My Kingdom Awaits Chapter 5
The supper tray was long forgotten and Jon lounged about his desk reading over some correspondence. There always seemed to be notes and letters to answer or at the very least read. He looked up and smiled, watching Sansa sew comfortably in the corner. She had taken down her complicated braids and simply tied it back to keep it out of her eyes.
"Your Grace there is still quite a pile of parchment you need to get through before we can retire." Sansa teased as she folded the piece she had been working on and stuffed it into her basket. "You dismissed my maids again and I've been stuck in my uncomfortable corset since you tied me into it this morning. Hurry up and finish your responsibilities to the realm."
"It's so boring." Jon said, not really complaining, just making conversation. "Some of these Lords feel the need to tell every minute detail about how they are keeping the King's Peace, how they are coping with the end of winter, how they hope I don't hold their former allegiance to The Lannister Kings against them."
"They've bent the knee and know that should they displease you, there is no way to defend against dragons. Especially dragons rode by a wolf. Well the smart Lords know this." Sansa said picking up a book and motioning to his pile of papers. "Of course they could be left for your hand, and only the most pertinent given to you."
"They were addressed to me. I feel as though I need to read them." Jon admitted picking the next one up and making a note of how he'd respond to it. "It's bad enough you compose over half of my responses."
"Perhaps I need to include a note about your lack of time to deal with trivial correspondence." Sansa said standing and making her way over. Jon turned in his seat and watched while she swept her hair over her shoulder and turned her back to him. "Please unless me. I was going to read but I can't focus." Jon worked her laces open and groaned when Sansa swept away to their dressing chambers.
"You can't lure me away from my work with the sounds of you undressing." Jon called into the room as he picked up the next page and started to read it.
"I would not dream of it." Sansa said pulling a chair up and sitting next to him. She had tied on a robe and picked up Jon's notes before pulling his quill over and starting a response to Lord Tarly. "Sam really should return his father's sword. It should be at Horn Hill."
"Sam is his rightful heir. He was forced to leave his home and take the black." Jon said. "You know his story. His father will not accept him, even know, after he helped save us from the White Walkers."
"I just don't like the idea of having Lord Tarly upset with the Crown." Sansa said.
"I have half the mind to award Sam Horn Hill." Jon mumbled. "I know he has no wish to return there and I have use of his council here though."
"He's the only Maester since Maester Luwin that I am comfortable with." Sansa said. "It's selfish though perhaps we need to ask him if he wants Horn Hill."
"He doesn't. Despite his want to punish his father he will not. Sam is a good man." Jon said. "He and Gilly are happy here. They have a place."
"Then he shall have a place here as long as he wants." Sansa said as she wrote out a nicely worded letter declining The Crown's intervention in the matter. She left it to the side and went on writing out responses while Jon finished reading his letters and joined her in responding. "See? Once we work together your correspondence is nothing." Sansa said as she finished another response. "Jon, Daenerys has contacted you?" Sansa asked as she read over his notes.
"She is having trouble holding Dragons Bay without dragons." Jon said. "She lost 2/3 of her army to winter as well. She just wants me to end word to the Masters that the Crown supports her claim. I won't be doing anything about the unrest there until I settle the Riverlands and you've had the baby. I hope that Masters will heed my warnings though. I have no desire to leave."
"Then don't. Send an army. What if she is trying to set a trap and reclaim her dragons?" Sansa said. "Please don't just fly over there without considering all possibilities."
"Never. I have too much to lose now. Wars will be avoided at all coast." Jon promised. He scrawled out responses with her in silence. "Once we settle the trials and take care of the Freys I want to retire to Dragonstone until after you give birth. Tyrion will be in charge, and I will just be a short dragon away if I'm needed. I thought you might rest more if we were outside the Red Keep."
"We could sail to Winterfell with the Northern Lords." Sansa said hopefully.
"It'd be too far from the Capitol. I don't want you giving birth at sea." Jon explained. "Sam and Gilly will come with us. Davos will sail us over, Ghost, the dragons. We should check on the household staff."
"It would be a more intimate birth and recovery. Gods know how many people will want to see me after the birthing bed."
"We've not had a keep to ourselves since we reunited." Jon said. "It will be like a small vacation, like when you and your parents went visiting."
"But for a few months instead of weeks." Sansa said looking at him with a soft smile. "I had forgotten that you never came with us when we went for visits." Sansa said.
"No, but I did get to go with Father and Robb to the Gift to visit Benjen a few times." Jon said. "Sansa our child will have everything I never had. The fact that I'm having a family of my own makes up for every slight I felt growing up."
"If my father had told my mother the truth she would not have treated you so poorly."
"And I would like be dead. Lady Stark was not raised to accept her husband's betrayal." Jon said. "I won't lie and tell you it didn't hurt, seeing how she loved all of you and the hatred she had for me. I understand it though."
"Jon I don't even understand it. You were just a baby. She should have been mad at my father."
"I'm glad your mother showed her love to your father, it would have been terrible growing up with parents that hated each other like Cersei and Robert did. Even when they visited at Winterfell, you could feel the disdain they felt for each other." Jon said as he finished the last response. "Do you know what I'm looking forward to the most about going to Dragonstone?"
"Being surrounded by the sea and guarded by three dragons?" Sansa teased as she put away the ink and quills.
"You'll call me Jon instead of Your Grace while we're there." He said sitting back and taking her hand to guide her to stand in front of his chair. "I hate being so formal all the time." Jon said as he untied her robe.
"You mean being so proper." Sansa said with a smile. "It will be nice to have some time to ourselves." Sansa agreed as he pushed her robe open. Jon eased her back so she was leaning against his desk and lowered his mouth to her stomach and placed a kiss to it before resting his cheek against her. "Can you feel the movement?"
"Just warmth." Jon answered moving his mouth up and kissing between her breasts. "It's still early is it not?" Jon thought is hand were too rough and scarred to notice the movements Sansa felt, so he tried resting his cheek there from time to time but still had not felt much. "Sam says I should not worry. Some babes are lazy and do not kick hard."
"It is early. Another moon or two and you may be able to see the movement." Sansa said. "Well when I am undressed you may see the movement."
"Then I'll order you to be naked in our chambers whenever we are not at court." Jon said lifting her so she was sitting against the desk. He stood between her legs and kissed her deeply.
"Jon, no. The door is not barred." Sansa said turning her face so he kissed her neck. "Not in here." Jon grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and hauled her up and carried her to their chambers, kicking the door closed behind them.
"Be a dear and disrobe." He said holding her against the door for a moment while he locked it. Sansa let her robe fall to the ground once he turned towards the bed. Jon sat her on the end of the bed and stepped back to take off his clothing and take in the sight before him. "Gods you're lovely." He said as he pulled off his tunic. He dropped to his knees and lifted her legs over shoulders lowering his mouth and kissing her thighs. He looked up when she threaded her hands through hair and smiled at her before sliding his tongue along her folds.
"Jon." Sansa sighed softly reclining back on her elbow. "Did you learn this from your first love?" Sansa asked. Jon pulled back and licked his lips.
"No, it's was just somewhere I wanted to kiss. She said it was lovely." Jon said. "You seem to like it too." He said parting her with one hand and lowering his mouth. "I love the taste of you." He added between licks, hoping to get the subject of Ygritte closed. He didn't like to think of her while with Sansa, he always felt as though he was comparing the two and there was just no comparison to his sweet, lovely wife. He had a different kind of love with Ygritte, it was not all consuming as it was with Sansa.
"It is lovely." Sansa agreed letting go of his head a falling back as she arched into his mouth. Jon smiled against her and focused on the small little nub at the top of her sex and sucked gently. Sansa lifted her hands to her chest and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently in time with his licks and sucks.
"You taste like summer." Jon said sliding a finger into her and running the thumb of his opposite hand against her clit. "Like a ripe piece of fruit straight from the tree." He added turning his head and kissing her knee.
"Please." Sansa whispered sitting back up to look at him. Jon admired the flush across her cheeks and chest for another moment before Sansa whined and pulled his mouth the hers, leaning down to kiss him deeply. "Get in bed with me!" She pleaded pulling him to his feet. Jon quickly started on his laces, a predatory gaze falling on his face as Sansa scooted back against the pillows and laid back waiting for him. He's eyes went dark watching as she subtly rubbed her thighs together and tried to cover her chest.
"Don't hide yourself from me." Jon said finally kicking free of his britches and small clothes. He crawled between her legs and held himself up to kiss her as she grinded against him. "I love your teats, and want to enjoy them while they are still mine." He added moving his lips to her nipple and suckling. Sansa reached between them and took his length in her hand and guided him up and down her folds, teasing both of them until Jon couldn't take it before lifting her hips so he could easily slide inside her. Sansa pulled his face back to hers and continued to kiss him between encouraging moans as he thrust gently into her.
"Make me peak Jon. Please!" Sansa whined as she moved against him. Jon dropped to his elbow and grinded down as he thrusts into her grunting at how tight she was. He ran his teeth gently over her bottom lip and soothed his tongue over her.
"Wrap your legs around me." Jon said moving to his knees and grabbing her hips. He angled her hips to his and continued his movements but down each thrust allowed him to brush against her clit. "That's it Sweetling." He murmured as her walls started to tremble around him, milking his own finish from him. "I'm going to take you in front of your mirror, so you can watch your lovely face as you come." Jon said letting all of the things he wanted to do to her flow from his mouth. "On the giant map table at Dragonstone. On the balcony." Sansa came with a cry and his words. "On the Iron Throne." Jon said with his last thrust. Sansa pulled him down against her breast as they both caught their breath. Jon moved to her side and nuzzled into her neck.
"I love you." Sansa said softly. Jon kissed her cheek and muttered the words back to her, raising his head when he heard a sharp knocking on their door.
"I will take the head of whoever is disturbing me now." Jon cursed pulling the sheets back and over his wife as he stumbled out of bed. He grabbed his tagged britches and shook them out before stepping into them and opening his door.
"Your Grace we've received another envoy from the Freys." Tyrion said. "Sam wanted to wait till morning, but I knew you would not be pleased if we waited." Jon knew it must be serious if Tyrion took it upon himself to wake him. Sansa sat up clutching the sheets to her chest. "Lady Sansa perhaps you should stay abed. His Grace can fill you in." Jon looked back at Sansa and nodded, closing the door to give her privacy.
"What folly has Walder Frey committed this time?" Jon asked.
Tyrion walked over to the table where Sam stood with a box and a parchment and Lord Varys. Jon took the parchment and scanned it quickly. He tore it in half and opened the box.
"Call our banners. Wake Lady Mormont and prepare for a funeral. Tell her of her older sister's faith. Tell her she will be avenged in Fire and Blood." Jon said. "Take her hands and her head to Gods Wood Sam. I don't want Sansa to see them here in our home."