Today was the day. He was coming back home. She decided to spent the day in her father's old office, taking care of business, otherwise the impatience would kill her. Endless paperwork that needed to be sort out but she felt uneasy like a little girl.
The door creaked and someone entered the room. She didn't had to look to know who he was. Experiencing the change in the atmosphere, couldn't bring herself to say the first words. She stayed focused to the papers in front of her, and waited from him to do the first step.
Jon came into the room and his world realigned. Command suited her and changed the way she carried herself. The air surrounding her was more confident and authoritative.
"Hello, Sansa" he said with hesitation.
"So you found your way home " she uttered, finally sparing him with a glance.
"I did promised, didn't I?" he responded closing the distance between them. How much he wanted to grab her head and fill her with kisses. Hold your horses Snow, he chastised himself. Instead, he hugged her ungracefully, and took a step back looking at her expression. She never looked so unapproachable and indifferent.
"What's wrong?" Jon questioned.
"Oh, nothing." She disengaged from his arms and took her distance. "How did it go?"
He couldn't stop watching her, trying to decipher her behavior. "You could say it went well. Daenerys said she would help us eliminate the threat of the Night King"
"Is she Daenerys now for you? Did you kneel to her?" she mocked him.
"She wouldn't offer us her army, her dragons and the dragonglass, if I didn't bend the knee."
"Oh, I am sure you did more than bending the knee" she spit out.
"What that suppose to mean? You think I should have done anything differently?" he bit back.
"I bet you could. But the result worked out for you very well. Do you actually think that the North will kneel again to a Southerner?"
"I did the best I could with what I had. I know it isn't much but it's all we have. Stop fighting me at everything!" He shouted.
"Did you fuck her?" demanded to know looking him straight in the eyes.
"Why does it matter?" he responded lowering his face. That was the answer she needed. She threw the papers she was holding and passed him heading to the exit. She stopped next to him and without meeting his eyes confessed:
"Gods, I'm such an idiot. I wanted you. I wanted you more than a brother, more than a lover. But I was wrong all along. Arya and Bran are home. You should talk to them" she informed him as she left him there stunned by her revelations.