DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 1 - GAME OF THRONES

Sansa II

The chatter around the castle was all about Lord and Lady Stark having had some kind of argument about the bastard of Winterfell. It had been two days since her mother had found out about Jon and had clearly taken her father to task. Sansa understood both sides, but she wasn't going to choose one, this was not her argument. Instead she became closer to her pack as she referred to them. Rickon was easy, as he was so young, getting used to Bran being Bran and not the Three-Eyed-Raven, was no easy task. She expected a monotone voice and him to be seemingly elsewhere, or his eyes to be white. Robb and Theon were the hardest to adapt to. Theon wasn't the man she had grown to love just before he died. However his traumas were what made him a good man. Before his punishments, his loyalty was questionable, but Sansa understood why. He was confused about his place in the world.

Sansa's biggest problem was with Robb. She still loved him dearly, before he had been her favourite brother. Yet his lack of intent to save her and Arya had destroyed a lot of the faith she had in him. Of course he also made stupid decisions which didn't help matters. As a result, Sansa had been a little bit salty around him, and Robb had noticed. Her defection to Jon and Arya was clear for all to see, and yet, even Arya was slightly set apart from her and Jon. Even Jon was a little more complicated since he'd revealed who he really was. Of course it explained the dragon riding, how they had missed that stupid little fact that only someone with a bit of Targaryen blood can ride a dragon. In the meantime, she had been treating him no different to when he was King in the North, after all, Jon should be the King of the Seven Kingdoms. The problem was securing allies, her father being the first one. Which simply meant waiting for the raven.

Ever since their conversation, both Jon and Robb had helped Sansa with archery. Arya being left-handed wasn't the most helpful of teachers, she hadn't ever had to train anyone else but herself. Robb and Jon were already teaching Bran and Rickon, with the help of Theon, but her mother would never allow her to learn from the Ironborn as he was already too interested in women and her mother was concerned how being close to an Ironborn would look. It was bad enough when she trained with Jon.

Lady Stark had never liked Jon simply because of what he represented. Now he was something else, and her mother had never taken the time to get to know the man he'd grown up to become. Her bitterness had clouded her judgement. Now she watched his every move, took an interest in his studies, his interactions with everyone else in the castle, but especially how Jon behaved around her. At first Sansa was confused by why her mother was glaring so much when Jon straightened her shoulders to draw her bow; but she realised that her mother saw something she didn't, power. Of course Sansa would already have a position of power at court, should she wish it, but she couldn't tell her mother. To Lady Stark, the only way to power was through marriage.

They'd been back six days and were training with the daggers in the Godswood. Sansa's aim was terrible, although it was improving. She was going to be taught how to defend herself with a dagger and how to throw it as an offensive weapon. Having little physical strength and no previous experience, made her life harder than it did for Arya who despite not having the strength, she had the perfect aim, however she couldn't sustain her throws for long.

"My arm is fucking killing me." Arya snapped one night, while Jon was pretending to attack Sansa from behind. She slumped down on the stump and watched them while rubbing her arm.

Jon's arms were wrapped around Sansa's waist from behind and he lifted her up. He might not be as strong as he was from the future, but his strength was still impressive.

"Put me down!" Sansa snapped.

"Try using the dagger on me." Jon laughed.

"I can't reach it." Sansa complained, Arya began to laugh.