DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 1 - GAME OF THRONES

Jon III

That night, Jon gathered with Robb, Lady Stark and Arya, waiting for Sansa to arrive. Of course this was no ordinary wedding. In theory it should have been one of the greatest weddings Westeros had ever witnessed, yet just like that of his parents, it was quiet and intimate. Fortunately, this time, both families approved of the marriage, even if it wasn't ideal for the couple. First of all, Sansa was in the body of a thirteen year old girl who hadn't flowered, which by any standards was frowned upon. According to the knowledge of the rest of the realm, Jon was Sansa's brother, which was even worse. Just to compound matters, they were both adults trapped in these bodies, but with the raging emotions of a teenager bubbling beneath the surface. A mixture of their old childhood self and their personality at death. It was a complicated mix, requiring more discipline than usual.

Jon had been surprised about how well Robb had taken all of the news. Although Jon suspected it was because he doubted Jon and Sansa would ever be able to consummate their marriage, leaving his little sister pure for all eternity. What Robb wouldn't understand, was quite how beautiful Sansa would grow up to be. Even Jon had been able to see what a beauty she was when she appeared at the wall, dirty and bedraggled; and that was when he thought she was his sister. When she eventually became that woman again, Jon would have known she wasn't his sister for a long time, he'd have had a chance to adapt to her being his cousin. He suspected consummation might not be as problematic as Robb suspected. Especially for Jon as his broken heart over Daenerys would have healed by then. In fact, slowly it was piecing itself back together already. Sansa, on the other hand might feel a little different, although in his experience, she was pragmatic enough to honour it.

What had concerned Jon the most was telling Septon Chayle about the marriage. Although it was taking place in the Godswood, Lady Stark also wanted the Faith of the Seven words to be uttered, which meant they needed a Septon to marry them. Jon wasn't a follower of the Faith of the Seven, and had never had anything to do with the Septon, but Lord Stark believed that Septon Chayle would be trustworthy enough to perform the marriage, even if he didn't know who he was initially marrying. For now, he could see the man was muttering something under his breath from a book, which Jon assumed was some kind of prayer. In consolidation to marrying in the Godswood, they had placed small statues of the seven gods. To the side of Jon was the father and to the side of where Sansa would be stood was the mother.

Jon stood beside Robb, who was holding an old black cloak which had once belonged to Lord Stark. Lady Stark had quickly stitched the red three headed dragon Targaryen sigil onto the front to symbolise Jon's heritage, something which made Jon feel incredibly uncomfortable with. He'd known his new identity for less than a fortnight, and now he was back to being sixteen and under the heart tree getting wed. how life had changed since he'd told his secret to Daenerys. Since he'd stood on the ramparts with Edd and Sam, talking about how they were the last three. Jon could have sworn he'd seen Edd with blue eyes. Gods, he missed his friends, he was going to need them back to support him. But that would all have to wait, for he could hear the crunching of feet from behind. He looked over to Robb who nodded his head in a sombre fashion. Jon looked to his side and saw Sansa standing beside him. She was wearing a newly made dress, a replica of her green one with the wolf sigil across the front which he'd commented on liking. He remembered it vividly. This time it wasn't green, it was white with a grey direwolf and she was clearly wearing Lady Stark's maiden cloak, to which Jon smiled at his future good-mother in appreciation. Her hair was free-flowing, and she wore a crown of winter roses upon her head, the blue accentuating her Tully eye colour. Jon had to admit, she looked pretty, but he felt uncomfortable looking at a thirteen year old (going on fourteen) as his wife. Albeit she was actually twenty.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" Septon Chayle called out.

"Sansa of the House Stark. Daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the North. She comes here to be wed." Lord Stark called out. "A woman, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods."