Previously on PotG: Steffon is saved by Nathalia and she and Alessandra made plans regarding the north.

Chapter 33: I Have a Secret

*Nathalia*

She was exhausted. She peels away the man's tunic resting on her body and sighs at the welcomed cold it brought to her body. She'd been ordering men and women about to house Robb Stark's bannermen before they could return to their houses. Roose Bolton's men have been left to the dungeons with two guardians posted at their cell in case anyone ought to escape. Jon, being the next in line for the throne with Robb mentally indisposed, would deal with them in the morrow.

"They told me I'd find you here,"

Jon Snow stands inside the room with his grey eyes darkening at her state of undress. Without taking his eyes off her, he bolts the door. Within seconds, she is lifted in his arms straight for the welcoming bed Walder Frey's daughter has provided her. His mouth finds hers in the most delicious way, sucking and biting away until their bodies remember just how much pleasure each other can bring.

Gods, she has missed him so. Her hands fumble incessantly to remove him from the confines of his clothing. Once she is satisfied with the skin shown, she slips her slender fingers inside to rake her fingernails along the hard ridges of his chest. Jon begins to massage her breasts, breaking the kiss to look at her curiously.

She greedily breathes air, noticing his attention on her wrappings. "My breasts need to be confined or else they'll bounce when I walk."

"I'm not sure I like these," He murmurs, bending to press open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone.

She hisses once he encloses her nipples inside his mouth above the cloth. "Take them off, Jon. Take me in your mouth,"

He allows her to sit up, grabbing the end of her wrappings and slowly unravelling her like a gift from the gods. Her breathing becomes more erratic with every caress from his fingers. She's burning from the anticipation.

Her breasts were finally free from their prison, allowing her dark buds to tighten from the cold and his gaze. Jon fingers her left, squeezing experimentally and taking one ripe nipple between his fingers and pinching them to submission.

"Please," She almost begs. Nathalia slaps his hand away, grabbing the end of his tunic and lifting it above his head. Then she hastily helps him remove his breeches, cursing at the amount of time she's wasting removing his clothes. If she had it her way, Jon Snow would never be wearing clothes.

"I cannot say that I've undressed a woman in breeches before," He comments, tugging on the body-hugging pair from her body. Once he's satisfied that she's well and unclothed and waiting panting on the bed, he kicks off his own breeches and climbs on top of her.

"I've missed you, Jon" She murmurs so low that he almost couldn't hear her. Nathalia has never been one to openly speak words of love. However, she finds herself willing to make an exemption for the rogue wolf.

"I've missed you as well,"

"Show me how much,"

Her order is followed by his tongue sliding towards her aching middle. He plants a soft kiss on her belly, her navel, her thighs. When she thought she couldn't take any more of his teasing, he begins to suck on her cunt, seeming to enjoy her taste as little mewls of pleasure escapes her. Her fingers find his soft hair, pressing him harder. She's been without pleasure for so long that it doesn't take long before she is convulsing beneath him, begging him to let go because the pleasure is too much.

He pulls away, only to push open her thighs once more and slide himself inside her. She gasps from the intrusion, relishing in the feeling of being filled by him. It only intensifies when he flips them over, letting her sit on his cock while he lays on his back.

"Ride me, Nathalia."

She follows his request, beginning with a slow roll of her hips. Her folds are still sensitive from the previous euphoria that little breathy moans cause her eyes to close. Jon grabs her hips roughly, rising halfway to thrust easier. He holds the end of one of her breasts, guiding the aching tip towards his awaiting mouth. Together, they build a rhythm that they both consider pleasurable. Her juices allow his cock to slip in and out easily enough that they know this wouldn't last long.

"Argh!" She cries, feeling another orgasm coming. She's slick enough to bounce harder this time, her hands on his head and her mouth on his neck. "I'm almost there, Jon."

"Hold on," He flips again, pushing her to her knees and taking her from behind. They've made animalistic love before when they've had to relieve some tension between them. They found that they love the position as it allows Jon to thrust more deeply.

He rubs the bundle of nerves on her cunt, bringing her to the edge while he spills inside her. Her tightness continues to milk his cock until they could do nothing but fall gracelessly against the sheets.

Jon grabs the end of the beddings, guiding them inside the soft sheets so he could spoon her from behind. His seed is still inside her and she makes it a point to drink moon tea in the morning. Together, they lay silently and enjoy the feel of each other's skin. The room is getting warmer from the fresh fire, giving them a sense of utter satisfaction.

Nathalia turns her head, planting a soft kiss on her beloved's lips. "When you weren't inside, I thought I'd lost you."

His arms tighten around her, "Never. You'd never lose me."

She turns, wrapping her arms around him and inhaling his strong scent. What she's about to say might never bring him back to her arms again. "Jon?"

"Yes?"

"I have a secret,"

"Well, love, if you mean to tell me then it's not a secret anymore."

A laugh escapes her before she could control herself. "No no you'll hate me, Jon. For keeping this from you."

"What is it, Nathalia?"

"I know about your mother,"

His dark eyes meet hers, only now beginning to understand the seriousness of their conversation. "My mother?"

"She's not who you think she is," She whispers.

"Who is she?" He demands.

"Lyanna Stark,"

"No," He thunders, rising from the bed naked and seething. He covers his face with his hands, disbelieving the turn of their conversation. "She's not! She was kidnapped by Rhaeghar Targaryen. How could she be with child unless—?"

"Yes," She too rises halfway, covering herself with the beddings. "You're a Targaryen,"

"A Targaryen bastard!" He screams. "A product of rape!"

"No!"

"No?" He glares at her before retrieving his breeches and putting them back on. "Forgive me, Nathalia. I've been raised as a bastard but I know my history."

"The history they told you was wrong." She reasons, bending down the side of the bed and grabbing Jon's shirt. She hastily wears it, refusing to fight with Jon without clothing. "Lyanna and Rhaeghar eloped. He had his marriage annulled, allowing him and Lyanna to marry and have you." Walking towards him, she grabs his ashen face and demands him to look at her. "You're not a bastard, Jon. You see?"

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He pushes her away; his eyes only soften because she stumbles back. "You had no right keeping this from me!"

"It was Lyanna's wish." She whispers, a bit hurt that he would push her away. "When Ned Stark had found her bleeding in the Tower of Joy, she had him promise that he'll take care of you. Robert Baratheon would have killed you if he found out of your parentage. Ned Stark saved you, Jon. He may not be your father by blood but he has raised you as one."

"Why not tell me earlier?"

"I—I don't know." She stammers for a response. To be honest, she doesn't quite know why she didn't tell him. Perhaps their relationship had gone too deep for her to risk him being upset with her.

She doesn't notice that he begins to exit from the room before the door is opened.

"I need some air," He mutters before exiting.

Fucked that up, didn't I? She thinks before burying herself back on the bed, desperate to regain some energy before they rode to the docks in the morning.

Alessandra seems to have fared better than her last night. With her auburn hair tied up in an impressive array of braids, the taller of the two guardians saunters beside her with a little smile on her face. Both of them are wearing their travelling clothes, allowing them more space for action. With Tywin Lannister on a killing spree, they both know that a journey with Robb Stark is dangerous.

"I took your advice,"

"Which one?"

"Intercourse," Alessanda lets a sly smile spring on her face as they both gather their horses. It seems that Walder's family had been frightened of them to allow such liberties like giving each guardian a horse. Poor Twins. They might not have enough horses or food left when they've left the place. The gods can only know if they'd be given a proper ruler after this carnage.

"Good for you," She genuinely smiles at her friend. Alessandra had been reluctant to act on her feelings since Dyllon had reminded Nathalia so much of Gabriel. She knows how much her friend needs to feel loved again so she's definitely glad that Ally has someone to keep in her heart again.

"Why the long face, Thalia?" She inquires, noticing that the smile Nathalia gave her seems to not be reaching her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she remembers the events of the morning. With Dyllon's expert healing, Robb Stark had awoken healed. His body is battered and his wounded chest might take days to fully recover but he'd been well enough to stand and order the death of Roose Bolton's men. Watching the men lose their heads was not a pretty sight but it had been Jon's reluctance to meet her eyes that stung the most.

"I told Jon."

"About what?"

"Lyanna Stark,"

"Seven hells!" Ally exclaims, clearly surprised. "Took you long enough, I suppose. I take it he's not talking with you?"

They both mount their horses. "What did you think? I've kept this secret long enough from him. With our journey, he might learn it the hard way."

"Like being tried to be executed by a dragon?"

"Hold your tongue!" Nathalia exclaims. "Cersei has spies everywhere. If she knows where our loyalties lie, she'd use her cleverness to try and outsmart us."

Their conversation stops for a moment as Nathalia oversees the provisions and orders the guardians on where their post would be. Their journey to Seagard would hopefully only go for a day. A raven had been sent to the castle's page with orders from Nathalia to surrender their ships. If they won't surrender, she'd have the wrath of the sea gods upon them. Of course, the latter was of the last resort but she'd been too glad to add the threat for easier submission.

She'd also ordered the King in the North to ride inside a carriage. His chest wound would do no good if infected and he'd be nothing but a casualty if he persisted. Of course, she'd also had Steffon persuade the king since they knew of northernmen's stubbornness. One by one, Robb Stark's loyal bannermen had exited the castle to lick their wounds. Some of them even extending some gold for Nathalia's plan. She'd thanked them, healing their bruises and cuts, before allowing them to leave the Twins. Gods bless them for their loyalty.

"He's riding back, I've heard." Alessandra amusingly says when they've finally started leading the ride. "Quite stubborn, your lover."

"I noticed," She grits her teeth at Jon's audacity to brood.

"Don't worry, Thalia." Her friend places a caring hand on her shoulder for a brief moment. "He will know when it's time to talk about it. Trust in the gods. It's better Jon knew now than later."

"You're right," She conceded. They had more important things to think about.

*Sansa Stark*

"J—Jaime," Sansa sighs. Her body begins to shake exquisitely on top of Jamie Lannister's body as she tries her best to control her bounce. Ever since finding out the death of her family, she had not exited her chambers and had let Jaime prepare her food and a bath nightly. The golden lion didn't seem to be bothered by the request and joined her on her seclusion. Of course, it helps that she usually requires being with him to help forget about the tragedy.

"Almost there, little wolf." He grunts, thrusting upwards to simulate her better. His hands grip her hips a little bit too tightly as he takes one pebbled nipple into his mouth. Almost immediately, Sansa lets out a soft cry as she reaches her peak.

Sensing that she wouldn't have enough strength to continue, Jaime flips them over and begins pounding into her. Her legs are locked securely around his waist as she begs for him to be more rough. "Harder, Jaime, harder. Please."

"Fuck," He chuckles as her nails glide down his back as she admonishes him for his filthy words.

Sansa begins to feel him tremble, his thrusts become erratic and almost animalistic as he chases his finish. Jaime…Jaime…Jaime…

"SANSA WE NEED TO TALK,"

Her bedroom door swings open to reveal an astonished guardian entering her chambers.

Sansa screams.

Jaime groans.

A series of unfortunate events including Natasha turning her back and slamming the door to prevent any more gossips. This would have happened smoothly if not for her bumping on a vase as she turns quickly around and splashing water all over the marbled floor. Jaime Lannister falls off the bed as he tries to keep his modesty in check. Sansa continues screaming as she tries to find her covering enough to pretend the last few seconds had not really happened.

"Please don't tell my brother," Sansa breathes out.

Jaime is groaning from his spot on the floor. Thankfully, he landed on the opposite side of the bed where Natasha couldn't see his nakedness. "I don't know about you guardians but etiquette is something practiced in Westeros,"

"And infidelity, I'm sure, is punishable in Westeros." Natasha mutters.

"Tyrion honestly wouldn't mind," Jaime groans, stands, and grabs his abandoned trousers from the floor. Sansa watches as he rolls his eyes in annoyance (possibly from being unable to finish) and tosses her his tunic.

"You can look now, Natasha." She mutters, letting the soft fabric drown her body.

The guardian sighs, turning and glaring at both of them. "What were you both thinking?"

"I'm thinking she likes me,"

The easy grin on his face is unappreciated by both women. "Jaime," Sansa warns.

His green eyes peruse her, catching the look on her serious face that said to take the conversation without jests. Reluctantly, he sighs and nods.

Natasha is shocked by the exchange. "Wow, Lannister. She has you by the balls," She continues before they both exchange hurtful words. "Sansa, pack your things."

"W—what?"

"We're leaving King's Landing."

"Leaving?"

The guardian leans on the door, chanting a little. She closes her eyes. One two three. She opens them. "Cersei may find out any moment now how Robb and Jon are alive. We must take you somewhere out of King's Landing to keep you safe and away from them using you as bait."

Baffled by the suddenness of the situation, Sansa begins to run towards her trunk. "What do I need to bring?"

"A couple of gowns—not too lavish or else highwaymen might take advantage"

"Where are we going?"

"To Winterfell."

Jaime and Sansa both look at her like she's insane.

"We're taking back your home, Sansa."