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)
Winterfell – 301 A.C
Later that afternoon…
"How could you Sansa?" said her mother Catelyn in shock.
Standing next to her husband Brandon Stark who was sat at the desk in his solar working over his finances, though the news dropped on them by their 16-year-old daughter had been more than enough to pull his attention away from the pile of scrolls in front of him.
Deciding that she did not need Daenerys there for support after all, Sansa told her to let her tell her parents on her own and Daenerys agreed to her request.
"Who is the man who took advantage of you… let's see how he likes crossing blades with me" said Brandon bitterly.
Sansa looked at her parents with a pleading look in her eyes.
"You do not understand father… he did not take advantage of me, we love each other" pleaded Sansa.
Brandon gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Who is it Sansa… who is the father of your child?" said Catelyn, in a slightly calmer voice than her husband.
Even so, Catelyn was struggling not to let her disappointment with her eldest daughter seep into her words.
Sansa hung her head in shame, letting the disappointment sent her way by her parents affect her deeply.
"Jon" said Sansa sadly, wishing that he was here right now to hold her in his arms.
Naturally, finding out that she was carrying her cousin's child had her parents reacting as Sansa expected them to react.
"Jon?" said Brandon, gritting his teeth in slight frustration.
Though he loved his nephew dearly and fought with King Rhaegar to have Jon sent to Winterfell for years, right now, upon finding out that his daughter was sleeping with his nephew made him want to give the young man a few punches for his actions.
"Sansa… he is your cousin" said Catelyn in shock.
"Which means he should have known better than to seduce you Sansa" growled Brandon.
Sansa glared at her father with anger burning in her eyes.
"He did not seduce me father, we love each other" said Sansa angrily.
"If he loved you as you say he does… then he would not have forced himself on you, he would have done this properly and arranged for a marriage between the two of you first… he would not have gotten you pregnant with his bastard" said Brandon angrily.
"He told me that he would marry me… there was no seduction involved, on either of our parts, he asked me to take moon tea so I would not get pregnant but I did not want that, I wanted him to give me a child and I am glad he did" said Sansa fiercely.
Brandon lowered his head with his forehead resting in his palms.
"Sansa… do you remember what I told you about saving your maidenhead for your wedding night?" said Catelyn flatly, not feeling able to look her daughter in the eye.
Sansa frowned.
"I remember mother… but I want to be with Jon, we want to get married so I decided to give him my maidenhead, I knew that I would not marry anyone else and that he was the only man who deserved it" said Sansa flatly.
She stood up, turning and leaving her father's solar without another word to either of her parents who remained as silent as her, not entirely sure what to say to their eldest daughter.
Five minutes later…
Sansa walked back to her chambers in complete silence, only letting the tears fall when she sat down on her bed, thinking about how much she missed Jon and wanted nothing more than to be taken into his arms right now.
"Please Jon… please come back to me" thought Sansa desperately, missing Jon more than she had ever missed anyone in her entire life.
Reaching inside of her dress, Sansa pulled a golden direwolf-head pendant out from its place close to her heart.
The pendant Jon had given her when she had come to his chambers to say goodbye the day she left him behind in Kings Landing.
"It looks beautiful Jon" said Sansa softly, smiling as Jon fastened the clasp of her pendant around the back of her neck.
Waiting for him to move back in front of her, Sansa tucked the pendant into her dress hanging close to her heart where it belonged.
"As close to my heart as it could be Jon… to remind me of how much we love each other" said Sansa softly.
Smiling as he placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a loving kiss which she eagerly returned, Sansa brought her hands up to his hands and took hold of them.
"Promise me Jon… promise me that you will come back to me" said Sansa, looking right into his eyes.
Jon pulled her into his chest and kissed her forehead soothingly.
"I will come back to you Sansa, I promise… I will talk to my father and make him allow us to be together, then I will come to Winterfell for you… so we can build a new life together in the north" said Jon softly.
Sansa pulled him down for another kiss, latching her lips to his as though he were a pocket of air she needed to survive.
Pressing a kiss to the pendant in her hands, Sansa turned to look at the window, imagining that out there somewhere, Jon was looking out into the distance, thinking about her just as she was thinking about him.
"Come back to me Jon… come back to us" said Sansa sadly, placing her hand over her stomach, thinking about their child growing in her womb.
Kings Landing – 301 A.C
One week later…
Jon took a swig of his wine as he looked down at the letter in his other hand.
The letter he had received from Sansa three days ago told him that she was carrying their child, begging him to come back to her with promises of a new life together in the north.
She promised him that her father had arranged for them to be given a modest keep close to Winterfell along the edge of the Wolfswood, with household staff and guards to make sure they were safe, comfortable and well prepared for whatever the northern climate threw at them.
A place of their own where they could raise their family together, a place to call home.
His own father, however, was a different matter entirely.
As he had been since Jon had first asked him to arrange a marriage between himself and Sansa, Rhaegar had been adamant in his refusal, insisting that Jon would be married to Princess Arianne Martell and that nothing would change his mind.
Not even hearing that Sansa was pregnant with Jon's child changed Rhaegar's mind, courtesy of a very angry raven scroll from Brandon Stark, with Rhaegar insisting that his plans would not change but that he would ensure that Sansa and her child would be well looked after, courtesy of the Crown.
Of course, Jon knew that his father was just using him in an attempt to repair his fractured relationship with Dorne, who had not yet forgiven him for taking Lyanna Stark for a second wife and inadvertently causing the death of the beloved Elia Martell.
Jon had only met Princess Arianne Martell a few times during her visits to Kings Landing, finding her to be exotically beautiful but also extremely manipulative, willing to use her body and her exotic looks to get whatever she wanted as well as being known to take frequent lovers, both male and female into her bed. The fact that she was seven years older than him and had previously taken his older half-brother Aegon for a lover also did little to help matters.
All in all, she was not the type of woman who Jon wished to spend the remainder of his life shackled to with marriage and he knew that he had to do whatever it took to avoid his marriage to the Dornish Princess.
Given that she was coming to Kings Landing a week from now, it would not give him long to make plans of how to avoid his upcoming marriage and make his way back to Sansa.
Two and a half weeks later…
"I could be forgiven for thinking that you were avoiding me… not exactly the best source of action to take when it comes to your soon-to-be wife My Prince" said the exotic, teasing voice of Princess Arianne Martell.
The 24-year-old Princess of House Martell, who was the eldest child and only daughter of the Ruling Prince Doran Martell, stood several inches shorter than Jon at 5'5 with long brown hair and olive skin giving her an exotic look while she was dressed in a revealing Dornish dress that left plenty of sun-kissed skin on display.
Jon, allowing her to hold onto his arm as he led her across the courtyard, being expected to spend his time with her when she was at Kings Landing, sighed wearily at her words, not wishing to spend any more time with her than was necessary.
"I have been… busy Princess" said Jon flatly.
Princess Arianne smirked and squeezed his arm.
"Busy… doing what, stroking your cock thinking about the Stark girl that you squirted your child into?" said Princess Arianne in a teasing sort of voice.
Jon stopped in his tracks, causing her to laugh as she spun around to face him.
"Relax Targaryan… I would not mind if you chose to be a part of your child's life… bastards are always welcome in Dorne, nor would I mind if you screwed her every once in a while, just as long as you shared her with me" said Princess Arianne wickedly.
"Do not talk about Sansa like that" said Jon frostily.
Princess Arianne smirked.
"Of course… if she joined us in our chambers she would have to be reminded of her place, tying her to a chair and forcing her to watch as I showed her how to handle a Prince-like you would be necessary of course… maybe I will make you watch when I force her to worship me with her mouth" said Princess Arianne.
Jon pushed her away from him with anger burning in his eyes.
"Shut up… you will not disrespect her like that again" said Jon angrily.
Though initially reeling back in shock, Princess Arianne smirked and moved closer to him, gripping his shoulders tightly and pulling him down to her.
"How sweet, you still seek to warm her bed… worry not, I know how to help matters, come to my chambers tonight… one night in my bed will make you forget all about Sansa Stark… why have a girl like her when you can have a woman like me?" said Princess Arianne wickedly.
As she pressed her lips to Jon's and gripped his manhood through his breeches, Jon shoved her away.
"You do not get it, do you… you and I are not getting married, I had not thought you to be too stupid to see what is right in front of your eyes" said Jon bitterly.
Princess Arianne smirked at him as though she were a viper hunting her prey.
"You cannot get what you want so you turn to pitiful insults… I thought too much of you" said Princess Arianne teasingly.
Jon sighed.
"I had not meant to call you stupid Princess… but you are a fool if you cannot see why the King is so insistent that I marry you" said Jon with a hint of regret in his voice.
Princess Arianne let out a sarcastic laugh.
"You are wrong to think me a fool… of course, I can see that your father wants to use the two of us to give the rest of Westeros the impression that he has mended his political relationship with Dorne, my father does not see it that way, he seeks peace as though it is the only thing worth seeking in this world… never make the mistake of thinking me foolish enough not to see what is really going on" said Princess Arianne sternly.
Jon guided her over to one of the carved stone benches in the courtyard so they could sit down.
"I meant what I said Princess… you and I will not be married, no matter what our fathers want from us" said Jon flatly.
Placing her hand on his thigh, Princess Arianne smirked at him.
"And what makes you think I would agree to that?" said Princess Arianne, stroking her hand on his thigh up towards his hips.
Jon took hold of her wrist, stopping its journey up his leg.
"Unless you would be willing to marry a man who would never visit your bed no matter how much you begged him… unless you wanted to marry a man who would spend every day and night with his mistress because he loves her and not you" said Jon flatly.
"You say that now… but whether you will actually go through with your words remains to be seen" said Princess Arianne, looking right into his eyes, her lips curled in a smile.
Jon sighed and moved away from her.
"Doubt my words if you want… but I do not plan to let my father use me to rebuild the cracks in his reign over the Seven Kingdoms, you might see me as a tool to gain power for your own Kingdom… but I am not one to be used as a pawn by anyone, you included" said Jon flatly.
The fact that he did not hear words of denial leave her mouth confirmed to him that he was not entirely wrong with his last statement.
"That is where Sansa Stark differs from the likes of you… she sees me not as a tool for power… but as a person who she understands and cares for, she cares not for my titles or what power I can bring her… she just wants to be with me" said Jon sternly.
Princess Arianne scoffed.
"How touching" said Princess Arianne sarcastically.
Jon stood up with his back to her for a few moments before slowly turning his head to look down at her.
"I will be speaking to my father later this evening… our betrothal will be cancelled and I will be leaving Kings Landing very soon, this is where you and I part ways… farewell Princess, I hope you can find some happiness" said Jon.
Not giving her a chance to respond, Jon walked away from her without even a second glance.
Winterfell – 301 A.C
Two weeks later…
Sansa held back the tears of happiness brimming in her eyes as she held onto the small raven scroll in her hands, which had been given to her by her new handmaiden Lyanna Mormont of Bear Island, who had told her that it was from White Harbour.
Asking to be left alone, Sansa took an age to unwrap the scroll in her hands before her heart grew extremely warm with hope.
Looking down at the scroll as she read it again for the third time, it brought even more warmth to her heart.
Dear Sansa
I did it Sweet Girl. I finally convinced my father to let us be together but I will tell you more about that when we see each other again. I arrived at White Harbour this morning after a long week at sea, Lord Manderly has graciously offered to throw a small feast to honour my arrival and has even provided me with an escort to Winterfell. The Knights escorting me said that if the weather holds up I will be at Winterfell three days from now.
Love, your soon-to-be husband, Prince Jon Targaryan
Short and sweet but it certainly told her a lot.
He was coming for her and Sansa would count down the days until he came riding through the gates of Winterfell.
Clutching the scroll close to her chest for a moment, Sansa turned bright red as she thought about the last line on the scroll.
"Soon-to-be husband" which had Sansa smiling like a little girl on her name day, while running her hand over her stomach which was becoming more and more pronounced as time went on.
"Rest easy little Lyanna… your father will be home soon" whispered Sansa softly, certain that their child was going to be a girl.
The thought of the first thing that Jon would see, being her belly growing round with their child warmed her heart immensely and she knew that she would sleep pleasantly tonight.
Even after hearing the words of her father and brother who despite being accepting of her marrying Jon, wanted to see the young man go through just a little bit of trouble for getting her pregnant before marriage, saying that a few rounds in the training yard with live steel would make up for some adequate punishment.
Of course, Sansa had pleaded with them not to be too hard on him but they would not budge, telling her that he needed to get some measure of punishment for dishonouring her even if she did want it in the first place.
Three days later…
"She is waiting for you Jon" said Daenerys softly, pulling him by his arm towards the door leading to Sansa's chambers.
The final barrier he would have to cross to be reunited with Sansa.
Proving to be happy in the North, Daenerys was now sporting the smallest of bumps on her stomach, showing that she was barely three moons pregnant as she carried herself with a relaxed graceful walk.
Jon, who was still dressed in his riding clothes with his bastard sword and a cylindrical dagger strapped to his hips, gave Daenerys a hug and said they would get the chance to catch up later.
Though he was surprised that Sansa was not there to greet him when he arrived in the courtyard nearly fifteen minutes ago, Jon quickly knocked on the door leading into her chambers.
"Sansa" Jon called out.
It felt like an age before Sansa called out to him in reply nearly a minute later.
"Come in Jon"
Opening the door and stepping inside of her chambers, Jon was stunned by the sight before him and quickly closed the door behind him, giving them some privacy.
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Sat on her large bed at the far end of her chambers, Sansa was as naked as the day she was born, stretching her long legs and running one of her hands over her protruding stomach, showing him the babe that she was carrying inside of her.
His child.
"Sansa" said Jon in shock, slowly crossing the room towards her.
Sansa bit her lip and crooked her finger beckoning him over to her.
"Oh Jon… I have been waiting so long for you to come back" said Sansa, voice brimming with desire as she removed the arm concealing her teats which had grown since he last saw her.
Deciding that there would be time to tell her everything that had happened since they last saw each other later, Jon quickly shed his clothes and clambered onto the bed, latching his lips to hers swallowing down her moans.
"I want you inside me Jon, right now… I want to feel your lovely cock inside me right now" mewled Sansa, feeling his calloused hands touching every inch of her body like he was an artist creating a masterpiece.
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Fifteen minutes later…
Pulling her closer to him as he sat up against the headboard of her bed with the fur sheets concealing their lower bodies, Jon let out a content sigh as he pressed a kiss to Sansa's forehead, feeling happy that she had encouraged him to reacquaint himself with her body so soon after he returned to her.
"I have missed you so much Sansa" said Jon softly.
Sansa kissed him, relishing in the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong, comforting arms before she frowned and slipped her hand under the sheets to her stomach.
"What is troubling you Sansa?" said Jon sounding concerned.
Sansa sighed and pressed herself into his side.
"When I found out I was pregnant, I thought you would be angry with me… because I did not take moon tea even though I told you I would" said Sansa with a hint of sadness to her words.
Jon sighed and placed his hand on top of hers so they could rub her stomach together.
"I could never be angry with you Sansa… as for taking moon tea, I should not have asked you to take it, knowing that neither of us wanted to harm our children… truthfully, when I found out that you were pregnant I was glad, you carrying our child meant that I could be happy with my life… with my loving wife and our child by my side" said Jon softly.
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Sansa pressed a kiss to his chest and let Jon dip his hand down to her thigh, stroking it gently though keeping it away from her womanhood in an effort to tease her.
"Looking at you now… I could not be happier to see that you are carrying my child… and trust me, our son or daughter will not be an only child" said Jon softly.
Sansa smiled and moved her leg over his lap.
"Though I must say I was surprised not to see you in the courtyard when I arrived… only to come up here to find you naked with only one thought running through that lust-addled mind of yours" said Jon teasingly.
Sansa blushed and wrapped her arm around his neck, lifting herself up into a sitting position on his lap, facing him with lust burning in her eyes.
Her protruding stomach did make the position a little bit awkward but Jon just took hold of her arms, manoeuvring her down his legs so she could get comfortable even if it did cause his erect manhood to remain upright against her stomach.
"It has been so long since we made love Jon… I did not want to wait any longer" said Sansa softly as she sought his lips out.
Jon smirked against her lips.
"I just hoped you saved some of your energy for tonight" said Jon teasingly.
Sansa smirked and tightened her grip on his shoulders.
"Oh… and why is that?" said Sansa excitedly.
Jon chuckled.
"Did you forget that I am here to stay now Sansa, this is our bed now… and tonight, we have so much lost time to make up for" said Jon huskily.
Sansa blushed and pressed her head into his neck, kissing and sucking on it as she relished being this close to him.
"After supper tonight… we have all night to get reacquainted with each other… do you remember what I did to you the last time we were together" said Jon huskily.
"So many things Jon" thought Sansa, heat rising to her cheeks as a heated memory of his head between her legs flashed through her head.
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Later that night…
"How did you talk your father into this… into letting us be together?" said Sansa softly as she traced her hand on his face.
Having shared the company of the Starks of Winterfell at the feast half an hour ago, Jon had felt slightly more at ease when he truly saw how accepting the Starks were of his marriage to Sansa and were even making arrangements for the two to be married a week and a half from now.
Lying together in her bed as they kissed and cuddled, wanting to make up for so much lost time, Jon took her hand that was tracing his cheek and kissed it.
"I told him what I should have told him the first time he refused us… that I was going to leave Kings Landing behind and start a new life in the north whether he accepted it or not, a life with you" said Jon softly, kissing her hand again.
Sansa smiled and shifted closer to him.
"Surely he was not that accepting of us Jon… not after he used you as he did?" said Sansa.
Jon pressed a kiss to her forehead.
He told her that, truthfully, it had taken him over an hour to talk his father around, only succeeding when he told him that he was leaving regardless of what Rhaegar said and that he had no desire to keep the name Targaryan or any of the benefits and rewards it brought him, including his title of Prince.
When his father finally did accept his decision, the father and son parted ways without another word, showing the huge rift in their relationship that may never be healed.
Of course, Queen Cersei and his half-siblings were thrilled to hear that the boy they had tormented and called a bastard for so many years was finally leaving and made their feelings about him leaving well known to him.
Aegon and Rhaenys were glad to see the child born to Lyanna Stark removed from their lives forever, so they could mock and curse the name of the woman who stole their father from their mother without Jon there to defend her good name and her honour.
Joffarion could not care less at his departure and neither could Visenya and Myrcella with the three having as much of a nonexistent relationship with Jon as Rhaegar did.
"So… you are not Prince Jon Targaryan anymore?" said Sansa.
Jon nodded.
"Just Jon Targaryan now… though if I had my way, that would not be for much longer" said Jon softly.
Lowering his hands to stroke her stomach, Jon took a deep breath to steady himself and looked into her eyes.
"Sansa… when we get married, I want to take your name… I do not want us to be Jon and Sansa Targaryan, I want us to be Jon and Sansa Stark" said Jon.
Sansa's eyes widened in shock.
"You… you want to give up your name?" said Sansa in shock.
Jon nodded.
"That name is the last bit of my past that is shackled to my wrists Sansa Stark… I want to break those shackles and start again… to be yours in name and marriage as we build our lives together… I love you" said Jon.
Taking him into her arms with tears of joy in her eyes, Sansa returned his declaration of love and kissed him passionately.
"You are back where you belong Jon, exactly where you belong… with your real family" said Sansa softly, breaking their kiss and pressing her forehead against his.
One and a half weeks later…
Sansa could barely contain her excitement as her father led her up the path between the two columns of guests, towards the Heart Tree where Jon was waiting for her.
On this mystical starry night, the magnificent, peaceful Godswood had been lined with flaming torches, illuminating it with majestic light.
All dressed up in his nicest dark grey tunic, breeches and a black cloak emboldened with a white, snarling Direwolf head, with his long, curly hair tied back behind his head and the small, messy beard he had grown, trimmed into a neat stubble. Jon looked like a dream come true to Sansa.
He looked like the handsome prince she had dreamed of marrying when she was a little girl.
When she finally got into her white wedding gown with the circlet crown made of her favourite flowers on her head, Sansa felt like the luckiest girl in all of Westeros, knowing that today was the day they would finally become the family they always wanted to be.
Stood next to Jon were her older brother Harlon and her Cousin Robb, both of whom looked as proud as they could be with Sansa, while the ageing Lady Maege Mormont of Bear Island stood at the base of the Heart Tree, ready to officiate their wedding.
When Sansa finally reached Jon, she mouthed "I love you" to him as he took her hand, leading her towards the Heart Tree.
"I love you too" mouthed Jon as the soon-to-be-married couple stood in front of the woman who would officiate their wedding and make them a proper family.
"Prince Jon Targaryan, Lady Sansa Stark… you come before the Old Gods on this night to swear your sacred vows of marriage in their presence" said Lady Maege proudly.
"I do" said Jon softly.
"I do" said Sansa softly, her eyes gazing over at him so often.
"The time has come to swear your vows before the Old Gods as you exchange your rings… look upon each other as you speak your vows with truth" said Lady Maege.
Jon and Sansa turned to Harlon, taking a pair of silver rings from him.
Jon went first sliding the ring onto Sansa's finger.
"With this ring... I pledge my love, my honour and my life to you Sansa Stark" said Jon.
Sansa smiled and squeezed Jon's hand tightly before sliding the other ring onto his finger.
"With this ring, I pledge my love, my honour and my life to you Jon Targaryan" said Sansa.
Jon smiled as the two turned back to Lady Maege.
"Now that you have exchanged rings and vows in the eyes of the Gods… I hereby pronounce you Jon and Sansa Stark… from this day until the end of your days, may the Old Gods bless your marriage" said Lady Maege.
Jon and Sansa kissed each other for several moments before turning to face the crowd raising their joined hands to applause from the Northerners.
Jon glanced at Sansa for a few moments before turning to look out at the crowd once again, seeing the approval and love on the faces of his family as well as the pride written all over the faces of the Northerners, proud that the son of Lyanna Stark was finally back where he belonged.
Home at Winterfell with his true family.