AN: I've been asked why I haven't paired Sansa with Sandor, and it's simple…I'm not a really huge fan of "SanSan." I honestly think that Sandor has a more "protector" relationship with Sansa rather than a romantic one. I think that Sandor is drawn to her innocence, he wants to protect her, and it's not sexual attraction. Hence the reason he hated seeing her beaten by Joffrey, etc.

Also I'm just going to give a shout out to abbymaie. But thanks to anyone who reviewed this story and followed, etc. I appreciate the support. Anyway, let's get on with this.

Disclaimer: All of this world came from one mans mind…his name is George. George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 15 Jon V

Jon

Jon sat in the small council chamber, and with his family and Tyrion after standing vigil to, Jorah. Varys was off to meet the goaler and was not with them. Everyone was dressed in black, including Arya's kids, who were now asleep on her and Gendry's shoulders. It felt weird to be all clad in black again, because he hadn't since he was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, so long ago. Sansa was sitting next to Jon in a black dress; Eddard was also fast asleep on her shoulder. It seemed Sansa had become like a second mother to him as of late, and Jon couldn't blame him: the boy had been through enough. Jon sat there, with a hand on his chin, as he sat there in silence with everyone else. The only sound that could be heard was the snoring of the children, and the silent breathing coming out of Jon's nose. The funeral had drained the life out of them, and everyone was tired. Enough had happened to set everyone on edge, and paranoia began to set in. Aegon's ghost was being seen in every shadow, and already there were people coming to Jon and claiming they captured him, but all were fakes.

The procession was held at the Great Sept of Baelor, since he was Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. It was a grey and gloomy day. The Silent Sisters had prepared his body and anointed it with the oils and scents. The Sept still smelled of death, but the oils and scents had seen to it not being so pungent. Jon stood there with the rest of his family, as everyone paid there last respects. His body was clad in his golden Kingsguard armor, his sword laid on his chest and his hands were grasping the hit, and his body was well washed. Jon vividly remembered standing there looking at Jorah's body, as Sansa knelt before his body, clutching Eddard's hand; Jorah's face had a serene look to it, and for once his devil brands did not scare him.

He looks at peace, Jon thought as he stood there watching as each person knelt before him, one-by-one. It was like a dream he couldn't shake himself out of, and he felt as if he couldn't move. In front of him stood Edric, standing vigil for a whole day; holding a large great sword. Everyone went up, one by one, which included the Stark family, the Martell's, and the small council; paying respect's to him. The High Septon and the Seven of the Most Devout had asked the Father to judge him justly, and blessed his body. Jon had ordered Jorah's vigil to be held immediately, and the Stark family went out of respect for him. Jorah had given his final breath to protect Daenerys' children, and James had ordered a statue erected for the man in front of the White Tower. Jon did not know if Jorah had any family left, because the only person he knew was his father, Jeor, and the Old Bear was dead. Nonetheless, he had the bones sent back to Bear Island, so that he may rest beside his family.

Suddenly, Jon felt a hand move from his thigh all the way to his hand, and giving it a squeeze. His heart began to fluter as Jon removed his other hand from his chin, and looked to his right and saw Arianne looking up at him, smiling. Jon returned the smile in kind and they locked eyes. Her large brown eyes stared at him, and he felt at ease, waves of happiness crashed upon him. So this is what James means. She was wearing a black dress that Daenerys had landed her, and her brown hair fell down to her back. He found himself growing closer to the Dornish women with each passing day, and they had been spending a lot of time together.

Every morning they'd break their fast together, often with a different one of her cousins to watch over them, and they talked. Jon didn't think he'd ever like another women besides Ygritte, but that had been years ago. Arianne believed in the idea of courting, and Jon was happy she agreed. The wedding was to happen soon, and he was excited. Jon just hoped they would be in love by then. Jon clutched her hand even harder, and returned to thinking; they exchanged words without muttering one, all was spoken through the eyes.

Jon heard the sound of a faint cry, as he looked over and saw Eddard waking up in Sansa's arms for a second before his head fell down upon her shoulder and he went back to sleep. Sansa kissed his head and stroked his back, as she looked to Jon and smiled, which he returned. I hope that women find's someone, he thought, she'd make a great mother. Jon looked around the small council room and noticed everyone was thinking, even Tyrion who was drinking out a cup of wine.

"It's a shame they didn't attend," Sansa finally said, breaking the silence like a sheet of ice, "they owed it to him."

Tyrion sat up in his chair. "Their daughter is close to…" he cleared his throat, daring not to say the word. The same word that had been upon Jon's mind, but he pushed it out: like some evil entity.

"All I'm saying is that you'd never leave your daughters side too."

Sansa nodded, and returned back to her thoughts. James and Dany did not attend Jorah's funeral, and hadn't left their chambers since Rhaella was poisoned. The little girl was battling a horrible fever, and they never left her side. They'd have their meals brought to them, and James had Jon listen to pleas or represent him in the small council. Both slept in the room with her. Daenerys never attended either; both their insanities growing with each day Rhaella laid unconscious. Sam was also on high alert all day, and was always attending to her needs.

Eddard was confused and was too young to understand what was going on; he thought his parents had left him, along with Rhaella. So he grew attached to Sansa, and never left her side. Ned would cling to her dress, and slept in her room in a small cot they had made for him. He was also highly protective of her, and would lash out at anyone who came to close to her; it reminded Jon of Rickon at that age. Ned missed Rhaella, as he'd spend a tremendous amount of time with her when he wasn't playing with Robert, and Lyanna missed her too, and so she grew restless with each day. Arya didn't let her visit Rhaella, for she and Gendry thought they wouldn't understand. Jon had visited her everyday, and prayed for her in the Sept or the Godswood. Her poisoning had brought James and Dany closer than ever before, but if she were to…Jon didn't want to think about it.

"She is not going to die!" Sansa finally said, "Rhaella will live."

"All we can do is hope and pray, Lady Stark." Tyrion replied, he had grown solemn.

"They haven't left her side since then." Jon said.

"Would you leave your child's side if they had been poisoned, Jon?" Arya asked, her tone hinted at sarcasm more than a serious question.

Jon shook his head.

"Didn't think so."

"I understand their grievances, as a parent I really do," Gendry said, "but they must be seen to rule, together. If they don't then, Aegon will have won."

"He hasn't won, yet." Jon corrected.

"Was the women sent by, Aegon?" Arianne asked. She was always intrigued by the politics.

Tyrion nodded. "The goaler says so. The women was some peasant that Aegon had found in King's Landing. She was starving and desperate."

"And who hired her?" Jon asked, but he had his curiosities.

"While under torture, she admitted that some mysterious man in a black hood came to visit her in Flea Bottom. He said he was an envoy of Aegon Targaryen, and that if she did him a favor she would be granted more gold than she could've ever imagined."

"Did she get a good look at the man?"

Tyrion shrugged. "She couldn't see his face, but she assured that the man was a large fellow. Big around the gut and smelled of fish. She also said that he had stubble, and was dressed like a common fishermen."

Arya laughed. "And how many fishermen do you know that are fat? If so, please tell me, because they usually do not have enough money to buy that much food."

"Good point, Lady Baratheon," Tyrion jested, but Arya did make a good point. Jon had never met any fat smallfolk, or many smallfolk at all.

"So what are we to do?" Sansa asked, Jon noticed she'd become interested in politics as well.

"What can we do," Tyrion replied, pouring wine, "but hope that Aegon dies of a bad accident, or that somebody finds him. We are not privy to his plans, or his whereabouts. It's what makes him so dangerous like a-"

"-An injured animal," Jon finished. "Like an injured animal backed into a corner."

Tyrion nodded and drank more wine.

"Has anyone declared for him?"

"Not that we know of besides the Tyrell's and some minor houses. Bran should be crossing the Neck any day now, and hopefully the Bartheon's will make their way from the Storm Land's. Uncle Edmure has written that his banner-men have begun to pour in from the Riverlands. They should begin their march here, shortly."

"And what will be Aegon's plan?" Arianne asked.

Jon shrugged. "He will probably lay a siege to King's Landing. Aegon is no fool and won't risk meeting us in an open field, while Dany still has her dragons. No, he will try and lay siege so she really can't use them. Aegon knows that Dany will not risk burning the city to the ground, or killing innocents."

"That makes sense," Arianne replied. "So the only hope we have is to catch him in the open field, or cut off his allies."

"That is the plan."

"Do James or Dany know about this?" Sansa asked.

Jon shook his head. "I've tried to talk to them, but they won't hear me."

"And they won't hear Ned's cries, either." Sansa said, motioning to the sleeping child on her shoulder. "They miss Jorah's vigil and neglect their other child, Jon. We must go talk sense into them."

"As both of you should," Tyrion added. "I think they will listen to two voices instead of one."

"Well than," Jon said, rising out of his chair and motioning to Sansa, "let's go!"

Sansa nodded and slowly rose out of her chair: making sure not to wake Ned. Jon offered to take him, but she declined; saying that he will wake up in an instant. Jon then squeezed Arianne's hand, and made his way towards the door. He walked side-by-side with Sansa, and along the way studied his sleeping nephew on her shoulder. He looked like some sort of angel, and he was in his own world: never wanting to awake. He could lose himself in there forever, Jon thought. He, perhaps, could share the same feeling with Arianne, or at least hoped to one day.

"He must weigh so much," Jon said, as Sansa looked at him.

"One gets used to it," she replied, shrugging her shoulder up slowly.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take him?"

Sansa shook her head. "Little Ned over here is a light sleeper, and would wake in a second. Trust me, Jon, you don't want to see him angry."

"Just like father…" Jon muttered. He had never seen Eddard Stark angry as a child, but he did once and it wasn't pleasant. It seemed his nephew was the same way.

Sansa smiled, "Yes just like, father."

"But he is such a calm child."

"When he wants to be," Sansa corrected, "but he can turn into the wolf he is on a dime, Jon. Not to mention he is also part dragon…"

"Like me." Jon jested.

Sansa nodded and they kept walking. Each step felt like a mile, and he could only begin to fathom how she must be feeling with the extra weight on her arms.

"How are things with, Arianne?" she asked, breaking the silence between the two. Although, Sansa did not treat him with the same disdain she did when they were children; Jon still didn't know how to talk to her. Old habits really do die hard, he guessed.

"Things are good, Sansa. Me and Arianne are getting along well."

Sansa smiled. "That is good to hear. I'm happy that you've found someone."

She then turned fast to the right, as soon as she said the last comment. Jon could tell she was sad. He figured that it stemmed from her broken relationship with, Willas Tyrell. James and Arya had told him about Sansa and Willas, and Jon wasn't surprised by it. However, he knew that once that dagger found its way into James: the relationship was over. Jon felt bad for her. Sansa was truly a nice person and had a gentle heart, much like Daenerys. And there was a beauty about Sansa that Jon could not understand. Her wide blue eyes and auburn hair could melt any man's heart. She wasn't as beautiful as Daenerys, but their was just something about her. A more graceful beauty, so to speak, and not like the wild beauty that Arya had. Jon felt weird just thinking about it. He had seen men staring at her, when they thought nobody was looking, and Jon felt a strange feeling of jealousy...or the need to protect her. It was all confusing. I'd marry her if I wasn't her brother, Jon thought, or her cousin...

Even though she treated him sourly in their youth, Sansa, had moments where she treated him not like a bastard, but a brother. When they finally met again, years later, she cried and told him she was sorry for everything: and that was before he knew he was the son of Rhaegar. Jon didn't know if she was crying or was just sad, but he felt that he had to comfort her someway; like a good brother would.

"I'm sorry about you and Willas." he finally said, and he noticed Sansa quickly wiped away tears with her free hand. Sometimes she reminded him of that little girl.

"Thank you," she replied, as she turned to him and smiled. Her eyes were by now the same color as her hair.

"I know you'll find someone, Sansa," Jon said, timidly. "I can already tell by the way you act around, Ned; that you'll be a great mother."

Sansa smiled once more and kissed him on the cheek, without warning. Jon felt himself awkwardly blush, and kept walking forward. Hoping that she didn't notice the color flush onto his cheeks. Finally they both arrived at the royal chambers, and Jon could feel the sense of sadness radiating from the room. It was the same feeling in the pit of his stomach that arose each time he entered the room. Jon gave Sansa a stare and a curt nod: his hand began to reach for the handle, knowing what was on the other side.

Suddenly, both of them heard screaming from the other side of the door, and Jon felt himself jump. It was a sudden shriek of terror that made his heart beat wildly, and sweat began to trickle down the back of his neck. Jon feared the worst had happened. From the yell he could tell it was, Daenerys. He looked over to Sansa who must've been experiencing the same feelings, because he noticed the color gone from her face. She had another hand on Ned's head, hoping it would drown out the screams and not wake him up.

Without hesitation he forcibly opened the door, and discovered the scene. The room was dark and the only visible light were radiating from candles. The trays of eaten food were in the corner; making a giant mountain of them. Jon looked over to the bed and saw James cradling Dany in his arms. His wife was clung to his tunic like a spider, both of her hands holding a fistful of fabric, and her face buried into his chest. James was stroking the back of her head and whispering into it; Jon couldn't hear what they were saying. James was wearing night clothes and Dany was wearing the same. Jon knew they hadn't changed since Rhaella was poisoned. Then Jon noticed the little girl sleeping on her back, beside her parents. Jon felt his heart sink into his stomach and sadness crashed over him. He locked eyes with his brother, who with a nod of his head, called him and Sansa both over.

Jon and Sansa walked over, as James returned to whispering into her hair.

"It was just a dream, Dany," Jon heard him say. "It was just a nightmare and nothing more…"

Dany continued crying, as James looked up to both of them: his eyes in despair. Jon's gaze moved over to Rhaella and he watched her tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. It was the only sign of life within her body. She was in nightclothes, and her hair was still kept in a braid. Jon walked over to her side and kissed her lightly on her forehead. His niece smelled of flowers. Her skin was so warm when his lips met her forehead, and it was a cause for alarm but he kept quiet. Sansa laid Ned down on the bed next to her, and stood there for a few seconds, hoping he didn't wake up. When the boy seemed ok, she and Jon, walked over to James again. Who was still comforting his wife.

"Dany, had a bad dream is all. Sorry for the alarm."

"What was the dream about?" Sansa asked. Jon felt it wasn't a good idea to ask that question.

Dany cried harder, as James held her tighter. "She had a dream that Rhaella…" he couldn't finished, but Jon got the message.

"I've had this dream before," Dany finally said, her red eyes retracting from James' chest, "it's where Rhaella is ok, but she than bursts into…" Dany buried her face into his chest and continued crying, all James could do was coddle her.

Jon pulled up a chair next to him and sat down, as Sansa remained on the bed. By now, Dany had spent all her tears and her head was placed on James' lap. He was brushing her hair with his hand; coarse silver hair ran through his fingers. Jon hoped to do the same with, Arianne.

"I'm sorry," Sansa said. She sat down on the bed and place a hand on Dany's shoulder.

"Thank you."

There was nothing but silence after that.

"How goes things with, Arianne?" Dany asked.

"Good," Jon replied, quickly, "I hope to end up liking her."

"You already have," Sansa interjected. "I see the way you two act around each other and it reminds me of James and Dany, over here."

Jon noticed a smile tugging at his brothers face.

"Is that so?" he asked, giving a slight chuckle. "Has Jon Snow fallen in love…"

"He might have." Jon said, with dignity. He was not ashamed to admit his feelings for, Arianne.

"I'm happy for you, Jon," Dany said, "I truly am."

"Thank you."

"So who is planning the wedding?" Dany asked, a smile tugging at her face. Jon knew it would get Sansa curious.

"I'm not sure…" Jon answered, he kept his stare away from Sansa. "Perhaps one of Arianne's cousins or-"

"-Or Sansa." James finished. Jon knew what he was doing. "Sansa, could prepare it."

"Could I?" Jon heard Sansa say. "I'm not sure I'd have the time with, Ned clinging to me over here."

Jon saw Dany reach out and place a hand on Sansa's.

"I don't know how I can ever thank you for that, Sansa. You've been a great aunt to my little Ned. I don't know how he is going to survive when you have to return to Winterfell."

"I don't know how I'am going to survive without him."

Sansa turned to Jon. "As much as I'd love to, Jon. I think that one of her cousins might have to…"

Jon nodded and silence reigned for a few moments after that.

"So why are you two here?" James asked.

"To see how you and Rhaella were doing." Jon replied, he noticed Sansa was stroking the sleeping little girls forehead back and forth.

"Rhaella is going to get better." James insisted, Jon hoped so.

"I know she is, James. But that is not the only reason why we are here…" Jon said, his voice trailing at the end. He hoped that this would not spiral into an inferno.

"Than voice your reason, brother," James said, his gaze lingering on his daughter. "I would not have you speaking in riddles."

Jon cleared his throat and he looked at Sansa, who shot him a look of worry. "You know that you missed Jorah's vigil."

Dany's eyes shot open and she sat up; propping herself on James' lap. "My sweet bear," she said, stroking James' hair. "My sweet bear who gave his life, so that my children can live."

"Be that as it may," Sansa said, "you both should have been there."

Jon gulped the lump in his throat; this conversation may go down hill from here.

James turned to her. "And what would you have us do, Sansa? Abandon our daughter while she lays on her…" He paused, "I will not have it."

"I would have you show that nothing is wrong, and that both of you are united," Sansa looked to both of them, "as one." She paused. "Do you not think it weird that the King and Queen would not attend the vigil of the Lord Commander of their Kingsguard."

"We couldn't bring ourselves to." Daenerys said. "Looking upon Jorah's face would have given me too much grief, and it would've reminded me of that night."

Jon noticed Sansa close her eyes and take a deep breath: her word's were falling on deaf ears. Sansa was wise and she often gave good counsel. If born a man she could've made a good Hand or Maester.

"You owed it to him," Jon said. "You owed it to Jorah."

James sighed. "I know we did, Jon. And his memory will forever be remembered when the statue is finished; however, Dany is right. It would have given us too much grief. I would not have myself weeping like a babe in front of everyone…"

Jon scoffed. "Do you really care what everyone thinks of you, James?"

"Of course I do, Jon!" he yelled. "I'am the King; I have to care what people think of me!"

Jon could tell he was getting angry, and decided not to breech the subject any further. As if like clock-work both Dany and Sansa reached over to him, and bid him to calm down, so he wouldn't wake up the kids. James shook his head and turned his attention back to Rhaella.

"That's not the only thing you have missed, James." Sansa said, after a few moments of silence. Jon knew that he'd never get mad at her.

"What have else have we missed?" Dany asked.

Jon cleared his throat. "Well, since you haven't been to the small council meetings we have to let you know what is going on."

"What is going on?"

"We need to have a plan of attack in case Aegon makes his move. Dany, we need to prepare in case of a siege…"

"Aegon will not lay siege to the city." James insisted. "He wouldn't dare think of it."

"Oh, would he?" Jon replied, "Aegon will not dare to meet us in open field, James. He won't risk the dragons destroying his army. However, he will try and lay siege to the city, possibly at night, and by surprise. He knows that we won't unleash the dragons if it risks burning the city down, and killing innocents in the process."

"We have scouts everywhere, Jon," Dany swiftly countered. "I think we will know if Aegon has an army coming towards our city."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Be that as it may, Dany. By the time the scouts get to us, we wouldn't have enough time to respond. It would take us awhile to release the dragons, and we don't have enough men-at-arms. The Martell's are sending their army towards us, but that could take a while. Aegon could be here by tomorrow for all we know."

"Than prepare the city for a siege, Jon. Ration out the food and begin closing off the gates."

"Tyrion, also suggested that the Gold Cloaks arrest every notorious thief. In case they decided to go and steal food."

"See to it that it is done. However, I will not have anymore talk of this. Me and Dany are tired." James said.

Jon scoffed out loud, he didn't know if he meant to. "You can not sit idly by while Aegon's strength grows everyday! Attend the small council meetings! Show that you guys are still united and strong! You must prepare!"

James and Dany igorned him; Jon found himself growing increasingly frustrated. He looked over to Sansa for help, but it seemed she had given up on them.

Jon decided to continue with his tirade, "You two must rule! I beg of you! We need a new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard! Sitting by her side will not make Rhaella get better over night and-"

"Enough, Jon!" James yelled, at the top of his lungs. Dany tried to calm him down but it did not help, "My daughter is close to death and you ask me to leave her side. Are you stupid? I'd gladly take this stupid crown off my head, and hand it over to Aegon if it meant bringing my daughter back to me. So please, just leave us be."

The sudden outburst caused Jon to cringe and Sansa to jump up from the bed. Jon felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he could tell that he felt hurt by what James said. Then all of a sudden he heard the crying of children, as he noticed Ned had woken up. The boy began to cry and call for Sansa, as she ran over and scooped him from the bed. Coddling him in her arms, and rocking him to sleep.

"I'm here sweet child, do not worry," Sansa whispered into his hair.

Jon stood up from the chair and with Sansa, made his way towards the door. James and Dany both turned their attention back to Rhaella, as Jon heard Sansa clear her throat.

"You're a real ass, James," was all she said, as both her and Jon walked towards the door. James did not reply.

Jon was about to open the door when, Sam came running through. He was holding a tiny cup, and said hello to Jon and Sansa before he made his way over to the bed.

Dany lifted Rhaella's tiny head, and Sam brought the cup to her mouth.

"It is only honey and water." Sam assured, "It is so she is fed properly. The Milk of the Poppy will keep her sleeping for a while, and hopefully the fever will break." He paused, "Tonight will be especially difficult, James. Rhaella needs to sweat the fever out, or she may not make it."

James nodded as Sam bid them farewell, and walked past Jon and Sansa. Jon had never seen him so drained of life and nervous. And Sam was always nervous. Jon closed the door, as he saw Dany crying into James' chest once again.

He and Sansa began to walk back to the small council, Ned perched on her shoulder, so that they could deliver the news of their failure. Jon felt that his hands were in a coil, and his face felt flushed. James was probably the most stubborn person he ever met, and not even Sansa could coax him out of this. It was times like these he wished he'd have just stayed at Castle Black, and just ignored the offer to be Hand of the King. If it wasn't for Sam being so persuasive... At times Jon thought about how his life would've been if he had just stayed at the Wall. Perhaps, he would be happier at the moment. But, then he realizes there would have been so many things he would've missed; like the birth of his nieces and nephews, or meeting Arianne. Then he realized that his niece might not live through the night and…he blocked the thought out again.

"Getting through to him is like breaking through a wall with just your hands, Jon." Sansa fumed, she was clearly frustrated. "He is so stubborn."

"I know, Sansa. Trust me I know."

"Is this what you've been living with for almost three years now?" Sansa exclaimed, "I don't know how you live!"

Jon laughed. "I take it a day at a time, Sansa. But having Arianne by my side has seemed to help."

"Sorry that I can't arrange your wedding, Jon. I'd love to but until Rhaella gets better I fear that I won't have the time. With practically being Ned's mother and all…"

"I understand." Jon reassured.

"Now we have to tell them that we failed." Sansa said.

"I fear that they won't take this all seriously until Rhaella is better. All we can do is hope and pray."

"The little girl might not live through the night."

Jon waived a hand in the air. "Please, I don't want to think about that."

She nodded and they both kept walking forward. The walk back did not seem to last as long as the walk over to their chamber seemed, and Jon was reluctant of that. Both the golden sphinxes at the entrance appeared before them, and Jon released a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he saw a tiny figure run out of the entrance to the small council. Both him and Sansa stopped, as they watched the figure getting closer. Jon could tell it was Tyrion. His little legs carried him as fast as they could and he looked alarmed. By the time he reached Sansa and Jon he could hardly breath: his arms were perched onto his thighs, and he was out of breath. Jon walked over to him and crouched to his eye level. That is when he noticed the raven scroll clutched in his hand.

"Tyrion, what is wrong?" Jon asked, placing hand on his shoulder.

Tyrion looked up at him, and his eyes sported a look of worry. Jon feared the worst.

"Tell me, Tyrion! What does the raven scroll say?"

Tyrion stood up straight and handed him the raven scroll. Jon slowly opened it up and began to read, as Tyrion described the situation.

"It is from your brother, Bran." he said, as Jon read. "It seems that Aegon has gotten a head start on us, Jon."

He continued catching his breath. "I had to run and tell you as fast as possible. I was hoping you were still with the King and Queen. The small council already knows, Jon. And the whole city will know by tomorrow."

Jon finished reading and felt his hand crumple the raven scroll. He and Tyrion locked eyes, and both shook their heads.

"What is wrong?" Sansa asked, Jon forgot she was there. Neither Tyrion or Jon had the heart to tell her.

"What is wrong, Jon?" she asked again. Jon could tell she was worried.

He stood up and turned to face her. "Asha Greyjoy has attacked the North, under Aegon's name, Sansa. She has taken the Neck, and Bran's army is trapped. The war has begun."

AN: reviews appreciated. And can i please get a 30th? :) I'll still update anyway but it irks me to be one away.