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Jon watched as Winterfell came into view. The castle stood tall beneath all the white snow, even with the dead marching upon them. Jon could feel Daenerys' eyes on him, she was much less conspicuous then himself. He hid well what had happened, but she seemed unable to control her emotions. Something he noticed more and more. Something he could foresee being an issue in the future.

Jon thought of Sansa, and how they had parted. He could see her so vividly in his mind. He wondered what she thought of him now, knowing that he had bent the knee to the dragon queen. She never replied, which was unlike her. He wondered how Arya and Bran were, he couldn't wait to see them. Finally, they had reached the gates, and Jon gave Daenerys a weak smile. He knew she must be nervous, and more so he knew the North was stubborn.

Jon led his group into the castle, taking in his family home once more - every time it felt more like home then the last. He could hear her voice echoing in the distance. It sounded like music to his ears. She sounded strong and like a leader. Sansa even when she was mad had learned to think rationally and speak rationally, unlike the rash dragon queen at times from Tyrion had told him. Sansa was kind but firm, she made a perfect queen.

"Sansa," Jon's voice echoed, interrupting Sansa's meeting with a few of the lords. Sansa stopped mid speech, and stared at Jon opened mouth. She went to smile but it faded when Daenerys stepped beside him, a little closer than one should be with their subject.

"Jon!" Arya was quickly in front of him. Jon's face lit up when he saw his little sister, embracing her in a large hug before setting her back down, "I knew we would see each other again!"

"I have missed you," he said not wanting to lie, he never thought he would see her again – he had thought she was dead.

"I've learned a lot while away," Arya smiled wickedly, "I'd love to show you sometime."

"Aye – so you shall," Jon gave her another small squeeze, "where is Bran?"

"In the Godswood," Sansa finally spoke up.

"Can I have a moment alone with my sister?" Jon asked looking at the lords who did not greet him as their King, and Jon knew at that moment he had lost the trust of the North with his choice to bend the knee. They did not budge until Sansa nodded her head.

"Arya why don't you show our – guests – around?" Sansa glared at Daenerys without any fear.

"We will all meet in the great hall shortly," Jon said to those with him, "we need to touch base."

"Of course," Davos said feeling the icy sting of the northerner's attitude. Jon had lost the faith of his people, and Davos wasn't sure how to get it back.

When the others left the room fell silent, only Jon and Sansa left. Their eyes locked but neither could say a thing. Sansa finally stood up and walked around the table silently, she looked at the ground trying to hide her shame and her jealousy. Jon ignored Sansa's attitude and pulled her close to him, his arms wrapping around her tightly. It took her a moment to respond, but eventually she wrapped her arms around him as well. They stayed there for a moment in the embrace, neither wanting to let go. She smelled of lemon and honey, and he smelled of – Jon. A smell she missed.

"I am sorry I ever left," Jon said softly, his mouth muffled in her hair, "I should have never left."

"No, you shouldn't have," Sansa tried to hold back her tears.

"But now we have the men we need to fight this war," Jon tried to remind himself more so then her of why he had to leave. Sansa was the first to break away from the hug.

"She's pretty," Sansa said it like acid had formed in her mouth.

"Aye," Jon said awkwardly. He wanted to tell her how much prettier he thought she was then the dragon queen.

"I see why you chose her to be your queen," Jon could hear the double meaning in Sansa's wording.

"I bent the knee, I didn't take her as my queen," Jon tried to clarify but it was hard to say none the less, "she is a fair person. She would make a much better ruler then I."

"The North will not now nor ever recognize a Targaryen as their ruler ever again, and nor will I," Sansa turned from him and walked a few steps away. It was silent between them, she couldn't find the words to say, but she knew she had to know, "did… did you bed her?"

"Sansa," Jon said quickly. He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, "do not ask me this."

"Why not?" Sansa knew Jon to be to honest for his own good. She wished he would lie to her just this once if she was right, "answer me Jon."

"Sansa…" Jon said more softly, his voice pleading.

"Answer me!" Sansa lost her temper for a change, her voice echoing through the hall. Sansa longed to touch Jon to feel his lips again, but she knew this would break her – yet she still needed to know.

"Yes," he said softly.

"Oh," was all she could say as she stepped away from him, his hand falling from her arm.

"Sansa," he said in a desperate whisper.

"I killed him for you…" her words were soft and emotional, tears pricking at her eyes. Jon was confused by her words, "I will never forgive you, Jon. Never."

"Sansa," Jon tried to step towards her but Sansa had turned to stone in front of him. The emotion wiped from her face, and her eyes glazed over. It was as if she had disappeared and traded places with someone else.

"You can leave now," Sansa pointed to the door.

Jon found Arya training in the court yard, she had reunited with The Hound, and she was eager to show him her new tricks. Jon watched Arya for a moment, and was surprised to see how she had changed. So much had changed. They all had been greatly effected by the choices made from others. He loved his father, but Ned had cost them all greatly with his stubbornness to do what he thought was right. Jon knew Sansa was right when she told him to not be like him or Robb. Sansa could see the weakness in men, and the weakness in their family – and of course had hadn't listen. He had taken things too far with the dragon queen, he felt a fondness for her a duty towards her but Jon knew he did not feel the way she looked at him.

Did he use for political reasons? Or make things worse? Did he use her to move on from his own feelings of loneliness for the person he wanted but couldn't have? Maybe it was better that Sansa was angry with him. The North would not rally beside a brother seducing his half-sister, nor would it for a King they made who bent the knee and bedded yet another foreigner.

"Where is Bran?" Jon asked Arya, "why wasn't he with Sansa in the great hall?"

"Bran… he's changed," Arya said it softly, as if she wanted to protect Jon from the reality of the new brand, "he is the three-eyed raven now."

"I heard in a letter," Jon put his arm around Arya as Daenerys walked up with Missendi beside her. She did not seem pleased by Jon and Arya's interaction.

"So, you are the dragon queen we heard of?" Arya asked, her tone sounded fiercer then it meant. She was worried about Jon, and she wondered if she needed to protect him from the silver haired usurper.

"I am," Daeny eyed Arya up and down, before looking away to Jon, "time is wasted with this. My dragon did not die for you to linger about."

"It will be a moment, I promise," Jon tried to smile, but he could see she was bothered.

"The dead will not wait," Daenerys repeated the words he had spoken before. She turned her demeaner seeming to have changed.

Sansa stood on her favorite wall of Winterfell, the one her and Jon spent many quiet moments together. Some not so quiet moments as well. She let out a deep breath as the wind turned to smoke before her. She heard footsteps and let out a sigh before turning to confront Jon.

"I do not wish to speak to you…" she said as she spun around startled by the person before her.

"Hello my long lost wife," Tyrion teased as he stood before her.

"Lord Tyrion," Sansa said as memories and feelings she had willingly forgotten flooded back. He could see she was surprised by his random visit.

"I came to see you have been well," Tyrion took her hand and kissed it, "I always knew you would survive us all…"

"The long night is not yet over," Sansa said as she hugged her furs.

"And yet you have witnessed worse," he said regrettably.

"I suppose. I have known many monsters in my short time," Sansa said turning from him to look back over the wall. Watching the white flood of snow still falling. He was silent as he stood beside her, he had hoped she would be more inclined to speak with her once upon a time husband. He was turning when she caught him by surprise, "you were never one of those monsters. You were kind to me once, even as a Lannister, when no one else was. I am older now and I can see what a child could not see in her misfortunes."

"How kind of you to say," he tilted his head in respect and she gave a small smile.

"But you are still a Lannister," she said looking down at him, "how do I not know you will not betray us for your sister?"

"I have a new queen," Tyrion said, "and my sister has wanted me dead longer then she has desired your head."

"Tell me about your new queen," Sansa said bitterly.

"Don't you mean our queen?" Tyrion teased lightly, but the look she gave him did not give him any warm feelings.

"I kneel to no foreign queen. I am not an idiot like Jon, I will not bend the knee for a pretty face and a couple of dragons," her tone said everything Tyrion needed to know about Sansa now, he could hear the way it dripped with jealousy.

"I heard Lord Baelish was here," Tyrion tried to change the subject.

"I killed him," she said without looking at him, still staring into the distance, Tyrion could see how the world had made Sansa hard as stone. She looked more like a queen than ever. At that moment, he wondered if he had chosen the wrong queen to bet on. Should he have betted on a wolf to protect the seven kingdoms rather than a dragon who promises fire and blood?

"Tyrion?" Daenerys voice cut at Sansa like knives making her cringe. She hated her already.

"My Queen," Tyrion said slowly taking his eyes off Sansa, and for a moment Daenerys felt something sting inside her at the way Tyrion gazed longingly at Sansa. The way he would look at her until recently. He looked at Sansa liked a queen.

"The meeting is about to start," Daenerys said after a short pause, "I will meet you there."

"As you wish," Tyrion bowed his head to his queen before turning to Sansa, "until we meet again lady Sansa."

"Lord Tyrion," she gestured a nod to him, finally looking him in the eyes. Her blue eyes icy cold yet burning with blue flames. For a moment, he thought he would lose his breath as he stepped backwards and took his leave.

"I have longed to meet Jon's family, Sansa am I right?" Daenerys smiled as she walked to the red headed woman before her.

"You would be correct," she said glancing over at Daeny before looking away again, "I am Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell."

"Of course," Daenerys faked another smile, "Jon cares for you, his sister and the rest of his family, and I care about Jon."

"You cared about his crown," Sansa did not smile or pretend to be polite.

"That is not all it was," Daenerys made a point to mention this, putting a claim on Jon. Sansa did not like this, she wanted to grab her by the silver white hair and stab her with something. Sansa's gloved hands clenched into fist.

"Are you and Jon in love then?" she said it so forcefully that Daenerys took a step back, she did not want to cause any problems that might tear her and Jon apart.

"Have a good day, Sansa of Winterfell," Daenerys said before turning to leave. Sansa's heart raced, tears pricking at her eyes. She could feel her nails digging into her flesh as her body shook. Before she knew it she let out a scream as she slammed her fist on the wall and fell to her knees, sobs taking over her body.

"Sansa?!" Arya said running to her sister. Arya had grown close with Sansa since Little Finger's demise, and she hadn't remembered seeing Sansa this upset since they killed Lady for what Nymeria did to Joffrey.

"I can't," Sansa clutched at her heart. How could Jon do this? How could he bring her here?"

"Was it the dragon queen?" Arya asked rushed as she held her sister's shoulders.

"She will tear us apart, Arya, she is not one of us," Sansa looked at Arya, anger and tears making her eyes red, "she will take Jon from m… us."

"From us?" Arya heard Sansa stop herself before saying me, and something finally clicked in her head. The reason Sansa had been loyal to Jon as king wasn't because she was afraid of what Arya would do nor because he was their older bastard brother. She loved him… in the way their mother loved their father. Arya's eyes grew wide at the thought, but she didn't say a thing, "she won't take him from us, I promise."

"How do you know?" Sansa said as the tears stopped flowing but her body still shuttered to get control back.

"You should know by now," Arya smiled wickedly, "she isn't a Stark, she isn't safe from Needle. I will keep this family together; no Targaryen or Lannister will ever separate us again. Let us go, we must appear together."

"You're right," she said as Arya helped her up. Sansa wiped the snow from her dress, and put back on her rock-solid face. She had a moment of relapse with her emotions, but she would not let anyone else see her that way.

Everyone had gathered in the great hall, anyone of great importance. Sansa sat in her usual chair, with Arya on one side of her and Jon on the other. She tried to not look at Daenerys who sat the opposite of Jon. Daenerys made a mental to note to how many times she saw Jon look over at his sister, and she felt something inside her boil.

"We will not bend the knee traitor!" someone yelled from crowd.

"I am no traitor," Jon said standing up angrily. The last time he was called traitor he was stabbed to death, "I did what I thought was best…"

"We said very clearly to you that we would not bow down to a Targaryen," Lady Mormont said standing up, her eyes glancing to her older brother who sat beside his queen, "we know where our loyalties lie. No Northerner will take up with a Targaryen."

"We told you how we felt the last time that your brother the King in the North took up with a foreign whore and cost us everything, and hear you are not only bending the knee to one giving away the North that doesn't belong to you, but clearly sharing the whores bed…" Lord Glover spat standing up next to Lyanna Mormont. Daeny noticed how Jon's face grimaced at it, lowering his head and glancing slightly at Sansa. Daenerys felt her blood begin to boil. She stood up to say a word but was cut off by another Northerner. She was angry that instead of standing up for her he was staring at another.

"We chose YOU, we believed in YOU and YOU let us down, Jon Snow," the northerner made it clear that the crown he had was gone, the faith he had gained from them was gone, their loyalty to him… gone.

"My Lords," Sansa said smoothly, not returning Sansa's eye, "Jon did do what he thought was best, he was swayed by the dragons and the armies. But he did so for us."

"He gave away his crown to the mad king's daughter," Royce said looking to his men, "the Vale never came for a King in the North. They came for Sansa of Winterfell and now as we watch him allow this foreign conqueror to take over what doesn't belong to her we know we were wrong to stay… for him. It is you we shall follow, you who we shall crown Queen of the North."

"Sansa," Jon said under his breath, knowing this would offend Daenerys. Sansa looked to Arya though, not wanting her to get mad for what was happening. Arya sighed and gave her a small nod, who cared who was King or Queen in the north if they had the armies.

"You need my armies and my dragons if you want to survive," Daenerys finally cut in, her voice dripping with venom.

"And you need ours," Sansa said even more venomous but now looking the dragon queen directly in the eye, "do not mistake me, Mother of Dragons, a wolf does not cower to the likes of you… dragon or not."

Jon looked to Sansa his eyes wide with expression before he looked at Daeny who stood up quickly, her chair falling to the ground as she stormed out of there. Jon shortly got up with Tyrion to follow Daenerys who was pacing back and forth muttering to herself. She did not see them until after they heard her say, "with fire and blood… I will burn them all!"

"My queen?" Tyrion asked hesitantly.

"The Northerners are fools," Daenerys still paced back and forth, "and Sansa Stark. She does not want to make an enemy of me. Ice has no chance against fire…"

"You need to remain calm," Tyrion said gently, the look she gave him nearly roasted him alive, "they need to see first what a wonderful queen you can be."

"Sansa is only trying to protect…"

"What is going on between you and your sister?" Daenerys asked cutting Jon off, intriguing Tyrion as to what she meant, "all you do is look at her. Was it SHE you were looking at when you were looking at me?"

"Daenerys," Jon protested he couldn't admit this. Incest was taboo in the North. Cousin marriages were the only real acceptable form of family relations in that department.

"I need to be alone," Daenerys stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes. She could see he cared for her, but she could see something else as well. She turned and left for her room leaving Tyrion and Jon alone.

"You need to be careful," Tyrion finally said what he had been wanting too. Jon looked at him quizzical, "I know what happened on that boat."

"I…" Jon tried to speak up but Tyrion was quicker then Jon this time.

"She is sensitive, and easily ruled by her emotions. She could be a great queen, but I have also seen the potential for worst. If you break her heart, she will try to break YOU. As from what she seems to think is happening… that means Sansa will be at stake and possibly the rest of us," Tyrion turned to go speak with Jorah and Davos to see what damage control could be done.

Jon sighed before walking to go speak with Daenerys, but something pulled him off his path and sent him to Sansa's room. Sansa opened the door as Jon began to knock, she was about to leave but was caught off guard by Jon. He stared at her, a need to touch her filling him. She tried to speak but she seemed caught in his eyes. Jon gave her a small smile, and she tried to return it as she leaned against her door.

"May I?" he finally asked.

"You may," she said softly before moving out of his way. Jon closed the door behind him, before looking at Sansa who looked at him with confusion. She didn't know how to respond whether to be angry or sad or happy. She fidgeted a little before swallowing nervously.

"I have missed you," Jon said gently.

"Apparently not for long," Sansa was referring to Daenerys.

"Sansa," he said stepping towards her to take her hand, "it's been long…"

"It has," she agreed. His hand felt warm as it rested against her cheek. She couldn't help but close her eyes and lean into it. His lips found her forehead as it had done in the past when things were more innocent or so they had thought. Then she felt his lips against hers, soft and warm. Sansa melted into his embrace, the taste of his mouth as he explored hers. It went from soft and gentle to passionate within seconds.

Sansa felt his hands unlacing her dress, and she couldn't resist removing his shirt. To see him in the light of the fire cracking in her fireplace. Her hands ran over the grooves of his stomach as his kisses trailed from her mouth down to her jawline and to her neck. She felt something in the pit of her stomach and lower she had never felt before. He had gotten the majority of her dress off as his mouth made its way down her chest until he reached the hard pink peeks of her enlarged breast. He felt more complete in this moment then he had with anyone else.

"Sansa," he moaned as he found her mouth once more, his hand exploring the exposed upper half of her body. Sansa could feel his manhood hard against her thigh they tightly pressed against each other. His hand moved down to her undergarments, reaching behind them to feel her wetness – catching her by surprise. Sansa's nails dug into his shoulder as she felt herself grow weak by this. But a image flashed in her mind that made her cringe – his lips on Daenerys, his hands on her body and tangled in her white hair.

"Stop," she said pushing him away. He was surprised by her reluctance, when it was he who was finally giving in to his immoral feelings for his sister.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jon asked heavy in breath.

"You are joking, right?" Sansa asked angrily, "I will never be able to get the image of you and her from my mind. Just be with the Dragon queen, there won't be any complications for your morals there," Sansa gripped her dress to cover herself. He still found the sight of her standing there, her curves peeking out, her red hair a mess and dancing in the flames – her scowl of anger.

"I am so sorry Sansa… I promise you have nothing to be jealous of," Jon tried to go to her.

"You are right… how could I be jealous when you were never mine to begin with," Sansa's voice betrayed her and he could hear the pain in her voice.

"I don't want to hurt you," Jon said feeling his heart beat rapidly in his chest.

"Then leave me be," Sansa held her breath afraid she might cry in front of him. Jon nodded before leaving her chambers, feeling foolish for having even gone. She was his sister, and that was against his morals and honor. Jon went to find Arya to speak with her about what had been going on when he ran into Sam… and Bran.