A betrothal, preparations for a hunt, questions asked about the identity of Cersei. Oh there might be some fluffy smuttiness in this one.
Sansa
The arrival of her uncle had certainly made the day far more entertaining. Jon's prowess in the yard had startled everyone, and Sansa knew he hadn't even built up a sweat.
"I see you've finally swung a sword." Jaime called out to Jon.
"Aye Lord Jaime, that I have." Jon replied, clearly a conversation with a hidden meaning to them both. He and the Blackfish walked towards Sansa, where she handed Jon his swordbelt back.
"Sorry niece, I mean your grace." her uncle looked at her apologetically. "I only challenged him for your honour. Don't want you married to some jumped up wimp of a bastard pretending to be a King." he winked at them both.
"No offence taken." Jon shook his head.
"Thank you uncle, but Jon is my third husband and I think I now have enough knowledge to judge the capabilities of a man." she smiled and turned to Jon, her smile dropping. "However, said husband, I think you I need a little chat."
Jon winced. "Yes your grace." he pulled his hair out of its tie and shook his head as Sansa led him to their room, with a look of thunder on her face. Jon always did that when he knew he was in trouble, she liked him with his hair loose and Sansa found it much more difficult to be harsh with him when he looked like a little boy lost as opposed to a King, and Jon knew it.
They arrived at their chambers and Sansa stormed through the door, Jon following her. She slammed the door and turned to Jon, grabbing hold of him and pushing him up against the door. "What in the seven hells was that?" she demanded before attacking his mouth with a kiss and pulling away. "We have a vast amount of things to do, and you are playing about in the yard!" her voice was loud enough for anyone else to think they were arguing, but in reality, watching Jon spar had turned her on and she needed him. She got down on her knees and parted his gambeson and unlaced his breeches, before releasing his length, she looked up at him as his eyes stared back, the dark grey which sometimes looked purple was so dark now they now looked black with lust.
"I was doing it for you." Jon said, his curls flopping down over his face as Sansa took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue and tasting him. "Fuck!" he whispered, gently grasping her hair and guiding her up and down his length, while she pumped in with her hand. Suddenly he stopped her and pulled her to her feet, and wordlessly spun them around, now pushing her against the door, causing it to rattle. Jon lifted her skirts which she held up for him and he parted her legs. "Gods you're soaking wet already. Maybe I should spar more often." he whispered into her ear, his fingers pushing her smallclothes to one side and gently parting her folds, while kissing her on the lips.
"You ought to be preparing for your hunting trip, not playing with swords like little boys." Sansa was struggling of things to say to keep up the ruse they were actually in a discussion. Jon's fingers were gentle and knew exactly where to touch her to cause her to throb. She ran her hand up and down his shaft.
"Maybe I ought to train you how to play with a sword." Jon grinned as Sansa's hand pumped him harder, but Jon pulled away before she could tip him over the edge.
"I'm better at running a castle." Sansa's swallowed as Jon kissed down her neck, his thumb playing with her nub, while his fingers found her core and slipped inside, she bit her bottom lip to try not to moan, as got down on his knees. Unable to access her breasts, his mouth replaced his thumb and his hot wet tongue began to work on her folds and nub, all the while his fingers were pumping hard inside her. Sansa gave up trying to talk. She ran her fingers through Jon's hair, pulling him to her.
"Gods you taste good." Jon moaned. "I want you to soak my beard." he curled his finger in the sweet spot, the one which always seemed like he was hooking her in, for the sensation felt as if it tugged on her stomach and back to join in with the throbbing between her legs. The more his mouth worked, the more she was convinced he was a dragon incarnate, heat was building up inside her and he was the cause. Jon might as well as have said dracarys as the sensation suddenly became more intense. "Go on my Queen, come all over my face." he growled, wrapping his arms around her bottom.
His words were the final straw as Sansa's core went into spasms so hard, she struggled to stand up, she felt the fluids come out of her while Jon mumbled what sounded like "fuck yes..."
"Jon..." she moaned, unable to say anything more as her legs wobbled, she needed him to stop as she was becoming overly sensitive. He stood up and pulled one of her legs around his hips, the tip of his manhood which was still hard, finding its way to her core and then filling her.
"Fuck, you're tight and wet." Jon moaned as they kissed. Sansa could taste herself on Jon's lips and fell his wet beard against her face. She didn't care, it only heightened the sensation. Jon pulled out and pushed back in harder, Sansa's head rolled back against the door, banging it slightly, but she didn't feel any discomfort. She wrapped her arms around Jon's neck while he pulled her other leg around his waist, then he began to move. His pace suggested he wasn't going to last long, but only having just come down from her high, the feeling of pleasure was already working its way through her body once more. Helped by his catching her nub with his every movement, taking her closer every thrust.
"I'm not going to last." Jon panted as the door creaked behind them, but Sansa couldn't care less. It was their duty to produce an heir and as far as most of the castle was concerned, would be away for a few days. The King and Queen were fucking for the future of the North.
The build up to Sansa's second orgasm was quick, her core felt like wildfire, exploding within and spreading all over her, the spasms inside her clamping down on Jon's cock. She pulled him in closer and rested her head on his shoulders, as her body suddenly tensed up. "Gods Jon, yes..." her voice was muffled by the shoulder of his leather gambeson.
"Fuck...Sansa..." Jon's mouthed into her neck as she felt him still, his warm seed filling her insides as he peaked.
They stayed like that for a few seconds before Sansa's shaky legs dropped, his seed seeping out of her. She walked over to the basin and washed herself, Jon followed, his legs also a little unsteady. Once dry, they made their way to the bed and lay on top of the furs, regaining their strength.
"I love you Jon Snow." Sansa turned her head to face him, taking his hand in hers.
"I love you too Sansa Targaryen." Jon smiled in a way that made his eyes crinkle, he kissed the back of her hand as they gazed at one another lovingly. Jon rolled over and on top of her, and began to kiss her on the lips, when there was a knock at the door. Jon lifted his head in frustration, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"What is it?" he called out.
"Your graces..." Lady Margaery called out from the other side of the door. "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I've had a raven from my grandmother. It is important, can I come in?" she asked.
"Wait a moment." Sansa called out as she stood and checked herself in the mirror. Her braided hair was slightly dishevelled, but the wind outside could be blamed for that. She smoothed her skirts down to look as if nothing had happened. Jon stood behind her, putting his hair up and fastening the laces on his breeches. Once they were both comfortable they no longer looked well fucked, Sansa called out for Margaery to come in. however, Margaery wasn't alone, she was escorted by an uncomfortable looking Dickon Tarly, who closed the door behind them.
"What is it?" Jon asked.
"My grandmother sent me a raven." Margaery held out the scroll, which Jon took. "I think you should read it."
Jon read the words and passed it to Sansa.
My darling granddaughter
Thank for your last letter, I am doing as well as can be. I was recently contacted by a spider who suggested one of my bannermen should fly east towards the capital and support Queen Cersei. Not for loyalty, but to keep an eye on her from not only the castle, but possibly for any army she might wish to send. I sent the father of your friend, who I have promised your hand, should you both wish it, in return for his service to go east. He agreed to my terms a moon ago as this is a most advantageous match for his house. Of course, your friend will now have to be officially a prisoner, in name although not necessarily in deed. I'm sure your King and Queen can take inspiration from another prisoner who resided with them.
He should be contacting his prisoner son any day soon. All I know is that he is aware of a weapon being made to stop the dragon Queen.
Lord Tarly will be transporting a shipment of grain to Kings Landing from his house to Kings Landing in a fortnight.
Your loving Grandmother
Sansa looked to Dickon. "Your father is to spy for Lady Olenna?" she asked, remembering the things she'd heard about Daenerys destroying the Tarly's.
"Yes your grace." Dickon nodded.
"It will be good to know what information your father can gain from this." Jon said.
"Do you two wish to be wed?" Sansa asked.
Dickon and Margaery looked at one another and smiled. "Yes your grace." Margaery replied. "We have found that we have many things in common and have developed quite an affection for one another over the last few weeks."
Jon looked at Dickon. "As the King, you are technically my prisoner and what I command is law." Dickon nodded. "Lady Margaery." he turned to her. "You are my ward. And here in Winterfell, my word is law." she nodded. "I would therefore declare that you shall both marry in the Godswood when a suitable time arises. The wedding will not be a grand affair, I shall try to arrange for at least one family member to attend. Lady Margaery, please invite Lady Olenna to stay. Lord Tarly, your brother Sam is already on his way here. Then we can have a wedding for the both of you. Is that fair?" he asked.
Dickon and Margaery looked at each other and grinned. "Thank you your graces." Margaery curtsied.
"Thank you your graces." Dickon bowed.
"Lady Margaery, we will not insist on a bedding. I think Winterfell has had enough of those for a generation." Sansa smirked at Jon as Margaery blushed.
"Thank you your grace." Margaery smiled.
"Go write to your grandmother and invite her to Winterfell, although I'd try and be cryptic." Sansa said. "Can I keep this raven for a while. I'll copy it out, the important parts we need, and then you can have it back."
"Of course." Margaery nodded.
"You are both dismissed." Sansa told them and they made their way to the door and left. Once they were gone, Sansa turned to Jon. "Varys is either swapping sides to you, or he's trying to destroy your men by including it in Daenerys upcoming battle with Cersei." she said.
"What do you mean?" Jon frowned.
Sansa made her way to the desk and pulled out the parchment where she'd written down what was going to happen. She hadn't been sure how much their actions would affect outside decisions. "It appears Daenerys is still going to try to take the grain." she pointed to one of the parchments where is mentioned Lord Tarly and his son Dickon being burned alive.
"You think this is it?" Jon asked.
Sansa nodded. "Probably on a smaller scale, the Lannister army is in the north, although who knows where Lady Olenna has sent the rest of her army. She only took Drogon. You need to concentrate on him."
"Rhaegal will get suspicious if I don't visit him. He likes my company." Jon shrugged.
Sansa smiled. "I don't blame him." she placed her arms around his waist and kissed him. "I quite like it too." she pecked him on the nose. "Tyrion goes with her."
"Maybe I can steal Rhaegal when she goes off to burn the grain." he shook his head. "What a waste, especially with winter."
"This was the first time Cersei used her weapon on Drogon." Sansa frowned. She was still confused by Varys' seeming change of heart. "He's either doing it under her orders..." she started and then understood. "If Daenerys loses, he will switch to our side. If she wins, then he has helped her destroy more troops. Whatever the outcome, Varys wins without suspicion." she looked up at him. "Lord Tarly won't survive this."
"Dickon needs to be warned." Jon said.
"I can't tell him I saw it before." Sansa frowned.
"No, but Daenerys has form. He knows his father well enough to know he won't kneel if she gets to them. If she doesn't burn him alive then we can be thankful..." Jon started.
"She will." Sansa said. "You were the one who tempered her impulses. You aren't there now. She'll stop listening to her advisors, apart from Ser Jorah."
"When will he return to Dragonstone?" Jon asked.
"He should be there when Daenerys gets back. He can keep her calm. He won't be going on that stupid wight hunt. It isn't needed, the army of the dead can hopefully be kept north of the wall. There is now less urgency to deal with them." Sansa sighed. "When is Edd going back?" she asked.
"He's leaving with our hunting party." Jon told her. "By then Gendry should've set up the forges and have the men at Castle Black making weapons. I'm going to try and talk Jaime into sending two thousand soldiers to the wall. The more castles we open, the better."
"And what about Daenerys? Or Cersei? We don't know how many men we even have." Sansa sighed. "You are the only one who has the power to stop them..."
"I know that. But we can't leave the wall without men." Jon's grey eyes suddenly flashed a dark purple. Sansa had noticed it now only happened when he was angry or when they were in the throes of passion was it noticeable. As if his usual calm demeanour was his grey eyes of ice, and when he was full of some passion, his body was filled with fire. Now, he was angry, despite his voice sounding calm.
"Deal with the south first." Sansa insisted.
"And if there are no men left to deal with the north?" Jon asked.
"Then there will be an eternal winter and we'd be dead anyway." Sansa replied.
"A thousand." Jon insisted. "We can open up four more castles permanently and two with a skeleton crew of fifty each. At some point, the Bay of Seals and the Bay of Ice will freeze. We don't know if they can cross that way. But for now we have a lot more time than we did and the men need to be ready so the army of the dead doesn't cross."
"And Daenerys?" Sansa asked.
"I'll work on Drogon and persuading Rhaegal to leave." Jon told her.
"And Viserion?" Sansa asked.
"He's closer to Rhaegal, but Drogon is the leader. It could go either way. I'd prefer to only have to control Rhaegal once he's here. Although I don't think I'll need to get into his head. I'll keep him from killing everyone." he smirked.
"We better call a meeting when Jaime has finished organising the hunt. He can send a raven to Moat Cailin. By the time the men arrive at Winterfell, your hunt should be over." she conceded.
"What about the Blackfish?" Jon asked. "I know he's the representative of the Riverlands, but isn't he a fighter? He's not really known for diplomacy."
"We'll tell him what's happening. The greensight, Bran, you skinchanging into the dragons." Sansa suggested. "He needs to at least know about Bran, he is his nephew."
Jon nodded. "And Arya? We've not heard from her."
Sansa knew the answer. "She's gone south to kill Cersei, which concerns me. If she kills Cersei and takes her face, like I would expect her to, then Daenerys will target her. We won't know if we are fighting Cersei or Arya. She didn't come north despite knowing I took the north, which means she doesn't know who Aegon Targaryen is."
Jon pinched his nose. "I'm sure she'll find out before it comes to war. If we try and treat with her, she'll come to some sort of agreement."
"Let us hope we get to Cersei before Daenerys gets to her." then it dawned on Sansa they were on even more borrowed time. "As soon as Daenerys leaves, Rhaegal needs to fly north. We don't have time. Try and persuade Viserion to follow. Once she has done with the caravan of grain, then she will lay siege to Kings Landing."
"She won't burn it?" Jon raised an eyebrow.
"Ser Jorah will stop her." Sansa smiled. "In the end, I think she loved him more than she loved you."
The meeting was called, with Jaime, the Blackfish, Edd, Margaery, Dickon and Davos. They started with the good news of Dickon and Margaery's betrothal. Next was to break the news to Dickon that his father stood a good chance of not surviving the dragon Queen should she ambush them. Dickon agreed his father wouldn't bend the knee, to which Jon and Sansa told him what would happen to him. Dickon was distraught, therefore he and Margaery left the meeting as they weren't needed to organise the hunt and re-manning the Wall. Although he was sceptical, Jaime agreed to the one thousand men being sent to man the wall, delighting Edd, although terrifying him as he now had to command the largest amount of men at the wall for almost a hundred years, with half of the castles up and running.
Edd and Jaime left, thus only Jon, Sansa, Davos and the Blackfish remained. Sansa brought out the parchments and gave the to her uncle to read, albeit only enough to take in the major events. He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "You saved me. By talking Lord Lannister into continuing with the siege, you saved me and the Riverlands because you knew what was going to happen."
Sansa nodded. "I couldn't be sure it would work. But I had to try."
"Out of the meeting, Margaery and me should already be dead. In a couple of weeks, Dickon would have been dead, then Edd and then Jaime. Only you three would've survived." the Blackfish looked astonished at the revelation. "That is why the wall needs to be manned."
Jon nodded. "If not, we face an eternal winter. We'll be dead before spring. The men on the wall need preparing, which is why were sending the Lannister men now. When we've dealt with the threat from the south, we can turn our attentions north."
"And the Iron Throne?" the Blackfish asked.
"If Arya has taken Cersei's face, she can continue ruling until we are done. Then Jon will take the throne and rally Westeros to beat the army of the dead." Sansa said.
"And if Arya hasn't taken her face?" the Blackfish asked.
"We'll come up with a plan." Jon assured him.
"I'll go with you on your hunt. Call it a bonding exercise. Jaime and me can talk about the wall. When you are back up and ready, I'll go to Castle Black with the Lannister men. I can look after one of the castles." the Blackfish offered.
"Edd needs to stay another day or two. Can you put off your hunt?" Sansa asked. "Just a day or two. Get this organised first. Having just an hour in the evening isn't enough to organise the wall while you are concentrating on Daenerys and Cersei."
Jon nodded. "I was thinking about having an eastern wall Commander and a west wall Commander. You can run one of them, we'll have to find someone else to run the other." Jon frowned. "Not sure who though. We'll go over it with Edd, delay the hunt. Maybe Lord Lannister will have a good man in his army."