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JON
Bran and Sam had some urgent matters they wanted to discuss with Jon. He said he’d meet them after taking his dinner at the feast. As soon as Jon entered the great hall he spotted Sansa sitting alone. He started making his way to her, when Daenerys took the empty seat beside her.
He almost screamed ‘Nooo!!’ all but running to sit at the empty seat across the table from them, If these two were going to talk he wanted to hear every word. They both acknowledged when he sat, but looked away when he started to stuff his mouth with chicken so he wouldn’t have to say anything.
“I must know where you got this dress Lady Sansa, I’ve never seen anything like it.” Dany mused, admiring the fine silks.
Sansas cheeks flushed a beautiful rosey color as she looked down at her skirts,
“Thank you, I made it myself.”
She was wearing a gorgeous dress made of dark grey silk, the double wolf head sigil was beaded out of shiny beads along the sides of her neck line. The dress was so tight on the curves of her body and the neck line dipped quite low. Jon tore his eyes away and focused on his chicken as he continued to listen.
“I must know, where did you learn to make such beautiful dresses?” Dany asked.
“I was taught by my septa when I was a child. Sometimes when I grow tired of sewing and relax my back a bit, I can still hear her shouting at me to mind my posture” Sansa and Dany both let out small laughs.
Daenerys smiled at Jon, while he stuffed his mouth with more chicken. Dany made a face at him and continued,
“Will you be so firm with your own children?”
Sansa blinked and looked down at her hands
“I used to dream about having children. I always thought I would name them after the family members that I’ve lost.” Sansa said sounding as though she were a million miles away
“I thought I might name my first boy after my oldest brother... I really miss him...” She trailed off
Daenerys took a sip of wine “Jon has not told me much about your family, I’m not even really sure I know his name.”
Sansa seemed lost in her thoughts she muttered “his name-“ she paused. “His name was-“
“Robb” Jon heard himself say along with Sansa.
She looked across the table to him and for a moment he saw her icy gaze break into a gentle wave of warmth as she smiled at him.
How did she do that? How could summer live in her smile and winter in her eyes?
Summer turned back into winter in Sansas voice as she continued,
“I used to dream of raising my children here in this castle as I was raised. But those are the dreams of a stupid little girl.” Sansa clenched her hands together in front of her. Jon took a bite of his chicken and chewed it so he wouldn’t blurt out anything else.
Dany sighed “I too dreamt of having children of my own as a girl, I was weak then. Now I have my dragons and soon I will take back what has been stolen from me.”
Sansa grew a worried look on her face too quickly for Dany to notice before hiding it away behind one of her masks.
“I’m happy for you Daenerys, children are truly a gift. You raised such strong dragons all on your own.”
Danys face lit up at her words,
“And some day you will raise strong children of your own, sweet Sansa.” Dany said smiling sweetly to her.
Sansa was a million miles away again, Jon could see the distance in her eyes. Dany got up and left the table, she didn’t even hear when Sansa muttered,
“No- That could never happen.”
“And why is that?” Jon heard himself ask her, putting the chicken leg down on his plate.
Sansas eyes widened as she met his gaze from across the table. She sighed
“I will never be loved for who I am, the only reason anyone would think to marry me is for the claim my babies would have. They’d be used for their title all their lives used as pawns. That is not the life I want for them.”
Jon reached across the table and squeezed her hand. She looked at him and returned his grasp. He took a breath as if to talk, but the words got stuck in his mouth.
He wanted to tell her about his own dreams. He wanted to tell her that the warmth of her smile meant more to him than any title or claim she held. He wanted her to know that she inspired him to continue living in this cold world by showing him what true strength looked like.
They looked at each other for a few moments. Slowly they released eachothers hands drawing them back, holding the intensity of her gaze Jon stood up.
He nodded goodbye to her and walked away. Before leaving the great hall, he looked back to find her still watching him. He gave her a half smile and left the hall to meet with Bran and Sam.