Sansa ran through the trees of the Godswood, the dawn only just breathing life into the forest. She saw them through the trees, the familiar figure of Jon's dark head, surrounded by three guards, and beside Arya and another figure she couldn't place.
She scrambled ahead, breathing heavy, her breath turning into thick white smoke as she did.
She pushed through the people, and looked down at her brother, who she'd not layed eyes on since she was 11. She cried out when she saw his face, now hardened into that of a young man. His baby features gone, his sweet inquisitive brow now thick and full. His once brown eyes were now pale, and the figure she didn't recognize was slipping off Bran's glove, and pressing it into the trunk of the tree.
She knelt beside Arya, near Bran's legs. There was silence, as they waited. After what seemed like eternity, Bran sat up, simply, his eyes normal. He looked around at his sisters, and then to Jon, and he smiled. A real smile. A smile, Meera thought, she'd never seen once.
Arya threw her arms around him, tightening against him as much as she could without fearing hurting him. Sansa cried, tears freezing to her cheeks as she did, bent over Bran's legs.
"Arya." Bran said, his voice deeper and more hoarse. Both the girls giggled at this change, and then Sansa was hugging him, and Jon was there too, kissing his forehead and clapping him on the back.
Another Stark had made it home. The last Stark. He'd made it home.
Now there was a strength in the Stark house that hadn't been there since Ned walked out. Though the houses had declared him King in the North, Jon felt oddly comforted by the fact there was now a trueborn son, a truly legitimate son, to stand alongside him.
Bran was carried to his old room, with a larger bed, and the three Starks gathered around him, listening as he went on, nearly for three hours, every detail he had learned. Sharing, what he thought might benefit them.
"I'm so sorry." he'd said to Sansa, as soon as she sat down. "My sister...Sansa. I wish I could have been there to help you. That anyone could have been there."
She'd whimpered, and gathered his hands in hers, kissing them.
Jon watched in awe as Bran told them everything he'd learned that may help. About the Dragon queen, then just days from hitting Kings Landing. 'Your aunt' Bran had told him, as simply as if that had always been that way. About the Night's King, nearly to the wall now. Of the dragons, of their great fire. The ending to this all. Jon watched as Bran did this from the same bed, years ago, Jon had kissed his forehead. Sure he was never to see him again.
"What you showed me..." Jon asked Bran finally, his curiosity getting the better of him. "was that my dream, or were you showing me my future?"
Bran smiled.
"You know the answer to that, Jon." Bran replied. Sansa gave Jon a puzzled look.
He didn't have to ask any questions about anything that happened, he simply knew. And they understood that he knew, in fact, understood that he knew more than any of them combined. Of past, and of future.
"We must go to her." Bran said to Jon. "Go to Daenerys Targaryen. You need her, now, and then she'll need you. And then, then she'll need me." Bran turned to Sansa. "And you, you will come too. It's not Daenerys that needs you, though, it'll be Jon."
Sansa looked up, her brow knotted in concern towards Jon.
"Why?" Jon asked Bran.
"Because she's carrying your heir, and you'll need to assure her safety. You wouldn't risk anyone in charge of protecting her, but you. So she'll go with us. But Arya, Arya will need to remain in Winterfell."
"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell." Arya sighed.
"An heir?" Jon asked. "My heir?"
Sansa turned around, looking guilty.
"I wasn't going to tell you until I knew for sure." she said softly.
"Sansa..." he said her name, his eyes lighting up. "Are you?"
He crossed the room to her then, throwing his arms around her. She sunk into him, feeling a sense of relief between them both.
"He's right." Jon whispered into her hair, and then pulled away. "You're not leaving my sight, Lady Stark."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." she whispered. "I didn't want you to worry."
"I'll worry no matter what you say." he said.
"We need to go, tomorrow, first thing." Bran said.
"Are you sure about this?" Sansa asked, as Jon and her laid side by side that night, only the candles in the room aglow.
"We've got to be." he said. "What else could we do, Sansa?" he turned, onto his side, sweeping a few locks of hair out of her eyes carefully.
"Just keep hiding? Moving south until the whole world is frozen over?" she offered, and he grinned. "Stay safe in our castle and pretend our doom isn't imminent?
"These walls won't hold long." he said.
"You'd keep them away longer." she snuggled close to him. "Just a bit longer."
"Aye." he said. "But could we win, we wouldn't ever have to give up our home, or the safety of our family."
"Don't fall in love with her." Sansa said. "The Targaryen. I hear she's the most beautiful queen the world has seen."
"I'm not a fan of blondes." Jon admitted, and Sansa laughed. "And a direwolf is a much more loyal and tame beast than a dragon."
She raised a brow.
"I feel as though I should take offense to that." she said, but there was a smile in her voice. "And I remind you you're the only man I'd allow in the world to tame me."
"And even I rarely can." Jon said. "You know...earlier, when we were talking to Bran."
He slid his hand over her now flat belly. She closed her eyes, relishing the now familiar feel of his rough fingers.
"I saw in my dream, Sansa." he said. "Our children. They were-"
There was a banging on the door, and then it burst open.
Jon jumped up, and Sansa screamed.
"M'lord, I'm so sorry." A guard began, but then a figure pushed past him.
"Ed!" Jon said, visibly taken aback.
"I'm not sorry." Ed said, with a grim smile. "They made it, they're nearly to the wall. The rangers came back...they're just past Craster's Keep. "
"No." Sansa whispered.
"Get dressed, Sansa." Jon said, over his shoulder. "Brenn." he shouted to the guard behind Ed, who stood at attention. "Ready the horses, we need to get to Kings Landing as fast as possible. We'll need thirty men, and we'll rally the rest from Manderly's manor. We won't need many with us, it's here that will need the men."
"Lord Commander." Ed said.
"You know I'm no-"
"I need...Lord Commander Snow." Ed said softly. "I need to apologize to him."
Jon grabbed his face, glaring at him.
"It's not your fault." he growled. "You know that. There's no need to apologize."
Ed nodded, briskly.
"I'll need you to be focused, you hear me?" Jon said, and pounded him on the shoulder. "Go, fill your belly before you leave, and make sure we get you a fresh horse."
Ed nodded, again, looking more determined.
"Go." Jon said softly, a hint of danger in his voice.
The door was shut, and he looked back at Sansa, who still sat in bed, clutching the furs around her shoulders. She was breathing heavily.
"You're alright." Jon said, crossing the room and reaching for her. "I'll be with you, we'll be okay. We have a good week before they reach the wall, and then, with the men, it'll buy us another couple weeks. We can get to King's Landing. We'll make it."
She swallowed, and then nodded. Her eyes hardened, and she clenched her jaw.
"There's the Queen of the North." he said.
"No Queen without her King." she said. He kissed her on the forehead.
"Dress." he said.