The truth of Jon’s birth has both given and stolen from him the greatest thing he has ever known. “Your Grace,” he says with a nod to Sansa, intending to allow her to dismiss him. “No,” she says, louder and firmer than she has spoken thus far. Then, softly, “Please. I am not your queen in this moment.”
The end of the war means the end of them, and of the secret moments Jon and Sansa have stolen since reuniting.
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