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Summary:

'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him. 'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away. The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced. Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.

Chapter Ten - Jon V

Summary:

'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him. 'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away. The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced. Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.

Chapter 2: 

Summary:

'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him. 'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away. The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced. Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.

‘This… This is not a letter from a loyal Lord to his Queen…’ Jon hissed angrily. Sansa stared at him for a moment without reacting, only watching him, he hated how she could see right through him, he knew she could pierce through the anger and frustration, the jealousy, the fury, the fear. God, he hated how her expression changed from a panicked one to that of sick satisfaction within heartbeats.  

Summary:

'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him. 'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away. The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced. Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.

Chapter 4: 

Moments before each other and Sansa was affecting him violently, making him lose composure after years away from her, atoning for his own crimes, getting ready for more.

He finally turned towards her.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Summary:

'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him. 'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away. The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced. Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.

Chapter 3:

The screech of the dragon had Sansa’s blood freezing in her veins, her hands started shaking, she clasped them together, trying to stop the tremor. She hadn’t shaken before the dragons, not when they had been commanded by their Mother.

'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him. 'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away. The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced. Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.

Chapter Fourteen - Jon VII

‘Are you sick?’ Jon’s voice was laced with worry, they needed two days to reach Riverrun, he was sure there would be a Maester there. He could ride with her faster there if she felt so unwell, let the procession move behind them.