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Bastards and Lords

Summary:

Sansa and Jon dream of their ancestors.

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"I will come back for you, I promise, my lady." The prince kissed his lady on the lips. The girl with dark hair and grey eyes refused to let her lover go. "I'm your lady wife. Soon to be your queen. I must be by your side." She said fiercely, though tears ran down her face. The prince gazed at her with sad eyes. "It's a battlefield, my love. You might be carrying my heir. You're safe here." She nodded, holding back tears. "Jace, I'm frightened. I had such a horrible dream. You must wait for Cregan." Her husband guided her hands to his heart. "Sara..." he said softly. "They killed my brother." Sorrow in his tone. "You gave me back my strength..." Jace continued, "I know it is true...that I'm a bastard." He looked down and Sara saw the saddest smile that grew on his lips. "Just tell me you still love me." Jace's eyes met Sara's. "Of course, my love." She hugged him tight. "I am a bastard too, just like you." She said smiling. "And you love me anyway."

 

The dream was a strange one. Yet, so familiar... That girl...her eyes reminded Alayne of Arya, of her father and even her bastard brother, Jon Snow. Of course she would dream such a thing. Marillion's singing still haunts her every night. The dance of dragons was one of the songs he used to sing in his last days. But why Jace Velaryon and Sara Snow? Sansa did not like to read about battles and sorrow. Though, a tale of a dragon prince falling in love with a bastard maiden from Winterfell certainly interests Alayne Stone. Only in dreams she would meet someone brave and strong like prince Jace. Declaring his love for his lady wife before going to battle.

 

Oh, she never saw him again. Alayne remembered sadly. Alayne found it curious that Sara had said to her lord husband, a similar thought she had about Jon. Sara...Sara. Such a pretty name for a girl. Sansa decided if she ever had a daughter, she would name her Sara.

 

 

"Promise me, Ned." A voice in the void. "Robert cannot know. No one can. They will kill him," Jon followed the voice. He must know who is talking to his father. But the voice faded, and suddenly, Jon was in the cripts of Winterfell." There, he saw a woman. With dark hair and dark eyes like his. A Stark. Jon realised. Is this a dream? "My lady?" He called. But the woman did not listen. Jon approached carefully. Touched her shoulder. The Stark woman was startled. Though Jon seemed invisible to her. He touched his own flesh. Then noticed he was naked. Even with the cold, his body was warm. Even with so many wounds, he was standing and breathing. What is happening? He asked himself. "Seven hells, I hate this place." The Stark woman said to herself. He heard footsteps. And so did the woman. She looked at him, her eyes accompanying the tall man with an eyed path and dressed in Stark colours. He has the Stark look as well. It must be her brother, or father. "My lord." The woman said timidly, when the Stark man approached. Close enough to make Jon doubt they were related. "You do not have to call me 'my lord'." He stroked her long dark braid with his right hand. "Sansa." He murmured. Jon gasped. Of course. Thought Jon. Lord Jonnel and his wife, the lady Sansa. "I haven't said it before, but I have no right. Winterfell belongs to you." Sansa shook her head. "I understand. I am a woman. I might die in childbirth..." Jonnel silenced her by placing a finger on her lips. "They are wrong. But your child will inherit Winterfell. Yours and mine." Jon felt sad. Knowing that they would never have children together. Jonnel, yes. But not with Sansa. He could see the love that lord Jonnel feels for his wife. Once half-niece. Jon wondered if Sansa could see it too. Does she love him back? Jon hoped so. "Forgive me, son." It was his father's voice. "I broke your mother's promise." He looked at Jon with his solemn face. Jon never saw his father's eyes look so sad. They were still at the cripts, though Jonnel and Sansa had disappeared. "My mother..." Jon breathed, "who-who was she?"

 

He had no answer. The red woman was still trying to bring him back to life. I'm not dead! He shouted. Not shouted, howled. As it happened before. Others assume Ghost is grieving his master's death. Some want to kill Ghost as well. The red woman seems to find Ghost's behaviour odd. She knows I'm a warg! He remembered. If she doesn't do something about it soon, Jon will be forever stuck in Ghost's furs, sharing his thoughts and thirst for bloody flesh. Unless they kill Ghost too. Jon thought. Melisandre knows it. She's protecting Ghost from the others. Jon wanted to go back to the dream. He was so, so close to knowing who his mother was. Lord Eddard was almost telling him...why? Why was I dreaming of Jonnel and Sansa? I was so so close. I heard her voice.

 

He went to a corner of his cell, laid on the cold floor and closed Ghost's eyes in hope for another dream. Any dream that takes him away from this nightmare.

Notes:

I'm way too obsessed with warg!Jon. I hope you guys like it <3