neither seen nor heard

Scotney Castle, England

Jon did not move much. He had wept there. He did not remember when he had begun. He did not remember how long it had lasted. He knew only that, at some point, he had been on his knees before the statue, his brow almost touching the stone and his hands clenched until they hurt. The tears had come with shameful force, soundless at first, then with sobs he had tried to hold between his teeth. He had not managed it. The crypt had heard. The dead kings had heard. The old Starks of stone and iron, lying beneath their worn swords, had heard the bastard of Winterfell sob like a child who had lost the way home. There were no tears now. His eyes burned. His throat felt scraped with salt. His chest ached, not only where the knives had gone through him, but somewhere deeper, a place no maester would know how to bandage. The wound in his arm throbbed beneath Luwin’s dressing. The one in his heart did not.

(...) “I thought you said you would never leave Winterfell again.” “I thought you said the same.” They exchanged smirks, and Arya kept on talking. “I used to think that, once I got home, I would never want to leave. But now that I’m here, I realize that things might never be the same again. Everywhere I turn, I see ghosts. I look in the mirror, and I see ghosts. I don’t think I can keep living this way.” Turning her eyes downward, Sansa chuckled rather bitterly. “I understand.” “Maybe there’s some big discovery for me to make out there. Something that will help me look at the mirror one day, and recognize the girl I see in the mirror once more. I just… I don’t think I’ll find it here.” “Being here is too comfortable.” Sansa agreed, almost against her own will. Talking about it made her palms tingle, and her head felt as if it was submerged in icy water. Arya raised an eyebrow at her. “I don’t mean to offend, but you don’t look very comfortable.” A million sharp answers crossed her mind, one more cruel than the last.  “There’s comfort in discomfort.” She said instead. (...)

Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.

Sansa III, A Storm Of Swords

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jon: so about that date

She bites her lips as she reads it.

Immediately, another message comes through,

jon: i’m picking you up saturday

sansa: oh?

jon: wear something pretty

She smiles at that.

Sansa Stark meets Aegon Targaryen, the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Targaryen, who was raised by them in the Capital. Their strange, cosmic, and fateful meeting leads to a series of encounters between them, both completely unaware of the blood and relation they share. All Sansa knows of him is the name “Jon,” which he revealed to her, not knowing his own true identity in that moment. What happens when Sansa realizes that the feelings dwelling in her mind have been for a person with whom she already shares a relation? As a strange love begins to blossom between them, it ignites a profound complexity. The moment they step into the sphere of their true feelings and real connection, everything changes, shaping an intricate and difficult bond they must now confront.