The Bastard of Winterfell and the Promised Prince.
18 Nov 2019
It was on a morning like this, with Ghost hunting for their breakfast nearby, that Jon found his hand filled once more with the breast of the woman he loved more than his duty, his honour, and even their remaining family.
“Please Jon,” she entreated, “Don’t you want me anymore?”
“You know I do. You can feel how much I want you, how much I always want you,” he replied wistfully, slowly grinding his arousal against her thigh to make his point.
“Then why don’t you take me as you used to,” she pleaded.
22 Nov 2019
Why not? Why can’t there be a Northern Lord sitting by my side or lying in my bed?” she enquired, needing him to declare himself.
“You know why,” he replied angrily, reluctant to voice his claim but hating the thought of a future like one she described. Undaunted, Sansa persisted in her questioning,
“Tell me why. I have to hear you say it Jon,” she said, her eyes locked with his, her chest rising and falling with every breath. The movement was not lost on Jon.
“Because you’re mine,” he said, voice low and body swift, taking the necessary steps towards her so that their bodies were close enough to touch.
The Stench of Fire, the Taste of Blood and the Keen Sting of Betrayal by Titania_Queen_of_the_Fairies
25 Nov 2019
“They say she’s the most beautiful woman in Westeros,” Sansa admitted sheepishly, her fears of being cast aside, coming to light once again. Jon scoffed incredulously, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “You don’t believe the rumours?” she asked him.
“How could I, when I’m already looking at the most beautiful woman in Westeros?” he anwered her earnestly.
“I’m the size of Maegor’s holdfast,” she sighed.
“You have my child inside you. You’ve never been more beautiful. No woman could ever compare.”
“Even a Queen with dragons?” she continued, chewing her lip nervously.
“A dragon is something to be feared, not loved...”
04 Dec 2019
"We should have brought the guards, or at least Rickon and the wolves with us,” Sansa panted with exhaustion as they finally reached their destination.
"There is no need Sansa, the she-wolf will return today from the lichyard,” Bran replied.
Sansa ought to have run out of tears to weep, but when Bran stirred the memory of her beloved Lady buried there, she found an additional store waiting to be shed. Bran’s words were as nonsensical as they were painful, promising that her long dead wolf would arise, when the only one able to raise bodies from the ground had been killed by her brothers in the battle for the living, to everyone’s relief and celebration. Sansa sobbed whilst her younger brother grew quiet, his eyes turned white and his mind soared over the skies above, leaving her behind and alone once again.