Seven Dreams One Kingdom

8-Jon

Jon decided it was time to get some rest. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep, his dreams filled with Sansa's red hair all over his pillows, wearing an almost see-through white shift. Jon was laying next to her, which seemed to comfort him, and at first she also seemed calm. She rolled over and draped her arm over his huge body, Jon wished he could smile, however that thought was short-lived; when she suddenly became restless. Jon couldn't stop watching her, terrified something was wrong. Sansa began to violently toss and turn, murmuring something Jon couldn't understand. Then suddenly she screamed and sat up, her eyes wide open with terror. Moments later, Lady Brienne opened the door, sword in hand, wearing only a tunic.

"What is it my Lady?" Brienne asked, looking over towards Jon. "Has someone hurt you?"

Sansa shook her head. "It was a dream. A dream about my death." she sobbed, as she wrapped her arms around him. Jon nudged her and rested his huge head against her cheek. "I'll be alright Brienne. It's just that Jon isn't here. I only feel safe when he is."

Brienne lowered her sword. "Is that why you are sleeping in the same room?" she asked, Sansa nodded.

"It is the only thing that keeps the bad dreams away. But Ghost is with me." she reassured her sworn sword. "I'll be alright now, you can go back to bed." she added.

Brienne nodded. "If that is what you wish my Lady. He'll be back tomorrow." she added before leaving.

Sansa looked at Jon carefully. "Jon, is that you?" she asked, and he rubbed his head against hers, the only way he knew how to say yes. As if she understood she wasn't alone, Sansa lay back down and quickly went back to sleep.

Jon woke with a start. He was never leaving Sansa to sleep alone again.

They left the wildling encampment before dawn, allowing them to return to Castle Black just after noon. All the way back, Jon had been upset about Sansa; Tormund had been of little use, all he did was grumble about the hangover from the previous night's drinking. Jon was also hungover, but he didn't care, he just needed to get back to Sansa, he needed to know she was alright. As soon as they rode through the gates of Castle Black, Jon dismounted his horse.

Noticing Edd approach, he called out "Where's Sansa?"

"She's in your chambers." Edd replied. "But I wouldn't..." he started, but Jon was already gone, ignoring his friend.

Outside his chambers, Ghost was keeping watch, much to Jon's relief. He scratched the direwolf on the head and burst into the room, expecting her to be in the solar at this time, either sewing or crafting letters. "Sansa?" he called out, but there was no reply. He made his way into the bedchamber and stopped. In front of the fire, Sansa was sat in the bath, her hair wet and her back to him.

"Jon!" she shrieked. "You're back early. Turn around."

Jon immediately did as he was told. "I saw you afraid. So we rode back early." he told her, noticing the scent of lavender hitting his nostrils, the scent she used to wear as a child.

"It was a bad dream. Go wait in the solar, I'm nearly done. The water hasn't gone cold yet, you can use it yourself." she commanded as Jon left her to get out of the bath. A few minutes later, she entered the solar wearing a red robe, which looked like one of Melisandre's. Her copper hair was still wet, turning it into a deep red colour, the water was dripping down her, he noticed a droplet running down her chest, he suddenly had a desire to lick it from her chest as the memory of her breasts came back to haunt him. Jon swallowed, his breeches were becoming too tight.

"I'll go have a bath while the water is still warm enough." Jon said, leaving her while he did as she told him.

Jon didn't spend much time in the bath, it wasn't warm enough to soak away the aches from riding, but it served to clean the grime from him and wash his hair. Although it was tempting to take himself to hand, Sansa was in the next room, but this time awake. Instead he began to think about the number of men required for the battle, which served to temper his desire. Once he was clean, he got out and dressed in just breeches and a black tunic, before joining Sansa in the solar, where she was sewing.