DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 1 - GAME OF THRONES

Jon VII

Jon and the men he was taking with north of the wall with him, were still required to take on watch duties to earn their keep. This was what had him and Sam stood atop the wall in the freezing cold as the sun set. The wind howled, flapping their capes, which they huddled into. The braziers burning brightly only offered a miniscule of warmth. Despite Jon knowing Sam, his counterpart didn't know him.

"Will there be girls there?" Sam asked.

Jon turned to Sam and smirked. "Why do you ask?"

"I've never been with a girl before," said Sam shyly, although Jon already knew that.

"We're rebuilding Queenscrown, so it's mainly soldiers and builders at the moment. Of course, there's my sister, mother-in-law and wife. They are the only girls there right now. In time, there will be girls, maybe even a whorehouse."

"You're married?" asked Sam, who seemed surprised. Jon nodded. "Is she pretty?"

Jon considered Sansa for a moment, her long red tresses and bright blue eyes. In her own way, Sansa was a cross between ice and fire. Despite her current youth, Sansa would grow to become a great beauty, of that Jon could be certain. "Aye, the greatest beauty in all the Seven Kingdoms."

"You're biased." Sam laughed. "What does she look like?"

Jon closed his eyes and pictured her. "She's tall, red hair, kissed by fire, with the bluest eyes and fairest skin."

"And does she have a nice..." Sam drew the shape of an hourglass in the hair.

Sansa was only really beginning to develop a woman's body. By the time Sam got to meet her, she would be far more curvaceous, like she had been when he saw her at Castle Black. From memory Sansa was slim but had curves, although he'd paid little attention back then. After all, he'd thought she was his sister.

Deciding not to give too much away, he replied diplomatically. "She's perfect."

"Ooh." Sam sounded like his mouth was watering. "So... what's it like?"

"What's what like?" asked Jon innocently, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

"You know... being with a girl." Sam blushed.

"I wouldn't know." Jon lied.

Sam looked confused. "But you're married to the most beautiful woman in all the Seven Kingdoms."

"For most of our lives, Sansa and I believed we were siblings, but it was a lie. We are cousins. For the time being, we have a practical marriage. Until we get used to the idea of not being half-brother and sister. Anyway, she's only fourteen and hasn't flowered yet," Jon added.

"So, what are you going to do?" Sam asked.

Jon shrugged. "I'll do my duty."

Sam shuddered. "Will you know where to put it? I mean, with her being your sister and all that... won't it be weird?"

"They kept us apart as children, so we barely knew each other." Jon said. "We've had time to get used to being cousins. We're waiting until she's flowered." At least he didn't have to describe to Sam what sex was like. His friend would find out soon enough. "Anyway, you'll have your time."

Sam shook his head. "I don't know. I mean... look at me. Who's going to want me?"

"There's no whorehouse in Queenscrown, but in Winter Town there is. Maybe when we get back we find you someone, unless you find a wildling girl." Jon pretended to jape, knowing he was trying to devise a plan to rescue Gilly from Craster.

The shifts at the top of the wall never lasted over three hours, lest the men freeze to death. When he and Sam had finished, they had supper in the common room and Jon headed up to his room where Ghost was waiting for him. Jon was aware tonight was the night the wight would attack Lord Commander Mormont. Although the Old Bear knew Jon had some knowledge of what was going to come, Jon had played it down, acknowledging major wight attacks and Daenerys hatching dragons. He hadn't told the Lord Commander about the Othor attacking him. However, knowing it was going to happen, Jon wanted to stay awake to be ready for it. Unfortunately, his body had other ideas.