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Chapter 16: Mercy

Sansa stood on the balcony watching the servants bellow prepare the court yard into a beautiful wedding reception just for her. She was surprised by how well the towns people and surrounding lords had taken to the idea of their new rulers. Sansa couldn't believe it, not many years ago she stood there prepared to married Joffrey Baratheon the product of Cersei Lannister and Jamie Lannister's incestuous relationship. She was then wed to his imp uncle, who was kind, but still the enemy.

She did not think she would ever be back in Kings Landing willingly, let alone to marry and become queen. Jon Snow. Of all the men in her life how could it take her so long to see how beautiful a person he is, how amazing, brave, kind, and gentle he was. She would be wed to the man she was meant to marry within a night. Sansa was startled by strong arms wrapping around her. She knew who it was. She recognized his smell, the soft scrapes of his scruff against her cheek as he left a kiss, the muscles of his arm as they gently squeezed her. Sansa. There it was, his soft whisper giving her the chills as he held her to him.

She wiggled around until she was facing him, her arms wrapping around him. A space started to wedge between them now, where a round baby bump was emerging. He looked down at her tummy and smiled. He never thought he would have children, he never thought he would want to. Jon didn't realize he could be this happy. He cupped her chin with his fingers lifting her mouth to his for a kiss.

"How are you feeling this morning my love?" Jon asked fingering her red hair reveling in the silky feel of it.

"Are you asking me how I'm doing?" she chuckled looking at the man who carried the world on his shoulders.

"Aye, you," he smiled down gently resting his forehead on hers.

"Have mercy, Jon," Sansa gasped feeling completely at his mercy, "you make me feel weak."

"Weak?" Jon was confused, "I don't want you to be weak…"

"That's not what I meant you fool," she jested before tapping him on the arm with her hand playfully.

"Is that so?" he growled before lifting her up into his arms and walked her towards the bed.

"Jon Snow you barbarian," she teased playfully fighting him off as he laid her down, "we are supposed to wait until marriage…"

"A little too late for that?" he joked kissing the bulge of her stomach.

"It's tradition," Sansa laughed as he kissed up towards her neck tickling the open parts of her gown with his whiskers.

"Barbaric," Jon teased more between kisses, "to make anyone wait to be with you…"

"Jon," she laughed trying to wrestle him off but he pinned her hands down above her head leaning down to kiss her lips gently. It didn't take long before she wrapped her legs around him willingly ready to give herself.

"Nope," he picked himself off her and sat up leaving her wanting more. She looked surprised that he stopped so abruptly, "you want to wait remember."

"Why you— "she threw a pillow playfully at him. He just laughed as he caught it, but then a knock at the door caught their attention.

"It's time for maladies physical and fitting," a young girl said shyly. Sansa smiled at her and nodded, letting her know she would be there in a minute. Jon reached down to help her up as she seemed to be far enough along to struggle.

"Tomorrow, you will be my wife, one more night until you're all mine," Jon growled into her ear before nipping at it making her squeak and jump.

"Jon!" before she could scold him he grabbed his scabbard from the chair and left her room.

Sansa stood there as the new court physician Jon hired specifically for Sansa had an instrument up to her belly as she listened to the beating of the twin's hearts. She measured Sansa, taking notes of her growth and the weeks. She also checked Sansa's basic health. Sansa was enthralled with her physician and the conversations they had.

"So you will be traveling with us then?" Sansa asked Physician Serah as she took both of Sansa's hand to help her up.

"Yes milady, I am to be your personal care provider through the pregnancy as well as the children until a wet-nurse has been hired," she said patting Sansa's hand. Serah was older, but no more than 30 years of age. She had mousy brown hair that fell down her back and deep green eyes.

"How do my children look so far?" Sansa asked nervously, "I've never had children before. I don't know what to do, or what to expect."

"You'll do fine, it will all come natural. Just no raw meats, or eggs, little wine, don't over indulge in sweets and you'll do well," Serah smiled opening the door for Sansa and escorting her to her final dress fitting for the wedding.

Sansa stood there looking at herself in the mirror as the seamstresses worked around her pinning and tucking the final folds and layouts. From the front she didn't look pregnant with how tight the dress was, except from the side the bulge was not fully concealed. She didn't mind, she found the round bulge of her growing babies beautiful. She finished her day by finalizing details, checking in on the cake and food, and finally sitting down to the final dinner as Sansa Stark the husbandless daughter of Ned Stark and Catelyn Stark. Jon and Sansa smiled at each other as they chattered the night away with the rest of the Lords and Ladies. That night they went to bed in separate chambers, even though they were eager to be in one another's beds.

Morning rose with a glorious bright Sun. The whole castle a buzz with life and cheer. It was the big day; she was finally able to marry the love of her life. She quickly jumped from her bed in a flurry of nerves and excitement. Sansa looked at herself in the mirror brushing her hair excitedly when a strange thought crossed her mind… this is what one's wedding day should feel like. A smile crept on her face as she let it sink in. After all the bad that had happened she finally got what she thought she no longer wanted.

Her maid then came in with several other ladies' maids and her dress. They helped get her in it and laced her up, fashioned her hair beautifully, and applied some loose powder and cheek stains as well as other wonderful facial enhancing items. Sansa could hear the horns in the court yard signaling that Jon was now in position. Sansa stood up looking at herself, feeling like finally she was looking at a queen. She then turned and walked briskly down the hallways to the court yard where she saw Jon standing with Arya and Davoos beside him.

Brianne and Melisandre joined Sansa's side to walk in the place of her missing family. She wished Bran could be there, but she knew that wasn't possible. Music played as the crowds of people oohed and awed at her beauty as she walked down the white silk isle way, red pedals sprawled across. Jon's face was one she had never seen, it was a mixture of surprise, admiration, adoration, love, and lust. She looked down blushing trying to hold herself together. She then glanced over to see Cersei tied to a chair in the front where she was forced to watch Sansa take her crown. This could not have been any sweeter revenge for her.

The ceremony was long and sweet, they said their vows in front of the gods and their people. Jon swore to always love and protect her, and Sansa vowed to always love and be there for him. It was beautiful and uplifting for the people, to finally have rulers to look up to, kind people to look after them. The party after was huge and full of laughter and fun. Sansa couldn't remember a time in Kingslanding she was ever as happy as she was at the moment, she couldn't remember a time ever she was that happy. Jon was every bit the man she needed, wanted, and desired in a husband… it was bonus that he was now a King.

Jon and Sansa giggled as they stumbled into their room. His hands quickly found the lacing of her dress as his lips met her neck. Sansa's hands slid up Jon's arm as she melted into his kisses. She giggled some more as he picked her up and carried her to their bed, laying her down gently where he finished unwrapping her like a gift. Her hands unlacing him as well until they were both naked. Sana's hands traced the dimples of muscles on his torso.

"It's like the gods sculpted you themselves," she giggled still tracing them as he watched her, deep breaths stuck in his chest, heavy from the drink and excitement.

"More like lots of hard work on my part," he joked kissing her neck once more. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, melting into him, "wife…"

"Ohhhh, say it again," Sansa teased.

"My wife, my queen," he said kissing down her body trailing towards her lady region.

"I like Wife better," Sansa breathed deep gasping and moaning as his kisses led down before her legs. One hand fisted into his dark curl while the other grasped at her pillow as she moans with pleasure with every lick, suck, and nibble, "oh husband…"

"Say it again…" Jon joked getting more intense making her squirm until she was quickly wet and filled with excitement.

"Husband," Sansa screamed letting go as he began to add his fingers in for some extra excitement. He could taste her pleasure all over his lips and he loved it. Jon kissed her thigh before working his way back up kissing her mouth letting her have a taste of what her own excitement was like. She eagerly took his mouth to hers, feeling as his enlarged member pulsed against her clit holding back as he continued to passionately kiss his wife. He wanted her to beg, and beg she did. She wanted him inside of her so badly. Jon entered slowly as she melted into him, becoming one before he slid himself in and out of her. She moaned and begged for more as he quickened his pace, his hand reaching down her thigh to lift it higher. He made sure to hold back so that he could last a long time before coming undone inside of her. Jon and Sansa laid there for a while heavy in breath as they watched each other.

"What is it my love?" Sansa asked reaching up to touch his face, a wrinkle of concern had shown on his face and he could not fool her, she who knew his face better than anyone else.

"I did not want to burden you with this on this night," Jon said taking her hand in his and kissing it delicately, then pulling her white naked body closer to his. She watched his face quietly before tracing the scars that marred his beautiful torso.

"I am you wife now, Jon, your burden is mine," she said leaning up so she could kiss each of the scars on his abdomen.

"I had a raven come in last evening, it was from the night's watch, apparently there's been major stirrings. The white walkers have begun to attack the wall; they need more men in case something happens to the wall. Unfortunately, our honeymoon is going to be short."

"Well then," Sansa said sliding her hand slowly down his chest heading down for between his legs and looking deep into his eyes, "we better make the best of this night as much as we can…"