"You are not a Stark" Bran's words kept echoing in his head. "You are the true born son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. I collaborated with you friend from the wall, Sam, and we found legal transcripts of their union along with a letter from Rhaegar recognizing you as his offspring".
His whole world turned upside down. Everything he knew about his identity were fake. He tried to be mad with Ned, but how can someone be furious with the person that protected him and raised him as his own? At least now, he could love Sansa the way he wanted. But did she still wanted him?
Since their exchange of words in father's office (uncle's office, a voice corrected him inside his head), she became distant. She spent many of her hours with Brienne and Arya handling Winterfell's matters, like stock capacity and soldier's clothing and armament. People started to admire her and to look up to her for her ideas. Also, she transpired many other women to participate in public sphere prioritizing the issue of war, indicating it should be a joint endeavour. Her catch phrase was "This world doesn't belong to men only. It belongs to us, the women, too".
At dinner, she would talk mainly with Tyrion, while she completely ignored him, driving him crazy with jealousy. In his room at night, he wouldn't stop tormenting himself with thoughts of Sansa sleeping with another man just to get back at him. Why couldn't she forgive him for a moment of weakness? What happened between him and Daenerys was a mistake. And he would explain that to her if she just listened.
So now he had to make it through another night watching her from his distance. Today was Arya's birthday, and despite her arguments, they decided to celebrate like the old days with a big feast. Jon was drinking ale through the whole length of the night. It was impressing how many people were attending it, trying to remember how normalcy felt like. But after a certain amount of time he passed the point he could stand. Most importantly, he couldn't stand other men groping Sansa "accidentally". She didn't look like she was doing any move to stop them. Smiling and flirting, infuriated him, making him ready to explode.
"You look stressed".
"Excuse me?" he asked.
Jon turned his head and saw Daenerys gazing at him. After the night they spent together, they decided that it would be best for them to keep their relationship at a friendly level. She said that she would never give up her destiny to rule the Seven Kingdoms for any man, let alone for one who is in love with another woman.
She placed her thin hand to his arm "You look like you are going to start a brawl".
"I may be a bastard, yet they taught me manners" he defended himself.
"Without a doubt. But even the best gentleman can lose them, when the person he loves is pulling away from him. Don't worry. She looks like a good girl".
Jon didn't want to speak about his love life with Daenerys, so he scanned the hall, searching for Sansa again. The only thing he had to do was tracking the biggest circle of men, since she seemed to draw them like magnet did metal. He grabbed his cup again and kept looking at her, comforting himself that he wouldn't let anyone have her.