My Kingdom Awaits Chapter 2
"Jon? Has the bathwater cooled? Can I join you?" Sansa asked from the doorway to their bathing chamber. Jon smiled and held a hand out from where he soaked in the water. Sam had warned that baths of too hot water might be bad for the baby, that Sansa should think of the hot springs at Winterfell, if the temperature was above those, she should let it cool. He was smiling cause she only called him Jon and not Your Grace when they were alone.
"Of course you can join me. I used half a jar of your oil." Jon said. "Who's on guard?"
"Tormand took over for Brienne and Sandor. I'm not sure who the Kingsguard is though." Sansa said as she daintily stepped into the tub and settled between Jon's legs, tossing her braid over both their shoulders so it hung out of the tub.
"I think it was Grenn to night." Jon said against her neck. His hands were immediately on her body, trailing over her teats gently. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
"Sam spoke to you didn't he?" Sansa asked tilting her head to the side allowing him to kiss her neck with ease.
"He did. He mentioned that you asked a few questions. He consulted the Grand Maester to make sure. Even Grand Master Jorgon says it's safe so long as there is no pain." Jon said chuckling at how Sansa blushed.
"It's just, if you wanted to take your rights, I wanted to know if it was alright." Sansa said.
"Only when you want to." Jon said reaching for a cloth and scrubbing her back. He kissed the scar she had from the flat of a sword from Ser Trant. Had Arya not taken care of him in Braavos, Jon would have fed him to Drogon. Ramsay had left no scars that could be seen, but every so often Jon found a new one. She didn't like being taken from behind if she was flat against a surface, he had to leave her hands free, as much as she liked holding his hand or arm in public when they coupled if he forgot and lost himself he would find her with a terrified expression on her face and her body tense. He had rolled over in the middle of the night and spooned her from behind only to be woken by her crying in her sleep, begging him not to make her do it again, that they should only couple as the Gods intended. She only enjoyed sleeping with her head on his chest, tucked into his side. Sure enough Sansa turned around and kneeled between his legs, taking the cloth from him and running it over his neck and chest.
"Jon?" Sansa said avoiding his eyes. "I wish to speak to Cersei before her trial." Sansa said letting him pull her in. She took the opportunity to run the cloth along the back of his neck right along his hairline.
"Why?" Jon finally asked. "You owe her nothing. You did nothing wrong while you were a ward or while married to Tyrion."
"She's a mother who lost all her babes. She believes me responsible for Joffrey. I want to tell her what and who are at fault."
"She won't likely believe you." Jon said. "And I will not have you go to the black cells. They are filthy. Perhaps I can have her brought to one of the rooms in the Tower of the Hand. I'll ask Tyrion."
"Thank you." Sansa said leaning forward and kissing his cheek. Jon rubbed her cheek and leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.
"You are too kind. That woman deserves no comfort." He added kissing her softly. Jon let out a frustrated groan when someone knocked on their door. "What part of not to be disturbed do they not understand." He asked lifting himself from the tub. "No you stay and relax." He said helping Sansa lie back where he had been. Jon reached for a towel and placed another within her reach along with her robe. "A moment!" Jon bellowed when the knocking continued.
"I'll not be much longer." Sansa said as he pulled on some britches and a tunic. Jon smiled and left for their chamber. Sansa continued to lightly cleanse herself and heard another door close, she thought to their solar. Jon must be meeting with whoever was at the door. "Who's out there Ghost?" Sansa asked as the wolf strides brought him to the tub and he sat to wait for her. Sansa rose from the tub and wrapped in her towel to dry herself before reaching for her shift and pulling on her robe. She tied the robe a bit higher then her waist to hide her small bump. Other than Sam and Jon no one knew for sure the Queen was with child. There was court gossip, but she really had not gained much weight and her ladies barely dressed her anymore. Jon usually made it back and helped her into her corset, that was only tied tightly to support her breasts and Brienne helped her on those occasions that Jon did not. Brienne had not noticed anything yet. She suspected that Sandor might know, but he still had not commented one way or another. After tidying her hair Sansa made her way to their solar door and knocked lightly.
"You can come in Sansa." Jon called. Sansa entered and curtsied.
"Hello my Lords." She said to Tyrion before turning and greeting Sam and Davos.
"We have received a envoy from the Twins." Jon said holding out a parchment as she made her way over to sit beside him. "Lord Walder seems to think that paying a golden ransom will absolve his past transgressions."
"He also says he will never give up the Twins and that he has enough in supplies and men to withstand a siege for years." Sansa said scanning the letters. "Has he released his hostages from The North?" Sansa asked. "How are we to believe that the Great Jon, Lady Mormont and the rest are alive and well?"
"The envoy is resting but he swore a holy oath in front of the High Sparrow that he was telling the truth." Davos said.
"An oath from the family that murdered their king?" Sansa said plucking a piece of parchment and a quill. "Send the envoy back after taking all his finery and gold. Tell him that pays his fine for disrespecting his Queen by not following her direct orders of releasing her Lords and Ladies. Send him back with this note." Sansa said handing Jon the note to read, he allowed a small smirk to his lips before passing the note to Tyrion.
"The Tale of Harran the Black?" Tyrion said smiling. "The Twins is not Harrenhal."
"No, it will be much easier and faster for Drogon and his brothers to burn it to the ground. The late Lord Frey will not excused for his crimes. He can decide if he wishes to have his entire line extinguished or not."
"Send him off at first light with light provisions. They have 2 moons to get your Lords to Red Keep in one piece. It does not take me long to reach the Twins on the back of a dragon." Jon said signing the bottom of the note and folding it. "Seal this with the Direwolf in the gray wax and the three headed dragon in red." Jon said handing the note to Sam. "Lord Seaworth have the ships have been repaired? They will be able to bring our lords back north?"
"Aye Your Grace. The ships sent over from the Iron Islands were in the best of shape. They also sent builders to help and 4 new ships have been made and added to our fleet."
"We need to discuss something else." Jon said. "Sansa wishes to speak to Cersei. She wants to tell her that she had nothing to do with Joffrey's death. Tyrion I know you have spoken to your sister, what is her frame of mind?"
"She's no worse than she always is when she is cornered. She still plans on demanding a trial by combat, though I don't think she understands that her monster is also on trial and won't be eligible to defend her."
"I want to move her to one of the rooms in the Tower of Hand. I won't have Sansa in the dungeons."
"I escaped from the Tower." Tyrion pointed out. "Are we so sure she does not know the passage ways too? We have no idea what Pycelle told her when they were working together."
"We would have a guard with her at all times." Sansa said.
"Are we forgeting that she seduced over half of Robert and Joffrey's Kingsguard?"
"She will have guards that cannot fall to a woman's charm." Sansa said. "Loras Tyrell and Brienne can handle the duty for the one day it will take for me to talk to her."
"I am still not on board with Loras being in the King's Guard." Tyrion said. "He had to have known of his grandmother and sister's plans. He let them kill a king."
"Did you not know that your sister was capable of killing King Robert?" Sansa asked.
"Loras took a vow, and he wants to keep it. The only reason the Kingslayer was released of his vows was because he lost a hand and he sent Brienne out to find and protect Sansa." Jon said. "We will have the Lord Commander keep an eye on him."
"Back to the issue of my sister." Tyrion said changing the subject. "She will upset you, that is what she does. Are you sure you wish to go through that?"
"I'm a Stark and married to the most powerful man in the known world. I am the Wardeness of the North, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She does not scare me. I'm not a little girl alone anymore."
"Then I'll talk to the guards in the morning and have her brought up. After breaking your fast and before the trials seems like the best time to see her." Tyrion said as he hopped down from his chair and bowed on his way out. Sam followed with Davos, leaving them alone again.
"Are you upset with the move I made with the Freys?" Sansa asked.
"No." Jon said. "Part of me wants to send the envoy back in pieces but I know that is not justice or right." Jon said kissing her hand.
"Please don't. People will start calling you the Second Mad King." Sansa joked as Jon helped her to her feet. He handed her a candle and started blowing out the others in their solar. "We should retire. It will be a long day again on the morrow."
"Of course." Sansa said following him and placing the candle beside the bed. Jon shut the door leading to the solar and locked it before stripping and climbing into bed. "If you are tired Jon perhaps I could—"
"What?" Jon asked stretching out and placing one hand behind his head to prop it up so he could look at her. "The light does not bother me if you wish to read or do needle work."
"No, I just thought if you were very tired maybe I could please you?" Sansa said sitting up beside him and pulling back the covers. "I could be on top instead." Jon smiled at her and reached over to bunch up her shift. "I can just take it off, you'll keep me warm." Sansa said reaching for the hem.
"Yes sweet girl, take it off." Jon said lifting her so she was straddling him. "Can I sit against the head board?"
"Yes." Sansa said placing her hands on his shoulders again as she kissed him. Jon moved his hand between her legs and stroked his fingers up and down her slit. "Oh Jon." Sansa whispered squirming in his lap against his hardening cock. Jon removed his fingers and smeared her wetness against his length, giving himself a few strokes.
"Up for a moment." Jon said squeezing her hip with one hand so she'd stand on her knees. He took advantage of having a face full of her teats to pay them attention. Jon adjusted his cock so he was teasing her entrance. "Just sit down when you're ready."
"And you'll be pleased?" Sansa asked tilting his head back so she could kiss him as she lowered herself.
"You always are very pleasing." Jon said with a hitched breath as she sank down. He moved her up and down slightly and groaned when Sansa let her head fall back as she moved at the pace he had set.
"I quite like it like this Jon." Sansa said reaching down and lifting his hands to hold her teats. Jon lightly pinched at her nipples as he squeezed her breasts, catching her nipples between his thumbs and palms. "Does it feel good for you?"
"Every way feels good for me." Jon said leaning back against the pillows but keeping his hands on her chest. "I quite like looking at you though."
"I like feeling your arms and chest. You're so strong." Sansa sighed as she began to move a bit faster. Jon let on hand drift lovingly down her stomach and started to stroke and circle her where he knew she found pleasure.
"Come now sweet girl." Jon said pulling her against his chest and rolling them over. "I must confess that I was never tired." Jon said as he thrust deeply. "Is it too much?"
"No keep going." Sansa begged bringing her legs up so they cradled along his torso. She clutched him tightly to her and turned her face into his neck whimpering as she came. Jon slowed and kissed the side of her neck and face till she relaxed before he started thrusting with long quick strokes to his finish. He let his body fall beside her and turned on his side pulling her to his chest keeping her leg wrapped over his side for comfort.
"I must confess something else." Jon said letting up his hold on her so Sansa could look up from his chest where her head rested. "After that I do feel like resting." He said with a laugh as she blushed.
"Then stop talking so much." Sansa said with a yawn. "You brood all day and want to tease and converse with me after you've exhausted me."
"Sleep my lovely wife. You have a babe to grow." Jon said dragging his hand up and down her back till she was sleeping soundly. He patted Sansa's side of their overly large bed and Ghost jumped up, curling around her. "Good boy." Jon said softly before he too drifted off to sleep.
Sansa woke in the morning to her husbands voice commanding their servants and smiled when Ghost moved his head to her chest. She imagined if he whined he'd let out a sound now as she scratched behind his ears.
"The water needs not be scalding hot, I prefer just warmed water." Jon lied as he ordered the tub filled. "No not that oil, the one that smells of lemons. Have fresh WARM water, lots of it. Both Your Queen and I plan to wash our hair today. Have we received the soap that is made with the pressed oil of olives? I was told it helped with tangles." Sansa smiled at Jon's thoughtfulness. She waited till he ordered everyone from their chambers before rising and joining him to ready for their day.
"God morning Your Grace." Sansa said sweetly as she walked naked into the bathing chamber.
After a pleasing breakfast of more fresh fruit and fresh baked bread and butter Sansa had a tray of tea and more bread readied for her meeting with Cersei before going with Jon to see off the envoy from House Frey. His weasel like face was smug at first till the king sent him home with a message and sealed letter of his own. Sansa made her way to the Tower of Hand with Sandor and met with Brienne who was guarding outside the locked door.
"Ser Loras is in there with her. His Grace ordered that she be lightly chained while you met my lady, I hope that does not upset you."
"Not at all. She still will be able to have tea and bread?" Sansa asked, wanting to extend guest rights to Cersei so she would know she was not in any danger, at least not for one more day.
"Aye, her shackles and chains will allow her to eat and drink. His Grace would still like you to sit at the other end of the long table though." Sansa nodded.
"I would rather have you in there with me Brienne. Ser Loras may wait out here with Sandor." Brienne entered, taking the tray from the serving girl and after forcing her to take a drink of the tea dismissed her. Loras came out and stood on the other side of the door with Sandor, who was holding it open. Sansa walked in with her head held high and sat at the other end of the table, eyeing the former queen.
"Hello little Dove." Cersei said from her seat.