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Camomile & cornflowers

Irina Iriser

Sansa Stark Aesthetics by Season

Mafia AU: A doctor who has devoted herself to healing others encounters a cold-blooded killer with a wounded past. What happens when the woman who saves lives is captured by the man who takes them? Sansa to Aemond: What if we stay here. We don't go anywhere. We are good together. I want to tell you something. You are not the Beast. You were looking in the wrong mirrors. From now on look in my eyes, when you want to see yourself. I'll never show you as a Beast.

Happy late birthday to one of the wittiest, most talented writer who made me discover the intricacy of this ship and its potential. @aemondsa, I do hope you like this small gift in spirit of our shared loved for the compelling, crackest of them pair: Aemond and Sansa

do you have any jonsa highschool/teen fic recommendations??

Yes! That's one of my fav Jonsa modern AUs genre. There are of course many more fics in Jonsa tags. But sharing some of my favs here -

Ephemeral by @justadram

After the game, in Jon's car, he makes the most of the time he has left with Sansa.

2. Freaks and Geeks by @justadram

Jon invited Sansa to the bleachers after school and there’s only one reason couples come to hang out here.

3. just a silly phase by taylocrow

It started because it was fun. Quiet sophomore Sansa tutors football star senior Jon and it leads to more than studying. Much more.

4. Inevitable by @greenhikingboots

Right as Jon's on the brink of falling for Sansa, she complicates matters by asking for his help with a scheme. Take her to prom? Act like he wants to be more than friends? Watch as her scummy ex-boyfriend's ego implodes? Sounds great. He just hopes he can keep his real feelings, the ones he's still trying to make sense of, hidden throughout the process.

5. Pumpkin eater by @kingsansa

“This is like that one movie.” Sansa’s arms are wrapped around herself. “The Stephen King one. With the cornfields and the clowns.”

“Those are two different movies.” says Jon.

For the first time since they entered the maze, she looks at him. “What?”

“The one with the cornfields is the Children of the Corn.” His breath is a visible puff of steam. “The one with the clowns is IT. But it’s just one clown.”

Sansa scowls.

“I forgot I was talking to the horror connoisseur.”

“I feel like that’s something everyone knows, actually.”

She rolls her eyes. “Guess I’m not like everyone, then.”

“No.” He turns to look at her, and something about the way he does it makes her stomach flip. “You’re not.”

6. The Leader of the Pack by @kittykatknits

The year is 1958.

It's the first day of school and Sansa Stark has just met Jon Snow, a greaser from the wrong side of the tracks. Sansa knows he's the exact sort of boy she's always been warned about, but it doesn't matter, because she's already falling for the leader of the pack.

8. lounge act by @cellsshapedlikestars

Sure, he deals to rich kids all the time. Bored suburbanites with too much time on their hands and too much money, looking for a little bit of excitement. They're Jon's bread and butter.

But there is something off-putting about it being her.

Sansa Stark.

9. Spirit! by @cellsshapedlikestars

When the first spirit box shows up, Jon is convinced it was put in the wrong locker.

Yes, he's on the football team. Yes, it's the first game of the season. But Jon has never received a spirit box before – none of the cheerleaders had ever dared to make him one, he knows they were all terrified of Ygritte. But he and Ygritte are broken up now and it's the start of the season and there's a spirit box in his locker.

It isn't the wrong locker, though – no, there's his name in glittery puffy paint on the top, along with stars and hearts and a little doodle of their team mascot, a direwolf. There's his jersey number. And in the center of it all, a lipstick print. A kiss.

10. and it stoned me by @kit-kat21

“Thank you,” Sansa Stark gave him the smallest smile. “And I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

Jon Snow, her brother’s best friend, gave his own small smile. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’ve been wanting to leave for a while so you’ve given me the perfect excuse.”

Sansa Stark in Turkmenistan jewellery

hey so this is actually insane

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A Time for Wolves - The Case for Jon and Sansa

The idea of Jon and Sansa as a romantic pairing might sound absurd but I think it is actually far from unlikely.

The heart of it is quite simple to explain: ASOIAF is not and never will be easy on the readers. So even a positive resolution will eschew looking like a happy ending at every cost. And Jon/Sansa as the endgame will be everything but easy to the readers.

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Working on the assumption here that most of the readers wish these two characters well - wishing them the best possible happy ending that their world can realistically provide, perhaps even wishing that they’ll get what they desire in life - I’ve come to believe that Jon/Sansa has the potential to provide everyone with everything they want, except the “best” possible happy ending. But given a not even particularly specific set of circumstances it could be very easily be the “least terrible.”

And that is why I think Jon/Sansa stands a pretty good chance of happening.

There are some pre-conditions for Jon/Sansa (the aforementioned circumstances) all of them super-obvious, all of them ultimately speculative - like them being alive. It would also help for them to be single, available, in the same place at the same time - and the second greatest conjecture of all (after them being alive) - R+L=J not just being true but also being known around Westeros. 

But once that’s the case, Jon/Sansa will look like a great idea to nearly everyone in the story while being a completely unforeseen turn of events to the readers. It’s surprising yet obvious - the definition of a good plot twist. 

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But then surprising but obvious is very much the modus operandi for Jon and Sansa in relation to each other.

Because, just as surprisingly, they are fairly similar characters. Disguised by the fact that they face vastly different challenges, these challenges reveal similar character arcs, similar characteristics and even similar wants and desires. They are in many ways two sides of the same coin. 

They start out in the same place, not just geographically, but psychologically. They both believe in the songs, in the heroes of those songs, and that life is just waiting to make Aemon the Dragonknight (Jon) or his lady love, Queen Naerys, (in the case of Sansa) out of them.

And as they go in opposite directions geographically, they undergo the same disillusioning journey as they are soon forced to face the same harsh reality. And from there on their journeys partially become the mirror images of each other: Sansa goes from Lady Stark to Lady Lannister to bastard (which she models to some degree after Jon) while simultaneously Jon goes from Jon Snow to Jon Stark (according to Robb‘s will, even if Jon doesn‘t know it yet) to Lord Commander. 

But other parts of those journeys aren’t even mirrored but completely similar. Sansa has to pretend she wants nothing to do with her previous life while being a prisoner in King’s Landing and Jon has to do exactly the same while being with the wildlings. “Fake it ‘till you make it” seems also the motto that accompanies them on their journeys with Jon being tempted to stay with the wildlings and Sansa trying to actively forget that she isn’t Alayne Stone.

But as all of this happens, as they are both forced to lose their idealism to deal with choices that puts them between rocks and hard places, as they have to grieve for their family, as they even try to become other people, they both still cling to the concept of justice, of fairness, of doing the right thing, of erring on the side of compassion. They both try and sometimes fail to remain decent people.

Jon’s acts of decency are active and often easily supported by rational argument, like letting the wildlings in and saving Gilly’s child.

Sansa, being condemned to passivity by her situation, cannot often be active with whatever she is doing (saving Dontos is the rare exception) and thus the generosity of her passive actions seems to want to make up for it. In a seemingly self-negating, saintly way she even prays for her enemies:

Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. 

(Compare that prayer to one of Arya’s lists which are all about who she’s gonna murder and you get an idea of how outrageous hers is.)

But Sansa’s list of people she prays for during the Battle of Blackwater isn’t as super-forgiving as it looks. Suspiciously missing are Cersei, Joffrey, most of the Kingsguard, and other assorted, certified douchebags. Because Sansa is sensible enough to not forgive those who have harmed her. Her generous compassion becomes a problem for her because she isn’t very often correct in her assessment of people. Just like Jon (Bowen Marsh being a case in point.)

That doesn’t mean they are saints by any stretch of imagination. They are both flawed, naive, still, to some degree, selfish, short-sighted and selectively blind. 

Both have repeatedly trusted the wrong people and probably for the same reason - life has killed their idealism but not their predisposition to see the good in people. Or to just passively accepting the bad and getting hurt for it. 

It’s not necessarily that they’re overly trusting, it’s just that they have been both wrong on memorable occasions to believe that certain people wouldn’t actively harm them.  (They also have been right on that account though.) But that baseline trust/selective blindness is the reason why Sansa is wanted for regicide, Tyrion‘s wife, and Littlefinger‘s bastard daughter instead of chilling with Willas Tyrell in Highgarden, while Jon is chilling with a few knives in his back.

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Of course, being similar people doesn’t make them likely to happen or anything. It’s an interesting factoid that makes it easier to explain why them being with each other might not be worst of ideas, character-wise, but it’s not decisive. What is decisive is that is the perfect ironic twist, that it’s “be careful what you wish for” for Sansa, for Jon, for the audience.

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“Everything you want, in the worst possible way.” This is an extremely important element of good storytelling, and I find myself surprised I haven’t talked about it before. Giving the audience everything they want, while stabbing them in the eyes at the same time, […is] one of our storytelling staples…“ - Jane Espenson

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Sansa, the eleven-year old dreamer, who wished to be part of a song, wished for a valiant knight to make her his lady love, idealized Aemon the Dragonknight’s love affair with Queen Naerys (making it a fairy tale when it very likely wasn’t) wished for all that and defined all these idealized men as heroes.

What Jon will be like near the end of the series - if R+L=J is real and merely a quarter of the fandom’s predictions regarding Jon’s fate come true - is absolutely everything eleven-year old Sansa wanted. And Jon’s “song” will make Aemon the Dragonknight’s look like child’s play. He will literally the hero from the song.

We, the audience, know the dirty, depressing reality behind that song and so will every character in the books, but this “song” removed from that reality as it will be in Westeros a few generations down the line, has all the markings of a fairy tale - Cinderella and King Arthur all rolled up in one.

So Jon could be absolutely everything eleven-year old Sansa once wanted. Valiant knight, hero, and even in a way the prince from a fairy tale.

And then he wouldn’t just fit naive Sansa’s idea of a hero but also disillusioned Sansa’s (the one she thinks leaves the world without heroes.) And there is not and never will be a single other character in ASOIAF who can do the same: 

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes…

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“I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.” “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw.

(I’m not saying that Sansa cannot adjust her definition of hero again. But right now, Jon is Sansa’s only hero.)

But just like getting that pony when you’re 80 that you wished for when you were 8 is completely not what you want anymore, getting Jon, despite being all Sansa has ever wished for in a husband, might not going to be a dream come true for Sansa. 

First of all, she has moved beyond fairy tales. Second, even more obviously - what will look like a fairy tale a few generations down the line, is ugly, drenched in blood and takes place on a continent that will be ruined by an endless war and The Others. The reader might be aware that Sansa’s childish dreams have come true but Sansa won’t probably even remember what being a child was like.

Same goes for Jon’s not-so-childish dreams. Of course, on the surface, the only thing that Sansa has that he has ever shown interest in is red hair, but a closer look at his fantasy about Val and lording over Winterfell, is pretty revealing:

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister’s son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly’s boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We’d find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance’s son and Craster’s would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. 

It’s a pretty picture he paints here but what doesn’t really feature is Val, as we and Jon know her. Jon dreams pretty blatantly about recreating the Winterfell of his childhood, with the wildling children taking his place, his son taking Robb’s place and he himself becoming Ned. But he doesn’t dream about a wildling princess who walks 500 miles uphill through Other-infested territory, a warrior queen, or even a mother of dragons here. The space for the imaginary Mrs. Snow is entirely shaped by Catelyn (the only mother Jon has ever known), and how he wishes Catelyn would have been.

He imagines Val primarily as a mother and caregiver. Romantic love is a side-effect and not one Jon even appears to desire, describing stealing Val to be loved by her in a way that seems like it is too much of an effort. Her heroics, her independence, her qualities as anything but a mother never get a place in Jon’s fantasies.

And ironically, as Jon disregards Val’s personality in order to make his fantasy work, his fantasy is shared by hardly any female character whose point of view we have seen. (Westerosi girls are action girls.) The dream of quiet domesticity is something that we’ve seen only one character seriously fantasizing about as a possible and desirable future:

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.

Sansa’s fantasy about Willas Tyrell is truly the missing half of Jon’s fantasy. They both want sons, they both think that love is secondary to marriage itself and requires effort. (I guess Ned and Catelyn’s relationship might have planted that idea.) And between Jon and Sansa’s fantasies they have the whole set of imaginary sons and daughters to replace their dead and missing siblings. There’s Robb, Arya, Bran, Rickon, and even a Ned. Interestingly enough only they themselves are missing.

And it’s with those children Sansa’s dream reveals itself to be Jon’s (plus puppies and a boat (but she’s thirteen, so what?)) - that it’s about Winterfell and their family just like they used to be. Replacing their parents with themselves to recreate their childhood. 

The thing about Jon wanting this, having always wanted it, is that there is only one girl who knows what the Winterfell of his childhood was like and who honestly wants the same thing and is not yearning for adventure, vengeance, a throne, or power above all.

And just like Jon is the only hero left for Sansa, Sansa is the only person who fits that bill. (And if Sansa’s interactions with the problem-child known as Sweetrobin are anything to go by, then she has real potential to be a great mother one day and as such would be indeed the sort of mother Jon always wished Catelyn would have been.)

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As for the reader, the readership will be largely fine with R+L=J. After all Jon is the closest thing the series has to a traditional hero. Regardless of his heritage, fandom expects dragon riding and Others-defeating and getting the Iron Throne or something. And the ones who don’t “because GRRM is always subverting expectations and tropes - or should be” are usually so well-versed in those tropes that they know and accept Jon as a secret Targaryen as a real possibility. The former type of reader will easily and happily swallow R+L=J if it is revealed and the latter will complain that it’s lame because they have guessed it all along. 

But what the readers have in common is that they think it inevitable that Jon is going to be special because the narrative has done everything to convince them that he will be. Anything else would be an epic letdown. For that reason alone, him being a Targaryen would probably please a lot of people.

But here’s a fun idea - what if Jon is a Targaryen not just in the way that pleases (dragon-riding, special snowflake-yness, “I predicted this since the Stone Age”) but also in the way that doesn’t? 

Because there are some fun facts about the Targaryens, about the things that are unique to them: It’s not just dragon-riding, it’s not just sporadically-appearing madness, it’s also voluntary sibling incest. (Yes, let’s talk about that.)

In at least three cases, that we know of, Targaryen sibling incest has been not just voluntary but also politically absolutely pointless (Aemon the Dragonknight/Queen Naerys, Aegon IV and Daena, Bloodraven/Shiera Seastar/Bittersteel). These people didn’t bang each other (Or just indulged in some legendary public yearning. Same difference.) because it kept the blood pure. They banged each other because they wanted to bang each other and no one else would do.

These cases illustrate that Targaryens didn’t just commit incest because it was convenient or because they lacked the biological impulse not to do it. (Although they clearly lacked it in general.) They also committed incest because they were actually attracted to their siblings. 

And yet Targaryen sibling incest has served barely any purpose in the story so far. If it existed to explain an obsession with keeping the blood pure or congenital madness, cousin marriage Habsburg-style would have sufficed. (But actual Targaryen cousin marriage gets so little mention that there is only one time it is featured with characters of note. Although calling Rhaegar/Elia cousins is actually somewhat of a stretch.) Backstory-wise it has never been important. So far the only purpose it has served in the narrative is “the Targaryens are weird and that makes Jaime and Cersei less weird.” Which is not a lot, considering it’s a big, pink elephant that comes up over and over again.

Targaryen sibling incest might have been just the Chekov’s Gun for Jaime and Cersei but it’s an extremely well-developed gun, which continues to hang prominently on the wall. Perhaps too much for it to be irrelevant now. But if Jaime/Cersei was just a warning shot - the first one instead of the first and the last one - so the audience will feel safe seeing it on the wall… now that would explain why we are still getting stories and references galore to the incestuous Targaryen marriages and relationships five books and three prequel novellas later when Jaime and Cersei aren’t even a thing anymore.

If Jon/Sansa happens, GRRM can just rest on his patented troll-face and point out every single time he mentioned the Targaryen’s fondness for sibling incest as foreshadowing. And suddenly it would have a point because it narratively legitimizes Jon/Sansa. 

It also paves the way for making Jon/Sansa potentially a lot less strange to Jon and more acceptable to Westeros in general. And it would also further legitimize Jon’s claim to be a Targaryen. Jon Snow/Stark would never marry his (ex-)sister. But to Westeros, that Jon Targaryen does, goes a long way of proving that he is who he claims to be.

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And if Jon is going to get released from the NW (a major requirement for his Targaryen-ness to matter in the first place) and marry -  his marriage will need to work on three levels in order to feel well-rounded to the audience. A personal one (it would be weird if Jon married someone he doesn’t know at all), a narrative one (the audience would need to know that character and consider them important enough), and a political one (so there would be a narrative reason for them to marry other than pulling a Game of Thrones-Talisa “let’s just do it because we feel like that” situation.)

Westeros has not many female characters who are simultaneously relevant on all three levels right now. Yet, Sansa’s relevance on every of these levels is off the charts. As a POV character, she is narratively relevant, as Jon’s family she is important on a personal level to Jon and politically, her relevance to Jon is probably even larger than they both could currently comprehend.

She is high up in line to inherit the North, the Riverlands, and Harrenhal and will be for as long either Rickon, Bran, and Edmure’s kid have not children of their own. That Sansa has potentially so much power in Westeros makes her hand in marriage literally worth killing for. And not just random people but those with a stronger claim to the North and the Riverlands. Her mere existence puts her family in danger.

Yes, we all like to imagine she’s gonna be Westeros’ Elizabeth I: Independent, Single Woman, Queen in the North and perhaps even Sansa Stark, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord (Lady?) of the Seven Kingdoms and  Protector of the Realm …. but I don’t think Sansa will be Elizabeth I. If anyone she could parallel Elizabeth of York. (At least the murdered younger brothers fit.)

I mean, I love the idea of her winning the Iron Throne in the end but I have serious doubts that it will happen. And anything less than ruling over all of Westeros would be really dangerous for Sansa and even more dangerous for anyone preceding her in the line of succession.

Just look at Littlefinger attempting to murder an easily-led child just speculating on Sansa’s claim, even though she has been disinherited, is wanted for murder and married. Unmarried Sansa would be catnip to every murderous, ambitious jerk in the realm. 

And to Jon as the guy in charge of any place where the North matters, Sansa being married to a Tywin, a Ramsay, a Victarion Greyjoy type of person would be a political problem.

I know that Dany with her three dragons/weapons of mass destruction looks like the better political option for Jon, marriage-wise. But gaining dragons is nice but not vital if Jon manages to not make enemies out of Dany or her dragons. (In which case, marriage would not be in the cards anyway.)

Not losing influence in the North, however, is vital. And every potential husband of Sansa’s would have the opportunity and motive to fuck over Jon politically. To kill whatever is left of Jon’s family. To make a second Lady Hornwood out of Sansa.

That’s why it’s so important that Sansa marries someone who isn’t a creep and who she can trust that he cares about her for a reason other than her potential inheritance. Anyone else could be deadly to her and her family. (And she’s been there, done that already.) But who can and would Sansa trust to be that person? Probably someone who she knows cared about her before she became an heiress to all that potential power. 

So actually, Jon  whether he is king or simply an landless, poor ex-Lord Commander, is her ideal political match.

Of course, if Jon survives and people know he’s Rhaegar’s son, it would give him a pretty good shot at the Iron Throne. And a more certain shot at gaining a “little” kingdom, so he (with his legitimate claim) would leave whoever actually sits on the Iron Throne alone.

But it’s not just the idea of R+L=J that makes people believe he will be king. Or that he “accidentally” gets called “king” repeatedly. 

For example by Mormont’s raven:

“King,” croaked the raven. The bird flapped across the air to land on Mormont’s shoulder. “King,” it said again, strutting back and forth.

“He likes that word,” Jon said, smiling.

“An easy word to say. An easy word to like.”

“King,” the bird said again.

“I think he means for you to have a crown, my lord.”

“The realm has three kings already, and that’s two too many for my liking.” Mormont stroked the raven under the beak with his finger, but all the while his eyes never left Jon Snow. 

and also by Robert:

“Kings are a rare sight in the north.” 

  Robert snorted. “More likely they were hiding under the snow. Snow, Ned!” 

No, one major piece of evidence for everyone who believes R+L=J is the Kingsguard hanging around the Tower of Joy after learning of Aerys, Rhaegar and Aegon’s death. They should have gone to Viserys. But if Jon is Rhaegar’s legitimate son, they would have stayed to protect him - as he would be the legitimate king of Westeros.

So if you are like Dany or any other Targaryen loyalist (or Stannis, actually) and reject the idea of the “right of conquest/might makes right” claim to the throne (because that is a free-for-all) he already is king.

(But then if you reject the right of conquest, Robb’s disappeared will and the fact that Bran and Rickon aren’t dead, (so basically everything) Sansa is also already Queen in the North.)

But it’s not that Sansa is kind of Queen if you squint reality away.  She gets repeatedly foreshadowed as queen and it is a lot less subtle considering that was the point of her engagement with Joffrey. Sansa even had plans to be the sort of queen that people would love. But even after that falls through, people don’t entirely stop thinking about her in those terms.

Like Tyrion:

Yet when Sansa praised his valor and said how good it was to see him getting strong again, both Lancel and Ser Kevan beamed. She would have made Joffrey a good queen and a better wife if he’d had the sense to love her. 

And perhaps Littlefinger:

“….What little peace and order the five kings left us will not long survive the three queens, I fear.”

Cersei, however, despite fearing a prophesied younger, more beautiful queen never seems to suspect Sansa of being the one in her POVs. Fandom, as it does with everything else, disagrees with Cersei’s assessment.

So here’s the one million dollar question: If all that foreshadowing and claims pan out and Sansa is gonna be (someone’s) queen and Jon’s gonna be king for real… isn’t the most likely scenario that it’s gonna be the same throne? 

Especially, if we are talking about the throne in the North? If Jon is Rhaegar’s son the chances of him becoming King of the North, replacing the Starks, are pretty dim. As long as one of Ned’s children is alive, Jon will not be widely seen as the better option… unless his children are also Ned Stark’s grandchildren, legitimizing him as a “Stark” through marriage. There is more than enough precedent for that. Like Mance’s favorite story of Bael the Bard. People seem to think that the story is a way to foreshadow the R+L=J reveal but what if it is foreshadowing for an actual future event?

It is also hardly the only potential foreshadowing for Jon/Sansa. People who believe in Jon/Dany put a lot of faith in Dany seeing a blue rose growing from a wall in the House of the Undying and hearing a howling wolf while being in the Dothraki Sea (her last chapter in ADWD.) 

In Jon’s last chapter in ADWD, he gets stabbed. Jon calls out for Ghost in the same way Robb calls out for Grey Wind before he dies. But we never learn if Ghost howls when Jon gets stabbed the way Grey Wind howled when Robb was hit by multiple arrows. It stands to reason though because not only Dany hears a howling wolf in the distance around that time but also Sansa. In her last chapter in AFFC (which shares ADWD’s timeline (and is most definitely after Jon became Lord Commander) and therefore could fit the timeframe of Jon’s assassination extremely well) she hears something that sounds like a howling “ghost wolf, big as mountains” while coming down the Eyrie.

That far away-carrying sound of a person in need reeks of magic, of fate, and of a high-brow literary reference: Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre. The interesting thing here is that not only does Sansa’s location support the reference to Brontë’s romance, the sound she hears is described pretty precisely as Ghost and it’s so loud and all-encompassing that she thinks it’s the wind. The howling wolf Dany hears, on the other hand, is far off in the distance.

But Jon does more than just getting stabbed in his last ADWD chapter. His stream of consciousness about his siblings in the same chapter earlier also has him associating Sansa with Ygritte:

Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Which is spectacular (even if you disregard it as romantic foreshadowing), since the two rarely think about each other at all. Sansa’s POV shows her only consciously thinking of Jon when she prays at the Battle of Blackwater and when she is told he was made Lord Commander (again in her last AFFC chapter, which is with some degree of likelihood is around the same time Jon thinks about her):

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still … with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise.

Jon’s conscious thoughts of Sansa are nearly equally rare. He says that Winterfell is hers to Stannis and remembers that she told him to always compliment a girl’s name. But there is no conscious reflection of her being Tyrion’s wife, for example, which seems like the thing that should be at least worth a thought. Or that she is wanted for the murder of the guy who had their father executed, succeeding where Robb and half of Westeros failed. But nothing.

If one believes in dramatic irony, it is that thoughtlessness in regards to each other (and possibly Sansa’s anvilicious “that could never be” when thinking about seeing him again) that gives them the best chances of being the first (if not only) Starks to reunite.

Especially since they have never interacted on any of these nearly 6,000 pages. Which in combination with so little thought about each other, reeks of authorial intent rather than GRRM missing the opportunity to do so.

Because that way, any reunion between them will be fresh and new - the first time we see them interact and not merely passing each other by, like it briefly happens in AGOT. (Jon describes Sansa as “radiant” there, which is a weird nearly-Targaryen-like description for a sister.)

But even if Jon is that weird, he is still a step up from Sansa’s usual "suitors”: a collection of old creepers, murderers and kin-slayers. Maybe one day someone like Willas Tyrell or Harry the Heir or the Great Other will turn up to be a good man to Sansa. But considering how important marriage has been to Sansa’s storyline, resolving it with a last minute white-knight-type character addition is so much of a narrative cop-out that it’s practically deus ex machina.

(I know some people like to imagine Sansa as the prize a male character gets after he stops being a creeper and becomes a “good guy” (although that’s rarely how they put it.) Personally, I find the idea of Sansa becoming a reward, even it is just a partial purpose of her character, creepy.)

Of course, other people find Jon/Sansa just as creepy because of their (pseudo-)incest. Ironically, it’s exactly this sort of repulsion which makes me believe in Jon/Sansa as a real possibility. 

See, without the incest, Jon/Sansa is a tired, tired trope about a damsel in distress and a dragon-riding/slaying hero. Two puzzle pieces that fit in the way they are similar and yet complimentary opposites. Boring.

But with the pseudo-incest it becomes the most outrageous and surprising plot twist. No one in the fandom, not even the people who ship it have any money on it happening. I don’t have have any money on it and I am writing a 6,000 words essay about it. 

It is ultimately one of the most surprising plot developments in terms of “love/marriage” that can possibly happen. ASOIAF lives from its plot twists. To discount this one solely because we won’t see a “positive” portrayal of pseudo-sibling incest is premature.

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But the ultimate irony for the audience here though is not that Jon gets to be a “real” Targaryen with all that this entails or that of all “smart” political matches he can and should make, Sansa is the best one, but what I mentioned in the beginning - that the average reader wishes these two characters well and gets stabbed in the eyes for that.

We don’t want Jon and Sansa to die or suffer in the end. We want them to get what they want, we want them to be happy. But we also expect better from GRRM than a happy ending. Our perception of the world of ASOIAF is that it’s a crapsack world where happiness cannot exist without being tainted, that wishes and wants only come true at a high price.

And Jon wanted to be important, he wanted to be Stark, he wanted a loving family, he wanted Winterfell, he wanted legitimacy, he wanted to be a hero, he wanted to be Ned. 

Sansa wanted to be queen, to be important, to be loved for herself, wanted revenge, wanted to survive, to have her family (or what’s left of it (which to her knowledge the last time we’ve seen her is just Jon)) back, wanted to marry a good man, a kind man, a hero, a prince. 

And the readers, the majority of them, who don’t actively hate either of them, would like their wishes to come true after all what they went through. 

Jon/Sansa, especially as king and queen will give everyone everything they wish or wished for. Every single thing. And half of that Jon and Sansa won’t want anymore (because they are so gonna be over fairy tales, heroism, and thrones by the end of the series) and the other half they won’t want because the idea of pairing up won’t come to them naturally either.

I know it’s super-speculative of me to say that they will marry without being in love with each other. But I don’t think that Jon/Sansa makes sense in a scenario in which they end up together because they fell in love first - which is the other way Jon/Sansa could happen.

I don’t see that happening because 1 - it’s anti-climactic as far as story-telling is concerned, 2 - it’s too happy, 3 - nothing good ever happens to people in ASOIAF who fall in love with each other without good reason, 4 - that Jon/Sansa is an ideal political match should matter and if they are majorly into each other it won’t matter very much at all.

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So here we have two characters we wish well and in a way they both get everything they wanted in life at some point in their lives. They get what we wanted them to get. 

And maybe some day that the timeline of the books certainly won’t cover, they might be able to arrange themselves with that. After all, they are similar people with similar dreams and their marriage will be the closest simulacrum to the childhood they both have began to idealize and idolize. 

And Jon might just have inherited the Targaryen gene to find a sister attractive in that way and Sansa, having been portrayed as super-distant from Jon and at least sibling-like in everyone’s recollection and the audience’s perception of their relationship might get over the ex-sibling thing. One day, they might circle all the way to the beginning and become the family they’ve lost and be happy.

And maybe there will be some twisted poetry and romanticism in Jon/Sansa as Ned and Catelyn 2.0. The two had after all one of the healthiest, happiest, and because of that perhaps even most romantic relationships in ASIOAF (to be fair, the bar is low and the competition practically non-existent.) So even the romantics might get something they wished for and yet didn’t. But no one, not the characters, not the readers, would consider the far away possibility of happiness a happy ending. It might be everything they want or wanted in a way, it might make them happy one day, but if it is the rational decision that I presume it would be, it would be merely the least terrible of all choices. No one’s gonna be happy with that - not even people who would actually like the idea of Jon/Sansa.

GRRM, in his trolling glory, promised a bittersweet ending. Giving us something that we want but in a way we don’t, with happiness as something that might occur - but only after we won’t be able to read about it anymore, is most certainly bittersweet.

But then, unlike Jon/Sansa itself, that is my one certain prediction about the series - that no matter who lives and dies, who marries whom or who’s gonna be sad, and forever alone in the end - that all we get in the end is the hope for happiness, not happiness itself.

* original illlustrations by James Jean

Recovered Jonsa fics #2: Sansa’s Silent Treatment

Still reposting/restoring fic from my deleted blog!

Prompt: Sansa is jealous when Jon pays attention to other females so she gives him the silent treatment. He cannot understand why she is mad at him and it drives him nuts.

There is chatter and delight running throughout the queen’s ballroom as the court feasts on wild boar, baked apples, strawberries, spinach, and a variety of fine dishes and wines. Jon sits, content and happy, listening with rapt attention as Asha Greyjoy regales the main table with tales of her travels. Every so often, Obella and Loreza Sand contribute little anecdotes of their late father whenever Asha mentions a place the Red Viper had been. Arya occasionally interjects with a story about Dorne.

Jon is happy, despite his extravagant surroundings. He rarely feels this good at formal events, but this one pleases him. It’s his Name Day, so he is permitted to dispense with most of the formal seating arrangements that his wife has to usually plan meticulously to suit the current political climate. Instead of being surrounded by pretentious, grasping lords, the main table is stocked with his favorites: Asha Greyjoy, his wards Obella and Loreza, Arya, Sam, Ned Dayne, Brienne of Tarth, Tristopher Swann, Wylla Manderly Tyrell, Mya Stone, Myranda Royce, Satin Flowers, Gendry of the High Hill, Alysanne and Lyra Mormont, Meera Reed, and Patrek Mallister. Arya, who was usually seated to Sansa’s right, gets to sit to his left: the place usually reserved for his Hand, Willas Tyrell, who is down the table a bit, next to his wife, Wylla. The only one in her usual place is Sansa, to Jon’s right, who sits and eats quietly. Every so often, Jon leans over to his queen, pressing a happy hand to her swollen belly, and inquires as to whether or not she is feeling alright. Thus far, she has nodded each time.

Jon does feel a little guilty, though. Since Sansa first conceived, he has remained in the city, usually staying in the Red Keep itself. He is obsessive about keeping her close, keeping her safe, keeping her healthy, keeping her comfortable. He has brought in two maesters to assist Grand Maester Durin, four top midwives, including one from Braavos who had attended the Sealord’s wife through no less than seven successful pregnancies and births, and three septas. He has yet to go a night without massaging his wife’s ankles and back. Arya jokingly calls him “the nursemaid.” Even Bran and Rickon, in their letters, have taken to calling him this.

Jon doesn’t mind. He would rather be a nursemaid than neglect his wife. He still winces with guilt whenever he has to hold her hair, or she grimaces from her aching back, or looks weary, or experiences any other form of pain or discomfort related to her condition. Not that the pregnancy has been nothing but pain, but it hasn’t been bouyant, and there was more pain and risk to come.

But for his name day, his wife encouraged him to spend some time with friends, so he has taken three days spending more and more time outside the castle, including a sail around Blackwater Bay with the newest ship in the royal fleet, and culminating in today’s hunt. He could not help but feel some euphoria about spending so much time in the woods, bow and blade in hand. He is still a creature of the wilderness, north or south, and it had felt so stifling and unnatural to spend so much time indoors. He enjoyed this hunt, perhaps more than he should.

But he is with her now, and though he was not the one to ultimately slay the beast, he feels proud of being able to bring this hearty creature home and feed it to his wife and unborn child. And she is eating: after three months of illness, she is eating constantly. He loves it.

Asha Greyjoy begins telling a tale of the carnal conquests of some of her lustier crewmen when Patrek Mallister, well into his cups, calls out, “Sounds like he has a king’s appetite for female company!”

Most of the table laughs, and Jon raises one eyebrow. There had been ribbing all day about the amount of ladies in his personal hunting party. “I have an appetite for fine company!”

More laughter, and Asha eagerly continues her tale. A short while later, she is interrupted by the sound of someone tapping their cup with a fork. Everyone quiets and looks over to the source of the sound.

Garlan Tyrell rises from his seat at the second table, straightening his doublet and clearing his throat. “A toast, to our most valiant and talent King Jon, for providing us with such a bountiful meal!”

There are many “hear hear”’s, but Jon feels compelled to speak up once the toast is made. “I thank you, Ser Garlan, but I must admit, credit for slaying the boar must go to Lady Greyjoy. It was her arrow that found its mark! To Lady Greyjoy! Terror of the seas and the kingswood alike!”

“LADY GREYJOY!” The crowd echoes. Jon smiles at his vassal, who looks proud as a peacock.

Jon left the banquet, pleased and weary, and a little in his cups. He holds Sansa close as they returned to their bedchamber, stealing kisses to her cheek and hair every so often. When the door closes behind them, she turns to him, and he cups her cheek, looking into her big, blue eyes.

“Did you enjoy yourself today, Jon?”

“Yes, thank you,” he says, smiling at her hazily. “You are so… You are my queen.”

Even now, after over a year of marriage, he still cannot believe she’s his.Every so often, he has these moments where he’s almost paralyzed by awe.

“And you are my king,” she replies softly, reaching downwards to his breeches, “Would my king like his queen to do her duty?”

“Mmmm…” He pulls her close into an embrace, eager to bury his face in that red hair. “I’m tired. I’d rather just…”

She pulls away. “As you wish, My Lord. But I must prepare for bed.”

Before he can offer to help her undress, she calls in her maid. Jon sighs and quietly strips down to his tunic and smallclothes and crawls into bed, waiting for his wife to join him. But he dozes off before she does.

When he wakes, she still sleeps, and he spends some time just watching her until finally calling for his steward and manservant. The Mormont sisters need to have an early morning meeting, and Jon reluctantly pulls himself away. After that, it’s surveying the new updates of the Royal Fleet with Asha Greyjoy at the harbor, whom he ultimately asks to take lunch with him, Arya, and Meera Reed.

It’s not until he holds the afternoon court that he sees his wife, who seems preoccupied. He doesn’t have time to ask her what is bothering her before the petitions begin. Throughout the session, his queen offers an unusually high number of interjections, even openly disagreeing with him twice. While Jon isn’t displeased, he is surprised. He takes no issue with his queen contradicting him in public, indeed, he outright encourages it whenever necessary. But it is Sansa who usually protests this. She thinks it is inappropriate to do so publicly, that she should reserve her contrary opinions to private or semi-private discussions. Indeed, she is usually adamant about this.

Jon, however, can imagine why she might break her rule about it: normally, before court sessions, they meet together for a preliminary meeting to go over the scheduled petitions— which is usually where his wife voices her positions. When they were wed, Jon asked his wife to help him rule, to be his partner. She has taken this request in earnest, though she prefers to keep this somewhat private. She considers them both better off if she plays the role of a more traditional consort when not behind closed doors, and her prior years in the capital have taught her to keep her views and activities as opaque as possible. But as devoted as Sansa is to image, she is even more devoted to duty. Her husband asked her to rule with him, and she will. She’d not gotten to voice her feelings in private today, so this was her only option. Still, Jon feels guilty. He should have taken lunch with her to go over things before court.

After court is complete, the Small Council meets, where he and his Mistress of Ships go over the development of the royal fleet. He beams as he and Lady Greyjoy recount the progress, proud of their work. After the meeting, he hangs back to thank Asha again for her work. Once he has done so, he turns around, expecting to see his wife and Mistress of Laws waiting for him by the door, as was her habit. But oddly, she is gone.

Jon’s stomach sinks. He’d wanted to take a walk with her in the gardens before supper. But he shrugs and heads for the training yard instead. He returns before supper, muddy and laughing. He and Arya had taken turns putting one another on their backs.

In the bedchamber, he finds his wife on the bed, having her maid massage her ankles. Jon is surprised— usually that is his duty. He walks over to kiss her cheek, but she pulls away, reaching into her skirts and handing him a handkerchief. He blushes. He’s covered in sweat and mud. He wipes his face, then goes in for another kiss. Sansa stays perfectly still, and barely responds.

Deardra, the maid, speaks up, “Your Grace, perhaps you should have a bath and a change before supper?” “Erm, yes, call my manservant in,” he says awkwardly, eyeing Sansa with confusion. She doesn’t look at him. Deardre hurries out, and Jon speaks to his wife.

“Are you well, Madam?”

Sansa responds by turning on her side and hugging her belly. A no.

Jon stares at her, thoroughly confused. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

If it were not Sansa, Jon would have described the noise she makes as a grunt. But Sansa does not grunt. She does, however, make an indignant throat noise.

“What is wrong?” He asks again, reaching out to her. She turns her head and glares. Jon realizes, to his horror, that this is one of those cases where his wife feels he should realize his error on his own, without her having to tell him.

These situations don’t occur often, but when they do, it is the worst, for three reasons: 1) He never manages to figure it out nor fix it until after she finally breaks down and tells him; 2) It’s something big and offensive enough for Sansa to consider it obvious; and 3) Once she has divulged her grievance, it’s usually something that seems obvious once spoken, and he always feels like awful for not figuring it out.

“Sansa, please tell me. I cannot fix it if I don’t know.”

She turns away again. He sighs.

“Will you be taking supper with me?”

She shakes her head. He sighs again.

“Very well.”

His bath and changing is awkward, as is his good-bye to his wife when he leaves for supper. He sends an invite to Asha, Meera, Sam, and Arya to join him for supper in his private dining room. It’s a quarter hour into their roast duck that Arya finally asks, “Alright, Jon, what’s wrong?”

He reddens. “Nothing.”

“Liar.” Arya says. Jon doesn’t answer. Their other dinner companions exchange glances, finish their food quickly, and excuse themselves. Arya orders the servants to take their food away, and, once the room is empty of all but the two of them, she speaks.

“Sansa’s not ill, is she?” Arya asks, looking concerned.

“I don’t think so. Not that she’d tell me is she was,” Jon replies resentfully, “She isn’t speaking to me.” “Ah.” Arya sits back in her chair, appraising him. “And you don’t know why.”

“How can I know why if she won’t tell me?!” The king stands and starts pacing. “I know it must be something serious, if she’s this upset. Usually she tells me things!”

“Of course. She knows you’ll listen. Like Ser Patrek so insightfully remarked last night, you enjoy the company of women.”

“Right, I’m not the sort to expect women to be silent! So why won’t she just tell me what is wrong?!”

At this, Arya rolls her eyes and scoffs.. “Jon, you are so dense sometimes!”

Oh gods, not her too. If Arya was pulling this as well, then it had to be bad. “What is it, then?”

“Ugh!” Arya stands. “Why don’t you ask Asha Greyjoy?”

Jon gets to his feet. “Maybe I will!” It seemed Lady Greyjoy was the only person willing to make sense today. He walks off, angry. Arya was supposed to be on his side. She was always on his side.

He goes back to his chambers, and Sansa is asleep. He gets into bed, but doesn’t sleep.

Why doesn’t he ask Asha Greyjoy? She was a woman. And she was one of the more level-headed people he knew. And she was Ironborn, and as frank about things as any Ironborn could be. She wasn’t particularly close with Sansa, but there seemed to be a certain… understanding… all women seemed to have. So he invites Lady Greyjoy to take breakfast with him in his privy chamber.

Asha arrives, oddly enough, with two of her men, looking a bit uncomfortable. Jon blushes. “Um, Lady Greyjoy, I had hoped to dine with you alone, to discuss a personal matter.”

“I do not think that wise, Your Grace.”

And that’s when it hits him.

He rises from his seat, nearly knocking over his plate of poached eggs and venison sausage, horrified.

“Deepest apologies, Lady Greyjoy, but something has… I need to attend to something at once. I’m so sorry!” He bows deeply —- he doesn’t want to displease his wife any more by being discourteous to a vassal, even who… Jon rushes back to the bedchamber.

Sansa isn’t there. He heads for her privy chamber, desperate to speak to her. He is about to have himself announced when he hears a shout. It’s Arya. “Shut up, Margaery!”

Glancing awkwardly at the guard at her door, Jon humbles himself by pressing his ear to it, like a sneaky child.

“Arya please!” Sansa says, her voice strangled.

“No, I’m sick of this horseshit! Jon is an idiot, but he would never do such a thing! And either way, Sansa shouldn’t just sit by and take it!”

“Lady Arya,” Margaery Tyrell says, her voice condescending and firm, “I realize you are not prone to courtly pursuits, but you must understand that I am merely giving your sister the best advice I can. Men, even good men, are men. This sort of thing is common, especially with kings, and especially during periods where their wives are in Her Grace’s condition. It’s to be both expected and accepted, if one does not wish to be miserable. There’s nothing Her Grace can do about him sharing another’s bed. But what she can control is whether or not these women end up being passing fancies or her husband’s confidantes. If she is kind and sweet and forgiving, the king will always end up coming home to her, seeking out her and her alone for support, confidence, and advice. He’ll even feel more guilty about betraying his ever-lovely wife, and be more malleable as a result. If you are harsh, abrasive, and resentful, he’ll seek out women for more than just pleasure, but for comfort and solace. He will tell them things, he will become intimate with them on a level beyond the physical, and he will prefer their company to the queen’s. She will spend more time alone, and create true rivals, by being abrasive than if she turns a blind eye.”

“You don’t know anything about Jon! He’s not some Lannister or Baratheon, not some southern ponce! He was raised by our father, who was always loyal to our mother!”

“Don’t be so sure of that. Just because King Jon wasn’t truly a bastard doesn’t mean—”

“—Don’t say another word, Margaery!” This time it was Sansa who interrupted, her voice wrung with fury that Jon currently shared. Margaery Tyrell was never his favorite person, but he never loathed her. At the moment, however, he does. How dare she?

“Apologies, Your Grace. I did not mean to besmirch your father’s good name.” The Tyrell woman has the decency to sound chastened.

“What do you think, Myranda?” Sansa asks.

“I think men are men, and their eyes will wander. But that their cocks don’t always catch up. Our king is a good man, and while he might be tempted, that doesn’t mean he’s acted on it— yet. I think you can, and should, nip it in the bud.”

“And if he has strayed already?”

“My advice is the same. Make sure it doesn’t become a habit. But maybe…”

“What?”

Myranda sighs. “…Maybe try guilt instead of anger. Shed some pretty tears, bemoan your broken heart, make him hate himself. Men have a way of feeling justified about things women get angry at them for. Margaery isn’t entirely wrong.”

“If that doesn’t work, I’ll geld him!” Mya Stone offers cheerily. At this, the room laughs, even Sansa.

Having heard enough, Jon walks away, determined. He goes to his privy chamber, tells his steward to cancel everything except court that day, gives special instructions for the kitchens, and sends word for his wife to meet him on the balcony outside their bedchamber.

He receives her for lunch with a table laden with flowers, fresh trout, sweet lemongrass salad, peach preserves, lemoncakes, arbor gold… all of her favorite things. He dresses in a doublet she made him of red velvet, the one she likes the most. When she arrives, he helps her into her chair and pours her wine himself. It’s only when he’s seated that he speaks.

“I’m so sorry. Nothing has happened, I swear it. I’ve not touched another woman since Ygritte, I swear it upon the Old Gods and New. Upon the grave of Eddard Stark. Upon our child’s life.”

Her breath catches at this. And, to his horror, she bursts into tears. He panics. This was supposed to make her feel better.

Sansa instantly reaches into her skirts for a handkerchief and tries to dry her eyes. “I’m terrible! I never should have doubted you! I just…”

“What?”

“It… It wasn’t just that I thought you might have been unfaithful. It was that others might think so. Others might doubt me, doubt us. Even if you hadn’t done a thing, it would seem that I was dishonored, and people would try to take advantage of that.”

Jon swallowed heavily. “I know.” He did, too. He knew what she meant. Word gets around that the king has strayed, and people start taking the queen less seriously, start propping out their bonny daughter to catch their liege’s eye. Since taking the throne, Sansa had helped him grow accustomed to his new role, instructing him on certain aspects of court life. This happened even before they were formally betrothed. And indeed, her early counsel had been one of the reasons he’d married her. She’d explained this aspect of court life before she was ever his designated bride. “I should have… But I never thought—”

“You are so often surrounded by women. Women who are strong and brave and wild and fierce. Who wield blades, who are warriors. Women who have the sorts of adventures and pursuits you have. Who aren’t anything like me.”

His stomach sinks. “That doesn’t mean I love you any less, or would have you any other way, Sansa. You are all I want. I just…”

“… I know! You have friends who share your interests, and you don’t care if someone is male or female. I love that about you. But I can’t help but look at them and think of all the things they share with you that I don’t. I can’t help but look at them and wonder if you wish you had one of them instead of me.” She buries her face in her handkerchief.

Jon gets up and hurries to her. He pulls her hands away, holds onto them, and looks into her eyes. “Sansa, if I had one of them, who would I go to when I need the fighting to end? How would I have a life without the monotony of everything being the same all at once? How would I remember that there is life beyond a battlefield? You are all I could ever want, Sansa. The only wife, only lover I want. I have you, and I’m a eunuch to every other women I meet. Sometimes, I can’t even believe you are mine. That I get to be yours. And if anyone doubts that, I will do whatever I can to show them how wrong they are. Just please, if I ever act inappropriately, tell me. Margaery Tyrell can go hang.”

There is a pause. The look of delight that came over Sansa’s face as he spoke slowly turns to suspicion. “Wait, how do you know what Margaery said to me?”

He freezes. “Oh, I…” Seven Hells.

She clutches the bridge of her nose between two fingers, her eyes shut in consternation. “For pity’s sake, Jon!”

“Well! You weren’t telling me what was wrong! I needed to know somehow!”

At this, she starts laughing. She clutches his face and kissed him. “Alright, Husband. I will tell you next time. And you won’t eavesdrop.”

He smiles then, and gives her another kiss. “Alright. And I meant what I said. Margaery Tyrell can hang. I hope you won’t take her seriously.”

“Well, she wasn’t entirely without cause. Many kings have strayed, especially when their queens have… this…” She gestures to her belly.

Jon lowers his head and mouth. “Well, I love this.” He kisses her belly, his blood suddenly heated. “I could spend an eternity worshipping this, and every other inch of you. Would you like me to prove it?”

A smile creeps across her face. “We can’t afford an eternity, but…” She glances over her shoulder to make sure no one was around to see, then starts lifting her skirts, her reddened eyes now flashing. “Let’s see how much you can manage between now and court.”

“Out here?” He asks teasingly. “My Lady!”

“Out here, and in there.” She points behind her to the door to their bedchamber, grinning lasciviously.