Authors note: I am so sorry, truly, for having strayed away for at least wrapping this up. You are all so wonderful and I APPRECIATE THE REVIEWS. You rock. I started another new story, one that will be my main focus along with finishing this one up. It is a POV of Sansa and Jon, with more realistic outcomes from theories and ideas I have been reading. So if you want to check it out it is called "The Battle of Fire and Ice" I am trying to slow the pace a bit with it rather then rushing straight into them falling in love haha. Anyways, I'd love some reviews, maybe you have some of your own theories you'd like to see pop up in there, etc.

Chapter 19: True Colors

Sansa could hear the soft snores of her husband, this night she was restless. She was still in some pain, and her husband was ever tender, but it had only been a night since the whole ordeal with Knight's King trying to turn her children from within her. Her hand gently rubbed her budding belly, feeling the ticklish movements of the living souls within her. At that moment she spoke to them, hoping they could hear her thoughts, and she swore she would never let anyone hurt them. She wondered if Jon would join his aunt on her dragons alongside her "third head of the dragon" Tyrion. She couldn't deny she had great respect for how far her former husband had come. It felt strange to her, to think she had ever been married to anyone but the beautiful brave King and Soldier beside her.

Sansa gently rolled onto her side to watch her husband sleep. He was so peaceful, probably exhausted from the fear he felt the night before. Sansa couldn't help but smile softly, as she gently stroked his trimmed beard. She couldn't help but think he looked like a wild man, her wild man. The scruff, the scars, the signs of battle and war littered his beautiful skin. She didn't mind it, she thought it made him that more perfect. 'Something inside me has changed, I was much younger yesterday... I suppose I have Jon to thank for that,' her thoughts made her heart beat a little faster, almost unable to believe that she married someone who still made her feel weak in the knees. Jon stirred under her soft stroking of his jawline. She quickly retracted her hand like someone had smacked it, but he was quick to grab her wrist in one strong but gentle hand.

"What's the matter, love?" he said softly, his eyes open and on her.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said softly, his hand moving her wrist to his mouth where he left a soft kiss.

"Aye, but you did," he teased. Sansa bit her lips together as her eyes devoured him.

"Does the King need his beauty sleep?" she teased pinching his chin and shaking it lightly.

"How else is he to catch up to the beauty of his queen?" Jon smiled catching her hand again and lacing his fingers through them.

"You flatter," she blushed, her eyes catching his as he moved up to kiss her.

"I tell the truth," Jon smiled after his lips left hers.

"You are too much Jon Stark, King Of The North," Sansa took his lips to hers, enjoying the feeling of his warm breath on her skin.

"Truth is, you make this all bearable, when things feel overwhelming I look at you and its all gone. All the fears, all the pains, all the bad memories," Jon let out a sigh as he leaned back down, placing a hand on her stomach, "I still wonder how the Gods brought us to this. How all along it was you..."

"I suppose the Gods can be cruel and giving at the same time," Sansa's eyes grew sad, wondering again if the price for their love was the lives of the ones they lost. Jon's parents, her parents, Robb and Rickon.

"You did nothing wrong," Jon said, as if reading her mind, "bad things happened, it wasn't our faults..."

"But Rickon..." Sansa's voice caught in her throat, "he is my fault, he has to be."

"No, Love, that was my fault," Jon said placing a hand gently on her chin, "it was that bastards fault."

"But I used him, to get what I want," she confessed, "I used him to get you to take back Winterfell, when I knew there was nothing we could do for him. I had given up on him."

"I know, I used him as a reason also, because in the end I'd have gone anywhere you asked, and done anything you asked, cause from the moment I saw you walk through those gates I knew I was YOURS. I just didn't realize that it was going to be quite like this, that I'd be yours in this way," his hands moved to her hair.

"I was awful," she turned away, moving her head, "I don't deserve any of this."

"Yes, yes you do Sansa Stark of Winterfell. Wardeness of the Winterfell, and Queen of the North," Jon sat up and leaned over her, so she couldn't escape him, "you were awful as a child, but that's the way you were raised to be. But you grew to be a wonderful woman, a strong woman, despite the awful fate he gods dealt you. Yes, you used Rickon..."

"I used you too Jon," Sansa hid her face, she didn't know why she was confessing her dark secrets.

"Aye, you did, did you think I didn't know it from the moment you told me you wanted to go home? I let you use me, Sansa, you couldn't make me do anything I didn't want to. I always wanted Winterfell, and I wanted you... even though I thought you were my half sister, from that moment I just knew I wanted spend forever with you even if it meant as your stepping stool...

"Why would you love someone so awful?" Sansa could feel her emotions heightening.

"If you had let me finish, Sansa, you endured so much that I don't blame you for wanting to get your revenge in anyway you could. He deserved the worst fate possible, and I don't blame you one bit for using your powers over me to get what you want. I rushed to get Rickon, I fell into his trap like you warned, had he zig zagged, or had I thought up something else perhaps he would be alive. You were right, he was not going to live the last trueborn living heir to Winterfell live. I failed to take your advice into consideration because I was scared, more importantly afraid my men would see I was afraid. Afraid to die again, afraid to think of what would happen to you if I failed you, afraid to be a failure," Jon said quickly, seeing her slipping away from him. So he jumped over her so he could face her nose to nose again, "you with the sad eyes, don't be don't be sad. I know what it feels like, to have a darkness inside, and how it can make you feel so weak even small..."

"Jon," Sansa tried to stop him. She tried to hide a smile.

"This world has gone crazy, between what you faced and the things I've told you about, I am sure you've taken all you can bare. But you should know I will always be there, no matter what, always and forever as promised. If you doubt yourself, just look to me, and I will remind you of who you are. You think you're awful but I see your true colors, shining bright, and you should know that's a small part of why I love you. I will gladly take the good with the bad. You have your selfish moments and you have your happy moments, caring and kind. I see it all the good and the bad and I love you that much more for it. I just want to see you laugh and smile, because it brings so much joy to me. I suppose that makes me selfish," Jon played with her hair as his eyes caught her watery ones. He knew she was heavy with hormones from the pregnancy, but he knew he had to comfort her.

"I love you," she cried softly, feeling the warmth of her tears fall on her cheeks, Jon smiled as he kissed her wet sticky cheeks.

Arya replayed the scenes from the night before in her head, between her sister and the strange magical thing that happened to her and the conversation with Gendry she finally had. Things were clear for her now, she wasn't sure how to feel. Relieved to know the truth? Or confused? She slowly began to think back to it...

"Arya?" Gendry had asked as she walked up to the boys who joked around the large camp fire.

"Aye," she said with a bit more attitude then attended.

"Something wrong?" he asked leaving behind the other young soldiers his age.

"No," Arya said shrugging, but then a moment later changed her mind, "yes."

"Well get on with it then," Gendry said frustrated with the way Arya had treated him the last couple days.

"Girls," one of the soldiers joked as he fake attacked one of the other boys with a wooden stick, the glow of the fire leaving their shadows acting out their actions on the ground, dark shadows covering Arya and Gendry's face.

"Shut up," Gendry hollered back still annoyed, "she's a woman."

"Thanks," Arya said, her face scrunched unsure of how to respond.

"She aint no lady," the other joked at her appearance, her short hair almost to her shoulders but still short for a traditional woman's hair due.

"Shut it before I leave ya with a bump?" Gendry threatened.

"You aint no man ither," Arya growled, "I'd kick your ass any day."

"Whatever," the boy said in defeat as he began to mess around with the other guys.

"What's in your head?" Gendry asked getting closer to her.

"It doesn't matter," Arya said walking off, but Gendry chased after her, grabbing her arm. Without thinking she turned to sock him in the arm, which knocked him back a little, his hand flying to his sore spot, "sorry, sorry..."

"It's fine," Gendry said rubbing his arm, his face growing stern, "why you been disappearing lately? I never see you..."

"Why do you care?" Arya asked with attitude, she wanted to kick herself. Why couldn't she be more refined and lady like, like her sister.

"Fine, I don't then," Gendry threw his hands in the air to show her he was rid of it as he stepped backways.

"Wait!" she closed her eyes taking a step forward, holding her breath. When she opened her eyes, he was standing there, but closer to her now.

"Are you ready to talk?" he asked, his breath warming her face he was so close, her heart seemed to stop and her breath caught in her chest.

"I miss you," she said under her breath, but he heard her and took her into his arms as she said, "I just get tired of saying goodbye."

"You'll never say goodbye to me again, ya hear?" Gendry said holding her close, "I thought of nothing but seeing you again since the day we parted ways."

"Really? Why?" Arya asked pushing back so she could see his face.

"I don't know," he said trying to play it off like he didn't care.

"Oh," Arya said sighing covering her eyes as she turned to face away from him.

"Because," he said not sure how to tell her what was going on in his head, "you are the closest thing to family I have."

"I thought you'd said I wasn't your family, id be your lady?" Arya reminded him of something he had said.

"Is that what you want?" Gendry asked, his posture changing as he stepped towards her.

"I don't know," she said not sure if she was ready for him to know the truth, "besides don't you think the dragon queen is beautiful?"

"Sure," he said with confusion on his face as she turned to snap at him with the last bit.

"Well good then, go marry her, go be her King in the South," Arya snapped shoving him so he stumbled back a few steps before she walked off leaving him behind stunned.

Arya kicked the dirt angrily as she replayed it over and over, feeling foolish for caring all this time. 'I never wanted to be anyone's lady anyways,' she thought. She stomped aggressively over to her sisters tent, and stormed in catching both Jon and Sansa off guard. She didn't say anything, just took her sword out and started smacking at Jon's sword dummy he practiced on in the privacy of their tent. Jon was the first one to sit up, and Sansa joined him.

"Arya!?" Sansa asked in her high pitched frustrated voice.

"I'm waiting for the sun to rise so this day can be over already," she said whacking away roughly as if she was determined to break it in half.

"What is wrong?" Jon asked.

"I'm giving up on love," she said between swings before stopping to look at them, "cause its not worth it. Besides I don't think I'm built for it."

"What now?" Sansa tried to not sound annoyed, but she couldn't hide it.

"I gave it everything I have and it was still bad, I just don't know how to do it. I give up," Arya said angrily, "i guess... He can have his stupid white haired queen."

"Come on, you cant be that angry with him, what happened?" Sansa asked wrapping her robe around herself.

"Oh you cant hate someone whose in the ground!" she yelled as she ripped the wooden doll from the ground and destroyed it.

"Yeesh Arya, gods have mercy," Jon jumped from his bed, he could see how angry she was by the redness that had taken over her face, "you just need to calm down."

"No! I don't!" she said breathlessly, her sword now relaxed at her side, "I made an idiot of myself, Jon."

"That isn't possible," he said trying to ruffle her hair like he use to, but she pushed his arm away not feeling it.

"She ruined everything," Arya said feeling tears well in her chest, this angered her more as not much made her cry, "why cant I be beautiful..."

"Arya, hold your tongue," Sansa said getting out of the bed to go to her sister, "you are a Stark, you are strong and powerful. Never diminish your self."

"No, Sansa, its easy for you to say when your beautiful, but look at me. I look like a boy, and rightfully so," Arya collapsed into a hunched defeated position, "what made me think I could compete with the Dragon Queen..."

"What are you talking about Arya?" Jon asked trying to fix the rubble of his wooden mannequin that was left.

"Your Aunt and Gendry, he is going to marry her so that she can align with a Baratheon and strengthen her claim," Arya said looking to Sansa who was now standing in front of her.

"Gendry and Danny did discuss an arrangement, but he said he couldn't marry someone he didn't love," Jon said walking to her, "and she respected him for that. She also doesn't want a husband despite the pushing of her counsel.

"He said that?" Arya asked, her eyes now wide, realizing what a brat she had just acted. Like she had switched with Sansa, and taken her place as a younger girl.

"Scuse me my King," she heard Gendry's voice at the entrance of his tent.

"Yes," Jon answered.

"I seek your cousin, Arya, have you seen her?" he asked through the flap of the King and Queens tent.

"Aye," Jon smiled before pushing Arya who struggled out of the tent. She then stood there awkwardly staring at Gendry.

"Erm..." Arya muttered awkwardly hoping he hadn't heard her temper tantrum.

"Can we talk?" Gendry asked holding his arm out for her to take it. She nodded not wanting to say anything afraid her normal sassy tone would take control again. She put her arm through his and followed him, "I am sorry if I gave you the wrong impression..."

"Don't, please, we don't have to have this conversation," she said afraid he was rejecting her.

"Please, let me finish," he said stopping to turn and face her, "I don't want to marry the dragon queen."

"Oh, okay, but why not if you find her beautiful?" Arya asked self-conscious.

"Because I cant marry someone I do love, not when my heart belongs to someone else," Gendry said softly taking her hand in his, "I meant it when I said I'd have you as my lady. Have you not thought of it?"

"Of course I have," Arya practically yelled, her emotions causing her blood to freeze and boil at the same time, "its all I've thought of."

"Truly?" Gendry said with a smile as he pulled her closer.

"Aye," Arya said wrapping her arms around his neck and roughly planting her lips to his, "I guess it makes sense... a Stark and a Baratheon."

"Aye," Gendry said with his arms wrapped around her, "I don't care who are names belong to, all I care is that its you."

Sansa and Arya spoke about the wonderful moment, like sisters should, and Sansa felt a warmth in her heart... like she had lost a little less, like she had gained finally. She gained a husband, children, and a true sister. She couldn't feel any happier then she did at that moment. They spent many days traveling to Dragonstone which was there stop before Winterfell. Thankfully the rest of the trip was uneventful. It was a big moment for both Jon and his aunt as they returned to the home of their Targaryen ancestors. Jon and Sansa were relieved when they were finally done with being separated. She took his hand as she walked into the eerie castle of Dragonstone. Dark strange material that was shaped as a dragon, not much growth, it seemed lonely and desolate. Daenerys walked beside her nephew as she looked in awe at the castle that had been surrendered to them.

"Do you feel that?" Sansa asked looking to Jon, who looked between his wife and his aunt.

"You feel it too?" Daenerys asked Sansa.

"Aye," Jon said looking at his skin which were covered in goose bumps.

"I don't feel anything," Arya said walking up behind them. Gendry by her side as he agreed.

"In all my time here I never felt anything, what is it?" Ser Davos said as he looked around his once home, finding himself missing his young friend and princess.

"Its like electricity, like a buzz. Like I can feel an energy, but its only in my tummy," Sansa said cradling her hands over her stomach. Jon kissed her fire red hair.

"That's what I feel but all over," Daenerys said her striking eyes searching Sansa for questions. Sansa realized she wanted to touch her stomach but didn't want to ask.

"Would you like to feel?" Sansa said hesitantly. Daenerys froze, a strange look on her face, as she only nodded once and reached out to place a delicate tender hand on Sansa's very swollen stomach. Daenerys gasped stiffening, her eyes closing as something took hold of her. She saw visions of two of the most beautiful children playing in the snow, one with dark brown almost black hair and purple eyes, and one with white hair and blue eyes like his mother. Daenerys jolted back as she came out of the vision.

"Are you okay," Jon was quickly to his aunts side, Sansa held her stomach slightly concerned.

"They are beautiful," Danny reassured Sansa. But Sansa was caught off guard by the tears that came down her face.

"What did you see?" Sansa panicked looking down at her stomach, and then back up again.

"I saw two of the most beautiful children, playing in a bed of snow," she said looking over to Sansa, the woman her nephew chose over her. She could see the fear in her eyes and decided to ease the worry, "I was once with child. But the poor babe was taken from me by a witch, stillborn from bloodmagic."

"I am truly sorry," Sansa hugged her stomach harder imagining the pain of bearing a lifeless child, to have felt it move inside of you to only lose the precious soul. It was a torture she never hoped to endure.

"Appreciated," Danny tried to fake a smile but walked forward to meet someone that Sansa soon began to realize was Theon Greyjoy and his sister. Her heart nearly stopped beating as she saw his face, flashes of the past coming back to her, making her stumble back and nearly falling. Jon was quick to catch her as he followed her gaze and saw the traitor who possibly caused the loss of Robb's war leading to his death. Jon snarled and Sansa could feel him tense, she tried to grab him but he was to quick for her to catch.