Hello there @opensky7 I’m pleased and shy and delighted to announce that I am your secret santa! And here is your gift! I truly hope you enjoy it, you and I have pretty much the same hopes and dreams for Season 8! Merry Christmas! (a wee bit late) Many many thanks to @tatticstudio55 and @daenerys1417 for their advice and encouragement and comments. You two made me believe I could write Jon and Daenerys well!
Return to Winterfell
The entire household of Winterfell turned out and stood in obedient formation. Everything was clean, every stone scrubbed; there had been a full week of preparation in the kitchens alone! Nerves frayed, tired, on edge, the Lady of Winterfell stood with her sister on one side and her strange, distant brother on the other, and waited with a calm exterior.
Arya grimaced at Sansa, fidgeted a little, adjusted Needle at her side. “I can't wait to see him! Do you think what Littlefinger said is true? That Jon wants to marry the Dragon Queen?”
“Hush! This is not the time for that!” Sansa answered sternly. She gave a small side smile to her little sister as the noise of the caravan got louder. The gates were swung open, and two horses galloped through the opening. A big black stallion ridden by their brother in bulky furs, and a beautiful white mare ridden by a dainty lady also draped in fur.
Arya had only taken two steps towards them when they heard her name being roared. Jon dismounted and ran towards her. Sansa watched her sister run towards Jon as well, smiling, and then she was in his arms. Being swept up off her feet.
“Arya, Arya, oh my baby sister, oh Arya!” Jon's voice was choked with emotion as he squeezed her hard enough to leave her breathless. “Gods, you're alive! And home!” He laughed with pure joy, alternated between stroking and mussing her hair, and gave lingering kisses to her forehead.
