DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 2 - CLASH OF THE KINGS

Sansa X

For Sansa, the past three moons had been torture. She had missed Jon more than she could ever imagine. There were similarities to when he had gone to Dragonstone in their previous life and returned with Daenerys. Even though they had thought themselves siblings at the time, she still felt like part of her was missing. Jon becoming her husband had made the separation worse.

Ghost and Lady followed Jon and Sansa as they made their way to Sansa's childhood bedroom. The fire was already lit, Jon had made sure of that, and a bath was already being prepared for her. They had not spoken a word since the courtyard. They were too bothered about getting to their chambers and being alone together. Too many people would overhear any conversation they had.

Jon closed the door and bolted it, ensuring their privacy, except for Ghost, Lady and the dragon egg. He put the box down and pressed his hands to his temples and screwed up his face.

"What is it?" Sansa asked.

"The dragon, it's... singing, I think."

Sansa laughed. "A dragon who sings. I hope he is friendly," she said.

A knock at the door interrupted them. Jon opened it. One of the maids was standing outside.

"I'm here to help Lady Whitestark prepare for her bath," she said.

"I'm quite capable of taking my wife's clothes off," Jon replied, much to Sansa's shock. The maid blushed.

"Of course, Lord Whitestark. I'll leave you be," she curtseyed and left.

Once Jon closed the door and turned to Sansa, she started giggling.

"What?" Jon asked.

"You have caused a scandal," Sansa scolded him.

"Why? Am I not allowed to undress my wife? We did it in Queenscrown."

"Of course you are. But for baths, maids are supposed to bathe a Lady," Sansa replied.

Jon pulled Sansa into him, taking her left hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. "You're not a Lady. You are a Queen," he whispered, peppering kisses on her wrist, which sent tingles down Sansa's spine. "And I am a King. Let me enjoy one aspect of my...." he stopped and frowned. Sansa could tell he was uncomfortable with his real identity.

Sansa cupped his face and gave him a loving look. "You will always be Jon to me. No matter whether you are King Aegon or Azor Ahai, or The Prince that was Promised," she smiled and Jon nodded. "Now, shall we have that bath?"

Jon shook his head. "I'm going to bathe you. You just tell me what to do and I will serve you," he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I am all yours."

Sansa didn't know what to say. She had never been given this level of power. Jon had been sweet and gentle before, but he had never suggested she was in complete control. He was the one with experience. However, this was only a bath. Afterwards, he would be in control.

Jon turned her around and hummed. "What is it?" Sansa asked.

"I'm just trying to work out how this contraption works," he said.

Sansa wanted to laugh. As sweet as his idea was, her bath would be icy cold by the time he figured out how to remove this particular dress. Especially as one had to start at the front. She untied the tiny bows which kept the front of her dress in place and removed it. She then worked on the tie which had been concealed underneath.

Jon peeked over her shoulder. "That's cheating," he complained.

"I want a hot bath, Jon," Sansa chided.

"Fine," Jon sighed. She didn't need to see his face to know he was pouting.

Sansa unfastened the kirtle and let it drop to the floor, along with the underskirt. Jon must have realised she was now free, as he pulled the rest of her surcoat over her shoulders. That left her shift, which was fastened by laces at the back. Jon hummed triumphantly as he unfastened the laces. As he revealed her skin, he peppered kisses along the top of her spine, then down the side of her neck, before nibbling her ear.