The Tame

Jon Stark Heir of Winterfell Brother of Torrehn, Benjen, William, Saerena and Rickard Stark First and Eldest Son of Rickon Stark and Jaeyne Mormont Currently Residing in: Winterfelll

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Nodding with a small smile pressed against his lips, Jon could see that she was just as glad for the wine as he was. Though her question was what surprised him more than anything else that had been said. “I..I wouldn’t know. Being who I am, I’ve been this way since birth, groomed since I learned to walk and talk and hold a sword, my father’s pride and joy, his heir. But, I think any of my siblings would be suitable had they been given my training and lessons since birth and it’s not an easy role to fill, least of all to say it isn’t for the faint of heart...”

Trailing as he thought on her last question, his thoughts just began to flow out into words and for some reason he didn’t think he could stop. “Being who my siblings are...Torrehn is kind and calm, very to himself if you’re not too well versed in his ways, nor does he care for pomp and circumstance or an audience for that matter. William, he is the heart and fire of us all, so joyful and optimistic, I don’t seem him being heavy handed when need be. Saerena she is the lady, more Lord than Lady surely but she too has fire in her, though her loyalty precedes all known notions, but she is far too impulsive, rash and heavy handed. Benjen, he is a bit of a mixture of Torrehn and myself, his intentions are good and pure, but being Lord of Winterfell that isn’t what he craves. Of us all, my brother Benjen would rather be a simple man, someone who would earn his living and be happy with his family and a wife and child to call his own, I envy him at times, and as for Rickard well he’s still a young Lad, more shy than anything else and prefers his own company and that of his wolf than anyone else’s.”

Sighing lightly, Jon couldn’t believe that he actually spoke so freely about his family to her, to anyone but it was as easy as breathing with her. “But truth be told...I don’t know who I would be if I wasn’t born and trained to be the heir of Winterfell.” Casting his eyes downward slightly as she spoke, Jon nodded almost solemnly. They expected to have a son, to leave her as a Lady of a House...His House and they never could and that struck him hard. “Well, perhaps it wasn’t their intention, but now you have the chance to be the Lady of Karstark.” Jon replied with what he hoped was an encouraging smile as she spoke again. 

“I do, a few really but most of my time is spent with Luwen, and Torrehn, I’ve hardly any time for friends though I suppose that’s more my fault than my responsibility.” 

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Rolling his eyes, Jon knew it was petty of him to become so riled at his sister’s antics but it always bothered him whenever he was portrayed in a manner that was false and otherwise not to his liking. He was always a man of his word and even though it was childish games that she played it did nothing to ease his mind. “And of course you’ve turned yourself into a gossip monger during your stay in the South Saerena? I’ve always been one for words, though I’m sure I’ll have a few interesting ones left if I ever run into Lady Bane alone, during the remainder of my stay.”

He knew it was hitting far below the post mentioning Lady Bane but her games were now trying his patience. With the spread of the words exchanged between Sansa and himself and the Hand, he knew that much would come from that but he didn’t wish to implicate anyone with any wrong doing, it was only a poor situation and poor timing that he now found himself in the middle of. “As always, shall I take your actions as example of what to do?” Jon muttered before turning to her and speaking to her directly. “Nothing is really going on between her and I, at least not at the moment nor is it your business, unless I decide it is. Now finish your breakfast, you and I have a training session to preside over with William and Lady Bane and you will not keep her waiting again.”

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“It’s completely alright with me.” He responded in kind just a bit too vehemently for his taste and surely it would be something that had she seen it, Saerena would have most definitely made a spectacle of him. Clearing his throat to distract from his overly cheerful display, Jon turned to pour a glass of wine for her and himself and handed it back to her as he began to speak once more. 

“It may seem that way, but I just hope that he hasn’t left my home turn to chaos. Benjen is a good man but he...well he loves his wine as much as the next man but it tends to be his only focus at times and unlike me, my siblings were never prepared solely to be the heir of Winterfell. My duty isn’t learned over a few lessons, like some might think, but then I wouldn’t have to explain that to you.”

He smiled almost guiltily before answering her question. “It won’t be but I’ll be thankful for less distraction. Torrehn and Benjen don’t make much chaos, it’s Saerena and William who love to cause ruckus and live their lives in trouble and while I love them, it’s just not what I need most days.” 

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"I'm sorry to hear that." Truthfully he was, even though it was the cause for her to come to him and later for him to confess what he felt for her, but it was never his intention for her to feel the way she did.

"If I can be honest, I think it's time I did as well. It's not home and I miss my home, more importantly, I've responsibilities to take care of that I've been neglecting and poor Benjen just isn't able to handle them all though he does the best he can." He gave her a small grin before it widened at her answer.

"I think not. William is to take his place among his Grace' Kingsguard, Saerena is staying with Lady Bane as a member of her House guard and I suppose Torrehn shall be staying with Lady Bane as well so it will be only you and I if that's alright." He was slightly anxious and overly aware of the fact that it would only be him and her traveling back, but it also excited him.

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At Torrehn’s reaction, Jon threw a glare in his direction. Since they were boys, Jon and Torrehn had an unspoken language using only their eyes and at this moment Jon hoped it wouldn’t fail him when he glared at Torrehn to shut his mouth where Sansa was concerned. Truthfully, Jon hadn’t thought it out thoroughly when it came down to confessing his feelings for Sansa and now it seemed he would be paying the price for it in spades.

“It wasn’t my intention to do any sort of thing and surely it is not as horrible as you and the rest of the Keep are making it out to be. Then perhaps I have been around you too long dear sister and have suddenly gone beside myself by courting danger in the form of, how did you put it? Oh yes, by ‘stepping on the Hand’s boots’.”

“Now look at that Torr, you’ve learned how not to get yourself into trouble, surely you could give me a lesson or two.” Jon grinned sarcastically before letting fall from his lips.

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“No, I–We can talk inside.” Sansa’s brow showed her worry as she bit her lip. “No, not rude.” Once she was inside, she found herself pacing instead of taking her usual spot in the chair near the serving table.

“I did talk to Thorne, but he–we decided to take a break from seeing one another for awhile.” She didn’t quite know how else to put it. It wasn’t as though he had said that he didn’t want to see her, but there was no way she could look him in the face without an answer.

“I thought, perhaps, that you and I could spend some time together?” Was she being too forward? She knew she needed to go back to Karhold and talk to Rolf about everything that had transpired. Surely he was the only one who could give her the right kind of advice. No other friend was truly impartial. “I was thinking about heading North again. I don’t know what your plans are…”

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As she entered, Jon knew it was a poor choice of words he used. More bemused than anything, he watched as she nervously moved from one end of his chambers to the other. “You have? I...I hope that was not on account of me. I didn’t mean to cause a rift between you two.” Frowning lightly, Jon could feel it begin to weigh on his conscience. Though he knew full well he wasn’t taking her from another man when she felt as he did and it was of her own volition, but he couldn’t help from feeling a tad guilty about doing it. 

“I..I would like that very much.” He began with a smile as he began to get ahead of himself once more. His earlier thoughts now flooded his mind and he was temporarily distracted from what she was saying and only caught the last bit with a nod. “Oh..well I suppose my plans are to return home soon. We...Well I’ve been here far much longer than I or Benjen anticipated. I’ve just written him but I much rather be on my way by the time he receives my letter. I don’t want to assume, but would you like to maybe travel they way back together?”

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“Of course not, do you think your brother naive? It’s foolish to think anything around here is meant to be a secret regardless.” If it was possible Jon’s brow hiked an inch higher at Saerena’s good mood and soon after Torrehn’s small smirk. “Torr? What in the bloody hell has you smirking this morning and you..you’re extraordinarily out of char-” He stopped short at Saerena’s comment, unable to speak another word. 

“And if I have, what is it any of your or anyone else’s business Saerena?” Cool, calm and collected was what he strove for, but somehow he knew that what was being said was far from the innocence of that meeting between them and it angered him, even though there was much to be said of what could be considered innocent about their conversation. “I don’t see you questioning Torrehn about his meetings with other women in the Keep.”

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“What? No–I–does it look like something’s wrong?” Sansa’s hands went to her face in worry. Were her eyes still puffy from crying two days ago? “I just came to see you. I had something important to discuss with you.” The last sentence was almost a whisper as she looked about the hallway.

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“I..No, I’m sorry I suppose I only suspected you’d come to tell me that the Lord Hand has called for my head.” He let out, only half joking at the sentiment as her hands rushed to her face in worry. Coughing out a chuckle, Jon shook his head chastising himself for being so stupid as he listened to the soft whisper that came from her lips. “I’m being rude. Please, come in.”

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Sansa could feel the pit in her stomach threaten to reach her throat. Why am I always knocking on his chamber door? She wondered as she waited for him to answer. Normally, Sansa was the shut in, but in the Red Keep it was Jon. 

Now that she had talked to Thorne–and taken near two days to recover from the conversation–she wanted to speak to Jon again. He had held back, respectfully, in their last conversation. It only made her admire him more. With new news, she hoped they could speak more frankly. If that were the case, perhaps it would be easier for her to come to a decision. Although it probably won’t.

The grim mood she was slowly digging her way into had to fade. She didn’t want Jon to see her maudlin. It wasn’t fair to him. Particularly after crying in his arms the other night. Determined to appear positive, Sansa forced an awkward smile as she heard Jon opening the door.

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After spending the odd morning watching his sister snicker at him over breakfast, Jon retired himself back to his chambers to write yet another letter to their brother Benjen. It still worried him, not as much as it did when they’d first arrived but still some, of what their home would resemble upon their return. Well only his and Torrehn’s return or perhaps just him alone. Saerena would venture to the Shivering Cliffs with Lady Bane or stay in the South with her, the same for Torrehn though that was more of a cause from the heart and William would take his place among the Kingsguard, leaving him alone unless..

He began to wonder if perhaps maybe Sansa would travel back with him when it would be time for him to return home. Shaking his head, Jon knew it was impossible to begin to think of such things but after they both confessed their feelings, Jon couldn’t help as his mind wandered to such things. And as if magic were the cause, a knock struck his door, pulling him from his impossible day dream only to find no other than Sansa at his door with a somewhat of a smile against her face.

“Sansa, I...are you alright? What’s wrong?” He asked with an unsure smile of his own.

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“And I thought that I was the maker of bad decisions in this House.” Saerena told Jon pointedly as she stole the bacon from his plate. “You’re going to get us into trouble.” She couldn’t help but secretly enjoy herself. Since she had been lurking around the Red Keep, she had become quite the authority on idle gossip.

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Frowning in his sister’s direction, Jon raised a brow at the slight snickering that came from her lips as she stole pieces of bacon off his plate. “You typically are, though I don’t see why you’re now casting that light on me Saer. And you’re going to be the one in trouble if you don’t stop stealing my breakfast straight off my plate.” He pointedly mentioned as he watched her hand sneak over to his plates’ edge once more. Confused, Jon sat beside her and his brother Torrehn who looked unusually secretive, and that was never good. They all knew something he didn’t and it never boded well for him.

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As the silence stretched on between them, Jon felt the tension rise once again. She wouldn’t dare look at him and that did nothing to comfort him now, but he also didn’t fault her for not jumping in his arms in joy. She did have another and that was something he needed to remember. Swallowing roughly, he turned to swiftly catch her staring through the corner of her eye and he smiled lightly, hoping to break the amounting tension in the room. 

“I...” Jon opened his mouth to say but was cut off by Sansa’s incoherent sentences. Frowning as she looked almost like a fish out of water, not being able to form any thoughts. “Yes, I suppose you do..” Was all he could really say to the one sentence that did make sense to him and that cast a dark cloud over his thoughts. How this actually play out between him, her and the Hand, surely the Hand of the King was not ruthless, but he also knew a man so enamored as to court her would give her up so easily. 

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If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

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The Children of Eddard Stark: namesakes

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You have the wolf blood in you.

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There are five pups. One for each of the Stark children. The dire wolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them.

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The old gods stir and will not let me sleep. I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror. All this I dreamt, and more.

I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief. I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells. I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow. 

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