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Is Where the Heart Is

 

Ghost was sitting by her feet, never too far away from her reach.  Her sewing in her lap as she worked on mending one of Jon’s tunics.  The fire in her solar, was nice and comforting.  Stone walls of Winterfell surrounded her, as she sat doing her task.  Ten moons had passed since they returned home from Kings Landing.  Arya came back to them, a different person, but she was safe and home.  Nymeria followed right along at her side.  Rickon followed two moons after she.  Shaggydog scaring a couple of guards before Rickon even appeared to them.  He preferred not to speak as much about his travels, similar to Arya. But he did preferring hunting with Jon or to learn new fighting techniques.  Never failing to come home almost covered in mud from head to toe.  And Jon, well, he was either with Maester Samwell or anywhere Sansa wasn’t.   

 

Since their wedding day, Jon has not laid a hand on her.  Never came to her room asking to take his claim.  The only time he would show any contact would be when it supposed to be seen.  Simple contact, nothing more than a peck on her cheek, in the presence of other Lords and Ladies, that had come to see Winterfell rebuilt, to prove that everything was going strong in the North once more.  Sansa heard the whispers when she would come into a room.  Rickon was considered the heir of Winterfell, but it was the realm that truly needed an heir.  Daenerys fears of her being unable to bear a child have seem almost proven as she enters into her later years. Aegon and her marriage has not been fruitful in their need for a child.  In the end, the Targaryen line must have an heir, and Jon’s children will be put on the throne if the worst is truly to fear.  If only Jon had children to speak of.  

 

A knock on the her solar door drowned out her thoughts of children and Jon, as she called for who ever disturbed her to come in.  Gilly, the woman in charge of her in Kings Landing, walked in.  She had a small smile on her face, with a sadden look in her eyes.  Sansa knew right away that she had overheard another rumor forming around Sansa and Jon’s marriage.  

 

“What is it Gilly?”  She said putting her sewing down.  A look of hurt coming over her face.  

 

“I wasn’t suppose to over hear this.  But a letter came from her Grace.”  Gilly went over and took a seat on the chair next to Sansa.  Reaching over, Sansa enclasped her hand over the poor girls.  

 

“Go on Gilly.”  

 

“Well, the letter was talking about the rumors.  It seems some how they have also spread down to her Grace’s ear.  That Jon does not find you, fitting, enough to bare his children.  And I don’t know if she truly means this, but Sam and Jon started fighting when, in the letter, it mentioned him getting a second wife.”  She stuttered out.  Looking down at her lap.  “I don’t think her Grace really meant it.  I do believe that part was a second letter from Jon’s brother Aegon.”  Sansa stood up from her chair and walked over to her window.  Ghost followed her, seemingly knowing she felt ill.  “Also, apparently one of the handmaidens sisters, in Kings landing, wrote to ask her, if its true what Aegon announced publicly in court.  How he believes Jon should take a second wife, for the good of the realm.”  Quickly adding everything she truly knew.   

 

“Is it true Gilly?  Does Jon find me ill fitting?”  She said just barely above a whisper.  Sansa’s eyes looked over the training yard.  Watching Arya teach Rickon how to swing a sword properly.  Jon was watching them, giving helpful hints when necessary.  Deep grey eyes focused on the task at hand.