[Privat] Game of Thrones - Winter Love

"I hope that is true" Jon quickly returns her smile, it comes easy with her , he's noticed. How long has it been since he first saw her at Castle Black? a year or two? he doesn't even remember anymore. That moment and all those after had sparked something in him, it still does. Something protective, something more. He can't help but wonder what his children would be like, Free Folk , most likely from the way things are going, spending a decade with might not be so bad , or it wouldn't be if he didn't feel compelled to stay here within the walls of Winterfell, with Sansa. He's certain that she will have strong and clever children, 'His children' the thought wasn't unwanted but unwelcomed it only brings grief and trouble.

"Bran might be able to fund the rebuilding , if he is able. It is in the best interest of his Kingdoms." Jon raises an eyebrow at her talk of sending families "You want families to be at the wall? that would be not a good idea, unless we completely change what kind of people live there and I doubt that anyone would go there of their own free will" he continued, the Wall has always been a punishment, besides for the Free folk, it's understandable, who'd want to freeze their balls of guarding something that is not needed, even when it was, people barely cared until they saw it with their own eyes. Jon flexes his burnt hand, a habit that he's never really lost since Maester Aemon taught him. At times he can still feel the scorching heat from the fire and lamp and the sickening sounds from the blue eyed corpse.

"No one could have known but that does not make to feel any less guilty" he swallows hard, the words seem to get stuck in his throat "she was family too" he realization of such a thing has been difficult, Dany was his aunt, his blood, he had felt something for her, he's sure but it was never the same. That doesn't mean that plunging his dagger through her heart hurt any less. Who knows mayhaps in another life, they would have wed, Targaryens were known for odd marriages and madness. Not all of course. Maybe he can get his Kingly brother to tell him about what they were really like, after everything he's done and all the lies, Jon thinks he deserves that much.

Jon hugs her tightly, carefully running his fingers through the tips of her soft , red hair. Taking the opportunity to move closer, nuzzling against her, the familiar touch of her skin and the smell of her hair relaxes him for a while. 'She's so close, maybe too close' he thinks, fearing that his body and urges will betray him he slowly shifts away but keeps his arms around Sansa's frame, marveling how well their seem to fit together, like the intricate shards of glass on the windows of the glass garden in the yard that she loves so much. He had seen it rebuilt and the small sept as well, all Lady Catelyns likes, he supposes that Sansa has always shared them too. An image comes to mind of Sansa, kneeling in the dirt, cutting flowers and fine herbs while planting new, with a girl at her side, she always had the same red hair, tied up in a loose Northern fashion and her mother explaining things in such a caring way. The thought makes him smile, such a foolish idea but for that short moment , it seems possible.

"Yes, all we can do is hope for that, and maybe plant a seed in people, telling them to inform their children. I am sure that the common people will, but hopefully it will not be turned into stories you scare your children with, or at least not only that" Sansa felt like she really needed to find a solution to it all. She didn't wish to risk that the White Walkers became forgotten again, and that the people in the future repeated the same misstakes they did. But she also felt like that was something she could think of later. She didn't wish to have her thoughts occupied with work, not now when Jon was there. Maybe it would have been better, but not what she wanted. She felt like she lost that fight more and more. She had been sure to separate what she wished for and what was needed, when the evening started, but now? Now she leaned more to what she wished for. She could blame the wine for that, but she guessed the real reason was that she wasn't as strong as she had thought, at least not when it came to Jon.

"He may be able, but so may I. And in all honesty, I prefer to do it myself, than being in debt, towards the South. If the money is lacking, I can always turn to the Iron Bank, I rather owe them money" she stated, and that was the truth. Bran was her brother, and yet she didn't wish to ask the south for anything, unless it was really needed. To be honest, she wished to have as little as possible to do with the south. "I do wish to change the people that goes there. Maybe one of the castles can be for the less noble and honest people, but the Night Watch needs people, and maybe more honest and good men would go there, if they could bring their families, and get paid for their job, as any other guard. It's just an idea, so I am not sure if it's possible..."
She had thought of it from time to time. Both Jon and her Uncle Benjen had been honest men, and the wall needed more men like that. So maybe more men like that would go there if it wasn't seen as a punishment, and they wasn't forced.

Sansa turns her eyes towards Jon and gives him a warm smile.
"No, no one could have known. And I may not be able to change your mind, but you have nothing to feel guilty about. But I fear you are to stubborn to feel any other way, and to much of a good man" she lowered her head and leaned against Jon once more. For her it was clear how much of a good man Jon was, seeing he felt guilty from saving them all. And then there was men like Little Finger who sold her without an ounce of feeling guilty. If more men was like Jon, the world would really be a better place.

Sansa feels how Jon's runs his finger through her hair, with such a care, and every time he did anything she got reminded of how different he was compared to all the other men. Ramsey had said that she would never forget him, and maybe he had spoken the truth, but all his actions did, was making her likes Jon's actions even more. Maybe she should thank Ramsey for that, or curse him, seeing how difficult it made it for her to be close to Jon. Either way, she was pleased to see how Jon always treated her, how she had thought all men treated women as she was a child. It was almost ironic that the man she had been cruel to, treated her with such respect and resembled the knights she dreamt of as a child. And of all people it had to be Jon, the only one that she knew she couldn't have. It almost made her cry, knowing that even if she met someone else that was a honorable and good man, they would most likely never be like Jon. She forced herself to stop that train of thoughts, before it became to much and she lost herself, it also helped that Jon moved a bit. He still held her, but he wasn't as close, so maybe he had thought of it as wrong, as it really was, seeing that they were brought up like siblings. But Sansa didn't say anything, pretended that she hadn't noticed, as she let her hand sink into Ghost fur again, concentrating on how soft it was, instead of thinking about that Jon had moved.

"Maybe Bran will ask Sam to write another book, only about the walkers, it will be needed" Jon chuckles,he cared for his friend Sam a great deal but the man is a thousand leagues away now, serving his new King. A strange set of events, it can't be helped to think about. It's not like Jon ever wanted to be a King or anything, a strange and bitter part of him wondered what it would have felt like to sit on that Throne, maybe even with Dany at his side, rebuilding the shattered remnants of the old Dragon Lords. It had never really mattered one way or another. He hoped that no one would have to face them again, who knows, maybe the earth will be covered in ice and snow by the time they rise again anyway. The stories of the Children of the Forest and the Green men, as exciting as they were, a great deal of things must have been lost during the endless retellings of the stories. Bran had gone into a cave and came out a soulless husk, not that Jon would tell him that , of course but the person was no longer there.

"A good thought process, the less dealings you have with them might be for the better. The North is it's own again" Sansa does have good ideas, who is he to say that it would not work. "A good idea, a kind one. Good men to guard it if they should be able to speak to the Free Folk as well, should they wish to return or visit." He can't help but to think of them, they're his friends and family of a sort, their happiness and wellbeing is not something to forget. "He could be possible, mayhaps even some of the Free Folk would consider such a life. It is a idea worth discussing" Jon tries to be supportive and voice what he thinks is a good suggestion, her ideas as good and may help the North in the long run."If people feel rewarded then they might perform better" 'At least it should work that way but men are not dogs, not all of them'


"Aye, you're right, I am too stubborn, I wasn't aware that is was so noticable" he laughs it off as a small joke but Sansa's words warm his heart, the warmth causes Jon to tighten his embrace again for a moment.

Jon keeps gently running his fingers through her hair, never wanting to stop. It felt like red silk through his fingers, something that you can touch for an eternity and never tire of the sensation. For all of her regal grace and straight backs, she was still soft in his arms, warm and sweet smelling. He did feel protective and it seems that if he hugged her for long enough , the horrid memories would go away.The embrace lasts for longer that would be proper, almost like two lovers refusing to part, enjoying the closeness of their bodies. This wasn't brotherly at all, especially since Jon shifted, hoping his body would not betray him, as it had with Ygritte, he had given up so easily then. It was freeing and warm but with Sansa it was different. Jon calms himself, and reluctantly pulls away, so very slowly, taking one more oppurtunity to feel Sansa's soft hair though his fingers.

Sansa agreed, it would be needed. She hoped that it would be taken seriously, but Bran had the chance to see to that as much as she had. She would try to make it common knowledge, something everyone believed and worked to avoid again. She felt that it was something she needed to talk to Bran about, something they needed to work together with. But she felt like it was a matter for tomorrow, so she made a small note in her head to write to him, but at the moment she didn't wish to think about Bran, knowing it would most likely end in anger.

"That we are, and I prefer if we stay like that. Asking for help this early may show weakness, something I don't want other to think. I don't want another war, or people even thinking about another war. Or force us into one, because we own them favours." she knew that the crown in the south had debt to different families, something she wished to avoid at any cost! "The free folk would always be welcome at the wall or here, or anywhere they wish for in the country. We own them a lot and I want them to feel welcome."
Sansa nodded, she would feel better knowing that the wall was guarded by good and happy men, men that wished to be there.
"I will see what I can do, because I feel better when the wall are protected, and it may not be from walkers or the free folk, but who say there aren't other things out there, or that someone tries to attack us by landing in the north"
She didn't expected an attack, but it didn't meant she didn't wished to be prepared for one.

"It's barely noticeable, I am sure I am the only one" she joked, feeling good that she could. She rarely, if ever joked this days, seeing it was hard to find someone to do that with, or the time.

Sansa turned towards Jon when he slowly pulled away,and her eyes showed sorrow for a second, before she collected herself. It would be strange if she was sad over something like that, at least in that way. Jon most likely had thought of it as awkward, seeing they embraced each other longer than siblings normally did, and she couldn't tell him otherwise. She couldn't ask him to hold her like anything else than her sister, fearing it would ruin everything. So to keep occupied she grabbed her glas of wine, drinking from it, trying to surpress the feeling of emptiness she now felt. It was ridicules! And she couldn't get that attached, seeing Jon would have to leave sooner or later, something she hated, but if she felt this emptiness just because he didn't hold her, she wasn't sure how she would be able to handle it when he left for real. She closed her eyes for a second, collecting herself, before she turned her eyes to the fire, feeling that if she turned them back to Jon, she would try to snuggle up against him again.

Jon sighs internally, had he cocked everything up? maybe. He hopes that Sansa knows that nothing will change how good most of her ideas are, the fact that she knows 'the game' will always help. Being able to utilize the help from the Free folk and Northers without the aid from Bran's or any other Southern lords would be a great help in strengthening the North again. The North will be ruled by Northmen again, hopefully for a long time, long enough to have another hundred Kings.

"I am certain that will appreciate that, it shows much kindness , after everything they - we have all been through." Jon smiles, at times he can still see the sweet Sansa shine through and strong one. The one who threatened the Unsullied for his sake, he had been surprised when Tyrion told him that, in his dark cell. "they know the dangers up there better than anyone else" he continued. For all the time he had spent with them, he can't even call himself a man of the Night's Watch anymore, he didn't retake his vows, he had already died for them once and wasn't certain he'd do it again , so he had left with the Tormund and the Free folk past the wall, into cold exile. 'Will I be a different man in ten years? I might not even want to return' a voice told him that it was a lie, he would return to Winterfell, or some reason , whatever that was he did not know. 'All roads lead to the same castle' he manages another small smile at the words of his little sister. Where ever Arya was , he hoped that she was alright, enjoying her life.

"Good, I was worried that it showed to the whole world" He can't help but to laugh at her joke, he needed that, more laughter. Tormund has his funny moments but of course, it's not the same. That soft laugh is music to his ears, seeing Sansa happy is something that always makes him happy, home. They work well together, Jon had almost forgotten how easy it is around her, when they're not arguing of course.

His mouth opens as if he is to speak but closes again. Jon regrets moving away from her the instant he does it, feeling colder. He had noticed that she tensed up when he moved away, what was that? hurt? disgust? he hoped not, it wasn't meant as a hurtful thing, he had needed to move away to stop himself from doing something foolish, like pulling the new Wolf Queen onto his lap, like a man would do with his new wife, so fully besodden with her that he can't keep his hands off her. Jon's knows it's wrong, he's disgusted with himself, does the Targaryen blood cause these perversions? Destroy his logic and see things in her eyes and movements that wasn't there? The last thing he wanted was to scare her away, which he would likely do if he continued holding her tonight, the ale certainly hadn't helped. He takes another horn of ale and drinks , wanting to drink it all in one go but does not follow Tormunds example. How would you tell someone like Sansa that you love her without her banishing you from her castle for lewd and mad behaviour? it simply isn't done. "Mayhaps I should bid you good night, you must be tired of entertaining your ever brooding guest" he has to make a jest, so she hopefully doesn't see how unwilling he he to leave her company, see how much he wishes she was in his arms again, that soft hair running through his fingers like liquid fire.

Sansa nodded, kindness? Yes, maybe. But for her it was simply the right and obvious thing to do. She couldn't turn a cold hand towards the people who helped her, and the North was as much theres as hers. They shared it, even if they chose to live beyond the wall, it was still the North.
"I am sure they do! They live lives few of us can imagine, and few of us would survive. But you learn the dangers of the place you live" she simply stated, she had. What was dangerous in her world, was far from the same as in their world, but just as much as she knew she would never be able to handle the danger they faced, they would never be able to handle what she faced.

"No one else knows, and your secret is safe with me" she joked, wondering if stubbornness was something that ran in the family. All of the Starks were stubborn, but in different ways, and it wasn't always a bad thing. But it were a place for it, just like everything else. Sometimes you had to put it aside. Her thoughts is interrupted by Jon's laugh and she can't help but smile wider. His laugh made her smile in a way no one else did. It made her feel joy in away no one else did, and it made her feel safe. She would love if she could hear that laugh everyday, all around the castle, and knowing she couldn't, once again reminded her off how empty it would be when Jon left. She castle didn't seem that empty, but when Jon left, she knew it would feel empty, just like it had when he left with Dany.

Sansa lowers the glass slowly when Jon speaks again, and meets his eyes. She doesn't know what to say at first. It was obvious that Jon would wish to retreat to his chambers at some point, but she had just chose not to think about it. For a second she almost answered that he could sleep here. Maybe she could make an excuse, saying she would feel safer, but she wasn't sure Jon believed that, and she didn't wish to make the situation uncomfortable, making Jon leave and never come back. Slowly she stood up, forcing herself to act like the queen she was, knowing what had to be done.
"Thank you for your concern" she started, giving him a fake smile, a smile she gave most people, since it seemed to be polite. "Seeing you again made me forget how tired you must be after your journey. So maybe it's better so end it here, before it the nights venture further, and we can continue speaking in the morning, if you will honor me with your present at breakfast?"
Sansa hopped Jon would do that, but she would give him the option, not forcing him to be around her, so she could pretend for a few seconds at least, that there was something more between them than it was.

"Shadowcats can be just as deadly as a pretty maid it seems." It wasn't meant as a jest, from what he had seen, women are far more dangerous than men, men shout and fight with swords but women can be sneaky and treacherous, using their pretty eyes and shapes to make a man meek and bend to her will. Is that had had happened to him as well? but he hasn't been able to see it? Dany had her inspiring ways and beauty and Sansa was a fair player. He had only heard of the things that Cersei had done to his sister as well as Lysa Arryn, who tried to shove her own neice through the Moon Door. Jon could only imagine how frightening it would be fir a young girl standing in such a place. "I'll speak to them when I return and I'll write, some may be interested" he says, a part of him doubts it, they're not called the Free folk for nothing.

"I trust you, Gods know how it would go if people found out I was stubborn" He says through the laughter and smiles. 'She's oddly stubborn as well' he thinks, smiling at the thought. Stubborness and stupidity are fairly close , at least that's what most people would suggest, especially the Southern lords and ladies. Mayhaps the stubborness is a gift from the First Men and old Gods. You would have to be stubborn and strong to move half way across the world and settle here. But in their time it had been spring. Winter came a while after and the Others and their dead creatures with it and again, stubborn men fought back and won. 'most of Old Nan's stories are forotten' which was strange , he had listened to them plenty enough as a child but everything seemed muddled now, mayhaps his mind was going. Sansa's smile makes his whole body warm and something stirs in his chest and belly again. 'It's just the ale' He tells himself and takes a last swig from his horn.

"If I have your leave, Your Grace" It does sound somewhat jokingly as he stands and bows. His gaze his fixed on her hands, those warm delicate hands that he could hold for a lifetime. "Nothing would make me happier" it truly was the truth. He did look forward to at the same table as her again, in the dias by the large hearth of the Great Hall as they did many moons ago when things were strangely better, before he ventured to Dragonstone and got his heart and mind muddled by duty and love. The love for the North has never faded, not even in the Dragon Queens bed or arms, not even in the heat of her kiss. If he
s honest, he still isn't certain how much of it was love and how much wasn't.

Jon kisses Sansa's hand, bidding her Good Night as he stands, gazing at her face , eyes flickering from her lips up to her sapphire eyes. The hollow feeling doing take root until he hears the door close behind him and he's alone in the hallway besides for the two guards. A third comes to escort him back to his chambers, the halls echo and are only filled with a dim torch light, nothing like the roaring flames in the hearth, nothing like the halo that seemed to radiate from Sansa's head, or perhaps it was just the ale that made his mind fuzzy and thoughts wicked. Ghost follows closely behind , quiet like the falling snow. When Jon finally enters his chambers , he bars the door and simply shrugs out of his cloak, laying down on the bed with a deep sigh. He has barely gotten his boots off before sleep takes him, the journey must have been more tireing that he first assumed.

Strange dreams plauge his night, of fire and screams. He dreams of the crypts again, something he has not done for many years, the Stone Kings are again cursing him, 'You do not belong here' they all chant. The stone face of Catelyn Stark glares at him, much like she had in life, he's alone in the crypts apart from the statues, the torches flicker and the shadows dance on the walls. A song echoes through the deep voices, it urges him deeper into the darkness of the crypts. The ground beneith his feet is slick and liquid, like walking though the sludging , melting snow, the deeper into the crypts he ventures the higher up the sludge reaches until he's past his waist. The voices of the stoney Kings of Winter and old Lords has gone quiet, only the song remains, it's not one he has heard before but the voice is familar, it's Sansa's, that much he knows. Jon looks around, calling for her but recives no answer, as he turns around , she's suddenly there, hands covered in blood as well as her dress, a fine blue one, someone had cut her belly open, but it's just a black hole apart from the blood, the smell of it is overwhelming , the heavy iron smell stings his nose. No words come out of his mouth as she curses him , in all possible languages. Jon reaches for her but his hands just go straight though her body as if she was a ghost. The dream ends as suddenly as it had begun, he's in his bed, gasping for air, his sword hand is clenched so tightly that it stings. The fire had burned out and it still seems to be an hour or two before dawn, Jon quickly gets out of bed and focuses all of his energy to not retch as he horrid smell lingers in his nose. "What was that? he paces around the room as Ghost watches him with those red eyes.

When she had closed the door behind Jon, she almost sank to the floor. She wasn't sure if it was because her leg felt weak after having Jon so close, or if it was because she had to let him go. Neither of the reasons was good, and she rather not think of them. That jon effected her so was far from good, and she feared it would lead do her doing something drastic one day! Maybe it had been for the best that Jon left, seeing she was unsure of how much longer she would have been able to be near him. His soft touch, his warm embrace and the feeling of safety he gave her, almost drove her crazy. After everything that had happened in her life, she never thought she would feel like that! If she would take a liking to someone, it wouldn't be as strong as what she felt for Jon. How she felt for Jon was almost how she dreamt it would be with Joffrey, when she was a stupid child and didn't knew better. But Jon gave her everything she had dreamt of as a child, and even more, the only problem was that it was Jon, a man that was raised as her brother.

Sansa looked into the mirror when she felt tears, a bit surprised. She rarely cried this days, feeling she had no tears left and they did you no good. But seeing how the situation was, sadden her. She hoped someone else would come along, someone she actually could pursuit a relationship with. Yet she couldn't hinder herself from thinking nothing would be as good as it was with Jon. Which of course was ridicules, seeing she had nothing with Jon, except there family-bond. Sansa closed her eyes, feeling she needed to collect herself, she couldn't crack up like this! She turned away from the mirror, needing to get change before she went to bed, hoping she could sleep.

She had managed to fall asleep after a few hours, and even if it wasn't any different from any other day, she felt more tired. She met her reflection, at least she didn't looked different, so her guess was that it was mentally. She was most likely exhausted from all the thoughts of Jon and how to handle the situation. She had found no solution and doubted she ever would, she just needed to accept how it was, and try to move on! Sansa walked over to the wardrobe, needing to get dressed. After Ramsey she had refused to have anyone help her with her clothes, she didn't want anyone touching her, not even a woman. It was almost ironic how she had been a spoiled brat who couldn't do anything without help, and it took someone like Ramsey to really wake her up. She had started to learn how to get dressed on her own when she travelled with Petyr, but as soon as they arrived at her aunt, she stopped getting dressed on her own. Now days she thought of it as ridicules, that she would need someone to dress her, something that other women did on their own, everyday. However, she knew that none of the other noble ladies around the world would consider getting dressed themselves. She shook her head, seeing that a real lady, as society thought they should be, was a useless person, and she refused to ever be useless again, she thought as she went over to the hair.

With the black dress on, the hair in a simple hairstyle she left her room. The guards nodded towards her and she gave them a small smile, not a real one but they didn't knew the difference. She doubted any of the people she was surrounded with, knew the difference. She wasn't sure if Jon had rose yet, but if not, she would let him sleep. she doubted that he could sleep-in beyond the wall, so when he had the chance, she wished to give it to him. The guards opened the doors for her and she stepped into the great hall, ready for her breakfast. The table was empty as it always was, and it was moment like this she realised how empty the castle was, and that her family lived elsewhere. Sometime her advisers ate with her, but today wasn't one of those days. She placed herself at the table, and soon started to eat.

During the early hours of the morning, Jon had already walked around the grounds of the castle, staying longer in the courtyard, listening to the awakening of the castle. The sound of the blacksmith hammering away in a steady rythym was almost soothing, like the beat of a heart. He's still in the same clothes he wore the previous day, the thick fur and wool cloak had been mended a few times just over these past months, same with the hauberk and even his breeches, he felt so ill dressed in Sansa's company, but she didn't seem to care, which was good, he hadn't brought other clothes with him. Some of the guards are looking strangely at Jon, who tries to pay them no mind and just enjoy his time here, even reliving some happy memories to dry and drown out the horrid nightmare he had the night before.

Some time after dawn, after he's finished in the Godswood, Jon heads to the Great Hall, easily making his way through the halls, he could find it with his eyes shut. The guards at the door seem reluctant to let him in but since their Queen had ordered to let him come and go as he pleases, he was allowed in. The hall was fairly empty, apart from some servingmaids and Sansa. Jon stops near the dias, bowing. "Good morn, Your Grace" the tone is warm, almost jokingly as he glances up at her, a girl so regal looking he can't believe his eyes. 'It wasn't the ale that played tricks on my eyes' the thought is bittersweet as he slowly rises from his bow. "I apologize for not being here sooner, I was not aware of the time, I was in the Godswood." he continues, hoping he can sit near her again.

Since it is only the two of them, he sits down in what would be an honorary spot, near the Queen. "I did not mean to keep you waiting" Jon helps himself to some bread and fish, as well as eggs and some fine looking bacon. He eats in a fair amount of silence, not wishing to bring up last night, how badly he wish to repeat it but ever leave her room.
Ghost is eating happily, biting through bone with ease to get to the rich marrow , he's also given some fine sausages that seem to be mostly meant for his master. Jon just chuckles and gives the Direwolf another one."It is a fine breakfast, thank you allowing me to eat with you" he smiles, the same warm smile he always gives her.

"I woke up far too early this morn, before dawn so I have had some time to explore the castle, it does look much better than when I left. I even saw that the glass garden had been repaired" The old glass garden had been filled with flowers and various Southern crops and vegetables that were not able to grow in the cold North. It had been something that Lady Stark had been fond of and from what he remembers, Sansa enjoyed it too, at least she did before they left Winterfell.
Jon remembered that all of the Stark children had spent a great deal in there, even Robb, when he was younger, of course. Jon never had, he had only been there a few times, the last time he had done something that angered Lady Stark, he couldn't even remember what it was now, mayhaps it didn't even matter, but he does remember crying, slinking away like a beaten dog but determined to not let anyone see him cry, it was better that way, Theon had always teased him about it. 'Bawling like a babe' inspite that, Jon had never said anything about when he heard Theon cry in his chambers or some where he thought no one heard him.

His heart and soul feel warmer in Sansa's presence and it is not the ale this time, he is certain. The daylight is kinder to her than the light from last nights hearth, it bathes her in a white light, causing her hair glow in a fine copper color, like how the red leaves of the Weirwood glow as the sunlight hits them. His hear beats faster and Jon wills himself to avert his eyes for a moment and turn his attention to his food. He can still feel her touch from the previous night, that is what it seems, a soft and warm touch, it does well against his cold hands. 'How would I forget my gloves' a scattered and worried mind does that, the dream still haunts him, that sweet song along with her wounds. Jon runs a hand through his dark hair, hoping it will push the memories of the dream away with it.

Sansa turned her attention towards the door, before they even opened. She had heard the steps, and known it was Jon. She was unsure if she thought of it as creepy, or something else. But she had listened after his steps, hoping he would arrive before she was done and had to leave. Even with Jon here, she still had duties, and she couldn't sit around, wishing for him to show up, even if she wished she could. Luckily she didn't need to, seeing he arrived before she was done. Her eyes fell up on him, and she couldn't hinder herself from staring, even if it was only for a few seconds. She hoped Jon hadn't noticed, seeing he may find it weird.
"Good morning Jon" she replayed giving him a smile. The servant next to her seemed surprised for a second, most likely since she never had seen her smile like that. Luckily the girl was observant enough not to say anything about it, and hopefully never would. The last thing Sansa wished for was rumors circling the castle.
"You have nothing to apologise for, seeing we didn't said any time. And no one should rush through their visit to the Godswood." Sansa rarely visited there without a reason. Since she was forced to marry Ramsey there, she preferred to stay away. It was a beautiful place, and she missed walking there, so she hoped she would find courage to enter again.
"I am pleased that you are joining me for breakfast, seeing that the hall can get a bit empty otherwise" she smiled again, most likely being far to pleased to eat with Jon, but she tried not to think about it.

"I was hoping that you would have a chance to rest, but I guess some habits are hard to break" she smiled towards him when he sat down. She wasn't sure if Jon woke early because he had in the Nightwatch or if it was for another reason. But she had gotten the habit of waking early since she started ruling Winterfell, seeing that something always had needed her attention, and now, when she was queen, even more. "Everyone is working hard to rebuild it, something I am grateful for. And yes the glass garden are repaired, did that in mothers honor"
Sansa had spent a lot of time out there as a child, and it brought back beautiful memories, but she hadn't spent much time there since they rebuilt it, but she wished for it to be there. It had always been there, and it would feel wrong if it wasn't there.

Sansa steel small glances at Jon, wished she could look more openly, but she tries to contain herself, and concentrate on the food. She admitted that it was a challenge, seeing all she wished to do was take Jon's hand again, but she had no reason to, even if she tried to come up with one. She closed her eyes, thinking it all was ridicules, she couldn't walk around with her head in the clouds, she needed to come down, and start act like the queen she was.

She almost jumped when she felt something touching her leg, but she soon saw Ghost sitting there, and she laughed.
"Hi boy" her voice was soft as she patted the wolf and picked up one of her lemon cakes and carefully placed it in her hand, and the wolf took it just as careful, and she laughed again. She had seen Ghost in actions and how he could shred someone into pieces, but seeing how sweet he was around her, it was easy to forget. Ghost gave her another look, but she raised an eyebrow, telling he wouldn't get anymore from her, and he laid down, a bit disappointed, but he didn't protest.
"Would you care to accompany me as I walk around the castle, seeing how the work progress?" even if Jon had done just that, she hoped he would keep her company, giving her the chance to enjoy his company a bit longer.