Days and nights were passing by while they waited Bran's visions about the Night King's next move. A vibe of urgency was hanging over their heads pushing them to convoke meetings everyday, trying to figure out the best strategy to win the army of the dead. Winterfell's blacksmiths were forging weapons of dragonglass non-stop, under the command of someone named Gendry. Sansa didn't know the man, but Aria and Ser Davos had vouched for him and that was all the reason she needed to trust him. New allies arrived everyday to join their effort yet the most important one was Jaime Lannister's. He declared that he couldn't abide by his sister the queen anymore and he devoted himself and his army to their cause.

Sansa found herself slowly liking the company of the Kingslayer. Everyday, around the time she was doing her rounds to check how things processed, he was at the stables taking care of his horse or at the yard exercising weapons with his left hand. One day he followed her and he started apologizing. She wasn't ready to forgive everything that his family did to hers but she could see in his eyes he wanted to make up for it. Everyday they walked together, with her showing him around Winterfell while she listened to his life story. They became close friends much to Jon's irritation. What most infuriated her was the fact that he didn't have the guts to say it personally, that he didn't want her to enjoy the company of Jaime, instead of sending others to speak for his behalf. Not that she would listen to him anyway. Between them there was a big void which only got bigger from the kisses they shared at her solar right before she freak out.

Today she was showing Jaime the Godswood. They sat by its roots and she heard him speak about the Mad King. She was so captivated by his story that she didn't see Jon coming until it was to late. He was in a threatening mood. It was obvious by the way he walked to where they were with big decisive strides and from the look he gave them, when after a while, he stood in front of them.

"You can go home and we'll talk later" he said to Sansa with his voice altered.

"We'll talk about what?" she replied with audacity. " I haven't commited any crime. I was just showing Jaime the Godswood."

"Stay out of it. As for you Lannister I warned you. Why are you laughing like an idiot?"

"That's not the reason of your rage and you don't want to admit it." Jaime answered calmly. "What's bothering you is that I got to have Sansa's company and you didn't".

Sansa got ready to intervene but she didn't had to, cause Jon reaction to Jaime's words was instant. He punched him in the jaw, making him fall to his knees from one moment to the other.

"You animal!" Sansa screamed at him falling by his side.

Jaime stood up pushing her aside softly. From the tip of his mouth a red thin stream of blood was running.

"Are you fine?" she asked worried.

The man nodded positively looking at Jon.

"Was it necessary to hit him?" Sansa yelled as she turned to face Jon. He ignored her and kept staring at Jaime like they were having a secret conversation.

"You almost broke my jaw" Jaime said rubbing his chin.

"Next time you speak to me like that, I will break it literally"

Jaime looked at him strangely, smiled and headed towards the castle.

"Why would you humiliate him so horribly?" she spoke when he vanished from her view. "He would never do anything to fight you back. You didn't have to prove you are the strongest man".

"You caused this scene" he hissed through his teeth. " I send others to warn you not to invest in a relationship of any kind with him. I know people like him".

"You think you know him?" she mocked. "Do you know, then, how oppressed he felt under the shadow of Cercei?"

"I am not going to discuss that with you. And stop what you have with him otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? Will you break my jaw too?" she questioned him.

He looked at her with such menace, that for a moment she thought he would. But then he smiled devilishly and said "No. With you, I will use another method to make you do what I want".

Sansa didn't want to know what he meant. She turned her back on him and took the way back home. When she entered the castle, she came across a very tender moment. Brienne was taking care of Jaime's wound by softly touching a clean cloth to his bleeding lip.

"Can we talk for a minute, my Lady?" Brienne questioned.

Sansa gazed at her, unsure, and then she shrugged with a way it showed she didn't mind. She followed Brienne to a small hallway.

"What happened to Jaime?"

"What did he say?" Sansa responded patiently.

"I asked him and he said that he got hit by a door. But I didn't believe him. It felt like an excuse to hide the truth".

"Next time he should be more careful not hitting to doors like that" Jon suddenly appeared with an ironic smile daring Sansa to prove him wrong.

"If you'll excuse me" Sansa murmured and proceeded towards her chambers.

"Dinner is ready, Sansa" Jon reminded her.

"I know that. That's why I am going to my room to freshen up a bit" she rejoined.

In her solar, she was spilling some water to her face when she heard the door open, sensing his presence. She looked at him through the mirror, seeing him in the middle of the room.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To have a couple of words with you"

"Who do you think you are, huh? You think you have a right to tell me what to do or who should be my friend? The days I did whatever men wanted are over. Why don't you leave me alone?"

"I don't want to leave you" he answered, slowly approaching her.

"What do you mean you don't want to? If you think I'll fall for that, you are a fool!"

"Oh really?" Jon spoke sarcastically and passed his arm around her waist.

"Reall.."

Before she could say anything, Jon sealed her lips with a kiss. Pleasure flooded through her and she wrapped her hands around his body. She glued her body to his and enjoyed the moments that passed until their mouths separated.Feeling dizzy, she rested her cheek to his shoulder.

"So, you'll do as I say, isn't it?" Jon's voice startled her.

She pulled her body away from his and looked at him. Her blood was boiling with anger. He found out her weakness for him and took advantage of it.

"No. No!" Sansa raised her tone retreating away from Jon "I won't!"

"Are you sure?" he asked lightly touching her breast.

Her reaction was instinctive and violent. She raised her hand and slapped him with all her power, not caring about the consequences.

Jon turned white. For a few seconds, he seemed like he didn't understood what happened but when he did, he grabbed her from her wrists, threw her to the bed, fell on top of her and kissed her aggressively. He hurted her and she tried to push him, to free herself from his cruel embrace. She didn't make it though. Jon was stronger and he left her only when he felt his point was taken.

"Don't you dare hit me again. The next time, I'll return it" he stated dryly.

"I would prefer it" Sansa threw at him feeling the taste of her own blood in her mouth. Then she looked at him in the eyes and said: "You are a beast, Jon Snow!".

"Aren't we all, deep down? If you think for a minute that..."

"Would you please leave me alone?" she interrupted him. "People are waiting at the dining hall".

"Won't you come?"

"Later. I need to freshen up as I said before".

"Don't be late, otherwise I'll come back and bring you by force" he whispered before he exited her chambers.

Sansa threw some more water to her face and looked carefully at her mouth in the mirror. That wasn't a kiss. It was a real bite, a punishment for the way she treated him. In a short time, her lip would swell and others would notice it.

"What a brut!" she cursed loudly. She sat at the edge of her bed and her mind drifted to the other men that had kissed her. She never expected Jon to impose himself on her. Yet, she hated to admit that she liked it. She got up and started to walk towards the door. Her lip felt swollen and smiled at the thought of others asking to know what happened to her and why her mouth was blackened. I got hit by the same door that hit Jaime previously, she would respond looking Jon into his eyes. They would all look at her shocked and probably demanded to know where that dangerous door was.

At Winterfell, my Lords. At Winterfell.