WOLFKING

She shouldn’t be like THIS. But even if she had tried – her eyes act as if they are trained to examine their forms. The Dragon Queen is SO alien to her. Sansa has never seen a woman so fair, it’s as if she were made of winter herself. Winter has come and it never fails to remind. Her gaze is ever present through the feast. It’s shameful of her to act in this way – like a young girl besotted – but she had responsibilities now and there wasn’t a moment for such trivialities.

BUT STILL – the two did seem close. It made a knot twist in her stomach. And when she doubted herself and her INSTINCTS, Petyr’s words would echo. It seemed his ghost would be added to those ahead of him, to forever haunt her days.

Her siblings are aware of her interest. Arya has tried to carry a conversation with a very absent sister. Not only is it a annoyance now to the other, it must also be a great wonder. Sansa and Jon had never been CLOSE before. As for Bran, what didn’t he seem to know? He likely knew what she would do before she did.

He might know that Jon visited after supper. Sansa hadn’t, however, and had already began to disrobe for bed. She had taken to rising early for a more productive day. The young woman STARTS at the voice, but recognizes it almost immediately. 

Gripping the folds of her robe together, she draw near to the door. For a moment, she’s tempted to keep the conversation with the obstruction between. But even that seemed too cruel an action. The door is a familiar heavy weight as she pulls it open, her free hand rising to beckon the other in. “we should talk.” she agreed stonily.  “please do come in, Jon.”

        his feet shuffle on the fresh-swept floor and they don’t DARE step too far into the room, choosing instead to keep him tucked near the door, back pressed into a wooden beam. there is a MOMENT where guilt chokes at throat and tongue and lungs; far away, it had been so easy NOT TO THINK of her, but in a room which smells of lavender and lemon and the chill of new ice, it is impossible. it is as though she owns a part of him and now it comes home to his body, only to be so much colder than the rest. 

      she has been STARING all night, with every movement made and smile shared, every glance sent down to the DRAGON QUEEN, he feels the ever watchful eye of the lady of winterfell. it was a silent agreement between himself and daenarys to keep his sworn oath between them until a quieter time; for now, they sit and eat with the lords and his rejoined family and say nothing of bending the knee. but even still. jon thinks SHE KNOWS without ever needing to ask. 

         ( he does, eventually, meet sansa’s eyes, but the look lasts half a second and he feels colder when she breaks it. ) 

after half the men are in their cups and her grace has retired with her cohorts, jon finds himself reluctant to disappear for the night. instead, he sucks in a breath and knocks on the door to the LORD’S CHAMBERS and pretends not to see a figure slink into the shadows. 

( she stays close to her sister, now: brienne must feel positively USELESS next to the vigilant arya. )