at sixteen, she was tall with long red hair down her back and Jon could not help but notice her curvy, womanly figure as she approached him.
Though she had told him many times over the years that she wished that he was back at Winterfell with them, Jon was still surprised when Sansa pulled him into a hug with a kiss on the cheek, whispering words of "I missed you" into his ear.
Feeling slightly unsure of how to react to her overly friendly greeting, Jon just told her that he missed her as well before moving over to Elia.
Once all of the greetings had been exchanged, Jon and Daenerys led the Starks into the Red Keep to show them to their chambers in Maegor's Holdfast.
Three days later…
Walking through one of the hallways, Jon was planning to find Robb and ask him for a sword fight in the training yard when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"Jon!"
Turning in the direction of the voice, Jon saw Sansa outside of her room, dressed in a light grey southern-style dress and her hair done up into an intricate northern braid.
"Sansa" said Jon with a hint of surprise in his voice as he slowly made his way over to her.
Sansa smiled and moved close to him taking his arm.
"Can you take me for a walk in the gardens?" said Sansa softly.
Jon sighed.
"I was looking for Robb to see if he wanted to train" said Jon.
Sansa frowned and took his hand.
"Please Jon… I have hardly seen you since I arrived, let alone spent any time with you" said Sansa in a slightly pleading voice.
Jon sighed.
"Sansa" said Jon.
Sansa just squeezed his hand sending a jolt through his chest.
"Please Jon, you can play swords with Robb any other time… I missed you while you were away, please… I just want to spend some time with you" said Sansa with a hint of pink to her cheeks.
Jon sighed and let her take his arm.
"Okay… I will show you the gardens" said Jon.
Sansa smiled and held onto his arm tightly as she shifted closer to him.
"Thank you Jon" said Sansa.
Twenty minutes later…
Sansa had a loving smile on her face as she admired the vast colours of the variety of flowers on display in the floral gardens while relishing the chance to spend some alone time with the cousin she missed so dearly in all the years that they were apart.
She turned to look at him as she tightened her hold on his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
"It looks so beautiful Jon… so beautiful and peaceful" said Sansa softly.
"If you say so" said Jon warily.
Sansa stepped away from him slightly but kept hold of his hand.
"What about my dress Jon… do you like it?" said Sansa softly.
Looking her up and down, Jon felt that same tingling feeling stirring inside his chest once again.
"You… you look lovely Sansa" said Jon nervously, silently wondering why he called her lovely when she only asked him what he thought of her dress.
With the heat rushing to her cheeks, Sansa moved close to him pressing herself into his side.
"You mean that?" said Sansa nervously.
Jon nodded.
Sansa paused for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek softly.
"You are sweet Jon… I meant what I said the other day, I really did miss you" said Sansa softly.
Jon just smiled at her and told her that he missed her as well before resuming their walk through the gardens.
Two weeks later…
As Jon watched Harlon and Daenerys sharing yet another dance together as husband and wife, his eyes caught sight of the object of his recent affections walking towards him.
The girl that haunted his dreams at night.
Sansa Stark, looking like a princess with her long red hair braided around her bare shoulders, with the sun-yellow southern-style dress she was wearing only adding to her beauty in Jon's mind.
Having not seen her for so long before she arrived in King Landing, Jon had felt a sense of relief and excitement whenever she found an excuse to spend some time with him which was proving to be far from enough time for the both of them.
Endless lacing of their fingers and squeezing of the hands of each other, combined with gentle kisses on his cheeks from Sansa's lips, had Jon telling himself the truth he had wanted to admit to himself for the last week.
He was in love with her. He was in love with his cousin Sansa Stark.
Kind, beautiful Sansa Stark and he was sure that she felt exactly the same way as he did, given that she always looking for situations to get the two of them alone so they could enjoy each others company.
She could have spent a lot of time with anyone in Kings Landing, yet she continued to seek him out every time she wanted some company.
When she reached him, she nervously took his hand and leaned closer to him.
"Jon, can we uhm… can we go somewhere quieter and talk?" said Sansa nervously.
Jon swallowed his nerves.
"We can talk out in the hallway… where we can be alone" said Jon nervously.
Sansa turned a dark shade of red, knowing that this was her chance to make their lives whole.
Ignoring all of the other guests, all of whom were too busy mingling with each other or focusing their attention on Harlon and Daenerys Stark, Sansa managed to pull Jon out of the bustling hall into a deserted hallway which would give them all of the privacy they wanted.
As she pulled him along the hallway away from the loud music, Jon knew exactly what was going to happen between the two and he did not want to waste any more of their time, knowing that since she was leaving in a few days, their time together was short.
Pulling him towards the wall, Sansa was bright red as she looked up at him with desire and attraction written all over her face.
"I need to say something Jon… and if you run it will break my heart" said Sansa softly but nervously.
Jon took hold of her shoulders making her heart race.
"If you are about to tell me what I think you are about to tell me… running away from you will be the last thing on my mind" said Jon confidently.
Sansa gulped.
"You mean… you feel the same way?" said Sansa, voice brimming with hope.
With that, he leant down and pressed his lips to hers, passion and attraction flying unchecked as he kissed her for the first time.
"By the Gods, she tastes divine" thought Jon as he kissed her.
As his tongue sought entrance to her mouth, Jon could not believe the situation he had found himself in.
He was kissing Sansa and he did not want to stop kissing her for any reason.
When the two finally separated for air, Jon looked down at her.
"I love you Sansa Stark" said Jon softly.
Sansa turned bright red and bit her lip nervously.
"You really love me?" said Sansa with a mixture of nervousness and excitement in her words.
Jon nodded and kissed her again.
"I do… it took me a while to accept it but there is no denying it… I love you" said Jon softly.
"I love you too Jon" said Sansa confidently and excitedly before leaning up to kiss him again.
After a good minute or so of kissing and whispering sweet words to each other, Jon pulled her close to him, looking down at her.
"You look so beautiful… I wish I could come back to Winterfell with you" said Jon softly.
Sansa smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders, kissing him softly.
"You can Jon… you can come back with us, we can be together if you come back" said Sansa with a pleading tone to her voice.
Jon swallowed his nerves upon hearing those words.
"You want me… you want us to spend our lives together?" said Jon.
Sansa moved closer to him.
"Do you not want that… do you not want me the way I want you?" said Sansa nervously as though her dreams might shatter right at this very moment.
Jon gulped and kissed her deeply.
"One of the only good things about staying in this shit pile of a city… is that I got to spend the last two weeks with you, you have no idea what you being here has done to me Sansa… how happy you have made me, I only want you Sweet Girl, only you" said Jon softly.
A wide smile formed on Sansa's face.
"Just say the words and I will be yours forever Jon… let me take you away from this place, let me take you back to Winterfell to be with your real family… to be with me" said Sansa softly as they kept eye contact.
Jon felt his heart racing, wanting the exact same thing as her as they just stood there in each other's arms, basking in the love that was growing between them.
Twenty minutes later…
Jon found himself taking up Sansa's offer of sharing a bottle of Arbor Gold wine that she had in her chambers even though part of him wanted to say no, for fear that it would lead to something the two of them might regret in the morning.
Yet here he was, sat on the plush settee in her chambers with Sansa sat next to him and a half-full glass of wine in his hands.
Seconds turned into minutes as the two drank, talked and kissed each other, thoroughly enjoying each others company with neither wanting to end their wonderful evening.
As the wine was consumed, both could not deny that similar thoughts were crossing their mind, with Sansa glancing at her bed with a nervous smile on her face and red cheeks.
Her mother might have preached the notion of saving her maidenhead for her wedding night and Sansa agreed with her in that regard. But right now, with her belly full of wine and her heart full of love for Jon, a large part of Sansa wanted him to have her, wanting to be his in name and body.
As Jon watched her eyes travel towards the bed, a huge part of him ignored all rational sense about preserving her honour, wanting to find out exactly what Sansa looked like under the dress that hugged her figure perfectly.
Swallowing most of her nerves, Sansa took a big gulp of wine and shifted closer to him.
"Jon… do you want to… I mean, shall we?" said Sansa nervously.
Jon screamed at himself to say no to her but the darkest desires in his body started to force their way to the surface.
"I should say no… I should not take advantage of you like this" said Jon sincerely.
Sansa frowned and climbed onto his lap.
"I love you Jon Targaryan… and I want to be yours, please… if you think I will regret doing this in the morning then you could not be more wrong, I have been thinking about you like this for so long" said Sansa in a pleading but flirty voice that was making it hard for Jon to refuse her.
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Feeling his manhood grow hard underneath her, Sansa gave him a deep kiss before smirking at him.
"It feels like you want this, we love each other Jon… and we are going to be man and wife, why force ourselves to wait for something that we both want to do tonight?" said Sansa.
As she started to grind her hips on his lap, Jon finally gave in and melded his lips to her, letting her slip her delicate hands underneath his tunic.
The countless nights he had spent dreaming about making love to Sansa and now he was going to do exactly that.
The thoughts circulating in his head about preserving her honour by putting a stop to this left his mind in an instant, wanting nothing more than to sample every inch of the red-haired beauty sitting on his lap.
Shedding each other's clothes as they kissed, the naked couple found themselves laid on the settee in each other's arms with love and lust coursing through their veins, with the heat of their bodies making their embrace even better.
Sansa also ran her hand through her hair, removing it from the braid she had worn to the wedding and subsequent feast, letting her hair fall in waves around her shoulders.
"I have thought about this moment for so long Jon… the moment where you would give me what I have wanted since I laid eyes on you after all of the years we spent apart" said Sansa excitedly before she kissed him again, tracing her hands all over his body, exploring every bit of skin she could get her hands on.
"And what is that Sansa?" said Jon.
Sansa wrapped her legs around him, trapping his hips against the heat radiating from her womanhood making him groan at how good it felt to be in his position.
"The man I love… not the boy prince I liked when I was a little girl… but the man I love more than anything, the man who will make me his wife" said Sansa, cooing as Jon lowered his lips to her teats, taking one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.
Sansa started to trace her name on his back, moaning as he orally pleasured her.
"Love me Jon… love me forever and ever, let us have a life together" moaned Sansa.
Jon traced his tongue into her cleavage, savouring every inch of her hot skin.
"All yours Sansa… I will be yours forever" said Jon, pressing a kiss to her cleavage.
Sansa moaned and reached around, pulling his head up so they could lock eyes.
"Then have me tonight Jon… my maidenhead is yours to take, my body is yours" said Sansa in a sultry voice before she drew him in for a kiss full of passion and desire, showing Jon that she belonged to him now.
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