They were laying in their tent, everyone on their own side. Ghost was between their shared bed. She couldn´t sleep because of the cold, so she clung firm to the blanket and snuggled tighter to Ghost. He was warm and soft. His heat calmed her down. With this, she would be soon fall asleep. She looked around the tent. It wasn´t so uncomfortable like she thought it would be. They were only one day away from the wall, and she could already feel the cold for miles.

She was tired and just wanted to arrive. After a while her gaze laid on Jons sleeping form. It took a lot, to convince him to go to sleep. She wasn´t surprised, after all he was stubborn like their father used to be. At first he didn´t want to, but she could see the dark circles under his eyes. He was tired. Just like her.

He reminded her, that someone must stay awake to watch out.

"It´s too dangerous outside. We have no walls or castles here to protect ourselves. We´re vulnerable, vulnerable for the enemy. We have to keep our eyes open, Sansa." She just rolled with her eyes and told him not to be always so serious, and let someone else watch for the night. They argued a lot about it, but at the end she won. She could see that he was not happy about it, but he still let her be in charge.

"Ohh you stubborn woman" he said frustrated and headed out from their tent, to find someone else for the task.

It didn´t took a long time for him to find someone else. When he came back after an hour, he immediately went to Ghost, who was laying on the floor, trying to make himself comfortable. Jon sat on the floor beside him, cross-legged. He stroked his fur and talked with him. She observed him, but didn´t say anything. He looked definitely calmer and happier. Making their bed for the night, she turned around and said.

"Who did you find for the night?"

"Sam. He said the baby would keep him and Goldy awake, so it would not be a problem to watch out for the night."

"That´s good to hear. I hope you´re not angry with me. I would never question your authority as a commander..

"I know, love. Don´t think too much about it. You were right, I was tired and too stubborn just to let someone else take the task for one night. I should have known that I can´t always do everything, but I got used to it."

"Of course Jon, I just don´t want to argue with you. I don´t like it, when we´re like this. It´s strange, and new." Letting go of Ghosts fur, Jon stood up and went straight to her. Helping her to compose the pillows.

"Me neither, let´s just forget it" he smiled. She smiled back and finished their bed.

"Which side do you prefer?" she asked him.

"I will sleep there with Ghost, so you can have the bed" he pointed at the place where Ghost was, and took some of the pillows.

"No, I won´t let you. You sleep here with me, it´s not a problem Jon. It´s too cold for you, to sleep on the floor without any thick blankets."

"But..

"No back talk! You will sleep here, now blow out the candles and come to bed" said Sansa and laid on the right side.

Jon did like she told him, and blew them out. After that, he went a last time to Ghost and stroked his head.

"I know I can depend on you" he said and left him be.

He laid carefully on the other side of her, trying not to get too close to her. Enveloped in the blanket they stayed silent for a while.

The only noise they could make of was Ghost snoring and the cold wind that swept over the tent. Before he fall asleep, he told her.

"I want you to know, not to be afraid to raise your voice. You´re a woman with your own mind and voice, a queen, you don´t need to justify yourself to me."

She was speechless, how did he always say the right words. She wouldn´t know.

Since he came back into her life, she felt safe and secure. She hoped it would always stay like that, that nothing bad would ever happen to them again.

"Thank you. I truly am Jon, you saved me."

"Always."

Coming back to reality, she looked a last time at Jon. Bringing the blanket closer to him, so he would not freeze to death.


They arrived midday, being greeted by one of his men who was in charge during Jons absence. She was stunned how huge the wall was, and couldn´t keep her eyes away from it. When Jon saw her bewilderment, he told her he would show her the perfect view over the top. She just nodded and perceived the surroundings.

After a while he excused himself and went with some of his men to his quarters. But not before telling Sam to show her, her new chamber for the stay.

"Come Milady, I will escort you to your room and after that we will go to the dinning room. You must be terrible hungry like all of us."

"Indeed. I can´t see any rice anymore" she responded and walked beside him.

"I agree, eating the same thing in this exhausting journey for the whole week, was unbearable."

"How was the ride, may I ask."

"Other than stressful, very quiet" she responded and let Sam open a door for them. They headed straight to her corridor without any halt. She couldn´t see much from the inside, but she could take a peak at the dining room which was covered with many of Jons men. Before they could take the stairs, someone came in front of them. A tall old man, with white-blonde hair.

"Who do we have here. Now isn´t it Samwell Tarly."

"Lord Thorne" said Sam.

Ser Alliser Thorne looked between them, till his gaze hung only at Sansa. He looked straight at her eyes, trying to understand her presence. After a while he finished his observation and looked with a hard face at Sam again.

"Who is this?" he said harsh.

"This is Sansa Stark, Milord. The legitimized daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and his wife Catelyn Tully."

"I see, another Stark. Why did the bastard brought her here? This place is not women friendly, especially not for noble women. What did the bastard thought..

"His name is Jon and not bastard, you should not forget it. He´s your lord commander" interrupted Sansa.

"Now isn´t she a feisty one" said Alliser and grinned at her.

She couldn´t stand his face, she already hated this man. How dare he talk with her like that, and insult Jon in front of them. She hoped, she would not see him often here. This was enough for a life time. She wanted to say something again, but she got interrupted by Jons voice behind her.

"Ser Thorne" said Jon, putting his left hand behind her back.

"Lord Snow" responded Alliser with a despising sound in his voice.

"Sam guide her to her chamber, I have to talk with Ser Thorne."

"Of course Jon" said Sam and prompted her to follow him. When she headed to the first step, she heard Jons voice again.

"I will escort you to dinner, just wait for me."

With that she left Jon alone with Lord Thorne. Hoping he would soon come to her.

"Uhh he is so unlikeable. And he is obviously not very keen of Jon" said Sansa during their way to her chamber.

"Indeed. Since Jon came to the wall, he was going through a lot. Lord Thorne wasn´t the only one, who gave him a hard time."

"But why? Everyone loves him. I know Jon, he would never provoke someone intentionally, or start an argument. He´s not the type for drama. He was always one of the quiet ones."

"They hate him, because he is better than them. They envy him, especially Lord Thorne. He sees him as a threat. He wanted Jons position. He wasn´t really fond, when Jon became Lord Commander and not him."

"Ohh, but Jon never asked for it. They choose him. This is ridiculous."

" I know, but you can´t change the human race. They always want that, what they can´t have. Or they want more. Jon is a target now, he has many enemies like many others…

"Yes, but how many enemies he may have, he will always have the same amount of people who are with him. He has the north. And now that he may have Targaryen blood in his veins, maybe a lot of converts" said Sansa rapturously.

"It could be my Lady, but he´s not really keen of the theory…

"That´s because he was always a Stark, since his birth. That´s what he knows, he may never knew who his mother was, but he always knew he was a Stark. Now that he may be not my fathers child, he loses the only tie he had to a parent. But like I told him before, it doesn´t matter if he´s my fathers child by blood or Rhaeagars, he´s one of us. He just looks like my father. He has north blood, and he belongs there. I shall tell him this more often, so he would not be so conflicted."

"You shall" said Sam and stopped in front of a door, who was watched by two men on either side.

She halted behind him, when he opened the door to her new home for the next months. It was huge, and beautifuly decorated for a chamber in the nights watch.

She turned her head back to Sam.

"Thank you for escorting me here" she said.

"Of course, now I will leave you be to settle down here."

When Sam closed the door behind her, she went straight to the window in the middle of the room. Not far away from the huge bed, that was enveloped with white silks. The view was breathtaking and frightening at the same time.

Snow. There was everywhere snow, and she could see the huge mountains far away beyond the wall. She was curious what lurked there, she was curious to know if the stories of the old nan were the truth. Yes, she was scared of them, but she couldn´t help herself for wanting to know all these things. She wanted answers, for all the questions she had in her head. But she knew, she wouldn´t get the answers for everything.

Sometimes you will never get an answer. That´s how it works. She knew of experience. How many nights did she lay awake in her bed, plagued by her fathers death. Asking herself, why he did that to her father. Why he ended her fathers life, even when he knew that her father was innocent. She could pray to every old god she could think of, but what use would it be? They still wouldn´t tell her why. He was an honourable man, and look where it brought him.

Jon was also honourable, and because of that she was afraid. Afraid something will happen to him. Afraid for his life. He survived an attack once, but how many will come along?

You can not trust anybody, not anymore. She wants to tell him, to be safe, to take more care of his life. But she can´t open her mouth. She can´t tell him about her nightmares, about her fears. If she would say the words, it would be real. It would make her fears alive.

She wanted to turn around so she could inspect her bed, but two strong arms came from behind her, and held her waist. She could feel his body pressed against hers. Feeling his strong arms on her. Holding her like he was afraid, she would fall apart and disappear. He smelled of cold winter, and warm wood.

She could feel his breath behind her ear.

"The view is magnificent or?" he said with admiration in his voice.

She always thought he was miserable here, but it seems, that he was very fond of this place. As if it was his home. Sure it was, but she never saw him so calm in Winterfell. He looked like, he was constantly in pain. Did he forget their home? Or worse, did he wanted to forget it?

"Indeed. In a weird way, it has a beautiful melancholy" she answered.

"The first time I was here, I hated it. I hated it with every fiber of my body. I was homesick, and angry at our father for letting me live here. Angry for letting me rot here, angry for not telling me what I would getting myself into."

He didn´t say anything anymore, just looking through the window where her eyes kept occupied the whole time. He was not here, not in a mentally way. He must be in deep thoughts, she recognized. Bringing his arms to her stomach, and holding his hands, she said.

"But you truly know, that he loved you. He always talked about you. Mother hated it, when he mentioned you. But when she saw the shine in his eyes while talking about you, she knew that he loved you with all his heart. That´s why she just tried to ignore that you were not hers. You should know that father would have never let you stay here, when he knew of your uneasiness. He would have dragged you out, and brought you home. If it´s were with us in Kingslanding or with Robb in Winterfell, you would not have been alone. If you´re his son by blood or not, there is one thing I´m sure of."

He didn´t say anything, just waited for her to continue, while trying to keep his composure. His arms became tighter around her. It was like, every feeling he felt, every pain he experienced, were flowing through his veins. He was hurt, and trying to escape the pain by holding her firmly.

"He loved your mother with all his being" she said with sorrow in her voice.

"You think so? He never talked about her, I always asked him about her. Where is my mother? Who is she? Is she still alive? Does she know about me? The last time I saw him, he told me…he said that when we meet again, he will tell me everything about her. I wasn´t satisfied with this, but I just nodded and so we parted. Parted forever. And I will never get an answer. He took it to his grave."

"I know, it must be terrible not knowing the truth, but I only know that he really loved her. When I was five years old, I eavesdropped on them when they were talking about your mother. My mother was angry like always, accusing him of loving you more than his legitimatized children. Suggesting him to take you away from Winterfell to Lord Arryn as his ward. Father was outraged, and told her to never say something like that again. Also never mention your mother in front of him again. You don´t need to know anything about this. The only thing you should know is, that he is my son by blood and that I loved his mother with all my heart. You will never propose something like that again, he will stay here with us and that´s it. And with that, he left my mother crying alone."

"So if it´s Lyanna or someone else, he loved her Jon, that´s all you should know. And he loved you."

He was speechless. He didn´t know how he felt about this. He let go of her, and went to the door.

"Thank you, Sansa" he said and stretched his hand out. Waiting for her to come to him, and take it, so they could leave for dinner.

She didn´t hesitated for a minute. She headed straight to him and took his hand.

"Enough of all the talking, it made me hungry" he said, to lift the mood.


She felt intimidated by the stares of the men. They were looking at them, while she was eating. Jon tried to calm her down, telling her that´s normal, cause they never see really a woman here, especially not one who was sitting and eating with him. They must think she was someone really important. Which she was, in a weird way. But she didn´t like to think about it.

After a while, she saw Lord Thorne again. He smiled at her with a wicked grin from his table the opposite from them. She couldn´t stand him. She knew he would make her stay here not enjoyable. Suddenly she felt sick and cold. She thought about to excuse herself, to go to her room to rest. But she didn´t want to be alone right now. She wanted to be with Jon for a while. As if he knew her struggle, Jon said.

"Are you feeling sick, Sansa? Should I escort you back to your room?"

"No everything is fine Jon, I´m just a little bit tired because of the weary journey" she lied.

"It can be very exhausting love, but it will pass away. You need to rest for the next days, and after that you will feel like new. I know the feeling" he assured her.

"You´re right. I will start with it after our dinner."

"Did Sam show you around?"

"Not really. He showed me the dinner room here, and some corridors. That´s it. We just headed straight to my chamber, like you told him" she said.

"I will show you around tomorrow, after you have rested well."

"That would be lovely" responded Sansa and looked at him with a smile.

She saw wine in his goblet, and craved also for one.

"Jon, could I get a glass wine."

"You´re drinking wine?" he asked astonished, and took a sip of the wine.

"Cersei always insisted that I drink with her. She loved it. I always saw her with a goblet full of wine. There was not a day, where she didn´t drink it. I hated it at first, I just didn´t like the taste of it. But after a while I got used to it."

"Interesting" he said and asked one of the attendants to bring him a new goblet with wine.

"Thank you" she said.

"You shall have everything you crave. Don´t be shy to ask."

She wanted to respond, but Lord Thorne came with two men to them. He sat beside Jon, with the result that he was sitting exactly across from her. The other two were still standing, and looking at her with an inappropriate regard.

"So this is lady Stark. I must say she´s a beauty to everyones eyes. Is she your sister or your cousin?" he asked with an arrogant tone in his voice, trying to provoke him.

"It´s none of your business. You should leave" said Jon with a commanding voice.

She barely saw him like that. It was new for her.

Ser Alliser laughed. "Did I found a weakness here. Why don´t you explain to us what she´s doing here. Women aren´t allowed here, and you know that. Yet we have not only one here.." he pointed at her. "No, also Widling women. Where everything can happen to her."

Jon was furious. He stood up and dragged him high.

"Is this a threat!" he said with his face only inches away from him.

"I only said, what I think could happen" answered Thorne.

"For the sake of you, I hope nothing will happen. Cause if, you will be the first one I will kill. Now leave, or I will lose myself" said Jon with a dark face, and released him. The room was dead calm. Everyone stopped eating and looked at them.

"If you say so. But you can´t fool me! We all know that you brought her here for your enjoyment. First you lay with a Wildling woman, and now with your own sister. Once an oath breaker, always an oath breaker. The rumors may be true, you must be a Targaryen. After all that´s what you´re doing, fucking your own sister."

Jon saw red. He immediately run towards Thorne, and struck him in the face with his fist. Sam and some of his men came and tried to hold him off, but Jon pushed them away.

"This is the last time, you speak of such nonsense. If you ever talk like that again…" He didn´t even finish the sentence, just pointed at him with fury in his eyes.

"Bring him to the dungeon. He will stay there for two days." With that, they took him off. Leaving Jon with Sansa and Sam alone.

Jon was still standing in his place, looking like he would kill someone.

Sansa didn´t know what to do. She was shocked because of Thornes behaviour, but she was also afraid. Afraid of Thornes statement, that something could happen to her. After a while she said.

"Jon, can you escort me to my room."

He came back from his trance and looked at her for the first time since the incident.

"Of course" he only said without any emotion and took her hand.

They headed straight to her room, without any pause. His hand was firm on hers. She found it quite painful, but didn´t say anything. He was troubled enough.

After a while they stopped in front of her door, with Jon dragging her literally in.

She didn´t know him so possessive. This was something new for her.

"Jon. Please can you stop it. Just talk with me, but don´t act like that. You´re frightening me."

"I´m sorry. Usually I don´t act like that, you know this. But…he provoked me bad. He´s doing it since the first time I was here. I never gave it a mind. But now that he attacked you…I couldn´t just do nothing. He needs to know who is in charge, sometimes I lose myself around him" he said frustrated and sat at her bed.

"Jon I understand this, but don´t let him ruin you. He wants you exactly like that, maybe trying to bring your dark side out. For the sake of your own, just ignore him" she said carefully and sat beside him. Taking his hand in hers, and stroking it. "You´re probably right, I should have known better.

He wants me to act mad, to let the others know that I can't be a commander. So he could be one. He always wanted the position, I should let someone observe him. Tracking every step he´s making."

"Maybe you should" she said and looked at him.


She was laying in her bed, trying to sleep. It was pitch dark outside. She could only see the pale moon, which was shining through her window.

Jon was sitting on a chair not far away from her, waiting for her to fall asleep like usually.

He could hear her movements around her bed.

"Is there something bothering you" he asked her.

"No. I should ask you this, not the other way around."

"You don´t need to worry, just sleep."

"Please talk with me" she said.

"I…can´t" he only said and stood up.

She saw him heading to the door, and wanted to get up. Before she could do it, she heard him saying.

"Don´t follow me."

The door closed, and she was left alone in the dark.


It´s really late, but I was sick for a whole week! And right now I´m on vacation :) Yeah and I got caught up with other things like COMIC CON! I wish I could go there -.- I will try to update every week! But I can´t promise anything :) Also I didn´t know how long it takes for someone to travel from Winterfell to the Nights Watch, but I googled it! And many people were saying that it must be about a week!