ALAYNE
When Alayne awoke she was shocked at first to find herself in her old rooms in Winterfell as Sansa. Shocked at first, but then when she thought of the occasional dreams she indulged herself, thought for it to just be a pleasant homesick dream and that as soon as she stood the castle walls would turn to snow and a gigantic foot and booming voice of young Lord Robert would come leaving them a ruin. So Alayne-to enjoy the sweet delights of Sansa's memory-decided to stay a bed for some time and enjoy the rustle and bustle of a busy courtyard below.
It wasn't long before a knock was heard at the door and in entered a woman she'd doubted she'd ever see again, her mother.
"Sansa, what are you doing a bed at this hour? It's time to come down to the Great Hall and break your fast."
Alayne couldn't bring herself speak, too scared of disturbing the dream, but when it became obvious a reply was expected, she simpered a demure "Yes, m-mother"-which sounded awfully different to her ears.
Lady Stark seemed to take this as an acceptable answer and took pains to lay out a dress of her choosing for Sansa to wear. Alayne remembered it well-it was one of Sansa's favorites-a delightful light blue dress that had begun to not fit Sansa right around her chest just as she was leaving Winterfell. That was why Sansa had left it behind on her journey south to King's Landing. After this her mother began to leave the room, but was stopped as her hand gripped the metal latch to the door with a strong hug which came from Sansa, not Alayne.
Lady Stark, obviously surprised at the amount of affection her daughter showed in this moment, clucked that she well appreciated the hug, but had things to attend to. So with an endearing kiss on the top of Alayne's head, she took her leave of her room.
Alayne then dressed herself, asking for help only with the ties in the back from a maid who'd been passing at precisely the right moment. The dress still fit too tightly around her chest, but she did not mind it-after all, that's how it had felt the last time she'd worn it, and she figured her dream must have been recalling the memory. After pulling on her boots Alayne quickly took stock of her reflection in her Myrish hand glass. It most definitely was a dream-for her hair had returned to its Tully color of auburn. There was also something noticeably different about her face-it looked smaller and slightly more confined than she remembered it-but no matter, it was just a dream.
Alayne then exited her room and left the Great Keep. As she crossed the courtyard for the Great Hall she couldn't help but notice that Winterfell looked exactly the way she remembered it. She soaked it all in radiantly so much that she knocked right into her bastard brother completely unawares.
Suddenly overwhelmed at the sight of her half-brother, Sansa broke through her initial shock and Alayne's indecision at how to act, and embraced him in a rather tight grip.
"Oh, Jon... I'm so sorry." Thoughts of the barely audible whispers from servants in the Eyrie, of being passed over and ignored by others, and of cruel japes about her probable birth by a whore of a mother in her father's employ, ran through her mind. This was what it was like to be a bastard, and from that experience she was so sorry that Jon had to endure it.
"You have not anything to apologize for, Sansa" replied Jon in obvious confusion.
Sansa replied with a near sob, peering up at his bemused face from his shoulder that she'd rested her head on, "Oh but I do. All this time I never knew how horrible people must have treated you. I'm sorry."
After the apology that she'd never known she'd wanted to give, until she'd seen him once again, was finished, Sansa then asked her bewildered brother if he'd broke his fast yet. After learning he hadn't she then asked if he'd sup with her-which he speechlessly accepted, regaining some of his solemn demeanor as he did. It was then that she resolved the next time she saw her half-brother to do as much as she'd done here in her dream. It felt like it was only the right thing, and it lifted such a heavy weight on her heart that she'd hardly known had existed.
Sansa later smiled as she, Jon, and a groggy Robb broke their fast late in the morning and japed with one another in a Great Hall in the midst of it being cleaned by servants. It was a happy scene of a happy dream, if only it were still possible, Sansa thought.