Notes: Hello there!

Thank you so much for all the kind comments. It's really ncie having you all here for this crazy ride.

In this chapter we'll have a time jump, Susan and Jon have a very peculiar conversation, Peter is shameless and Lucy is shipping it all.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6

Three weeks passed by and Jon barely noticed them, but he did notice how central the Pevensies had become to Winterfell in the meantime.

Sansa and Sam had dedicated a good amount of time in explaining the basic history of the North and of Westeros and the current political situation. The Pevensies were aghast with the situation and Lucy kept muttering something about "siblings" and "what is wrong with you people?"

They explained –only briefly –about their own Kingdom and how they became its rulers, but Jon felt there was much more to the story.

However, the Pevensies made themselves right at home at Winterfell.

Edmund could always be seen besides Ser Davos, helping with the training of the new soldiers. He was a quieter boy and very observant. Lady Lucy bonded very well with the Free Folk and became essential for the communication between them and the Northmen.

Sometimes Jon caught Ghost following the little Lady around and she appeared to be talking to him. Curiously to Jon it seemed like his wolf was actually paying attention to what she said.

Jon liked both Edmund and Lucy a lot. Well, the whole Winterfell was taken by the sweet girl, everybody always had smiles for her. Even Arya, who seemed to take the youngest Pevensie under her wing. Edmund was good company and an insightful person.

Jon's problem was with the other two Pevensies.

To be perfectly fair Lord Peter and Lady Susan were as helpful as their siblings, if not more.

Peter's claim of being experienced with construction wasn't a boast; he did know a great deal and under his guidance the reconstruction of Winterfell was going by faster. They were even talking about improvements outside of the keep –bridges, mills. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty either. Jon often found him working side by side with the men.

But damn it if that fucker wasn't arrogant! By the Gods, he had a high opinion of himself; he was high handed and stubborn. Jon also wasn't happy with the way he looked at Sansa, so he was keeping his eye on Peter.

Then there was Susan… Now that woman was infuriating in a way Jon never thought anyone before.

He'd always been calm and collected, but something about Susan made him want to explode.

She'd become central to the working of Winterfell. Sansa had been running herself dry acting as his Hand and Lady of the Keep at the same time. Susan stepped in, assumed all the daily tasks of the place so Sansa could focus on her political duties. She started overseeing the meals, the servants, the running of it all. She took over effortlessly, but still respecting Sansa's position.

And she was good for Sansa! They had become fast friends and now it was rare to see one without the other. Sansa had been guarded since they retook Winterfell, but Jon saw that his cousin was smiling more now, and this was good, because he wanted her to be happy.

But Susan… Gods, that woman!

She kept her siblings in check –even Peter and his ego –but she herself was quite stubborn. She was all logic and courtesies and Jon never felt more of a base-born than when he talked to her. She didn't actually treat him that way –she was perfectly courteous all the time –but she was so much of a Lady that he couldn't help but notice how different they were.

The Gods knew she had no problems with speaking her mind to him.

Like right now.

"You need to find Ser Davos a wife."

Jon turned to Susan and wondered –not for the first time –how she looked as a Queen of her own lands, because if standing there -with a borrowed dress, acting as a chatelaine - she looked more like royalty than he did with a crown on his head, he could barely picture her as a Queen.

"Excuse me?" When he saw her approaching him and stopping by his side he knew she was about to say something, he just didn't expect this.

"Someone kind." She continued. "Not too young, so he won't feel he's marrying his daughter, but not too old that she can't give him children."

She had some nerve.

Jon's eyes followed hers to the dance floor where Davos was spinning Lucy around, an indulging smile on his face. The man had taken to the Pevensies so easily, like a father figure.

"Why are you saying this to me?" He asked her.

"You are his King." She indicated. "This is also part of your duties, right?" Again, she wasn't being disrespectful, but Jon couldn't help but feel the jab.

"Besides…" She continued, her expression softer now as she looked at Davos. "That man deserves a family of his own to care for and love."

She was right, of course. Davos had taken pretty hard the death of his wife and he was a man of family. He lost his son during Blackwater and it also hurt him a lot.

Jon knew he would agree to this anyway, but the fact that Susan was the one to bring this to his attention rattled a bit. It shouldn't, but it did.

"I suppose that means I will have to find you a husband as well." He didn't know why he said it, but it was already done.

She turned to him, a brow arched elegantly. She didn't need to say a word, Jon was pretty sure she thought he was a fool for even suggesting it.

"I am quite capable of finding a husband for myself." She informed him. "Not that I have any intention of marrying soon. Men are the ones that normally need help with that."

Jon took a deep breath. "So I should find wives for your brothers?"

Susan chuckled. "Please do." She smiled at him. "I'd love to see that."

Jon let out a low chuckle, but Susan seemed surprised by it. Had he never laughed in front of her?

"Why aren't you dancing?" He asked instead of following that line of thought.

"I'm a bit tired of it." She informed him.

She had danced with many men already, so it was a good excuse at least. The Lords were leaving in the next morning, after a long stay in Winterfell. Not all the problems had been solved, but most of them had. At least they didn't want to burn the Pevensies anymore and accepted that Jon wouldn't kneel to the Dragon Queen.

Sansa had decided that they should have a feast to send the Lords away and had worked with Susan to make it happen.

"What about you, Your Grace?" Susan asked him. "You haven't danced at all. There must be someone you could dance with. Perhaps one of your cousins?"

"I don't dance." Jon informed her.

There it was again, the arched brow. "No?"

"I see no reason to subject someone to my clumsiness."

The admission startled a laugh out of Susan and she covered her mouth with her hands. "I am sorry, Your Grace." She said, still laughing a bit. "I didn't expect this."

"It is good to know my clumsiness amuses you." He told her a bit dryly, but there was a grin on his lips now.

She put her hands to her chest dramatically. "Never, Your Grace."

Jon shook his head, and was trying to think of what else he could say when someone called her name. "Excuse me, Your Grace." She curtsied and left.

Jon watched as the men watched her go. Lucy had become the sweetheart of Winterfell, everybody doted on her and adored the kind girl. Susan was also adored, but in a completely different way. The women respected her and the men… The men watched her walk by, charmed by her elegance, entranced by her beauty.

Two things Jon wished he never noticed.

"I just believe we all should be careful with these people. If they have the power to bring Spring…"

"They never claimed to have that power, Lord Manderly." Sansa interjected firmly.

"But we cannot deny the changes we've seen so far!" The man insisted.

Sansa sighed. It wasn't the first time in the last weeks that someone approached her regarding the Pevensies supposed magical powers to bring Spring to the North.

She almost wanted to accuse Bran of spreading that rumor, however it didn't seem like something the Raven of Three Something or Another would do. But now half of Winterfell watched the siblings in awe and the other was mistrustful.

The problem was that the changes in the weather were becoming obvious. Spring hadn't arrived suddenly to the North, but it looked like it was coming. There hadn't been one single blizzard since the night they arrived, when before they had one every other day.

The daylight was lingering a bit more –not much, not even a full hour –but people noticed; and that same day the sky had been pure blue for the whole day.

It was a bit scary, if Sansa was to be honest.

The siblings, however, didn't claim any credit for it. They kept doing their part at the keep, working alongside the people of the North.

Sansa was happy for their presence. Lucy had a calming effect on Arya, which in turn had a calming effect on everybody else. Edmund was a great company to Jon and Davos, and Susan, more than a friend to Sansa, was a balm to the Hand's damaged soul.

Sansa only had problems with one of the Pevensies.

"My Lady." Speak of the devil… "I came to remind you of our dance."

Sansa turned to the fair haired man and arched a brow. "Dance?"

"Yes, my Lady." Peter replied smoothly. "You graciously conceded me this dance, remember?"

No, she hadn't. He wasn't even remotely ashamed of his lie and Sansa felt thorn between amusement and exasperation.

Peter Pevensie was a big problem.

Once upon a time –before all the things that Sansa wished she could just forget –he'd be like a fairy tale come to life: a real prince –a King, he'd say – with his golden hair, courtly manners and confident smile.

However, Sansa would never be fooled by those things again. His golden hair only made her think of Joffrey and his name… By the Seven, his name reminded her of someone better left forgotten.

She knew the look in his eyes, she wasn't a naïve girl anymore and understood what man thought when they looked at a woman.

Peter might not look at her with lechery or greed, but he was aware of her beauty and interested in it. Sansa was dead tired of men lusting after her looks or title.

Her life would be easier if Peter Pevensie wasn't so… Him.

"Of course, my Lord." She nodded at him, before excusing herself from Lord Manderly and accepting Peter's arm.

"Have you no shame?" Sha asked once they were on the dance floor.

"You looked like you wanted to be anywhere but there." He said instead of answering her question. "I just thought I'd give you a graceful excuse to go."

"So you fancy you were rescuing me?" She asked toneless.

"As a man with two sisters, I know better than to answer that, My Lady." He grinned. "Just think of it as me being a faithful servant of your house."

Honestly, most of the time Sansa was at a loss of how to react to him.

He was a good man –as far as she knew. He treated the people with respect, dotted on his sisters, cared for his brother and was hard working. However, he was also extremely arrogant, stubborn and had a bit of a temper.

Sansa didn't trust that temper and she hardly knew him well enough to not be concerned about it.

However, if she was to be honest, Peter wasn't forward with her. He was actually more respectful that most men who'd expressed an interest on her in recent times.

He did flirt and asked for dances, but he never took advantage of any moment: if they danced, he kept the proper distance; if they talked he deferred to her position; if they happened to meet alone, he always kept his distance.

He wasn't pressing his interest on her, but still…

It was there, she could see it clear as day when he smiled at her, when he sought her out, when he looked at her.

Jon wasn't happy about it and Arya had offered to kick his arse, but Sansa had refused it. He hadn't done anything.

Yet.

Besides, Brienne was always a quiet presence, looming nearby. Even if he tried anything, he wouldn't get very far.

Their dance finished and Sansa curtsied. "Lord Peter."

"My Lady." He picked her hand up and brought it close to his lips, but he didn't kiss it. He never did. His lips never touched her skin, unlike some who kissed her hand with moist lips, or that time a very petulant knight tried to kiss her palm.

Peter never pressed the limits.

Sansa never knew how to properly answer to him, but damn it if the arrogant fool wasn't always prepared for her.

"As always, my Lady's beauty outshines the stars." He offered once he had let go of her hand.

She arched a brow. "As always, flattery drips easily from your lips."

"How can it be just flattery in face of a worthy subject, My Lady?" He asked her, before bowing once again and leaving.

Honestly. The cheek of that man.

XxX

"Tell me I'm delirious now." Lucy demanded.

Edmund rolled his eyes. "All right. You were right. There's something there."

"Something?" She repeated like Edmund was an idiot. "Peter is completely in love with her."

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself, Lucy." Edmund warned, but he sounded mostly amused. "Besides, if Peter gets too close to lady Sansa there will be a line of people to hurt him: Jon, Davos, Brienne, Arya…"

"Even Susan." Lucy completed with a sigh. "They've become good friends and I think Susan knows something that we don't."

Edmund snickered. "She normally does."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "So…"

"No!" Edmund said immediately. "Whatever you are thinking, the answer is no."

"Ed!" Lucy turned her eyes to her brother. "She would be so good for him."

"I'm not saying she wouldn't, but Jon isn't very fond of Peter. Can you imagine that?"

"Sansa isn't a kid!" Lucy insisted. "She doesn't need his permission."

"Lucy, no!" Edmund was firm. "Do you want to cause a family fight? Is it fair after what they've done for us?"

It was a low blow and Edmund knew it, but he needed his little sister to see what could happen if things went wrong. Romance was only perfect in books, in real life people got hurt and sometimes worse.

They had no right to meddle in here.

"You're right." Lucy sighed.

Jon didn't like Peter all that much, mostly because her brother was too arrogant, but… If Jon had a lady for himself, someone gracious, calm and kind, he might be more open minded to the match.

However, Jon didn't have anyone…

Well, Lucy wouldn't meddle with Sansa and Peter.

For now.

Notes: Important to notice:

I know that -according to the show and the books -Davos has a wife somewhere (in the show they completely forgot she exists) and in the books he has a bunch of other kids (I'm pretty sure in the series he had only the one who died). But anyway, for my reasons I decided to say he's now a widower.

Anyway... Let me know your feelings!