Gods she missed him. Days became weeks and still he hasn't came back. The days after he left, she walked the halls of Winterfell like she was a ghost. Fulfilling her duties, she did what Jon expected of her to do, rulling the North.
She actually like it. She liked the feeling of power in her hands. When a woman has been depraved of so many things by men, the power over them is at least cathartic.
Well, she thought, this woman wants power over one particular man but he is not here. Not that she could do anything anyway even if he was. Siblings shouldn't have these sentiments for each other. But the thing is that she never saw him like that. When they were kids, they almost hadn't any interaction other than the time of dinner. She didn't even dare talk to him, by the fear of hurting her mother.
But now everything's changed. His devotion to their family and the passion he shows fighting for their home are remarkable. But she could not stop her mind from thinking what it will be like if he was devoted and passionate to her, as a woman. And his woman she is, at least she would like very much to be.
She got up from her bed and went to the mirror. She admired her reflection and she brushed her auburn hair, these waves of fire at her body stopping just beneath her breasts. Her deep blue eyes, flickered from anticipation as she fantasized her naked body being touched by his hands, his long fingers. For months now, she dreamed this image, and instead of liberating, she was torturous and commanding.
The last couple of weeks her days became better. Bran and Arya came back home, both very changed by the many hardships they went through. She wished time could go back and all of them stayed here. She would never leave for Kings Landing. Jon would have never went to the Wall. Father, mother, Robb and Rickon would still be alive.
Shaking herself, she decided to get dressed. She had a long day ahead of her. For many days now, Littlefinger was trying to turn her against her own family. But she knew better. Today she would end it and Arya would be her hand of justice. Someone knocked at her door.
"My Lady" heard Brienne "A raven came from Dragonstone. Your brother demands your presence to a meeting at Kings Landing".
Someone had to be kidding her. She didn't had a word from him for weeks, not knowing if he was still alive or if he secured Daenerys help, and now he wants her to be present to a meeting far from Winterfell?
"Well, unfortunately I can't leave my duties here".
"But my lady..." Brienne started, but she cut her off.
"I am sending you as an emissary. If I trust someone more than anyone it's you Brienne. Seven Hells, I trusted you with my life. I still do. So I know you are going to do anything and everything to save the North. I have the impression that this is your home now. It wouldn't feel like mine without you here."
"My Lady, thank you for your kind words. You can count on me. Do you want me to transmit anything to your brother?"
She shook her head negatively. All the things she wanted to say, they could wait.