Sansa was training with Arya once again. Her body was growing stronger and faster but she was still far from her sister's skill. They had started with swords, moved to daggers, and today with much reluctance moved onto archery. When Arya had first announced her plans Sansa had froze remembering the man she had once been married to and how he would hunt people for sport. Her body shook as Arya handed her the bow. She took a deep breath and forced her hands to stay still and listened as Arya instructed her to do.
Her first show flew well over the target, but Arya smiled her head pleased. When Sansa asked her why, Arya explained how Sansa was "How long bows where one of the hardest to control and Sansa notched and shot with ease." Sansa smiled at this it meant that she was getting stronger, and she liked making her sister proud.
They practiced with the standstill targets for another hour and then Arya with a wolfish smile asked her sister if she wanted to try live targets. When Sansa nodded Arya couldn't help but be surprised that her once prissy sister would be willing to possibly kill a animal. She then remembered all that Sansa had gone thru and berated herself for forgetting just how much her sister had gone thru.
Two hours later Jon found himself, Tormund and Gendry being dragged to Wolfs wood by two excited Starks. He wanted to shake his head and reprimand them because he didn't like the girls going to the woods by themselves, but there excitement was infectious and her couldn't wait to see what had them so excited.
To say what he found surprised him was a understatement, laying on the ground was two monstrous 8 point Stags. All three men looked at the two smiling girls in shock. Each stood by a deer and Jon guessed that was the one that they had taken down. Tormund was the first to break, the wilding soon broke into a deep rumbling laugh and Gendry soon joined him. Tormund, and Gendry each grabbed and deer and everyone headed back to the castle.
Jon and Sansa spent the rest of the day walking Winterfell planning the rebuilding of their beloved home. Many of the servants smiled at the couple, they adored their Lord and Lady and for the first time in many years had true hope for the North.
Another pair of eyes watched the couple with a frown on his face. Lord Baelish had hopped to put a crack in their relationship, and bring Sansa back to his side. He had failed and the couple was to be married in 3 days. He wouldn't let his plan be broken, Sansa would be his Queen at any cost, he would just have to put his plan into motion sooner than later.
Jon found himself up early heading to the crypts to lay a flower on his mother's statue. Ever since he was a young boy he had felt a strong connection to Lyanna Stark, but knowing she was his mother brought it to a whole new connection. His mind was still muddied with how to feel about the situation, but he did understand that she loved him with her whole heart.
He found it ironic how he would follow in his father's footsteps. He would lose himself in a beautiful Stark Woman. He and Sansa had made it a point to walk every day after their council meetings to get to know each other. Their relationship had gone a long way in the last few months, but being married would be a whole other thing entirely.
One night they found themselves once again sneaking into the kitchen, meeting by accident this time. Jon had not slept in her chamber since Arya had come home. The sisters preferred to share Sansa having nightmares, and Arya not wanting to be alone herself.
He was brought out of his thought process by Lord Baelish hurrying his way looking concerned. Jon had to physically make sure that he didn't growl at the man. He had tried to but a rift between he and Sansa, and the only reason he hadn't kicked him out of Winterfell was because she asked him not to.
"Your Grace, i implore you to come with me, my men found a young wilding women with a small child she said her name was Gilly. She was found in one of the shacks outside of Winterfell, she is muttering about a Sam and says she will only speak to you." He said worriedly
O god something bad happened to Sam, was all Jon could think. He rushed after Lord Baliesh who already had two horses waiting for them with one of the Vale men next to them. They rushed to a empty house right outside of the walls.
Jon jumped down from the horse and rushed into the house and found a woman laying on the bed. Assuming she was asleep Jon hurriedly shook her, but when her head roll over her throat was slashed and the woman wasn't Gilly. It was then Jon heard a click on the door rushing to it, he realized that it had been blocked from the outside. Looking out the window Jon saw Little Finger holding a torch maliciously smiling.
"She's mine bastard and in 3 days I will be the one she marries and not only will I have winterfell, I plan to take the 7 Kingdoms." Little Finger Sneered. He dropped the torch onto a pile of rags soaked with something right in front of Jon and it exploded setting it a flamed making it impossible to escape threw and soon the fire was spreading on the inside.
Jon was frantically trying to find a way out, but all seemed hopeless. How could he have been so stupid to follow Little Finger. He didn't want Sansa to fall back into the hands of this monster, she was his to protect and take care of. Something in him awakened and roared and Jon began to charge the door even harder as the building around him went up in flames.
Sansa was awoken by a whining Ghost licking her face. She knew something was wrong, with Jon shaking Arya awake the girls got dressed and headed to find Jon. Sansa sent Arya to collect Tormund and Davos incase he was hurt and needed to be moved. Usually this early in the morning he would be in the crypt laying flowers out for his mother. She spotted the smoke as soon as she had opened the doors. Her heart dropped she knew that Jon was there in the fire. She ran to the stables and grabbed one of the horses, one always settled in case of emergencies such as this. She hurled herself onto the horse and galloped it toward the fire with Ghost close at her heels.
When she got there she saw a building captured in flames. She wanted to scream and shout but then she heard a low growl from Ghost, twenty feet unaware of Sansa a smirking Baelish and one of his valeman standing in front of the burning building. Sansa knew they would never allow her near the building, and from the look on Baelish face he was the cause of the fire. Then she heard the slam on the door and the animalistic noises coming from inside and she knew Jon was in there. Something in her snapped she quietly got off of her horse and prowled toward the two men. When she was close enough she signaled Ghost to attack Baelish and jumped on the back of his soldier. Making quick work she slit his throat with the dagger she had at her thigh. She didn't even look back on the man was dead she headed toward the fire trying to find a way to get in.
The door was bolted from the outside and the fire was surrounding it. Sansa cried out in frustration she tried to move it the heat scorching her skin but she ignored it. She hadn't even noticed the burning on her skin until she was pulled away from the door just in time to miss the front part of the roof collapsing. She looked up to her dress being pat out by familiar small hands.
In front of her stood Tyrion Lannister the man they had once forced her to marry. His eyes full of concern as he looked at the angry red burns on her arms and legs. Looking past him Sansa watched as the building began to collapse on itself and she let out a heart wrenching howl. She used all her strength to rush past Tyrion back toward the building but was stopped by a fierce looking man before she could get to the building. She struggled with everything she had scratching and fighting the man who had his arms wrapped around her.
Sansa was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Looking at the person who dared touch her she was surprised to see a beautiful women with silver hair and violet eyes . Something about this woman calmed the wolf in her and she slumped against the stranger.
"Fire cannot hurt a dragon." She said pointing to the building
The whole building was in ashes yet there stood a unharmed naked man walking toward them. With a nod from the silver haired beauty the stranger let Sansa go. She sprinted out of his hands toward Jon who was walking toward them in a daze. He was brought out of it as he felt a body hit his. When he looked down and when he saw Sansa he automatically wrapped his arms around her.
Not caring who could see she took his face and kissed him with everything she had been feeling. They were broken apart with a clearing of a throat and Sansa couldn't help but blush. Tornund came forward handing Jon his cloak so he could cover his naked body.
It was then Jon and Sansa took in the scene in front of them. Next to the Silver haired beauty stood Arya Tyrion and Ser Davos and a beautiful tan skinned woman and the man that had stopped Sansa from jumping back into the fire. But behind them was soldiers as far as Sansa could see men full of Armor but also men on horse back.
"May I introduce, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of her name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragon." Tyrion said stepping forward
" Hello Nephew." Daenerys said stepping forward towards Jon and Sansa.