Back with another chapter for you guys!
Dear bookcritic021003, thanks so much! You're amazing for the help. My Irish friend's surname is O'Brady and he told me that I should put Ygritte's surname as such but spelt as the old way as I was stuck on a surname for her but he never told me the difference between the genders. I assumed it would be like a family name and he never caught on. Thanks so much again!
The doorbell rang and Sansa answered it since she was passing by. The gate manager seemed to let people through to the door a lot these days. She'd need to check up on that some time.
"Uncle Edmure!" Sansa exclaimed, giving the man a hug. She stepped aside to let him and his family inside.
"Mum, Dad and Uncle Brynden are coming down the driveway. The gate manager didn't let their taxi through," he told her as she hugged her Aunt Roslin even though they were close in age and calling her 'aunt' was weird and her little cousin, Minnie.
Sansa gave them a smile. "I'll walk down with them. Let Beric sort you guys out," she told them.
She headed outside, not bothering with a coat, and jogged down the driveway to meet her grandfather and his brother annoying her grandmother with a slight disagreement.
"Grandad, Grandma and Uncle Brynden!" She called out, waving.
When she met them, she quickly hugged them all before leading the way back up to the manor.
"Jon said Uncle Edmure was coming for business reasons. How come all of you came down too?" Sansa asked them as soon as they stepped into the warmth of the manor.
"For Jon's inauguration of course!" Uncle Brynden replied. "You better have bedrooms on offer. Hoster isn't paying for any stupid hotel."
Sansa chuckled. "We have four rooms on offer, don't worry." She sighed wistfully. "Grandad and Grandma will take Robb's old room. It's the third master bedroom on the second floor. Uncle Brynden, you'll take Jon's old room in the first tower."
Brynden smiled and winked at her. "I know my way, girl," he said, heading off with his travel bag.
Her grandparents looked around the house in awe and recognition, smiling when they saw family portraits and expensive art pieces.
"It's been a long while," her grandmother sighed wistfully. "What's with all the flowers?" She asked.
"Jon's getting married next week. His fiancée and I have started planning today," explained Sansa as she led them upstairs to their room and she noticed Beric directing her uncle and aunt to their guest bedroom. "It's an intimate affair, I'm sure he has you all on the guest list."
"He should have something big," grumbled Hoster. "He's a lord, not a commoner!"
Sansa shook her head. "You know Jon's not for the fancy and large events," she told them. "Here we are," she said, letting them through into the room.
Robb's things had either been donated or given to Jon or Bran. Some things such as old trophies and furniture were in the attic. All that remained of the eldest Stark child was a baby photo of him by the fireplace.
Sansa held her breath when she realised that she hadn't entered the room since he died. She used to steal his jumpers that he'd left when he went to live with Jon during Medical school and eventually his wife. Sometimes, she escaped to his room for comfort and read his books or slept in his bed, especially after her traumatising marriage. She did the same in Jon's old room but then she'd seen a big spider and avoided it. Whenever her brothers went away or were busy, she'd stay in the manor and wear their jumpers and jackets for comfort. Her parents had left her alone to grieve in her little way.
"It's not dusty at all," Minisa said, placing her bags on the bed. "Although, I'd like these curtains drawn," she sighed, opening them up to allow light in. She headed to the fireplace and picked up the photo of baby Robb. "Such a handsome lad he was."
Hoster nodded, joining his wife. "He didn't deserve death."
Sansa's eyes watered and she shakily wished them to settle in well before walking out and wiping her tears away.
She had been okay with her grief but little things like a childhood photo or sound recording made her cry. She wasn't sure if they were happy ones from reminiscing or sad ones from just missing him.
She had two older brothers who'd kill for her. One who had the same colour hair like her and charming wit. One who had the same colour eyes like her and dignified empathy. Now, only one remained by her side.
"Where is Jon?" She heard someone question behind her.
She turned around and gave her uncle a smile. "He's been called into work," she said. "Arya's at school and Bran's in the dining room taking his lessons. Oh, our uncle from our dad's side, Benjen, is here too. He stays and sleeps in the library."
Edmure smiled. "Ah, Benjen. We met long ago as young boys. Funny chap he is."
"I'll call him for you. Would you and Aunt Roslin want to eat? You must have left early in the morning to get here!" Sansa said, checking her watch to see that it was eleven in the morning.
"We'd love to eat, thanks." Edmure nodded.
His wife and daughter appeared behind him nervously. They had met Catelyn and Robb once but not the rest of the family.
Roslin had not come from a wealthy background as the family which stood before her. Her lineage was full of fishermen and seamstress. She had learnt that her father had been killed and a part of her didn't even care when she received the call from her siblings.
They followed Sansa downstairs just as Benjen exited the library and greeted Edmure just as enthusiastically as the man asked of him earlier.
They made their way into the informal dining room where Sansa ordered the chef to prepare a grand breakfast for her family members. She left them alone to continue wedding planning with Daenerys via phone.
It took a good four hours but they'd got through most things like the Bridal Party, colour scheme, wedding outfits and flowers. Sansa had even begun designing and creating the bridesmaids' dresses and two little suits for Neddy and Baby Sammy.
"There you are!"
Sansa turned away from her work desk to see her grandmother beaming at her, curious about her surroundings.
"Need any help, dearie?" Minisa asked.
"No," said Sansa with a slight shake of her head. "I've got it covered."
Minisa began to chuckle, taking a seat and placing it beside Sansa's before sitting down on it. "Do you wonder where you got your designing skills from? Me."
Sansa was intrigued. "You did sewing?"
"All the works. I've designed a couple of pieces. Your grandfather didn't want me working since he had money from the farm and with your mother marrying into your father's family, your father gave us a large sum as thanks for marrying my little Cat. They may not have had love at first sight but they grew to adore each other and have six children between them." Minisa beamed. "If your brother's wedding is next week, you'll need all the help to sew many outfits."
"Can you help me?" Sansa asked, suddenly shy.
Minisa nodded. "Of course! We'll make this wedding one for everyone to remember! Your brother deserves the best."
"I've started already but I'll need to also design Bran, Edd and Sam's suits. As well as Wommard's. Sam's Jon's best friend, Edd's their mate and Wommard's Dany's old school friend who's married to her best friend. He has a nickname but you won't get it," she said lightly. "Beric has just texted that he's arrived at Arya's school to pick her up soon."
"Where are you going?"
"I need to speak to someone. I'll be back as soon as possible," Sansa said with a smile. "I've written down everyone's measurements. Dany's bridesmaids are Arya, Gilly, Missy and me."
"And Gilly and Missy are who?" Minisa asked, looking at the notebook full of information.
Sansa smiled. "Gilly's Jon's best mate's wife and they're Little Sam's parents - Jon's godson. Missandei or 'Missy' is Dany's best friend who's married to Wommard."
She gave her grandmother further instructions before getting dressed in her bathroom and finally making her way outside.
She met Domeric by the gates and gave him a short hug which was awkward, to say the least.
"What did you want to tell me?" She asked, almost breathless.
Domeric blushed. "My dad's left me the estate. He and his wife and son are moving to Essos."
"Wow, that's great Dom! You can..." She trailed off, not really knowing what to say. "When is your official ceremony?"
"In a month. Dad's got some loose ends to tie up before they leave. I'd like you and Jon to come. As a sign of goodwill and hopefully, new starts. I know that my brother and father didn't treat your family well but for centuries, the Starks and Boltons have lived side by side in peace. I hate my family for how they treated you because..." He trailed off, suddenly feeling frightened.
Sansa urged him. "Because?"
His blue eyes met her grey ones and he gave her a soft smile. "When I heard that our parents wanted you and Ramsay together, I got into an argument with Ramsay. I was this close into following him outside and running his arse over but I kept my feelings away."
"Why?" Sansa whispered.
"It made sense if you and I got together. I'm only a year older than Ramsay and your brothers. I'm unmarried, heir to the Bolton estate. It just made sense but even then," he stopped himself.
"Then?" She goaded gently.
Domeric blushed. "I couldn't help but fall in love with you. Everything that made you perfect in every way. I didn't want to cause any conflict and to say I was glad when your parents shut down the engagement would be saying the least. I was ecstatic, I even called your brothers out to go get some drinks on me."
Sansa searched his eyes, feeling slightly unnerved. But she didn't see any malice or lies in his words or his eyes. She remembered days where he'd just observe her and she always wondered what he saw in her.
"I wanted you to be happy. I knew you wouldn't go for someone like especially after Ramsay. It broke my heart and you had your brothers suddenly closing you off from the rest of the world. Where you went, so did they or your parents. There was no way of getting to speak to you, tell you how I felt without one of your family members coming against me because of my family name. I'm not like them. I'm different. Now, I can make you happy, Sansa."
He took her hand and kissed it which made her blush and gasp. He let go, he so desperately wanted to do more but he couldn't touch her without her permission. He wouldn't ever do anything without her permission.
"Dom, I..." She searched his eyes, not knowing what to say in reply. There were times when she'd daydream about being with Domeric but that was when she was a young naive girl who wanted to marry a prince and have lots of money and be famous. She wasn't that stupid girl anymore. She was a strong woman.
"I'll give you a month until my official ceremony. If you say-"
"I'm sorry I can't." She'd been married to one Bolton and she wasn't willing to do that again.
Domeric's face fell and he nodded, planting on a smile on his face. "Well, my offer still stands for you and Jon to come. Thanks for hearing me out."
He walked away from her, back to his home. He didn't look back but it seemed as if he was wiping his face. The snow soon began to fall and he disappeared from her sight.
Sansa was about to enter through the gates but she was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Hello, Sansa."
She turned around and gasped in surprise, launching herself into her old friend's arms happily.
"Oly!" She cried out. "I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too. I was surprised when I got your text last night. You haven't really noticed me at uni."
Sansa blushed. "I've been going through some stuff..."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about... Your brothers and parents were good people," Olyvar said quietly. "I went through some stuff myself. My fiancé and I called it quits."
"Oh," sighed Sansa. "I'm sorry. You guys were perfect for each other."
Olyvar smiled. "We were. What about you and Ramsay?"
"We're done. For good." Sansa snapped. She regretted it the moment his face frowned. "Sorry. Again, some stuff."
He nodded and gave her another tight hug. "This was a flying visit but give me a call or a text any time. I missed my best friend."
"I missed you too," she said with a smile. "I better go too. My extended family are over."
She gave him one last hug and he got into his car, driving off as she waved at him.
She headed back inside and saw that her grandfather and great-uncle were now speaking with Bran, asking him about his progress with school work and his recovery.
"Arya will be home soon," she told them. "Do you need anything?"
All of them shook their heads and Sansa nodded, leading Bran's tutor out before heading upstairs to see how her grandmother was doing.
"How's it going?"
Minisa gave her a smile. "It's going well. I've managed to find materials for the dresses and pocket handkerchiefs. I'll pick them up soon. Is the bride sure about the colour red?"
Sansa nodded. "Very sure. Red's her colour. Well, if you have the wedding planning sorted, I should start sorting out the event this Saturday."
"Have you got the catering sorted for both events? If he wants an intimate wedding, he needs to have a big party for his ceremony at least. I'm sure your father had a contact book full of big names we can invite."
"I've got that sorted. I'll get Beric to drive you when Arya returns. I also need some materials for something so I'll also write up how much I need of them," said Sansa. "I'll also give you my card so you can buy everything."
The women spent the next couple hours organising the two events before Minisa was finally driven to go and get the materials.
Jon had come home just after six in the evening just in time for dinner. To say he was surprised seeing they had family over to stay would be saying the least.
"If we'd known you were getting married next week, we would have come along with you when you visited Ireland," Hoster grumbled out.
"It was a spur of the moment thing. I got my marriage license today," replied Jon. "I guess I realised waiting wasn't for us. We love each other and we should get married as soon as we can."
"That's good, lad. You all deserve happiness. I'm sure your sisters like your wife-to-be?" Hoster asked as they walked to the formal dining room where everyone else was preparing to eat.
Jon smiled at his step-grandfather. "They adore her. Even Bran. She treats them like they're her own siblings. She cares a lot."
Hoster nodded although he didn't smile. The man rarely did but he did give the young man a ghost of a smile. That had made Jon chuckle.
"Thought you didn't smile?"
Hoster nudged him. "What about you, boy? You don't smile and don't test me. I need to keep my grumpiness persona up. If you say anything, I'll deny all."
"I'll deny all too," replied Jon.
Hoster gave him a pointed look and Jon laughed, going to sit at the head of the table as Hoster took the other end with his brother by his side.
"The food looks lovely!" Roslin said. "I've never seen so much exquisite food." She blushed.
"Take as much as you like," Sansa told her. "What do you do for work, Aunt Roslin?"
The blonde smiled warmly. "I'm just a personal assistant. My hours work around Minnie."
"What company?" Arya asked curiously.
"Lannister Architecture. I work in the branch down in Lannisport. Rarely see the boss but I'm the PA to a manager there," Roslin said.
"We're familiar with the Lannisters," replied Sansa. "Jaime's wife is a friend of mine and I used to date his nephew. His brother and I are quite good friends too."
Roslin tilted her head. "Oh, really? Tyrion is a lovely man. Comes down to give us cupcakes if it's a public holiday! You're a model, right? You must know their sister."
"Know her?" Arya said bitterly. "She's my ex-boyfriend's stepmother who has a grudge against me. Probably because Sansa dumped her little angel."
Jon raised his eyebrow at Arya stabbing her steak. He wondered what Gendry had done for them to break up. Last he knew, they were happy in love, snogging each other's faces off.
Roslin awkwardly chuckled. "Well, Jon? What do you do? I'm sure Edmure's told me but I've seemed to forget."
"I'm a doctor," said Jon.
"A good one at that!" Hoster said proudly.
Jon blushed. "Yes. I am a good doctor, I hope." He joked lightly. "Very fulfilling-"
"Lord Stark, you have a guest," Beric told him, entering the room with Edward in his arms. "His mother and grandfather were called into work."
Sansa gasped in surprise as she stood up to take the baby into her arms with a grin.
"Hello, you!" She cooed. "Thank you, Beric."
"Yes, thank you," said Jon.
Beric bowed with a slight smile on his face and left leaving the family to coo over the baby.
"Grandad, Grandma, Uncle Edmure and Uncle Brynden, you've met my son Edward," said Jon, taking his son into his arms to stop Sansa from pinching his cheeks and making silly faces at the child.
"Handsome lad!" Minisa chuckled, waving at Edward.
"Aunt Roslin, meet my son."
Roslin gave the child a bright smile and told her young daughter to say 'hello' to her cousin's child.
"That's your second cousin," she told the child. "That means your cousin's child. If it was your mummy or daddy's cousin's child, that would be your third cousin."
Minnie nodded and waved shyly at the baby who didn't even regard her but focused on his father's locks.
Jon noticed that Ghost had stalked in silently, almost frightening Minnie as he did so. The canine was protective of his son which made Jon happy but they were in the formal dining room, a forbidden room for any pets.
"Ghost, out!" Jon ordered quietly.
Ghost stared at him and then scoffed before stalking back out, slower than he'd entered. The canine then circled a spot just outside the archway and settled there on his stomach, watching Edward intently.
"You've trained that dog well," Brynden said. "Very protective of your little boy."
Jon smiled proudly and felt slightly guilty for telling the dog to leave so he got an empty plate and put some steak on it.
"Give it to Ghost please, Arya."
Arya complied and got out of her seat to put the plate down in front of Ghost who waited until she sat back down to eat to eat his steak slowly.
"I've had him for a long while. He's not too well and unfortunately, any day now he might leave us," said Jon. He smiled at the dog who perked up at the sound of his voice before going back to eat.
Neddy had begun to fuss in his arms and he asked the chef who had come in to check on everyone to prepare something for the child.
"Oh, and can you make some chicken nuggets for Minnie? I'm sure she'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Minnie blushed, nodding as she pushed her steak away. She wasn't used to the fancy eating either.
The chef happily nodded and left where she came out of with a promise to get chicken nuggets and chips for Minnie and something for Neddy.
The sound of cutlery hitting glass continued and small talk and conversations began. It was not awkward, just unusual.
The siblings had grown used to eating at different times of the day but when they moved back to the manor, they'd eat together or occasionally just three of them if Jon was working.
Now, they had family over or friends if the Reed children, Daenerys or Sam and Gilly came over.
"Sansa is starting her own business," Arya said proudly to her grandmother. "Jon's also allowed me to move to Braavos in the Summer."
Minisa beamed, congratulating her granddaughters in their achievements. Her eyes sparkled with tears and she picked up her napkin to dab at them.
"If only your mother could see you now." She sighed wistfully. "My little Cat would be so proud. So so proud."
Arya took her sister's hand and gave it a slight squeeze before letting go and continuing to eat.
The chef returned with some gourmet baby food and chicken nuggets with chips for the children and Minnie immediately dug in as Jon struggled to get Neddy to eat his food.
"Let me try," said Roslin gently as she took the child from his father and began to feed him with ease. "All you need is a woman's touch," she joked. "I'm sure his mother struggles sometimes."
Jon gave her a small smile. Until recently, he barely knew the child and a part of him ached that he couldn't be there for all his milestones up until this moment. Apparently, Neddy had begun crawling a month prior. He could also stand with ease and proudly turned to his parents when they observed that he could do so. He called Jon 'Dada' which made the man surprised as the child barely knew him. Ygritte had smiled before berating herself for leaving it this long for them to meet. Neddy also said 'Mama'.
Lately, Neddy had started trying to say his uncle and aunts' names. He referred to Sansa as 'Sassa', Arya as 'Ah-Ah' and Bran as 'Ann'. It made the family laugh in pride at the child's progress.
A part of Jon wondered if Neddy being slightly uncomfortable in his presence was the reason for him seldom refusing to eat from his hand. He'd accept Sansa as the woman devoted her time to the child sometimes - Jon had thought her as broody. It made Jon sad but he kept trying. It was still early days.
Well to be fair, Ygritte had told him that Neddy preferred breast milk as opposed to solids so at times he was fussy with her.
"I wouldn't mind another baby," Roslin continued to Jon as Neddy began to eat what was being stuffed into his small cheeks. The child also liked keeping his food in his cheeks before throwing it up all over Jon.
"Minnie's five now so maybe it's time. She's quite independent," gushed Edmure. "She will be a great big sister and I'm not getting any younger."
The age difference between Edmure and Roslin was known. Roslin was twenty-nine years old which was even a year older than Jon.
If Eddard was still alive, he would have been fifty-three, Catelyn the same and the woman was sixteen years older than her younger brother making Edmure thirty-seven years old and putting eight years difference between him and his young wife.
"What about you Sansa? Any prospective partners?" Edmure gently asked knowing that the last time they'd spoken, it had been to inform her of his crazy sister's proposal. Her grandparents hadn't even known since they avoided her insane aunt.
"I'm trying to get through my last year at university before even thinking about relationships again. I've only just broken off my last one," she replied. No one out of their immediate family, the Boltons, Theon Greyjoy and Dany knew about what happened between her and Ramsay.
"You've got all the time in the world," her grandmother said. "I'm sure there's someone special out there for you."
Sansa glanced down at her plate and nodded. She had Domeric who confessed his love for her after all this time and now there was someone else who she'd been getting close to. Sure both prospects were older - she had a type - but her mind and heart battled against each other.
Jon noticed her and he nudged her knee under the table making her look up and smile around the table.
"Anyone up for some dessert?" She said.
Everyone nodded and the conversations grew more, getting louder as Brynden laughed at something Bran had said. Osha had looked baffled until Hoster explained what he meant.
Sansa stood up, her eyes meeting Jon's as he got the message and excused himself from the table to help her.
When they got to the kitchen, the chef was busy cutting the Victoria sponge cake into equal slices.
She gave them a bright smile, telling them she wouldn't take too long in making the slices more attractive to eat or simply stare at.
The siblings nodded and sat at the island away from the chef's busy work.
"Dom... Dom told me he loved me," admitted Sansa. "I used to dream about being with him but then I grew up and found out that life wasn't all roses and gumdrops. I-I can't forget that his brother hurt me and nearly destroyed me. If I begin a relationship with him, all I'd see is his brother."
Jon sighed heavily. "Robb and I knew that Domeric held some candle for you. Who wouldn't? Sansa, whatever you decide, you must be ready. Don't jump into things for the hell of it. You did and look what happened. Then you need to think of Domeric as a different person. Domeric is not Ramsay and he isn't his father. When Catelyn told Robb and me to stay away from our good friend, we weren't happy but we did it because we wanted you to be happy. Everything needs to be on your terms."
Sansa nodded. "Not only that I always think about Ramsay... I might like someone else. Not Loras, we're done - that was just lust but... I've found someone who gets me."
"Is it Tyrion?" Jon asked quietly.
Sansa gasped. She almost forgot that her brother had eyes like a hawk. "He's nice, Jon. He cares about me and he treats me with respect."
"So, you do like him?"
She nodded, feeling the weight off her shoulders. "I know we barely know each other but I know some members of his family, I've met them and his dad... I know what I want."
Jon searched her eyes before finally nodding. "Yeah. I hope he makes you happy because if he doesn't-"
"I'll call my personal bodyguard, also known as, my older brother on him." She chuckled. "I need to stand on my own two feet, Jon. I've got this."
He kissed her head lightly before giving her a tight hug. He sniffled.
"Are you crying?" She laughed.
"No," came his mumbled reply. "It's just that... you've come a long way from that young woman who jumped into marriage with a stranger. It's hard, okay?"
Sansa nodded, feeling her own tears coming. "I'll take all the time in the world this time. There's no rush."
"You know how hard that was for Dad, Catelyn, Robb and me. When I got home that night after going to the pub, I got a call from Robb. He had a nightmare that Ramsay did kill you. I rushed over there and we just cried in each other's arms feeling so guilty for not being there when you needed us the most. We always let it slide because you promised us.
We should have known better. We promised to be better brothers. We had to protect you and Arya. So, it's going to be hard when you finally find someone and I'm going to have to give you away after being there since you were born. I made a vow to you the day after you were hospitalised. I won't break it ever."
Sansa hugged him tighter than before and smiled. Sure, they weren't the closest of siblings but growing up made her realised that Jon wasn't like her mother had said when she was little. He was the guiding star all of them needed.
They returned to the dining room with dessert in tow and everyone continued the night in a happier and more joyous manner. Laughing, giggling, jokes and stories of old went on until eight when everyone finally either retreated to the informal living room to watch TV or to their respective rooms.
Upstairs, Arya laid in her bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. She threw her phone on to the end of her bed to stop her from looking at photos of her and Gendry.
Above her, Sansa texted Tyrion to ask him if he'd come to Jon's ceremony. She frowned when she didn't receive a reply within twenty minutes.
But then she did.
From Tyrion:
I'd love to attend. Thank you for the invite.
She grinned happily and quickly typed out a reply.
To Tyrion:
Wonderful. I will send over an online invite for you to show to the gate manager. See you this weekend.
He didn't reply but it didn't matter. He'd already accepted her invitation. That was all that mattered. It made her heart speed up and she laid back on her bed, a small smile playing on her lips.
Bran used his dresser to pull himself up from his wheelchair and took staggered steps forward until he reached his bed. He felt his legs shaking but he remained standing as he gripped onto the headboard.
He smiled at his effort and finally got into bed with slight difficulty and sighed in relief when he pulled his duvet over his legs. His eyes met the wheelchair seven steps away from him and he knew that he'd make the effort to get there tomorrow morning.
Bran grinned. He was no longer the 'crippled boy'.
...
Friday came, the day before Jon's inauguration. Sansa had no lectures as it was revision season and Jon finally had a day off until Sunday before his annual leave.
"Dragonstone Restaurant?" Sansa asked twelve minutes until twelve.
Jon smiled. "We haven't been there since Robb died."
"I know," she said, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I think it's long overdue."
He nodded and headed up the stairs. "Let me get dressed in something nicer. I'll meet you by the Range Rover if I take too long."
During the week, Jon had got TV servicing and bought three new cars for himself, Sansa and Arya. He told his sisters that it was their late birthday gifts from him. Sansa had a new black Tesla and Arya had a white - with black stripes on the hood - Mini Cooper convertible.
Sansa decided to get dressed in something nicer too, opting for a black long-sleeved bodycon dress and black pumps. She put on some light makeup, deciding to make an effort in looking good since the restaurant was high end. She finished her outfit up with a fluffy vest jacket and black crossover bag she had made after finishing the wedding outfits.
Running a hand through her hair, she decided that she would make it completely blonde next week before the wedding. She quickly gave it a brush.
"Ready?" Jon asked when she stepped out of her room.
She nodded. "You clean up nice."
"Having a fashion designer as a sister helps," he replied making her smile.
He wore a simple suit with a white button up and a Rolex watch which had been one of Robb's. It was the one he'd surprised his late brother with for his eighteenth birthday.
They headed downstairs and got into his car which Beric had already started up for them.
The drive to the restaurant was filled with reminiscing about going with Robb and how they started going there in the first place. She'd been sixteen and Arya, Bran and Rickon had been in school as she took time off after having her appendix taken out so her brothers had picked her up from the hospital as Ned and Catelyn worked and took her to Dragonstone.
She'd ordered many things and her brothers happily paid for it, even taking takeaways for the rest of the family.
"I miss Robb," Sansa said, her voice breaking. "I miss him yelling how much of a dumbarse I am in front of the other diners. I miss calling him out for being a dickhead himself and you just caught in the middle of it amused."
"I miss him too."
They soon arrived at the restaurant and parked before going up to the waiting area.
When they got to the front of the line, Sansa took over in sweet-talking the host into giving them a table as they had not made a reservation which they normally did.
"You're that model, aren't you?" The man asked. "I've seen your face on a few websites when shopping for my girlfriend. Sure, let me see if we have any cancellations."
They didn't have long to wait until they were seated at a table with a view of the chefs who performed cooking tricks.
"I'll have the salmon with white wine. I'll text Beric to pick Arya up or let Uncle Benjen borrow my car to get her if Beric's occupied," said Sansa as she looked through the menu.
"Might just go with the risotto," Jon replied. "I'll leave drinking for tomorrow."
As they ate, they talked about the time they last came here. It had been four months since Sansa left Ramsay and she had been paranoid that people would see the scars left behind so Robb and Jon took her shopping, allowing her to come out of her shell. Afterwards, they came to where they were now and Robb got her three red velvet cakes. She gave them her other two, happy at the gesture but a part of her looked over her shoulder and believed that she was a dead woman walking.
"A lot has changed," said Sansa. "Last time we were here, I was so frightened."
"Now you're happy. You'll get there, don't worry," Jon replied, placing a hand on hers. "Hey, I got you something as a 'thank you' for everything you've done for me."
He reached into his pocket and gave her a small navy blue box with a smile.
"I hope you like it. It was a pain to get," he said.
Sansa gasped and opened up the box to reveal a pair of earrings. Her eyes watered and she looked up at her brother in surprise.
"I... I saw these on Mum. It's the Scorpio star sign in the colour of yellow topaz, our birthstone... How did you get this? Mum was buried with them."
"I didn't get them from her. I tracked down where she got hers and had them specially made," he told her, gesturing to a small detail on the earrings. "Your initials. 'SSS'."
"Sansa Sofia Stark," Sansa said softly. "Jon, I-I..." She placed a shaking hand on her mouth in shock as she studied the earrings.
All she used to ever want was to be like her mother. Strong and beautiful.
"I-I didn't get you anything," she breathed out.
"You made me the suit and gave me Robb's watches. It's fine. You've helped Dany and me so much with our wedding. You deserve the best." Jon wiped her tears.
She got up and pulled him to stand to give him a tight hug. "You're the best," she mumbled in his chest before kissing his cheek. "Let me pay for dinner."
"I've got this-"
"Nope, I have. You'll need to save for your honeymoon," she teased. She squeezed his hand and they both sat down and continued to eat their lunch.
When they had finished and Sansa had paid for the meals, Jon helped her put her coat on and offered her his arm which she accepted.
"There's an ice cream parlour across the street," he noted. "That wasn't there before."
"Let's go!" Sansa grinned. "I know it's cold but come on."
"No, I'm good. I'll get you some though."
Soon they were heading back home and when they got there, they found Arya strumming her old guitar softly.
"That's beautiful," said Sansa.
"Where did you guys go?" Arya asked them.
"Lunch. We got you and Bran ice cream," replied Jon. "Are you okay?"
Arya shrugged lightly, strumming the guitar into a sad melody. "I'm just thinking about Gendry..."
"What did happen between you two?" Jon asked, sharing a glance with Sansa.
"I broke things off. I need to stay focused on Fencing and I didn't want him to be a distraction. He needs to focus on himself," she mumbled.
She accepted a hug from Jon. She leant her head against his shoulder and sighed heavily.
"Breakups are hard. We've all been through it and it's really hard if it's your first love," said Jon. "As much as I said it was easy leaving Ygritte, it wasn't. I was fifteen when I fell in love with her but people change and grow apart. We wouldn't have made it."
"And you wouldn't be with Daenerys now, getting married," Sansa added with a smile. "It will be okay, Arya. There will be other people and if it's meant to be..."
"You and Gendry will find each other again." Jon finished.
Arya playfully rolled her eyes at her siblings, blushing. "Can I have that ice cream now, please?"
"One vanilla ice cream coming up," smiled Jon.
...
It was finally Saturday and Jon left his bedroom in the early hours to avoid his family members from bothering him to get ready and prepare him for his ceremony.
But a little part of Jon was still shocked at how he ended up in this position. His father was dead. His older uncle presumed dead or disinherited. His younger uncle preferred other places than home. Then there was Robb. Robb who was happily married with a healthy child on the way. Their short lives were taken just like that.
Jon decided to forego his jacket and went straight outside. It wasn't snowing any more and the snow had cleared up and now had clumps of ice randomly placed. He noticed Ghost's footsteps in a couple of dry ice and figured if Ghost had let himself out during the night to hunt.
The sun hadn't come out yet, it was around six in the morning but that didn't stop Jon from making his way over to the graveyard, wincing when the gate creaked open noisily. He'd have to get someone to oil that.
He walked over to his father's grave and sat in front of it, sighing heavily.
"Hello, Dad... How's it going up there?" He asked. He knew he wasn't going to get a reply but it helped to talk. "This isn't supposed to happen, Robb should be here. I wasn't even a spare; I was hoping to move somewhere else as soon as Robb took over. Not to hurt him or the others, just so I could be happy. Robb wouldn't have needed me by then. We'd be old and grey. I'd probably be a lone wolf like Uncle Benjen. Robb and Talisa would have had many kids for the rest of us to spoil..." Tears ran down his cheeks as his voice broke. "Anyway, hope you're enjoying your Guinness up there."
Jon stood up and smiled softly at Catelyn's gravestone before moving onto Robb's and leaning against it.
"I'm back again. You can't get rid of me," he said lightly. "Do you want to switch places? You'll still be alive with Talisa and your baby and I'd be dead. It would be better off that way."
He felt something hit his body and he frowned, turning to see Ghost panting heavily at him; the canine's tongue dripping with saliva out of its mouth as it walked backwards.
"Ghost," Jon breathed out.
Ghost stalked up to him, nuzzling his leg before settling down and seemingly falling asleep.
"As I was saying," chuckled Jon. "It would be better of that way."
He yawned and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He shivered a little and hoped he wouldn't catch a cold. The last one he had that was bad was when he was eleven.
He'd been scared to tell anyone. Robb had got sick as well and was being treated with lots of soup and warm liquids from Catelyn as a young Jon berated himself for getting his brother sick. As everyone attended to the ginger-haired boy, the black haired child avoided everyone, preferring to stay in his room in the tower and sleep it off.
He remembered being too tired and feeling very weak and Mr Luwin had noticed when he failed to turn up for his weekly scheduled piano lessons and dinner.
He begged the old man to not say anything to anyone and Luwin had obliged, quickly getting the young boy healthy again.
As soon as Jon was fighting fit, everyone had found out anyway and he had been told off by Catelyn from giving it to Robb and keeping doing so to himself. She had all the other children separated from him even though he had not been contagious any more.
Jon fell asleep, the comfort of his beloved companion on his lap and brother's spirit around him.
...
"Where's Jon?!" Sansa cried out, rushing through every room of the house. "It's nearly eleven and the ceremony starts at quarter to twelve," she told Benjen who tiredly left the library.
"Calm down, I'm sure he's fine," her uncle said. "Have you checked outside?"
Sansa gave him a look. "It may not be snowing but it still is minus five degrees out there! He'd be crazy to go out in this weather. Even for us!"
Benjen went back inside the library to put his jacket on before heading back out and leading the way outside.
"And guests will be arriving soon," Sansa continued, listing off everything which was due to happen in order. "I've been dressed since ten and I also managed to get the others ready too so at least that's out of the way-"
As she talked on, Benjen pushed open the graveyard gate and entered, Sansa hot on his tails in her heels.
They stopped in front of Robb's grave.
"Crisis averted," Benjen said, gesturing to Jon still asleep.
Sansa gasped, kneeling down to feel his cheeks. "He's frozen cold! His lips are blue. I'm no doctor but he might-"
"Wake him up."
She gently patted his cheek and Jon sturred, finally waking to see two pairs of grey eyes on him. "What...?"
"You fell asleep," Sansa said gently. "We've been looking for you for ages. Your car wasn't here."
Jon frowned. "I let Sam borrow it last night. They haven't got a usable car at the moment."
"Come on, let's get you inside," said Benjen, helping his nephew stand up. Jon staggered and the older man quickly stabled him, letting him lean against his body.
Sansa took to Jon's other side, supporting him from there. "Why were you outside?"
"Just missed Robb," said Jon, almost a whisper.
Sansa's bottom lip quivered and she looked over her shoulder at the graves behind them. She missed them too.
"Let's get something hot down you, yeah?" She smiled.
After eating breakfast with the rest of the family - and something hot - Jon headed upstairs to get dressed.
Just as he was about to put his shirt on, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Ygritte."
She let herself in and closed the door behind her. She went to sit by the fireplace and gave him a soft smile.
"Today's the first day of your new life," she said.
"Yeah." He swallowed deeply.
"I meant what I said about Neddy taking your name. By his birthday, he'll be a Stark."
Jon gave her a nod. "Thank you. About-"
"No. Let's just forget that it happened. I better head back down-"
A knock cut her off and Daenerys let herself in, surprised to see Ygritte there but she didn't question it.
"Told you she'd come. I know you doctors are always on call but look who's here," Ygritte said, making Jon confused.
Daenerys gave him a smile and kissed his confusion away. "How are you?"
"I'll leave you lovebirds alone." Ygritte winked at them and left the room. She leant against the wall and sighed sadly, blinking her tears away as the memory of another woman kiss the man she loved scarred her mind.
She caught Sansa's eyes who was making her way over to check on her brother. They didn't say anything but Ygritte accepted the hug.
"I just want him to be happy," Ygritte whispered. "But how can I let him when my heart hurts so bad. And I'm the one who rejected-"
The door opened and the couple exited, giving the ginger-haired women curious glances as to why they were hugging in front of his room.
"Ygritte's investing in my fashion line," said Sansa, a fake bright smile on her lips.
Ygritte quickly nodded, playing along. "Just about a hundred grand should do it. I have some friends who are willing to invest even more in marketing and branding..."
Jon proudly looked at his sister, giving her a tight hug. "Soon, it will actually start up. Have you got prototypes to show the investors?"
"I was hoping to use your Bridal Party wear if it's okay," asked Sansa as she stole a slight glance at Ygritte.
"Of course!" Daenerys said. "It's your hard work after all!"
"And my grandmother's but I might have her join the team, give her something to do in Ireland other than shearing sheep or milking cows," the younger woman joked.
"We need to head downstairs," said Jon. "Otherwise people would ask where the man of the hour is."
Sansa gave him a playful glared but led the way downstairs, patting Ygritte on the shoulder slightly before they headed to the ground floor and parted ways.
Soon, everyone had arrived and it was time for the official signing of the legal papers and the declaration.
Arya had teased her brother for being nervous but she did sympathise with him as this wasn't originally his birthright.
Sansa had been preoccupied making sure everyone looked good for photos, the decorations were on point, the food was excellent and Tyrion was there.
"You'll be fine," Daenerys whispered into Jon's ear. "If you're nervous, just think about us getting married next week."
Jon turned to face her, placing a kiss on her cheek. She smiled at him and left his side to talk to Sam and Gilly.
"Lord Stark," he heard.
He glanced towards Tyrion's way and gave him a firm nod. "Tyrion."
"May I extend my congratulations for today?"
"Thank you," said Jon. "Have you seen Sansa?"
Tyrion shook his head. "She's busy with Ygritte."
Jon frowned. "You know Ygritte?"
"Who doesn't," Tyrion replied lightly. "I mean, my brother-in-law has invited me to observe photo-"
"I do not tolerate liars, Tyrion," Jon said, raising an eyebrow. "I know what she did-does. It's through her how you and my sister met, isn't it?"
Tyrion faltered, words suddenly not coming out of his sharp-witted mouth. He merely gave Jon a sheepish look.
"You also saved my sister's life." Jon continued. "I am thankful for that. I've warned Ygritte about hurting my sister and I'll do the same to you. If you ever hurt her then I will waste no time in getting shot of you."
Tyrion nodded quickly and gave Sansa a small smile when she looked over with a grin. Her eyes sparkled, something Shae's never did.
He shook Jon's hand. "Thanks for the talk," he said and left.
Finally, after signing endless papers and being declared the rightful Lord of Winterfell Estate, Jon allowed himself to sigh in relief and take his first sip of alcohol for the day.
"It's official," Sansa said with her own glass of white wine. "The rest of the intended inheritance, for now, should be transferred into your account by tomorrow. Then, all we have to do it wait until you're over thirty to get the rest."
"Have you and Mr Reed spoken about the law firm?" Jon asked her.
She nodded. "I have shares coming into my account on a weekly basis. I've allowed him to hire more employees albeit only two. If I'm to get a steady income from the firm, we can't afford to take on much staff. Luckily, Mum and Dad set up a household employee fund for the staff here. We can only accommodate Nan, Wylis and Beric."
"That's fine. I'll go over costs and spendings next week. I've got it covered."
Sansa sighed. "The thing is, their staff quarters needs repairing. Whilst we weren't living here, a fuse went off and the old electrics in their kitchen burnt most of the appliances there. There's damage to the ceilings and Nan's room is directly above it so-"
"We'll get that sorted as soon as possible. Might need to let them stay in Bran's old room and the two nurseries by Arya's room," said Jon. "We can easily put up temporary beds in the nurseries."
"We also need to cut down on food spending especially. The costs are high-" She began.
"We've had parties," he replied.
She nodded. "I know but overall, we might cut down on how much meat we buy. I never thought that we'd still be counting the pennies after moving out of the flat..." She had a worried look in her eyes. "I just feel as if, we're going to be told we can't afford to live here ever again just like when we got those notices about late rent and no funds in our banks."
She felt his hand take hers and she gave him a watery smile.
"Don't you worry. I've got it all covered. All you need to think about is getting those investors coming in."
She glanced down at the notice of her lie but he didn't know that. She hoped Ygritte had actually called up some people to keep up appearances.
"You're wearing those earrings that I got you," Jon smiled.
Sansa nodded and slipped her hair behind her ear to let him get a closer look.
"Today is a big day for our family - I had to wear it." She glanced at his outfit, smug. "I did well. Fits really good too. Sure Dany's happy about that."
She burst out laughing when he blushed, almost hitting her playfully before he left her side to find his fiancée.
Sansa too found Tyrion and they engaged in an enthusiastic conversation, her hand seldom touching his shoulder.
"It's been a pleasure getting to know you. You're just like your mother," said Tyrion.
She beamed and a light blush crept on her cheeks. She brought her champagne flute to her lips and took a small sip.
"Everyone says that. They also say otherwise," she replied.
"What is 'otherwise'? Who says you aren't strong, ruthless and clever?" Tyrion asked, a frown forming on his lips. He took one of her hands.
"If you knew-"
"We've been over this, Sansa," tutted Tyrion. "I don't think any less of you. I haven't since the day we formally met each other in my car. You spoke of your burdens briefly. I'd like to know them."
Sansa glanced down. "I've just remembered something... I didn't catch on to you when you called me by my real name the first time. When you asked if I had a family. You're a good actor, had me fooled then." She smiled.
"I know things have been difficult for your family but it seems that you've been hurting since before half of them perished." Tyrion sighed, taking a sip from his glass.
"I have been," She admitted. "I haven't felt a connection so strong to anyone in my life before. I've had boyfriends but those were either driven by lust and danger but now..." She turned to him. "I feel safe with you and I don't know why. Your touch and words don't scare me."
"Your brother warned me. Is it to do with your past?"
"Yeah," she whispered, her eyes watering. "Shall we go to the drawing room? I feel like I have a story to tell."
She began walking, Tyrion falling into step with her. He seemed almost protective and she smiled to herself.
Her eyes met Jon's and he gave her an encouraging nod. She replied with a nod of her own before she and Tyrion disappeared behind the endless walls.
Bran froze when Meera's lips touched his. They were currently upstairs on the main balcony, observing the wildlife passing by as everyone conversed below them downstairs.
When they parted, they both smiled and blushed.
"I've wanted to do that for a while," she whispered softly. Her hand touched his cheek. "I know I'm a little older and my brother's your best friend but-"
She was silenced with a kiss.
"Now," Bran began when they parted again. "That was my... second kiss."
Meera began to laugh, wiping tears from her cheeks. "I know your family tell you this all the time but I'm proud of how far you've come. I know being in the car that killed your older brother and his wife in front of you wasn't easy. It sent you into a catatonic state and damaged your spine but you're getting better and more aware."
Bran's own eyes watered as he looked away, pain in his eyes as he relived the memory. Meera quickly drew his chin so he could look at her in the eyes.
"They would have been proud too." Meera smiled. "You always were strong and resilient."
The door opened and they both turned to the source.
"Is it official?" Arya asked. "You guys are together?" She smiled.
"We are," confirmed Bran.
Arya sniffled as tears slipped down her cheeks. She paused but tackled her younger brother with a tight hug.
"You guys make a lovely couple."
Downstairs, Daenerys pulled Jon away from the guests and outside into the garden.
"I'm glad to finally have some private time with you," said Jon as he laced their fingers together and walked around the estate.
"It's our last week as fiancée and fiancé. Soon, we'll be husband and wife," gushed Dany. "I never thought I'd meet someone who'd make me happy again. After losing Drogo and Rhaego, I told myself to never fall in love again but you came along and... these three months have been amazing, Jon." She breathed out.
Jon kissed her but a lingering thought in his mind taunted him. He'd felt this same way with another woman but after all those years on and off, he never proposed to her. Now, Daenerys... He popped the question after three months and it still baffled him.
He loved her, there was no denying that but he felt as if he was experiencing cold feet.
Whenever Ygritte came up in conversation or passed by or even said one word to him, his heart would speed up. Back in the past, she'd been one of the only ones to make him smile. Before she became the woman she was today. A stranger yet still the same.
"Aye, they have been," Jon replied with a small smile. "Can't wait until next Saturday."
A little while later, they returned back into the warmth where Jon spotted a familiar face. He left Daenerys' side but not before giving her a kiss.
"Domeric," said Jon once he reached him.
Domeric looked up and smiled at Jon, offering a hand which Jon took to shake. "Jon." He smiled. "Or should I say, Lord Stark?"
Jon returned the smile. "Well, Lord Bolton," he began, making Domeric chuckle. "It's good to see you."
Domeric nodded. "And you. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Yes, it has."
"It did surprise me when I got invited on short notice. I'm sure your sister told you-"
"That you loved her? I didn't even have to find out from her. Robb and I always knew," Jon replied.
Domeric looked sheepish. "I had to tell her. I couldn't keep it in."
"It's fine. She told me didn't love you. I don't know what to say to you about that-"
"I'm not Ramsay. Sure, I loved the psychopath because he was of my blood but I didn't get their crazy genes. That skipped a generation," said Domeric. "Anyway, let's move on from the fact that I harbour unrequited feelings for your sister and my family are arseholes and get on to the fact of us grabbing a drink some time?"
Jon chuckled. "Soon."
In the drawing room, Sansa finished telling Tyrion of her past. She then gulped her drink whole and placed a hand on her forehead.
"I haven't told people that other than who already knew from back then and my brother's fiancée," she said. "You see why I sometimes turn to alcohol?"
"I-I would too," Tyrion said quietly. "You didn't deserve that. I'm so-"
"Don't apologise. You didn't do anything. I've only just allowed myself to leave that in the past where it belongs. I need to work on being happy."
Tyrion placed a comforting hand on her knee and gave her a small smile. "You're doing a good job so far."
She returned the smile. "I'm starting up my own business. Going to find investors and Jon's got contacts. I'll be independent, something I've never been because I either had my parents or my brothers. I need to prove to myself that I can be smart."
"What is your business proposal?"
"Fashion. I'll dabble in a little bit of everything. I can produce pieces by myself and I'll add a customisable prospect to it. I'll make clothing based on what the customer prefers. I'll also do my own designs, maybe for bridal wear."
Tyrion stayed silent for a while, letting her talk animatedly about her ambitions and how she was going to get there.
"Would have a million help?" Tyrion asked, taking his chequebook out.
Sansa stopped and gasped, eyes wide. "Tyrion, I can't accept-"
"You can and you will. Everyone deserves a chance to live their dreams and I can make it happen," he replied, writing the cheque and handing it to her.
"I can't, Tyrion-"
"I won't hear any more of this, Sansa. We better return to the main hall."
He stood up and collected their empty glasses.
"An aunt of mine works for you," began Sansa. "Roslin Tully."
"Blonde, young and helpful assistant?" Tyrion asked.
She nodded. "Can you make sure she's treated well, please? She's family, and your father controls the branch she's at."
"My father and brother's employees will be reviewed in due time. With Jaime's indefinite leave and my father's taking of lesser hours, I'll make sure your aunt gets reviewed as soon as possible."
"Thank you. I know she's happy but with no chance of a promotion, since she has started, seems a bit unsettling for my uncle."
She stood up and followed him out back into the hall where everyone else enjoyed the event.
She saw Jon and Domeric talking and she smiled to herself, happy that they were rekindling their friendship. They both needed a friend or in Jon's case, more.
"I think today has been a great success," she said to Ygritte at the drinks table.
"I think so too," the older woman replied with a small smile.
Ygritte's eyes met Jon's and she took a long sip from her champagne. She wanted to look away but she couldn't bring herself to. She finally did when Daenerys turned up and placed a hand on his shoulder. The one where she wore her engagement ring. The man who spoke to Jon gasped in surprised before congratulating him with a hug and a handshake, even giving the woman beside her man a hug too.
Ygritte wondered if that man even recognised her on the many times she tagged along with Jon and Robb to pubs and bars. The man would sometimes come but he never talked to her or barely acknowledged her. Robb had then said that it was because of Jon 'claiming' her in a joking manner.
She felt tingly. Claiming her.
Now, the blonde woman had been claimed by him.