Sansa I

She was in her personal quarters, she was thining of the situation, the whole situation. The wall had fallen, Jon bent the knee, and he came back with some men that the Northerners loathed. Fortunately for her brother, she decided to tell the Northerners that Jon had only allied with Daenerys rather than bend the knee to her, and she'd try to convince him not to bend the knee and ally through any other way, even if it meant marriage. She wasn't sure how she felt about her, and the fact that she apparently was in an intimate relationship with Jon, but she'd play the game, to keep Jon on the northern throne, she wasn't going to turn the Starks into lone wolves, and besides she didn't a crown to rule, even to betray Jon. The pack rules together, Arya could keep rebellious lords in line, Jon could inspire loyalty and lead the armies, Bran could get the information they need and she could do the stewardship. But first, she had to take a moment for herself, in the godswood.

She got up, and out of her quarters, when on her way to the Godswood, she saw Jon and Ghost walk past by her, ignoring her completely, which caught her offguard. It wasn't his style, and he wasn't in his mood, something troubled him. She decided to follow him, but by the time she took her decision to follow him he was already a hundred steps ahead of her. She still decided to follow her brother, even though she guessed by his attitude that he'd probably behead anyone who tried to follow him. He won't behead me, she thought. And so she followed him blindly and saw him heading into the crypts. When she entered the crypts, she thought he'd be at their father's statue, but when she arrived at Ned Stark's statue she saw him at another statue, Lyanna Stark's. But why? Why was Jon there? He had a Blue Winter rose in hand that he picked up earlier, he gently deposed it in the statue's hand. Sansa then joined Jon and stood beside him.

"Aunt Lyanna..." She said, to start the conversation.

"Not to me." Jon said.

"What do you mean?" Sansa replied. She managed to get a smile out of him.

"They say she was beautiful didn't they? She must have been, for a married man to crown her queen of love and beauty instead of his own wife, and she must have been this beautiful, for them to start a war over her." He paused looking at the statue, with tears in his eyes. "I always thought I was Jon Snow, a bastard, Ned Stark's son. I thought. I thought my mother was far away, in the south, or in the east, but not here."

"What do you mean?" Sansa asked, perplexed, and scared of what he might say.

"Turns out I'm none of these things. I'm not Ned Stark's son, I'm not a bastard, I'm not Jon Snow. I'm not even a Stark." He paused and took a deep breath."My grandfather, burnt my other grandfather who died at the hands of his own personal guard. My father, after annulling his mariage to his wife Elia, married my mother before dying in battle, at the trident. And my mother, my mother died after giving birth to me, her only son."

"You're..." Sansa said, unable to process what he was telling her.

"My name is Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his name." The man she thought to be her bastard half-brother said. They locked eyes with eachother, Sansa eventually broke the eye contact apart, looking back at the statue. She then looked back at Jon, who was still looking at the statue.

"We were all fools to believe the honorable Ned Stark would lay with another woman, even when he was younger." Jon said before looking back at her. She would have asked him how he knew, but she realized that it was Bran's doing. He'd told him that and something else that only Jon knew. She also guessed that Bran told him in the godswood, which is why Jon left so violently. Strangely enough, she believed all of it, everything, that Rhaegar and Lyanna fell in love and that Jon is a Targaryen.

"You're still a Stark."

"As much as I'm a Targaryen." He'd been quick to reply. She knew what it all meant. With the laws of succession, it meant that Jon inherited Rhaegar's title of Crown Prince. Which meant that ignoring Robert's conquest, it made Jon... or Aegon the heir to the iron throne.

"Do you understand what this all means?" Sansa asked

"Aye. That my name is Aegon Targaryen, and... that Daenerys is my aunt" He said it in a sad tone. She wasn't sure how to feel about what he said, but she knew what it implied.

"Do you still love her? In that way I mean..." Sansa asked, which made Jon have a small laugh.

"Do you want to know the strange thing? I think I still do. No. Not I think, I still do love her. As strange as it sounds. Must be in my blood." He said. His joke gave her a sigh of relief, but it still felt strange that Jon loved his aunt, but she did empathized. He'd never known her as his aunt, only as a lover. Falling in love with someone you know as your aunt doesn't make her any less your aunt. And so, finding out that your lover is you aunt doesn't make her any less your lover.

"Are you all right?" Sansa asked

"I think I'll be" Jon replied with a smile. She gave him a smile back and they left the crypt.