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Chapter 13: Fire and Ice, Day and Night

Sansa paced back and forth waiting to hear back from anyone. He had requested that while they swept through Kingslanding to get rid of any other Cersei followers, that she stay behind. She couldn't deny him this one request after everything she put him through already. Daenerys was eager to take her seat in the iron throne.

As soon as the kingdom was cleared, they would take settlement in the Castle while they prepared to pull together the largest army history had ever seen. One large enough to hopefully destroy the dead. Sansa was eager for Jon to return, it had been two days already and not a word. Cersei was still heavily guarded in a nearby tent, waiting her true and final judgement. Jamie had sworn his loyalties to the new Queen of Kingslanding and took leave with the army to rid the city of any enemy.

Arya was still at camp with Gendry, who practiced as much as he could with The Hound and with Lady Brienne who stayed behind to protect Sansa as usual. She also took a personal interest in making sure no one came to retrieve or let loose Cersei. Sansa missed desperately Jon's touch, she wanted him to hold her, and to tell her everything would be okay. Melisandre stepped into the tent breaking Sansa's concentration.

"Milady," Melisandre bowed her head in respect.

"Come in," Sansa greeted happily. She was glad to see a friendly face, "I heard it was your idea, the one that rescued me?"

"I only did as the Lord of Light Commanded, it was he who showed me the way," Melisandre smiled as she closed the tent flap behind her, "how are you feeling? Your wounds look to be healing nicely."

"They are better now, yes," Sansa took a seat at the table in the tent, a plate of food sat there un touched.

"You should eat milady, the life within you needs it," Melisandre took a seat in front of her so they could converse.

"I know, I just haven't felt hunger as of late," Sansa cradled her stomach with her hands, feeling the bulge that seemed to be growing rapidly, "do you see anything? About my baby?"

"Yes. I have seen things. Somethings are not clear yet, but somethings are," Melisandre seemed to be speaking in riddles.

"What have you seen? What can you tell me?" Sansa asked rapidly, she wanted to know everything possible. A part of her was scared, of childbirth, the possibility of death. Melisandre took a near by candle, holding it in front of her as she looked deep into the dancing flame, her hand rested delicately on Sansa's hands over her stomach.

"I see… such beauty," Melisandre's eyes did not break from the flame, "I see a bright light. No, two lights. There are two living within you. I did not see it until now, but they are two in one."

"What do you mean?" Sansa asked confused by her answer.

"Siblings, but much like two pieces of one coin. Their power only works when they are close," Melisandre's eyes danced red with fire embers, "Such beauty, unimaginable beauty."

"Twins?"

"Yes, twins," Melisandre said softly, "day and night. Sun and moon. Fire and Ice. Earth and Water. Life and Death. Boy and Girl. The Night King knows of them already, he desires them…"

"My children?" Sansa was stunned by this, "how could he possibly know?"

"When he took your brothers arm, he glimpsed visions not meant for any but the chosen to see. He saw the birth of your babies. That is when the dead will come. When Ice meets frost, and the world is white. The night King will come for them. If he gets them, the world will be lost, there will be no chance for human kind. But he will stop at nothing," Melisandre's eyes then closed, breaking her connection with her lord. Her hand left Sansa's and covered her face, "I could feel his ice cold desire for them, Sansa. He must not get them."

"What does he want with my babies?" Sansa spoke so rapidly she could hardly understand her words, her breaths heavy and frantic. Why would her babies be of any use to the Night Kings?

"They are special; they carry a deep magic lost in the Targaryen line long ago. More so he has a hatred for Jon, both a hatred and admiration. To destroy Jon in the cruelest of ways would give him true joy. He is cruel. We now face the greatest war the world has ever or will ever see. You must prepare, we all must," Melisandre's hand grasped Sansa's as her eyes begged Sansa to understand, "you carry something very special with in you, Sansa."

"They are just innocent children," Sansa's eyes rested on the small bulge of her belly.

"Sansa, Dear, is that you?" Olenna asked as she watered a potted rose bush. The old ladies tent was full of flowers and roses, giving it a beautiful smell and was pleasing to the senses.

"Lady Olenna," Sansa said softly as she walked to the old woman, "you had once shown me a great kindness, when I was stuck in a world of only enemies. Your granddaughter too showed me such a kindness."

"Margaery was a rare soul, and so was Loras," the old woman had to sit down, feeling sadness grip her again, "despite his perversion for boys anyways."

"Yes she was," Sansa said taking the seat the old woman was offering her.

"You remind me much of her," Olenna smiled a sad grin.

"That is quite the compliment," Sansa smiled taking the old woman's hand, "I've much enjoyed and admired the time we've spent together since our reunion."

"You've grown into a fine woman, Sansa Stark," Olenna said patting her hand.

"Thank you, I wanted to ask something of you," Sansa returned the old ladies smile.

"Anything, my dear," Olenna smiled a cheeky smile.

"I would like to bestow my daughter with the name Margaery in remembrance of her grace the true queen," Sansa smiled wide at her.

"Oh, such an honor, I would love nothing more. But isn't your child a lad?" Olenna asked confused.

"No, well yes, and no. It would appear I am having twins, a boy and a girl," Sansa smiled back at the kind old woman.

"Well how wonderful!" Olenna said with enthusiasm, "you, my dear, are the true queen. The Queen in the North."

"Thank you," Sansa chuckled, "sadly I am no queen."

"You carry the king's children do you not?"

"I suppose," Sansa wasn't sure how to answer it, she wasn't sure how she knew.

"Oh lass, the whole campsite can hear you and King Jon. We all know your lovers. Might as well make it official," the old woman said bluntly. Sansa tried to hold back a smile, "you could do worst my dear. He's a fine hunk of man flesh, in my day I would have devoured such a handsome specimen as Jon Snow… or is it Targaryen?"

"Jon hasn't decided," Sansa chuckled softly, "do you not find it weird, us being cousins?"

"Girl, I have seen stranger things in my day. Margaery's first husband was a boy lover like Loras, in fact they were lovers. Cousins are often arranged to be married. Who better to marry then someone you've grown up with, someone you can truly careful… not some stranger. What is love in the eyes of men? Who is to say love is wrong by any means? Besides, it's not like your siblings now are ya?" Olenna chuckled softly, "tell your lover to hurry and pick a name, his children will need one when they are born. Or will they take your Stark name?"

"We haven't discussed it yet," Sansa smiled at the old woman. For the first time since Jon and her had fallen in love, she actually felt like a real couple. Accepted and respected, "Thank you, Lady Olenna."

"Any time my dear, now hurry and pop out those babies so I can spoil them before I die," Olenna clapped her hand on Sansa's meaningfully in thought, "in fact, in my will I shall name young Margaery as the Lady of Highgarden. You shall of course inherit it for her until she comes of age, as I am sure your young lad will take over his father's role as King."

"Oh Olenna, that is too mighty and generous a gift," Sansa said unable to accept.

"Pish posh, enough, I say it is so, and it is done. Besides highgarden should always be ruled by a woman. It's a beautiful place, and I would like to see her playing there before I die," Olenna smiled at Sansa, she would not back down from this. Sansa knew better then to argue with a woman such as Olenna. She always got her way.

"It would be an honor," Sansa smiled before getting up to embrace the old woman, "will you return home after Cersei meets her fate?"

"Aye, I think shall go home. I will send all available soldiers of course to you, at your command," Olenna kissed Sansa's cheek, "Margaery would be glad it was you…"

"Jon?" Sansa asked standing up when she heard the sound of horns and horses.

"You better go then my love, never keep a king waiting," Olenna chuckled. Sansa gave one more smile to Olenna before running out of the tent. She ran straight for Jon's tent opening the flap to see him looking around confused. He looked at ease when he finally saw her face.

"Good God's woman, you're going to give my heart a fright," Jon said pulling her into his arms. Her arms flung around him, holding him tight. She inhaled his sent, felt the warmth of his body radiating off onto her.

"I've missed you," Sansa pouted reaching up for a kiss. Then with such force she pushed him over and onto the bed. Jon looked quite started and yet excited, which pleased her as she pounced on him ready to take what was hers. He was surprised how quickly she was able to get his pants off, she hadn't even bothered with his shirt not her dress as she mounted him.

"Oh Gods Sansa!" He growled in pleasure as she began to move up and down back and forth, rocking her hips with such force he thought he wouldn't be able to control himself. His hand grasped her waist as her hand grasped his shirt tugging, using it as an anchor to keep her moving. It wasn't long before she could feel the thunder within her, the quake of an orgasm rippling inside her, she feared she would stop as she got lost in the feeling but his hands were steady as he kept her hips moving. She could feel as his man hood swelled and released the warm wetness of his excitement inside her. She collapsed on top of him, laying on his chest, breathing heavily, "you never cease to amaze me…"

"Is that so?" she chuckled, still trying to catch her breath. She had needed him so badly, it was like she needed him inside of her, to be one with her… more then she needed food or air. She gently rolled over and laid on her back, he rolled to his side so he could look at her and observe her. He traced down her body with his fingertips, circling where her flat tummy had become a small beautiful bulge of life.

"How's our child?" he asked tracing circles still around her stomach.

"Children," Sansa corrected quietly.

"What?" Jon asked looking up at her.

"Melisandre, I asked her to look into the light and see what she could about the baby. It turns out there are two lives within me. A boy and a girl," Sansa gently reached up to stroke his stubbly cheek.

"A boy and a girl," Jon smiled down at her in disbelief.

"I asked permission to name her after Margaery, I know you never met her, but she was one of the only kind people to me in Kingslanding. She was truly a kind person, someone to look up to," Sansa smiling at him, hoping he wouldn't be angry with her.

"Oh," he said still watching her, "Sansa, you are carrying small human's within you, the least I can do is agree to the name you choose."

"Good, then would you like to hear the rest of her name," she smiled up at him.

"Aye," he said kissing her cheek, "What did you choose?"

"Margaery Lyanna Catelyn Stark. Assuming they don't take a different last name," Sansa smiled, she then joked, "seeing as the father is a mystery, for all the world knows the father could be a bear!"

"Everyone knows the father is a Wolf," Jon growled, "aint no one in this camp that don't know your mine and I'm yours. Everyone has heard it, and I haven't denied it to a single soul whose asked it…"

"A wolf you say?" Sansa kissed his lips gently as he leaned down to kiss her once more, his hand still on her belly, "I thought you were a dragon? Milord…"

"I am first and foremost a Wolf, but I am both," he said seriously, "what if we wed, and I take the Stark name?"

"I'd like that," Sansa smiled, quite fond of being a Stark herself.

"So then our boy's name? What of him?"

"Robb, Robb Eddard Rhaegar Stark," Sansa smiled at him, "would you be okay with that?"

"I suppose," Jon smiled down at her, knowing she was trying to make him happy, "in the end Lord Eddard Stark will always be more of my father then Rhaegar. I wish I had known him, it's hard to see someone as your parent without knowing them."

"He would have loved you, how could he not? My father loved you like his own even though you were not," she gently stroked his cheek, "did you notice how father never spoke a bad word against yours? Despite what others called him, and what Robert said about him… he knew the truth. He wasn't a monster. Your proof of that."

"I don't know what I'd do without you Sansa," Jon smiled warmly at her, his dark eyes peering deep into her blue ones, "you are my rock. I never knew I could feel like this. You make everything that doesn't make sense, you make it make sense…"

"Well that hardly made sense," Sansa teased grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to her.

"Knock knock," Arya called from outside, not wanting to see anymore unwanted nakedness.

"Arya? Come in," Jon said, letting her walk in. As she finally entered he quickly threw out, "you already missed the show!"

"Oh yuck!" Arya yelled covering her eyes.

"Jon Stark!" Sansa called playfully grabbing a pillow to hit him with. He ducked trying to hide from it, but Arya joined her sister in attacking him with pillows in which he pretended to cower in a ball.

"You win you win!" Jon put his hands up in defeat. They all laughed before Arya remembered why she was there.

"I was told by someone who told someone that the dragon queen has declared it time to pack up and move on into Kingslanding," Arya stood up and walked to the flap of the tent, "I didn't think I'd ever go back there. I'm going to go and pack."

"Alright, meet us at the horses' location when you're finished, we will ride in together as we did once before. But this time, this time we are different people in control of our fates," Sansa said to her sister. They all agreed and then packed up camp quickly. When it was time they found themselves meeting at the horses. They were to ride ahead, Sansa would ride with Arya, Brienne, the hound, and Gendry leading the group followed by the other royals and lords that followed. Jon, Tyrion, and Danny would fly above on the three Dragons stationed a mile out.

Sansa sat upon her beautiful gray mare as she rode with her friends down the hill towards Kingslanding, the capitol of all seven kingdoms. She was surprised to find that the villagers were outside waiting. They through flowers and roses at them as they walked into the city. They could see that they had saved them from the rule of Cersei. Sansa smiled as she waved at the villagers. She looked above to see Jon so regal looking upon his dragon. Finally, they had made it to the base of the castle. Sansa took a deep breath as she stared at the castle she had once willingly gone in a foolish child. Now she would walk in a wiser woman.

Authors note:

Next chapter should be a fun one… Jon will be asking Danny for her permission to marry Sansa. I wonder how that will play out? What kind of strategies will they come up with to protect from the dead? How will they protect Sansa once people find out about the babies she carries, and the fact that the Night King wants them… making them a threat. How many people can they rally to travel back North? So many things to come!