♕♔ Jon & Sansa | The Match That Was Promised
“Someday your husband will sit there and you will sit by his side.”
“Ned Stark’s bastard has been named King in the North, and that murderous whore Sansa stands beside him.”
“You wanted to be a Queen, to sit next to a handsome young King on the Iron Throne.”
“I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight.”
“Sweet one,” her father said gently, “listen to me. When you’re old enough, I’ll make you a match with someone who’s worthy of you. Someone who’s brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me.”
Jon and Robb were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out.
“Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.”
“A snowflake danced upon the air, then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You’ll dance with me anon.”
“In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.
“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.”
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