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Sansa V

They barely spoke as the flew home. The Unsullied had already made it as far north as Torrhen's Square, which meant the remaining residents of Castle Cerwyn needed to be evacuated and brought to Winterfell. However, Sansa knew this wasn't what had upset Jon, it was the realisation of who he was. There was also a conversation to be had about their own children. She'd heard rumours, albeit having laughed at them when younger, that some of the babes of Targaryen's had been stillborn with scales and wings. All of her life she had suspected they were myths to scare people away from the Targaryens and to put people off marrying them, but what if the stories were true? And now they even had a dragon egg for their first born, how were they supposed to know what to do with it?

As they landed in the place which Drogon had seemed to claim as his home, Sansa climbed down the ladded and began to make her way back to the castle as fast as she could like she always did, when Jon stopped her.

"Sansa." Jon took her hand and led her to the front of the dragon, the bit she'd been trying to avoid. "This is Drogon, Drogon, this is Sansa." The dragon looked at her inquisitively, causing her heart to beat fast with fear. "He won't hurt you, not when you're with me, and I'm going to make sure you two are friends even if I'm not around." he explained.

"Hello Drogon." Sansa said nervously.

"Take your gloves off." Jon told her. "And tickle him here. He likes it."

Sansa looked at Jon in shock, he sounded as if he were talking about a dog, not a fire breathing dragon. But Sansa obeyed and did as she was told. Surprisingly, the dragon felt nice, his skin wasn't crusty, but the individual scales were smooth and warm. The dragon began to purr like a Cat, a noise which made Sansa smile and she suddenly felt a calmness wash over her.

"He likes it doesn't he?" Sansa whispered.

"Aye, he does." Jon nodded. "Drogon, this is Sansa, she is my wife. You are to protect her as if you were protecting me. Nobody is allowed to hurt her." Drogon replied with a grunting sound, suggesting he understood. Sansa looked at him in confusion.

"How do you know he understands you?" she asked.

"I can feel his emotions, like he can feel mine." Jon told her.

"How does he feel now?" Sansa asked.

"Very content, I also think he's hungry." Jon smiled. "We need to get back inside." he let go of Sansa's hand and picked up the chest which contained the letters, the egg and the pictures. "You can go feed now." he told the dragon as they walked back to the castle, to which Drogon flapped his wings, rose into the air and flew west.

"We should build a pen around his resting spot." Sansa suggested. At least people won't go too close to him. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

"That's a good idea. There might be time to do it while he's away feeding. He won't be back before tomorrow." he told her.

While Jon carried the chest to their room, Sansa spoke with the carpenter to give instructions on what was needed for the temporary dragon pen. When she joined Jon, he was sat on their bed looking pensive once more. Sansa sat down next to him and put her hand on his thigh. "Talk to me." she begged.

Jon took a deep breath. "It was only a different name, Aegon Targaryen. Not me, just a name. Lyanna has always been family, we've always known she looked like Arya. Rhaegar though, he was a figure from history, a bit like the mad King, even like Aegon the conqueror himself. We read about them as children in our history lessons, but they don't really have anything to do with us. Faceless names of legends from the past. Then being presented with the image of one of these legends and it is like looking in a mirror..."

"Except for the beard and hair." Sansa smiled at him, which finally brought a hint of a smile to his face.

Jon nodded. "Except for the beard and the hair. It put things into context. And now, the person himself is in that chest. Things nobody knows about. His hopes and fears. What drove him. Then I begin to wonder if I'm like him." he frowned.

"No you are not!" Sansa said sternly.

"How do you know?" Jon asked.

"You can't sing, you're not a particularly good dancer, you're not a poet and you don't play a harp. He didn't ride dragons either." she said.. "The only things you have in common are fighting skills and the same face."

"And a thing for northern women." Jon smirked as Sansa dropped her eyes.

"Not all were northern." she said.

"You never have need to be jealous of her." Jon told her. "I did what I had to do to save the north. Yes, I was blinded by her beauty as were many, she used her beauty to get what she wanted. I do not know if she genuinely cared for anyone, maybe Ser Jorah. She loved what she could take from people, she wasn't a good person. Maybe she started out good, and they were the parts I saw at the beginning, but she changed. But I never truly loved her, and I could never truly love her, only the woman she pretended to be."

"She was a dragon, Jon." Sansa sighed. "But so are you."

"My mother was a wolf and I married a wolf. I am surrounded by wolves, it will keep the dragon in me at bay." Jon smiled.

"And our children?" Sansa asked, deciding now would be a good time to raise the subject. "I've heard tales of Targaryen babes being stillborn with wings and scales. Do you think it could happen to us?"

"I think Tyrion would know more than anyone." Jon sighed. "He's an expert on dragons."

"What about the egg?" Sansa frowned. "How can we choose which child would get the dragon? The others would feel left out."

"Maybe we ought to start looking for more eggs. Although I don't think we ought to tell anyone about this yet. It will be our little secret." Jon whispered. "Maybe we should get practising making those babes to go with the egg." he smiled suggestively as he leaned in to kiss Sansa.

Sansa wasn't going to argue. Although they had slept in the same bed, they hadn't made love since the day Jon took Tormund to the wall, they simply hadn't had chance. It was only three days ago, but the way Sansa felt right now, it seemed like a lifetime. The kiss was incredible, her heart began to pound harder and faster, her stomach was tied in knots with anticipation and desperation for him to be inside her. Jon laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, his hand running up her leg towards her thigh when there was a knock on the door. Jon jumped off and they resumed their more appropriate sitting positions.

"Come in." Sansa called out as Arya appeared, looking around.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, Sansa shook her head, trying not to blush.

"No, just discussing part of our trip." Sansa smiled.

Jon opened the chest and took out the pictures and handed them to Arya, who examined them and frowned. "It's not a good likeness of me, but that does look like you." she glanced up at Jon. "But without the beard."

"It isn't me." Jon told her. "And that isn't you. They are Rhaegar and Lyanna."

Arya's jaw dropped. "How in seven hells did nobody from King Robert's party not spot you? You didn't have a beard back then."

"I think Robert liked the idea father had a bastard, it made him feel better about his own infidelities." Sansa smiled. "If the honourable Ned Stark could do it, anyone could."

"What else is in there?" Arya asked.

"Letters between Rhaegar and Lyanna." Jon told her. "I'm not ready to read them yet." he shook his head.

"I don't blame you." Arya smiled. "Did you get many men?" she asked.

"Some from House Dustin and some from House Flint. House Reed gave us this but no men." Sansa pointed to the chest. "Bran has Meera in Kings Landing. Howland was too scared to send men."

"I thought Bran cared about Meera." Arya frowned.

"I thought they might one day marry." Sansa shrugged. "Although that might not be in the best interest for House Reed, especially if Bran cannot father children. Anyway, I think we should eat, meet first in the morning and devise the plans for evacuating Castle Cerwyn." she said. "When we've done, it would be nice to find out what you've found out."

"You're going to love it." Arya's eyes brightened. "I'll let you two have something to eat and then you can get some rest, or whatever you have planned. I shall see you first thing in the morning." she smirked before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

The next morning, Jon and Sansa met with Tyrion, Pod, Davos, Arya and Maester Wolkan in the small council room. The previous night had been incredible. After Arya had left, they had spent hours exploring one another, helping each other mend their mental and physical scars, before making love. This was the first time Sansa had thought of it as such, because deep down, she knew she was falling in love with him in a way a wife should feel about her husband, it was no longer the familial love she once had for him.

This morning's meeting was to cover the imminent siege, the evacuation of Cerwyn and what Tyrion and Arya had discovered in the books Jon had given them. However, he first thing Sansa noticed was how pale her sister looked. Ever since she'd come back, Sansa had noticed Arya yawning a lot, now she was looking off colour. She decided to have a word with her after the meeting.

"Maester Wolkan, how many have arrived from Castle Cerwyn?" she asked.

"The women and children are here, the rest, including Lord Cerwyn have already set off to Crofter' Village." he told her. "They should all be there by the morrow. Your Grace." he added.

"Good. That is one less thing to worry about. Now we can talk about the siege. Jon?" she looked over to Jon, her stomach doing flips at the sheer sight of him.

"I was thinking, I can keep flying up on the back of Drogon to check on the Unsullied. I reckon they'll be at Castle Cerwyn by tomorrow night. That means one more day and they'll be here. The Freefolk and the sailors will be here about two days after the Unsullied and the men from House Dustin and House Flint should arrive at Crofters' Village the day after that. We need to coordinate all of the men to surround the Unsullied. We need to have the best archers from every group to man the walls of Winterfell. As they are pushed towards the castle walls, we attack them with arrows." he told them. "We need to make bonfires outside the castle walls. We can't build them properly until the Unsullied pass, but we can have the wood there ready." Jon pointed to eight spots on the map. "Divide the men into eight groups, all of them with their own bonfire, all on each one of those spots. We give the signal to light the first fire, once that is lit, they wait until the next one is lit before moving forward..." Jon continued.

"We could do this at night." Tyrion said. "It would be at its most effective."

Jon nodded. "That was what I was thinking. Once the last fire is lit, we just wait for them. Make sure all of the trenches surrounding the castle are covered, that should kill a few of 'em. We'll need to make sure our tar barrels are full and we have at least fifty thousand arrows."

"That sounds good to me." Davos agreed.

"What will we all be doing?" Sansa asked.

"I'll take command of the archers." Jon said nervously. "You will be in the crypts with the other women and children. I just need to figure out what to do with Drogon and prevent him from killing anyone."

"Why don't you chain him up?" Maester Wolkan asked, which surprised Sansa and clearly angered Jon, but before her husband had a chance to speak, Tyrion replied on his behalf.

"Tell me Maester Wolkan, have you ever seen a dragon in chains?" he asked as the Maester shook his head. "Hmm, thought not. You see, I have. Two in fact. Their mother changed them up. It was a sad sight to see, dragons aren't meant to be in chains. Then the problem comes when you try and unchain them. Some poor idiot has to do it, and well... the last time that idiot was me, and it required a great deal of wine and a new set of breeches to do it. I vowed to never again be so stupid and to prevent anyone ever again making the even more stupid mistake of chaining up a dragon."

"What he said." Jon agreed, to which Sansa was thankful for Tyrion's interruption, if Jon had responded, his temper could have gotten the better of him. The sarcasm from Tyrion gave a far more rewarding response from the Maester who looked particularly perturbed by the idea. "I would send him away to feed, but the moment he knows I'm in danger he'll come straight back."

"I can help with that." Arya told him. "Tyrion and I have been going through the old books, and it turns out we've had dragon visits before. We've even got a place to keep them." she smiled as Jon looked at her in shock.

"Where is it?" Jon asked.

"The entrance is just outside the castle, near the old Holdfast, just north of here. It goes down deep underground and has plenty of room for him to be kept safe. It can be accessed from the castle through the crypts. Do you remember the old tunnel that had caved in and the hot springs are supposed to be on the other side?" she asked as Jon and Sansa nodded. "It is behind there. Tyrion and I cleared it yesterday. We can hide him there."

"I can keep him calm." Sansa offered, but immediately wishing she hadn't. One chin tickle of a fire breathing dragon with enormous teeth didn't make them best friends yet, but she knew her offer meant a lot to Jon.

A huge smile erupted across Jon's face. "I'll make sure he looks after you." he nodded.. "Ser Davos. You meet up with the sailors and Tormund to lead the northern strike. Split them into three. But in the meantime I want you in charge of all of the northern fires. Drogon will drop the wood and each one will have a builder. Arya, I want you to work with the rest of the northerners and split them into the remaining five groups. I'll give you both the numbers and how many at each post later."

"No problem. I'm sure they'll be glad to see my ugly mug again." Davos grinned.

"Other than our discussion with Tyrion and Arya over their research, does anyone have anything else to cover?" Sansa asked.

"I think Pod ought to guard the dragon pit in the crypts from this side." Tyrion suggested. "We don't want curious idiots going down there and ending up as lunch. I think it might be a little off-putting for the northerners."

"I agree. The crypt needs guarding. I'll take it in turns with Pod if he needs a break." Arya suggested in a way which puzzled Sansa.

"Aye, that sounds like a good idea." Jon frowned. "Sansa?" he asked.

"Fine." Sansa nodded, however she had a feeling there was more to this than they were letting on. "What about your research?" she asked Arya and Tyrion.

"Umm, Your Grace, I think it wise we discuss this matter with only certain people. The less people know about this, the better it will be for those who don't know." Tyrion frowned. "I don't think Maester Wolkan or Pod need to know any details about our little conversation. I would call it, private." he added giving Sansa a look which suggested he really didn't want them knowing the contents of their research. She looked to Arya who nodded in agreement with Tyrion's assessment.

"Pod, Maester Wolkan, you can leave us for now. I appears this is a private matter." Sansa dismissed them.

"Your Grace." Maester Wolkan bowed his head and left, as did Pod.

Once they were sure Maester Wolkan and Pod were out of earshot Sansa looked at the two of them. "What is going on?" she asked.

"We think there might be dragon eggs in the dragon pit." Arya told her. "Both Vermax and Silverwing are rumoured to have laid eggs there."

"Vermax was male wasn't he?" Jon frowned.

"There is no record either way to state whether Vermax was male of female." Tyrion shook his head.

"Have you looked?" Sansa asked.

"We only just managed to clear away the rubble yesterday." Arya told her. "We've not had chance to look yet."

"But that isn't our only problem." Tyrion said. "Dragon eggs have struggled to hatch for centuries. It was thought that the technique was lost, but apparently not. It sounds like a fairly simple, straightforward process. There was a reason they stopped hatching."

"What is it?" Jon asked.

"The maesters were coating the eggs in moon tea." Arya told her. "It prevents them from hatching. But they have to keep applying it. The maesters knew why the eggs weren't hatching, but never told anyone because they were responsible. The Targaryen's started to resort to desperate measures, which killed off most of them."

"The only way to stop the dragons from hatching is to stop the need for them. Right now there is no need, but when you have children, you will want them to bond with dragons, the maesters will try and prevent it." Tyrion told them. "The dragon eggs which were found and taken from Summerhall are probably with the maesters in the Citadel being painted regularly now that you are married. They may even offer one, although it won't hatch. What you want is a dragon egg the maesters have never seen or even known about. And we may have them under the castle just waiting for little baby Targaryens to bond with."

"Is that why you asked Pod to guard the crypt?" Jon asked.

"Yes." Tyrion nodded. "From Maester Wolkan. We can't let him near any egg."

"Maester Wolkan wouldn't do anything like that." Sansa protested.

"Every fully trained Maester would do it to protect themselves." Tyrion disagreed. "The only fully qualified Maester who wouldn't is probably Grand Maester Tarly, his education was rushed and I doubt he ever needed to swear to prevent the continuation of dragons considering what happened to his family."

"A dragon is a dangerous thing in the wrong hands." Jon agreed.

"Are you the right hands for a dragon Aegon Targaryen?" Tyrion asked.

Jon looked uncomfortable at the use of his real name. "I hope so." he nodded.

"Then I think we need to go get finding and hiding those dragon eggs before Maester Wolkan gets his hands on them." Ser Davos smiled.

"Arya, can you and I have a word in private for a moment." Sansa frowned. "You all go on ahead, we'll be along in a moment." she said as Jon, Davos, and Tyrion all left the room.

"What's wrong?" Arya frowned.

"That's what I was going to ask you. You look off colour and tired." Sansa replied.

Arya took a deep breath. "I'm worried about you and Jon." she admitted. "Neither of you know anything about his heritage. The more I've been reading, the scarier it sounds."

"What do you mean?" Sansa frowned.

"They aren't called dragons for nothing. Targaryen's were crossed with dragons, literally. They are part dragon. Daenerys didn't go mad, she simply acted like a dragon. Dragons don't think killing people is a bad thing because they eat people. What if Jon becomes more like that the more he rides Drogon?" she asked.

Sansa smiled and put her hands on Arya's shoulders. "Most Targaryen's were bred incestuously, for instance Daenerys, Jon is part wolf. I'll stop him from becoming a full dragon." she smiled, although deep down, it was concerning her too. "Is it true about the dragon babies?" Sansa asked, deciding Arya would know more than Jon on this matter.

Arya nodded. "Wings as well." she frowned. "But none of them survive." she added.

"Well at least our children will look human." Sansa sighed. "Is that all?" she asked.

"Yes." Arya told her. "It won't stop me from worrying, but I do think Jon needs to know about all of this."

"We'll deal with the Unsullied and then sort this out." Sansa assured her. "But firstly, I think we ought to search for some dragon eggs." she frowned. "Shouldn't Tyrion be more interested in making sure Bran knows about this?" she asked.

"I think Tyrion likes to support the most interesting people he can find. Last month that was Bran, this month it is you and Jon." Arya laughed. "He's fickle."

"Hmm. Maybe if we found him a wife that actually liked him back." Sansa mused as they left the small council chamber to make their way down to the crypts.

"I think that ought to be a challenge." Arya smiled. "What are the requirements?"

"Well born, pretty, interesting and likes him back." Sansa raised an eyebrow.

"Not a chance." Arya laughed as they quickened their pace to join the men on the dragon egg hunt.

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