Sansa stood with her hand laced in Jons. She had not seen him since the kiss and she was already suffering from lack of contact. Arya & Rhaenys both agreed Sansa should return to Winterfell until after the meeting.
“What about Jon?” She asked looking at both girls.
“Jon will be remaining at the warehouse until the meeting as well.”
Now Sansa was clutching Jon’s hand for dear life, as both seemed to always be within reach of the other. Ned watched his daughter as she silently welcomed him into the manor. Aegon on in front of both of them as he shook Ned’s hand first. Sansa had run up to and placed her hands on either side of his face, lightly brushing away his hair, as she commented on how tired he looked. Jon shook Ned’s hand as well, and kissed the lady of the Manors hand in welcome. Each taking a drink of wine and a piece of bread as offerings that no harm shall come to them in their house.
As they made their way to the council's room, Sansa kept by the Targaryen side of the table instead of the Starks. Keeping her hand laced with Jon’s as she took a seat on his right. Aegon sat at the end of the table across from Ned, in mutual standings.
“Targaryen!” Ned’s voice boom in joy. “I’m very glad that our two families are one in these difficult times.” He spoke lightly, clutching his own wifes hand.
“As am I Stark.” Aegon said with equal admiration. Turning their attention to the door Robb walked in stopping to give both of his sisters and mother a peck on the cheek and walked over to his father.
“Robb what news?” Ned said as Robb motioned for the guys to bring someone in. Sansa clutched Jon’s hand tighter as a guy with brown hair and brown eyes was pulled in. His hands tied behind his back.
“Tell them what you told me.” Robb spat out, The guy raised his head and shook it. Robb took the back of his head and slammed him face down on the hardwood. A squeal was heard as Arya who had been quiet the entire time, positioned right next to her mother, covered her mouth in shock. Sansa watched as her and the boy laid on the table made eye contact.
“Robb.” Catelyn spoke, but Ned held up his hand to silence her protest. Jon rose and after giving Sansa’s hand a squeeze walked over to the two.
“Robb, what information does he have?” He asked patiently.
“Information about your shooting, my wifes car bomb, and a future assassination attempt on Rhaegar Targaryen.” He sneered as Jon pulled Robb back. Jon nodded his head and turned to Aegon. Aegon nodded as he looked at Ned, who nodded in well in agreement.
“Bring me my gun.” Jon called out.
“No!” Aryas voice traveled through everyone as all of their attention were drawn to her.
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To Love A Gun
FanfictionSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
