Summary: Jon is back in Winterfell after spending his quarter of year with the Free Folk. His wife has a surprise for him. Now he has everything he has always wanted right in the palm of his hand. Pairing: Jonsa. WC: 3.4k words Warnings: Smut. Teasing. Footjob under the table. Exhibitionism. Pregnancy. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (let’s pretend it is possible now, okay?)
Leaving to attend to the Free Folk was physically painful for Jon.
A week before his departure, Sansa had become sick with a cold, with her nose running the whole day, cough, fevers, and headaches so strong she couldn’t bear to leave her bedroom more than twice a day for work, and couldn’t even watch him leave.
Every night, he wanted to come back home. The moment he left, he wanted to come back.
It was so strange to be like this now.
Jon remembered being a young boy, eager to leave Winterfell behind and start a life as a man of the Watch, to find his own glory beyond his bastard status and his father’s name. Now, over a decade later, he was a man eager to come back to the fortress where he’d grown up, for the girl he had had to watch from the corners and was now his wife.
Yes, his secretwife, but his wife nonetheless.
Not for long, hopefully.
Ghost had stayed behind with her. His boy had gone as soft for Sansa as Jon himself had done. It wasn’t so bad - he wanted her to be safe, and he knew his direwolf would keep her safe - but it made his three months away just a little more painful.
When it was time to come home, Jon moved faster than he had ever moved. The time it took to travel from the wall and Winterfell was a fortnight - even longer when travelling with a bigger group - but he was about to cut five of those days, and arrived home after the sun was already down and the castle was still waking up.
The fortress was slowly changing, but not to something different from what Jon remembered, no. Sansa was eager to make the castle into what it was, into the home they had both grown up inside.
At night, when he was dreaming through Ghost’s eyes, he loved to sit and watch Sansa sewing the Stark’s wolf into banners, to hang them on the places where they belonged. He loved to sit by her feet and be embraced by her sweet scent, seeing her glorious hair falling on her shoulder and a soft smile on her face while she watched her own fingers working.
He caught glimpses of clothes she’d been working on behind his back, always hiding it whenever Ghost was back from hunting. Gifts, maybe. Clothes she might deem more fitting to a king than what he wore in the deep North.
Jon rode through the gates with a rush when he caught a glimpse of a familiar face from afar, dismounting his horse in time to see Jeyne Pool walking into one of the internal corridors.
At this time, Sansa should be having breakfast.
“Your grace,” he heard and turned to his side to find one of the squires rushing to him there. “We weren’t expecting you to arrive so soon!”
Of course they weren’t. Jon would have ridden a dragon home if that meant being home faster.
“Where is the Queen?” he looked around the yard and into the castle. “Is she breaking her fast yet?”
“Yes, your grace,” the young man confirmed. “Her majesty is breaking her fast in her study with…”
Jon walked away, not caring about the rest of it, just faking off his outer coat to adapt himself to the warmer temperature inside the walls.
He ignored the castle servants as they bowed in respect to him, a little too eager, and just raised a single eyebrow to the guard outside Sansa’s quarters at seeing him protecting a closed door, walking inside right after he opened it.
Brienne was standing with her hand on her sword handle, right in front of Sansa, the moment he stepped inside, and relaxed. He recognised every face in the room - Jeyne Pool, the steward and the head cook - except for one. A tall blond-haired man, wearing light blue clothes and also standing defensively.
“Am I interrupting?”
Who the hell was that man?
Sansa’s blue eyes watched his face silently for a brief moment before she stood up, and Jon’s eyes darted to her body.
Something was different. He didn’t quite know what, but he could see something had changed. She was glowing, happier than before.
“Cousin,” she stood up slowly. “You are here early."
Jon breathed in deep.
Cousin. Of course.
"You weren’t expecting me?” he raised his eyebrow. “Cousin.”
Wife.
He had made her his wife under the heart tree. Lady Jeyne, who was sitting right by her side, was one of the very witnesses.
“Not so soon,” she said simply. “I was organising a banquet for your arrival.”
“Her grace is inviting many lords of the north, my lord,” the man told him. “She wanted to give you a warm welcome.”
Oh, Jon wanted a warm welcome alright. Preferably, one where they would be along and naked, and he would be between her legs.
“Your grace,” Sansa corrected him.
The blonde-haired man turned to her with confusion on his face.
“Pardon, your grace?”
“My cousin is a king,” she stared coldly at the man’s face. “You shall address him as such.”
The lord went pale and quickly stood on his feet again, and bowed to Jon.
“Forgive me, your grace,” he faced the floor. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
Sansa smirked at him, sly and mischievous.
“You are forgiven,” he decided, pulling a chair right across from her.
The lord went pale and quickly stood on his feet again, and bowed to Jon.
“Forgive me, your grace,” he faced the floor. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
Sansa smirked at him, sly and mischievous.
“You are forgiven,” he decided, pulling a chair right across from her.
He scowled, and Sansa chewed through the fruit.
“Lord Harrold Hardying is my cousin Robert’s cousin,” she told him, sounding amused. “It turns out Lord Arryn is in search of a wife and wants my help finding him a good connection with the North.”
Jon continued to eye the said lord, not quite satisfied.
“I’m sure the King Beyond the Wall probably hasn’t heard a lot about anything that happens beyond Winterfell,” Harold spoke, a little too cocky. “But until my cousin is married and a father, I’m the heir of the Vale.”
Jon looked at Sansa, who had a look on her face he could quite recognise. Lord Hardying wasn’t too eager to be replaced.
“He was hoping Arya was available,” Sansa told him.
Jon laughed out loud.
Arya? Marrying anyone?
“Lord Arryn is a perfectly suitable match for Princess Arya,” he argued.
“Of course he is,” Jon continued to laugh.
Sansa fought a smile.
“He indeed is, but I doubt Arya is a suitable match for Robert,” she told him in an appeasing tone. “My sister isn’t cut for marriage, and our family respects that.”
Hardying shot her a look, and she turned to look at Jon.
“And until I have my own children, she is the heir to the North,” she continued. “And I wish to keep her available.”
Jon felt something sneaking over his leg, a soft gentle touch climbing up, caressing his knee and caressing over his thigh, and swallowed down, finding her eyes focused on him.
The little tease.
“The Vale has done so much in helping the North and you, your grace, in conquering it back,” Hardying spoke, sounding entitled. “We merely believe we should be treated with more respect.”
Sansa’s face turned sour and the touch stopped in place.
“The only reason the bale was brought to help was that Lord Baelish brought the knights to our side,” she shot Hardying a hard look, no longer playing nice. “A man who not only betrayed me, but my parents, and killed Aunt Lysa, your lady.”
Harrold swallowed down, becoming tense.
“The only thing I have ever owned him was justice, and I brought it to him.”
“Of course, your grace,” he said quickly. “I would never insinuate you haven’t.”
Jon’s cock was hard in his pants just from seeing and heating her fury.
“I am very aware of how much the Vale has brought to our Kingdom,” she pushed her foot further up. “Don’t ever question me again or you will be no longer welcomed into Winterfell in name of Lord Robert, and I’ll see that you are punished accordingly for insolence.”
He could drop to his knees and worship her right there.
“Please, forgive me, your grace,” Lord Hardying said quickly. “Lord Robert and I merely thought that offering the hand of the two most important men in the Vale for the women in your family would be…"
"Proper?” Jon asked.
Sansa’s foot, naked from any shoes and socks, rested on his crotch, and he swallowed down, adjusting himself.
She was going to do it right there? Where anyone could catch her?
“Men?” she looked at Hardying. “Lord Hardying, I have only so far heard the proposal for my sister, which I have already discussed can’t happen. Do you have anything else you wish to present me with?”
Hardying looked at Jon, who was trying to keep a straight face. Sansa’s foot was making its way up and down the gusset of his pants, and he couldn’t dare to look down, already taken by the pleasure and the situation.
“I would like to present myself, your grace,” Hardying spoke.
He stood in his place and knelt, and Jon nearly gasped. If it wasn’t for the cloth covering the table, he would certainly see what was happening under it.
“I’m a gentleman of good breed and education,” he affirmed. “And differently from our cousin, I can and will leave my life behind to be your most faithful servant. I will fight for you and protect you, love you every day of my life and give you many heirs to fill this castle with.”
Jon wasn’t sure if he was amused or angry at the scene in front of him.
“They wouldn’t be your first children, would they?” Sansa asked, foot now caressing the length of his cock. “ If I recall correctly, you have two girls under the age of six and one more child on the way.”
Jon swallowed down and reached for his mug, drinking tea to muffle his moan.
Hardying didn’t move from where he knelt.
“All with different women, I must add,” she continued, unaffected. “I have no use for a man who can’t be faithful to a woman, Lord Hardying. Or who can’t at least try to hide his indiscretions.”
Jon stared at her, and the little warning about their past.
All was forgiven, but he shouldn’t dare to do any wrong again.
“Now leave me be,” she decided. “Send my answer to Lord Arryn and don’t come to talk to me again until you have it.”
Hardying stood up, red on the face and looking furious, but stood up and stormed off, and Sansa turned to Jeyne.
“Now that Jon is here, he might be of help with the meal planning,” she decided. “What do you think, cousin?”
He swallowed down, sucking in a deep breath while she played with him.
“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “What do you have planned?"
"The cook suggested auroch,” she told him, eating her blueberries. “It’s a lot of people, so we need something that will please them."
He gritted his teeth.
"Of course,” he tried not to grunt.
“And honey chicken,” she continued. “Ghost loves them.”
She caressed his cock head, and Jon wanted to scream.
“He does,” he agreed.
“Meat and bacon pies,” she spoke softly. “Gage’s recipe."
Jon closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, feeling the tell-tale signs that he was going to cum.
"Your grace, do you need privacy?” Jeyne offered, sounding embarrassed.
“No,” Sansa answered simply. “Do you need privacy, Jon?"
He opened his eyes, looking at her face, and Sansa simply licked her lips.
"No,” he grunted, grabbing his chair.
His wife moved her eyes back to the cook, and Jon could see everyone in the room was trying their best not to look at him.
“We’ll have some mushroom soup too,” she hummed slowly. “And for dessert, lemon pies of course.”
Jon tried to keep himself still, holding himself back from grabbing her ankle. If she didn’t stop, he was going to cum.
“And blueberries with cream,” she added, smirking. “Is there anything you want to add, husband?"
The word rolled off of her tongue softly and easily, and it lit up something in Jon’s body, triggering his orgasm.
He creamed his pants like a green boy, moaning under her watchful and teasing eyes, while everyone tried to ignore him and his sounds, and his mind went a little blank as they continued to talk over him.
“You can go now,” she said before he could even open his mouth again. “I’ll go take a stride before I review the invitations.”
Sansa stood up and left with Brienne on her heels before Jon could even think, and he quickly moved to his feet, looking at the whole group, and stood straighter.
“Nothing that happened must leave this room,” he decided awkwardly. “The Queen and I… are going to announce our marriage is the correct time.”
“Yes, your grace,” everyone agreed.
Jon rushed out of the room, following the sounds of Sansa’s steps and the way her scent was brought by the wind, too focused on her now.
The fucking tease, playing with him like that in front of everyone.
He followed her down and stopped the moment he realised where she was going, seeing Brienne stopping and changing her way the moment Sansa glanced behind her back to look at Jon, who moved faster.
They only stopped when they were at the hot springs, and Jon was quick to move to take off his shirt when she dropped her cloak and started untying her own clothes. when his eyes caught her untying her cloak and slowly removing her dress, and stepped closer to Sansa when she threw him a look, smiling mischievously.
“Close your eyes,” she commanded.
Jon stopped on his spot.
Close his eyes?
“There is nothing in you that I haven’t seen,” he reminded her.
Sansa chuckled, still with her back turned.
“I think there is,” she said simply. “Now close your eyes.”
Jon rolled his eyes, but closed them anyway, breathing in as the soft wind brushed through his naked body, moving the hairs over his skin, and he could hear Sansa exhale slowly.
“You can look now.”
Jon complied, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her naked body and her perky breasts, which Jon could have sworn looked bigger - before, they couldn’t fill his hands, but he knew they would overflow his grip once he grabbed them.
But that wasn’t the only new thing.
Jon remembered very well running his fingers over the flat of Sansa’s stomach when they had last fucked, praying to the gods that it would change soon, that his seed would grow in her, and they would have a child.
She wasn’t so flat anymore.
Instead, her belly had a curve to it, with her lower stomach pointing out in a way that he was surprised she had managed to hide from him, and a gentle curve starting to show over her torso.
“Sansa,” he exhaled.
She took a hand to her stomach, slowly rubbing it with a smile playing on her lips.
“I found out the morning after you left,” she told him. “Sam says we can expect him to be born in four and half months.”
He strode to her with heavy steps, unable to even breathe.
She was pregnant, carrying his child.
Jon fell to his knees in front of her naked body, unable to stop himself, taking his hands slowly to her stomach, resting them on both sides, moving his thumb over her belly button.
She felt so warm, so alive. Of course, that was what was different.
“Him?” he asked.
Sansa put a hand over his, and he raised his eye to her face.
“It’s a lucky guess,” she said simply. “Our boy. Our Robb.”
Jon nodded.
Yes, yes, their little Robb. The real King in the North.
“Our prince,” he spoke slowly. “Our son.”
He shot up to his feet and grabbed Sansa, kissing her lips hungrily, and Sansa put her arms over his shoulders, chest flushed against his, and Jon pulled back once he realised how it was still a secret.
Four months and a half meant that half of her pregnancy was gone. In four months and a half, he would have to be with the Free Folk. He was going to lose the birth of his firstborn, and his first months!
And it was still a secret.
“We must tell everyone,” he looked at her face. “So that I can stay with you.”
Sansa nodded, caressing his face.
“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “Our banquet will be an announcement.”
Jon instantly smiled.
Sansa was his wife, and now everyone was going to know that.
He kissed her again, feeling his cock hardening again already.
“My wife,” he growled, moving his hands over her body, completely unsure of where he even wanted to touch her.
He wanted to feel her round kips, her round stomach and her growing breasts. He wanted to feel the way her body changed to grow hischild, how she was changing to show how much she belonged to him.
“Sit,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to see you. Let me worship you.”
Sansa complied silently, sitting on the branch where she had rested her cloak, and Jon was quick to move his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin, and moving his hands over her beautiful body.
Jon kissed her breasts slowly, nibbling and tasting her tender skin while his hands moved to caress her hips, and she gasped when he placed his lips over her nipple, licking it slowly, making it hard and pebbled before gently biting on it.
“Jon,” she whined.
He licked her peak, sucking on it, and Sansa arched her body, spreading her legs wider and reaching for his cock, slowly stroking it, making him moan.
"Want you inside me,” she whined. “It’s been too long."
He moved his lips away from her skin, panting.
"You teased me the whole time on breakfast,” he lined himself with her pussy. “Didn’t even care that everyone was looking at us.”
Sansa pouted.
“I needed you,” she whined. “Besides, I’m the Queen! And you are my husband!”
He closed his eyes at the title. Her husband. Not her brother anymore, and not just her cousin.
Her husband.
Jon pushed his cock into her, feeling possessive and hungry, and Sansa gasped, arching her body to him, and he reached between her legs, playing with her clit and moving his lips to her breasts again, unable to keep himself away from them.
She was going to nourish his child - his children - with them, his pups.
Oh, how eager Jon was to see them grow, to watch Sansa grow, so round she wouldn’t be able to hide it from anyone. His queen, growing his princes and princesses.
“Jon,” she whined.
He pulled his hips back, fucking her slowly and playing with her at the same pace, and Sansa whined again, trying to arc her body and get more stimulation from him.
“What do you want?” he asked against her skin.
“Fuck me faster,” she pleaded.
He complied, grabbing her hips with one of his hands, and was suddenly surprised when something sweet touched his tongue.
Jon pulled away, and his hunger grew when his eyes caught the shimmering white liquid dribbling from her nipple.
Her milk.
He latched onto her nipple again, now hungrier, sucking on it like a man starved, ready to devour her and suck her dry.
“Gods,” she cried out.
He didn’t stop, fuelled by her taste, and sucked her nipple until it was red and Sansa was crying and panting under him.
She came, squeezing his cock and crying while he continued to suck on her, holding her close as he fucked her, simply turning to her other nipple and sucking again, hungry, expecting - and hoping - to have the same reaction, and moaned when he felt the warm taste on his lips, sucking and fucking her in the same frantic rhythm.
When Sansa came a second time, she pushed her fingers into his hair, and kissed his lips with near desperation, her wet pussy squeezing his cock with a grip he recalled missing in these months he had spent away, and it was too much for him.
Jon came inside her with a long moan, and she swallowed his sounds into their kiss, holding him closely while he panted on top of her.
“You’re mine,” she whispered into his lips. “All mine, my husband.”
In this meta I will try to point out the clues of Jon’s death- warging into his direwolf- coming back to life process.
Our main hint is going to be : ONE EYEmotifs…
And interestingly this hint is always close to Sansa…
[Most of these clues etc have been already examined by many people but I will try to put them all in order to show the pattern..]
A GAME OF THRONES:
Waymar Royce
Waymar Royce appearence and story are very similar with Jon’s.
They look similar:
SerWaymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyedandgracefulandslender as a knife.
[AGOT; Prologue]
Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.
[AGOT; Bran I]
They are both young men of Night’s Watch but they were not very welcomed by their other black brothers:
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. “Bet he killed them all himself, he did,” Gared told the barracks over wine, “twisted their little heads off, our mighty warrior.” They had all shared the laugh. It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups, Will reflected as he sat shivering atop his garron. Gared must have felt the same.
[AGOT; Prologue]
“Yes, life,” Noye said. “A long life or a short one, it’s up to you, Snow. The road you’re walking, one of your brothers will slit your throat for you one night.” “They’re not my brothers,” Jon snapped. “They hate me because I’m better than they are.” “No. They hate you because you act like you’re better than they are. They look at you and see a castle-bred bastard who thinks he’s a lordling.” The armorer leaned close. “You’re no lordling. Remember that. You’re a Snow, not a Stark. You’re a bastard and a bully.”
[AGOT; Jon III]
Others are a very important part of Jon’s arc and story and Waymar meets with them in Prologue:
Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head, defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it, or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment, Will thought, he was a boy no longer, but a man of the Night’s Watch.
[AGOT; Prologue]
This phrase also reminds us Jon:
It is more than impatience, Jon realized. They are afraid. Warriors, spearwives, raiders, they are frightened of those woods, of shadows moving through the trees. They want to put the Wall between them before the night descends.
A snowflake danced upon the air. Then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You’ll dance with me anon.
[ADWD; Jon XII]
In Prologue, Waymar gets killed by Others:
Royce’s body lay facedown in the snow, one arm out-flung. The thick sable cloak had been slashed in a dozen places. Lying dead like that, you saw how young he was. A boy.
[AGOT; Prologue]
And Jon dies in ADWD:
Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …
[ADWD; Jon XIII]
But Waymar comes back to life as a wight with ‘ONE EYE’:
Will rose. Ser Waymar Royce stood over him. His fine clothes were a tatter, his face a ruin. A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye. The right eye was open. The pupil burned blue. It saw.
[AGOT; Prologue]
So:A young man of Night’s Watch who looks like Jon dies and comes back to life with ONE EYE.
Let’s continue with the second book…
A CLASH OF KINGS:
Orell
Orell is Wildling who is also a skinchanger. His animal is an EAGLE.
Jon kills Orell in ACOK; Jon VI:
Jon nodded toward the one by the fire. It felt queer, picking a man to kill.
[…]
Jon’s man leapt to his feet, thrusting at his face with a burning brand. He could feel the heat of the flames as he flinched back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sleeper stirring, and knew he must finish his man quick. When the brand swung again, he bulled into it, swinging the bastard sword with both hands. The Valyrian steel sheared through leather, fur, wool, and flesh, but when the wildling fell he twisted, ripping the sword from Jon’s grasp.
[…]
“You ought to burn them you killed,” said Ygritte.
[ACOK; Jon VI]
But due to the magic of skinchanging, a portion of Orell’s consciousness remained in the eagle, which developed a fierce hatred for Jon.
And in ACOK; Jon VII he dreams of an eagle attacking him and people talk about vargs and skinchangers:
Then a sudden gust of cold made his fur stand up, and the air thrilled to the sound of wings. As he lifted his eyes to the ice-white mountain heights above, a shadow plummeted out of the sky. A shrill scream split the air. He glimpsed blue-grey pinions spread wide, shutting out the sun… “Ghost!” Jon shouted, sitting up. He could still feel the talons, the pain. “Ghost, to me!” Ebben appeared, grabbed him, shook him. “Quiet! You mean to bring the wildlings down on us? What’s wrong with you, boy?” “A dream,” said Jon feebly. “I was Ghost, I was on the edge of the mountain looking down on a frozen river, and something attacked me. A bird… an eagle, I think…”
[…]
“Skinchanger?” said Ebben grimly, looking at the Halfhand. Does he mean the eagle? Jon wondered. Or me? Skinchangers and wargs belonged in Old Nan’s stories, not in the world he had lived in all his life. Yet here, in this strange bleak wilderness of rock and ice, it was not hard to believe.
[ACOK; Jon VII]
So:There is a skinchanger who dies because of Jon but a part of him keeps living in his animal: eagle.
The interesting thing is that between these two Jon chapters (Orell and eagle dream) comes a very important Sansa chapter which has many parallels with Jon VI chapter…
An example of parallels:
[…] ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell.”
“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious…
[ACOK; Jon VI]
Sansa lowered her head. “The blood frightened me.”
“The blood is the seal of your womanhood. Lady Catelyn might have prepared you. You’ve had your first flowering, no more.”
Sansa had never felt less flowery. “My lady mother told me, but I… I thought it would be different.”
In this chapter Sansa says she wants to be loved and Cersei warns her that “love kills too…” Next chapter is Jon with his eagle dreams and warging abilities:
A half smile flickered across the queen’s face. “[…]Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?”
“Everyone wants to be loved.”
“I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,” said Cersei. “Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
Let’s move on to third book…
A STORM OF SWORDS:
Orell and Wargs
In ASOS; Jon I, we learn the name of the Wildling that Jon has killed in ACOK; Jon VI:
“He slew Qhorin Halfhand,” said Longspear Ryk. “Him and that wolf o’ his.”
“And did for Orell too,” said Rattleshirt.
“The lad’s a warg, or close enough,” put in Ragwyle, the big spearwife. “His wolf took a piece o’ Halfhand’s leg.”
[…]
“What’s this?” he said. “A crow?”
“The black bastard what gutted Orell,” said Rattleshirt, “and a bloody warg as well.”
“You were to kill them all.”
“This one come over,” explained Ygritte. “He slew Qhorin Halfhand with his own hand.”
[ASOS; Jon I]
This Jon chapter comes after ASOS; Sansa I.
And these chapters have many parallels such as:
Sansa knelt at the feet of her future queen. “You do me great honor, Your Grace.”“Won’t you call me Margaery? Please, rise. Loras, help the Lady Sansa to her feet. Might I call you Sansa?”
[ASOS; Sansa I]
“I would be pleased to eat, Your Grace. And thank you.”
“Your Grace?” The king smiled. “That’s not a style one often hears from the lips of the free folk. I’m Mance to most, The Mance to some. Will you take a horn of mead?”
We also learn about Sansa’s new betrothed: Willas Tyrell..
Willas has a bad leg and so does Jon, in ASOS:
“Willas has abad leg but a good heart,” said Margaery. “He used to read to me when I was a little girl, and draw me pictures of the stars. You will love him as much as we do, Sansa.”
[ASOS; Sansa I]
If the mare had gone down, he would have been doomed. “A lucky thing my leg got in the way,” he muttered.
He rested for a while to let the horse graze. She did not wander far. That was good. Hobbled with a bad leg, he could never have caught her.
[ASOS; Jon V]
Let’s keep reading…
InASOS; Jon II chapter Jon’s eagle dream from ACOK comes true and Orell’s eagle attacks Jon’s eye:
He could still hear wings, though the eagle was not in sight. Half his world was black. “My eye,” he said in sudden panic, raising a hand to his face.
“It’s only blood, Jon Snow. He missed the eye, just ripped your skin up some.”
[…]
Can a bird hate? Jon had slain the wilding Orell, but some part of the man remained within the eagle. The golden eyes looked out on him with cold malevolence.
[…]
I will need to get this tended, he thought, but not just now. Let the King-beyond-the-Wall see what his eagle did to me.
[…]
The look Mance gave Jon was grim and cold. “What happened to your face?”
Ygritte said, “Orell tried to take his eye out.”
“It was him I asked. Has he lost his tongue? Perhaps he should, to spare us further lies.”
Styr the Magnar drew a long knife. “The boy might see more clear with one eye, instead of two.”
“Would you like to keep your eye, Jon?” asked the King-beyond-the-Wall. “If so, tell me how many they were. And try and speak the truth this time, Bastard of Winterfell.”
Jon’s throat was dry. “My lord… what…”
[ASOS; Jon II]
Jon almosts loses his ‘one eye’ and becomes Jon ‘One Eye’ Snow because of this attack..
After this eagle attack Jon chapter comes ASOS; Sansa II
And these chapters have many parallels such as:
Jon wheeled and followed Tormund back toward the head of the column, his new cloak hanging heavy from his shoulders. It was made of unwashed sheepskins, worn fleece side in, as the wildlings suggested.
[…]
“I wear the cloak you gave me, Your Grace.”
[ASOS; Jon II]
A new gown?” she said, as wary as she was astonished.
“More lovely than any you have worn, my lady,” the old woman promised. She measured Sansa’s hips with a length of knotted string. “All silk and Myrish lace, with satin linings. You will be very beautiful. The queen herself has commanded it.”
“Which queen?” Margaery was not yet Joff’s queen, but she had been Renly’s. Or did she mean the Queen of Thorns? Or…“The Queen Regent, to be sure.”
And after the chapter of an eagle attacks Jon’s eye we learn in next chapter that Sansa’s betrothed Willas Tyrell flies EAGLES:
“Willas has the best birds in the Seven Kingdoms,” Margaery said when the two of them were briefly alone. “He flies an eagle sometimes. You will see, Sansa.”
[ASOS; Sansa II]
Why is Almost One Eye Jon and Sansa Stark being near to each other important?
Because the first Sansa Stark in Stark family tree was married with her half-uncleJonnel ‘One Eye’ Stark:
So another Sansa being close to another Stark family member who almost had lost his one eye sounds interesting.
Well, Jon didn’t lose his eye but his face got scarred:
He had almost forgotten about his face. “A skinchanger tried to rip out my eye.”
Noye frowned. “Scarred or smooth, it’s a face I thought I’d seen the last of. We heard you’d gone over to Mance Rayder.”
[ASOS; Jon VI]
Who else has a scarred face? Sansa’s husband- Tyrion Lannister:
“I like your scar.” She traced it with her finger. “It makes you look very fierce and strong.”
He laughed. “Very ugly, you mean.”
“M’lord will never be ugly in my eyes.” She kissed the scab that covered the ragged stub of his nose.
[ASOS; Tyrion II]
Varamyr
What happens to this eagle later?
Skinchanger, Varamyr Sixskins, takes control of Orell’s eagle. Varamyr uses the eagle to scout Castle Black and spots Stannis Baratheon’s arrival at the Wall.
The eagle bursts into flames during the attack on Castle Black with Melisandre claiming she was responsible.
The skinchanger was grey-faced, round-shouldered, and bald, a mouse of a man with a wolfling’s eyes. “Once a horse is broken to the saddle, any man can mount him,” he said in a soft voice. “Once a beast’s been joined to a man, any skinchanger can slip inside and ride him. Orell was withering inside his feathers, so I took the eagle for my own. But the joining works both ways, warg. Orell lives inside me now, whispering how much he hates you. And I can soar above the Wall, and see with eagle eyes.”
[…]
“Banners,” he heard Varamyr murmur, “I see golden banners, oh …” A mammoth lumbered by, trumpeting, a half-dozen bowmen in the wooden tower on its back. “The king … no …”
Then the skinchanger threw back his head and screamed.The sound was shocking, ear-piercing, thick with agony. Varamyr fell, writhing, and the ’cat was screaming too…. and high, high in the eastern sky, against the wall of cloud, Jon saw the eagle burning. For a heartbeat it flamed brighter than a star, wreathed in red and gold and orange, its wings beating wildly at the air as if it could fly from the pain. Higher it flew, and higher, and higher still.
[ASOS; Jon X]
Melisandre burns the eagle. Who else got burned in the books?
Jon Snow in AGOT:
He had burned himself more badly than he knew throwing the flaming drapes, and his right hand was swathed in silk halfway to the elbow. At the time he’d felt nothing; the agony had come after.
[AGOT; Jon VIII]
And Jon burns himself in AGOT; Jon VII:
Jon tried to shout, but his voice was gone. Staggering to his feet, he kicked the arm away and snatched the lamp from the Old Bear’s fingers. The flame flickered and almost died. “Burn!” the raven cawed. “Burn, burn, burn!”
Spinning, Jon saw the drapes he’d ripped from the window. He flung the lamp into the puddled cloth with both hands. Metal crunched, glass shattered, oil spewed, and the hangings went up in a great whoosh of flame. The heat of it on his face was sweeter than any kiss Jon had ever known. “Ghost!” he shouted.
The direwolf wrenched free and came to him as the wight struggled to rise, dark snakes spilling from the great wound in its belly. Jon plunged his hand into the flames, grabbed a fistful of the burning drapes, and whipped them at the dead man. Let it burn, he prayed as the cloth smothered the corpse, gods, please, please, let it burn.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
This Jon chapter comes after AGOT; Sansa IV:
And these two chapters have many parallels such as:
So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys had escorted her to the high room in Maegor’s Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, the fighting had begun outside.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
They took his knife and his sword and told him he was not to leave his cell until the high officers met to decide what was to be done with him. And then they placed a guard outside his door to make certain he obeyed. His friends were not allowed to see him, but the Old Bear did relent and permit him Ghost, so he was not utterly alone.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
Yet somehow it seemed colder with Jeyne gone, even after she’d built a fire. She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother’s queen.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
Yet he was trembling, violently. When had it gotten so cold?
[…]
Metal crunched, glass shattered, oil spewed, and the hangings went up in a great whoosh of flame. The heat of it on his face was sweeter than any kiss Jon had ever known. “Ghost!” he shouted.
What happens to skinchanger Orell and warg Varamyr after the eagle burst into flames?
The incident greatly affects Varamyr and supposedly kills the remnants of Orell inside the eagle.
After the defeat of the wildlings at the battle beneath the Wall, Varamyr has lost all his possessions in his madness from experiencing the eagle’s death; he has also lost control of his snow bear and shadowcat, but his wolves remain.
[Orell dying completely and Varamyr gets mad also reminds me another resurrected character Beric Dondarrion who also has ONE EYE and him dying for good to bring Catelyn Stark back to life… And like Varamyr, Lady Stoneheart loses her mind too… ]
Let’s move on to fourth book…
A FEAST FOR CROWS:
Jon is not even in this book?
But Sansa is and we learn few things about her crushes:
Waymar Royce:
She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly, but that was a lifetime ago, when she was a stupid little girl.
[AFFC; Alayne I]
Grrm reminds us Waymar Royce aka the biggest foreshadowing for Jon in AFFC book via Sansa’s chapter…
Loras Tyrell:
Loras was another crush of Sansa and we learn that he got burned really bad in AFFC.
Like the eagle and Jon.
“Tell me,” said Margaery. “I command it.” Command it? Cersei paused a moment, then decided she would let that pass. “The defenders fell back to an inner keep once the curtain wall was taken. Loras led the attack there as well. He was doused with boiling oil.” Lady Alla turned white as chalk, and ran from the room. “The maesters are doing all they can, Lord Waters assures me, but I fear your brother is too badly burned.”
InADWD; Prologue Varamyr encounters with Others (just like AGOT; Prologue) and Varamyr’s body dies, but his mind lives on in his wolf One Eye.
And Varamyr also thinks about Jon and his direwolf..
So we have dead warg who kept living in his animal: A WOLF whose name is ONE EYE.
Varamyr could feel the snowflakes melting on his brow. This is not so bad as burning. Let me sleep and never wake, let me begin my second life. His wolves were close now. He could feel them. He would leave this feeble flesh behind, become one with them, hunting the night and howling at the moon. The warg would become a true wolf. Which, though?
[…]
“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.”
Varamyr knew the truth of that. When he claimed the eagle that had been Orell’s, he could feel the other skinchanger raging at his presence. Orell had been slain by the turncloak crow Jon Snow, and his hate for his killer had been so strong that Varamyr found himself hating the beastling boy as well. He had known what Snow was the moment he saw that great white direwolf stalking silent at his side. One skinchanger can always sense another. Mance should have let me take the direwolf. There would be a second life worthy of a king. He could have done it, he did not doubt. The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it.
[…]
A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. Before their hearts could beat again he had passed on, searching for his own, for One Eye, Sly, and Stalker, for his pack. His wolves would save him, he told himself. That was his last thought as a man. True death came suddenly; he felt a shock of cold, as if he had been plunged into the icy waters of a frozen lake. Then he found himself rushing over moonlit snows with his packmates close behind him. Half the world was dark. One Eye, he knew. He bayed, and Sly and Stalker gave echo. When they reached the crest the wolves paused.
[…]
The things below moved, but did not live. One by one, they raised their heads toward the three wolves on the hill. The last to look was the thing that had been Thistle. She wore wool and fur and leather, and over that she wore a coat of hoarfrost that crackled when she moved and glistened in the moonlight. Pale pink icicles hung from her fingertips, ten long knives of frozen blood. And in the pits where her eyes had been, a pale blue light was flickering, lending her coarse features an eerie beauty they had never known in life. She sees me.
[ADWD; Prologue]
Jon dies in his last ADWD chapter and his last word was his direwolf’s name: GHOST…
Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …
[ADWD; Jon XIII]
So we have a full circle:
It started with Agot; Prologue
and ended with ADWD; Jon XIII
Let’s not forget that Jon’s death was foreshadowed in ASOS; Sansa VIchapter.
Lord Petyr dismissed him with a wave, and returned to the pomegranate again as Oswell shuffled down the steps. “Tell me, Alayne—which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?”
“The hidden dagger.”
“There’s a clever girl.” He smiled, his thin lips bright red from the pomegranate seeds.
[ASOS; Sansa VI]
Next chapter was Jon:
Fore more about Jon’s death and Sansa; please check:
“Do not be so certain.” The ruby at Melisandre’s throat gleamed red. “It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold.”
“It is always cold on the Wall.”
“You think so?”
“I know so, my lady.”
“Then you know nothing, Jon Snow,” she whispered.
[ADWD; Jon I]
In conclusion:
Jon’s death, him warging into his direwolf during his death and him coming back to life arc has been foreshadowed since AGOT; Prologue and its most obvious hints were given in ADWD; Prologue by echoing AGOT; Prologue.
The ‘ONE EYE’ motif seems like a key hint for his resurrection.
AndSansa is always close to this motif or she has some connections with this motif via other characters or her chapters.
A Sansa Stark being close to another ‘ONE EYE’ Stark is interesting because of the historical couple: Jonnel ‘One Eye’ & Sansa Stark in Stark family tree..
Even the hints of Jon’s death can be found in Sansa chapters.
All of these tell us that Sansa will be important in Jon’s past resurrection story.
“Bronze Yohn knows me,” she reminded him. “He was a guest at Winterfell when his son rode north to take the black.” She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly, but that was a lifetime ago, when she was a stupid little girl.
[AFFC; Alayne I]
And he looks like Jon.
- His desription in Prologue:
Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife.
[AGOT; Prologue]
- Jon’s description:
Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.
“I had a dream that Joffrey would be the one to take the white hart,” she said. It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream. Everyone knew that dreams were prophetic. White harts were supposed to be very rare and magical, and in her heart she knew her gallant prince was worthier than his drunken father.
“A dream? Truly? Did Prince Joffrey just go up to it and touch it with his bare hand and do it no harm?”
“No,” Sansa said. “He shot it with a golden arrow and brought it back for me.” In the songs, the knights never killed magical beasts, they just went up to them and touched them and did them no harm, but she knew Joffrey liked hunting, especially the killing part.
[AGOT; Sansa III]
In the sameSansa III chapter, Sansa calls men in Night’s Watch “black knights from songs” and she thinks about Jon.
“There was a black brother,” Sansa said, “begging men for the Wall, only he was kind of old and smelly.” She hadn’t liked that at all. She had always imagined the Night’s Watch to be men like Uncle Benjen. In the songs, they were called the black knights of the Wall. But this man had been crookbacked and hideous, and he looked as though he might have lice. If this was what the Night’s Watch was truly like, she felt sorry for her bastard half brother, Jon.
[AGOT; Sansa III]
InBran I,Jon saves direwolves aka magicalandrare beasts (one of them is white)
“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”
“What of it, Jon?”
“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment.
[…]
“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said.“Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.
“An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”
Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”
“We were meant to rule together. If Lyanna had lived, we should have been brothers, bound by blood as well as affection. Well, it is not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done.”
[AGOT; Eddard I]
Lyanna // Sansa: Like Lyanna, Sansa also becomes betrothed to a Baratheon man
§ Jon’s first words about Sansa is about her being “radiant”.
Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, […]
[AGOT; Jon I]
§ Jon & Sansa’s first “real” impression of Joffrey sounds similar
Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey’s pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell’s Great Hall.
[AGOT; Jon I]
Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. She wondered how she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel.“I hate you,” she whispered.
[AGOT; Sansa VI]
§ Jon I // Sansa I
Jon I chapter is very similar with Sansa I:
The obvious parallel:
Ghost & Lady are beneath the table and Jon & Sansa feed them
Sansa is breaking her fast and Jon is having dinner.
Jon grinned and reached under the table to ruffle the shaggy white fur. The direwolf looked up at him, nipped gently at his hand, then went back to eating.
[AGOT; Jon I]
“I’ve never seen an aurochs,” Sansa said, feeding a piece of bacon to Lady under the table. The direwolf took it from her hand, as delicate as a queen.
[AGOT; Sansa I]
Noble Lady/Bastard Boy
His brothers and sisters had not been permitted to bring their wolves to the banquet, but there were more curs than Jon could count at this end of the hall, and no one had said a word about his pup. He told himself he was fortunate in that too.
[AGOT; Jon I]
Septa Mordane sniffed in disapproval. “A noble lady does not feed dogs at her table,” she said, breaking off another piece of comb and letting the honey drip down onto her bread.
[AGOT; Sansa I]
Queen/Savage like direwolves
Ghost ripped into it in savagesilence.
[AGOT; Jon I]
The direwolf took it from her hand, as delicate as a queen.
[AGOT; Sansa I]
Sweet/Salty
“Hungry again?” he asked. There was still half a honeyed chicken in the center of the table.
[AGOT; Jon I]
“I’ve never seen an aurochs,” Sansa said, feeding a piece of bacon to Lady under the table.
[AGOT; Sansa I]
Direwolves vs dogs
Jon watched the confrontation. The bitch growled low in her throat and moved closer. Ghost looked up, silent, and fixed the dog with those hot red eyes. The bitch snapped an angry challenge. She was three times the size of the direwolf pup. Ghost did not move. He stood over his prize and opened his mouth, baring his fangs. The bitch tensed, barked again, then thought better of this fight. She turned and slunk away, with one last defiant snap to save her pride. Ghost went back to his meal.
[AGOT; Jon I]
“She’s not a dog, she’s a direwolf,” Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. “Anyway, Father said we could keep them with us if we want.”
Sansa says Jon is jealous of her betrothed prince Joffrey:
“Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said.
Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”
[AGOT; Arya I]
§ Arya says Sansa has fire in her hair
Sansa’s hair // Ygritte’s hair:
Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys.
[…]
Jon had their father’s face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansaand Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair.
[AGOT; Arya I]
Just like Ygritte’s “kissed by fire” hair
The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.
[ASOS; Jon II]
A6) Sansa I
§ Finding comfort with their direwolves
Sansa and Jon (Jon III) are facing frightening situations and they find comfort in their dire wolves:
“You are shaking, girl,” he said, his voice rasping. “Do I frighten you so much?”
He did, and had since she had first laid eyes on the ruin that fire had made of his face, though it seemed to her now that he was not half so terrifying as the other. Still, Sansa wrenched away from him, and the Hound laughed, and Lady moved between them, rumbling a warning. Sansa dropped to her knees to wrap her arms around the wolf.
[AGOT; Sansa I]
As he watched his uncle lead his horse into the tunnel, Jon had remembered the things that Tyrion Lannister told him on the kingsroad, and in his mind’s eye he saw Ben Stark lying dead, his blood red on the snow. The thought made him sick. What was he becoming? Afterward he sought out Ghost in the loneliness of his cell, and buried his face in his thick white fur.
Yet even as he said the words, he remembered that chill morning on the barrowlands, and Robert’s talk of sending hired knives after the Targaryen princess. He remembered Rhaegar’s infant son, the red ruin of his skull, and the way the king had turned away, as he had turned away in Darry’s audience hall not so long ago. He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once.
[AGOT; Eddard IV]
A8) Sansa II
§ Loras gives Sansa a red rose
Roses and tourney imagery reminds us Lyanna Stark, who was betrothed with Robert Baratheon but run away with Targaryen Prince Rhaegar
Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty’s laurel in Lyanna’s lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.
[AGOT; Eddard XV]
Sansa// Lyanna
Sansa is betrothed with Robert Baratheon’s son and Jon is the son of Lyanna and Rhaegar
And like Lyanna, she also gets a rose in a tourney
To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off.
[AGOT; Sansa II]
§ Loras looks like a hero and Jon:
Sansa thinks Loras is very beautiful and looks like a real hero
Loras also looks like Jon
Ser Gregor was the monster and Ser Loras the true hero who would slay him.He even looked a true hero, so slim and beautiful, with golden roses around his slender waist and his rich brown hair tumbling down into his eyes.
[AGOT; Sansa III]
When the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmur ran through the crowd, and he heard Sansa’s fervent whisper, “Oh, he’s so beautiful.” Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and filigreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots.
[AGOT; Eddard VII]
She could never hold a picture of Willas long in her head, though; her imaginings kept turning him back into Ser Loras, young and graceful and beautiful.
[AGOT; Sansa II]
Jon and Loras have brown hair.
Jon and Loras have slender bodies.
Jon and Loras are described as graceful.
And Jon also would like to give a flower to a redhead young girl.
If I could show her Winterfell … give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.
Sansa’s ivory (white-ish color) silk dress stained with blood orange juice and (fire) ashes
“Liar,” Arya said. Her hand clenched the blood orange so hard that red juice oozed between her fingers.
[…] as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap.
[…]
Sansa wiped it away with a napkin. When she saw what the fruit in her lap had done to her beautiful ivory silk dress, she shrieked again. “You’re horrible,” she screamed at her sister. “They should have killed you instead of Lady!”
[…]
“Arya started it,” Sansa said quickly, anxious to have the first word. “She called me a liar and threw an orange at me and spoiled my dress, the ivory silk, the one Queen Cersei gave me when I was betrothed to Prince Joffrey. She hates that I’m going to marry the prince. She tries to spoil everything, Father, she can’t stand for anything to be beautiful or nice or splendid.”
[…]
Sansa stalked away with her head up. She was to be a queen, and queens did not cry. At least not where people could see. When she reached her bedchamber, she barred the door and took off her dress. The blood orange had left a blotchy red stain on the silk. “I hate her!” she screamed. She balled up the dress and flung it into the cold hearth, on top of the ashes of last night’s fire. When she saw that the stain had bled through onto her underskirt, she began to sob despite herself. She ripped off the rest of her clothes wildly, threw herself into bed, and cried herself back to sleep.
[AGOT; Sansa III]
The ivory silk dress was a “betrothal gift” from Queen Cersei, that Sansa later had to “dye it black” so the “blood and fire stain” couldn’t be seen at all.
Her gown was the ivory silk that the queen had given her, the one Arya had ruined, but she’d had them dye it black and you couldn’t see the stain at all. She had fretted over her jewelry for hours and finally decided upon the elegant simplicity of a plain silver chain.
When Sansa peered down, she saw a body impaled on the huge iron spikes below. She averted her eyes quickly, afraid to ask, afraid to look too long, afraid he might be someone she knew.”
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
“Othor,“ announced Ser Jaremy Rykker, "beyond a doubt. And this one was Jafer Flowers.” He turned the corpse over with his foot, and the dead white face stared up at the overcast sky with blue, blue eyes.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
“No,” Sansa blurted. “He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t!”
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
“No,” Jon said at once. “That couldn’t be. My father would never betray the king!”
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
“A child born of traitor’s seed will find that betrayal comes naturally to her,“ said Grand Maester Pycelle. "She is a sweet thing now, but in ten years, who can say what treasons she may hatch?”
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
“And then he heard the laughter, sharp and cruel as a whip, and the voice of Ser Alliser Thorne. "Not only a bastard, but a traitor’s bastard,” he was telling the men around him.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
“Please, Your Grace, there’s been a mistake.“ Sudden panic made her dizzy and faint.
[…]
“But I love him,” Sansa wailed, confused and frightened. What did they mean to do to her? What had they done to her father? It was not supposed to happen this way.
[…]It wasn’t fair to take him away from her on account of whatever her father might have done.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
“But it’s a lie,” Jon insisted. How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself … would he? He fathered a bastard, a small voice whispered inside him. Where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of her? He will not even speak her name.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
“I’ll … I’ll write the letters,“ Sansa told them.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
“As to that, I cannot say, lad. I mean to send a letter. I knew some of the king’s councillors in my youth. Old Pycelle, Lord Stannis, Ser Barristan…”
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
The queen smiled. “I think of you almost as my own daughter. And I know the love you bear for Joffrey.” She gave a weary shake of her head.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
The weirwoods were beyond the Wall, yet he knew Sam meant what he said. They are my brothers, he thought. As much as Robb and Bran and Rickon…
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys had escorted her to the high room in Maegor’s Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, the fighting had begun outside.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
They took his knife and his sword and told him he was not to leave his cell until the high officers met to decide what was to be done with him. And then they placed a guard outside his door to make certain he obeyed. His friends were not allowed to see him, but the Old Bear did relent and permit him Ghost, so he was not utterly alone.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
*
Yet somehow it seemed colder with Jeyne gone, even after she’d built a fire. She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother’s queen.
[AGOT; Sansa IV]
Yet he was trembling, violently. When had it gotten so cold?
[…]
Metal crunched, glass shattered, oil spewed, and the hangings went up in a great whoosh of flame. The heat of it on his face was sweeter than any kiss Jon had ever known. “Ghost!” he shouted.
[AGOT; Jon VII]
§ Sansa & Jon and Aemon Dragonknight:
Aemon Dragonknight is one of the favourite historical heroes of Jon and Sansa.
Aemon and his sister Naerys were in love
[We will talk more about Aemon + Naerys // Jonsa later: C13]
Sometimes a Jon/Sansa chapter comes before/after a Jon/Sansa chapter where there is a Aemon Dragonknight mention
This two chapters that follow each other is an example for his:
And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, she searched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become a ghost, dead before her time.
[AGOT; Sansa V]
"She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”
[AGOT; Arya II]
A12) Jon IX
§ Sweet lady
Jon whispers to his mare “Easy, sweet lady”
The mare whickered softly as Jon Snow tightened the cinch. “Easy, sweet lady,” he said in a soft voice, quieting her with a touch. Wind whispered through the stable, a cold dead breath on his face, but Jon paid it no mind. He strapped his roll to the saddle, his scarred fingers stiff and clumsy. “Ghost,” he called softly, “to me.” And the wolf was there, eyes like embers.
[AGOT; Jon IX]
Lady is also the name of Sansa’s dire wolf.
So: Lady and Ghost are mentioned together
At this point Lady is dead, so she is literally a “ghost”. And later in the books Jon also dies.
So we have a direwolf with a dead maste and a master with a dead dire wolf.
Sansa is the female character that is called ‘sweet lady’ the most.
People call Sansa “sweet lady” in AGOT too:
“Leave her alone,” Joffrey said. He stood over her, beautiful in blue wool and black leather, his golden curls shining in the sun like a crown. He gave her his hand, drew her to her feet. “What is it, sweet lady? Why are you afraid? No one will hurt you.”
[…]
The older man in white spoke to Sansa gently. "Ofttimes Ser Ilyn frightens me as well, sweet lady. He has a fearsome aspect.”
[AGOT; Sansa I]
To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.”
[…]Instead Joffrey smiled and kissed her hand, handsome and gallant as any prince in the songs, and said, “Ser Loras has a keen eye for beauty, sweet lady.”
Sansa wishes some hero would cut off his head but she knows there are no heroes
In the A Dance With Dragons book, Jon beheads Slynt just like the way Sansa wished
Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. “Life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “You may learn that one day to your sorrow.”
[AGOT; Sansa VI]
“I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.”
“Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw.
There is a passage that contains a hint of Sansa being the betrothed of the dragon’s heir
The morning of King Joffrey’s name day dawned bright and windy, with the long tail of the great comet visible through the high scuttling clouds. Sansa was watching it from her tower window when Ser Arys Oakheart arrived to escort her down to the tourney grounds. “What do you think it means?” she asked him.
“Glory to your betrothed,” Ser Arys answered at once. “See how it flames across the sky today on His Grace’s name day, as if the gods themselves had raised a banner in his honor. The smallfolk have named it King Joffrey’s Comet.”
Doubtless that was what they told Joffrey; Sansa was not so sure. “I’ve heard servants calling it the Dragon’s Tail.”
“King Joffrey sits where Aegon the Dragon once sat, in the castle built by his son,” Ser Arys said. “He is the dragon’s heir—and crimson is the color of House Lannister, another sign.
[…]
Is it true? she wondered. Would the gods be so cruel? Her mother was one of Joffrey’s enemies now, her brother Robb another. Her father had died by the king’s command. Must Robb and her lady mother die next? The comet was red, but Joffrey was Baratheon as much as Lannister, and their sigil was a black stag on a golden field. Shouldn’t the gods have sent Joff a golden comet?
[ACOK; Sansa I]
§ Snow white Kingsguard cloak
In the books KG’s white cloaks associated with SNOW
This is an important example for this, because we will see Sandor’s SNOW white cloakagain
In the back of the royal box, Sandor Clegane stood at guard, his hands resting on his swordbelt. The white cloak of the Kingsguard was draped over his broad shoulders and fastened with a jeweled brooch, the snowy cloth looking somehow unnatural against his brown roughspun tunic and studded leather jerkin.
There is a romantic passage about Maiden and Warrior
The Maiden lay athwart the Warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him.
[ACOK; Davos I]
Jaime sees himself as the Warrior of his sister/lover Cersei and her as the Maiden:
I thought that i was the Warrior and Cersei was the Maid, but all the time she was the Stranger, hiding her true face from my gaze.
[AFFC; Jaime IV]
Jon and Sansa can easily be considered Warrior and Maiden (there is a theory of Stark Family symbolizes Seven Gods)
The Warrior was Renly and Stannis, Robb and Robert, Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow.
[ACOK; Catelyn IV]
The Warrior had his sword sketched in beneath his face
[ACOK; Catelyn IV]
The Warrior stands before the foe, protecting us where e'er we go.
[ASOS; Samwell III]
“Sansa Stark remained a maiden, and half the castle seemed to know it.”
[ASOS; Tyrion IV]
I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.
[ASOS; Arya VII]
Brienne edged her mare forward. “My sister is lost as well. A girl of three-and-ten with auburn hair, fair to look upon.” “All the Mother’s children are fair to look upon. May the Maiden watch over this poor girl … and you as well, I think.”
So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he’d dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it, but Arya would run out laughing and shouting, wanting to touch it all.
[ACOK; Jon III]
§ Pretty name
Jon remembers Sansa’s advice about girls
“I don’t even know your name.”
“Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower.”
“That’s pretty.” He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her.
[ACOK; Jon III]
B4) Daenerys IV
§ Sweet blue flower on the wall of ice = Daenerys’ doom
Daenerys’ this vision might be a foreshadowing for her doom and her last betrayal for love
The voices were growing louder, she realized, and it seemed her heart was slowing, and even her breath… three treasons will you know… once for blood and once for gold and once for love…
[…]
A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… mother of dragons, bride of fire…
[ACOK; Daenerys IV]
Sweetness, color blue, ice and Wall are negative signs for Daenerys
A foul, sweet smell rose from the wound, so thick it almost choked her.
[AGOT; Daenerys VIII]
“Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.”
[ACOK; Daenerys II]
The merchant prince sat up sharply. “Pyat Pree has blue lips, and it is truly said that blue lips speak only lies. Heed the wisdom of one who loves you. Warlocks are bitter creatures who eat dust and drink of shadows. They will give you naught. They have naught to give.”
[ACOK; Daenerys III]
“Blue lips speak only lies, isn’t that what Xaro told you? Why do you care what the warlocks whispered? All they wanted was to suck the life from you, you know that now.”
[ACOK; Daenerys V]
“Not all your enemies are in the Yellow City. Beware men with cold hearts and blue lips. You had not been gone from Qarth a fortnight when Pyat Pree set out with three of his fellow warlocks, to seek for you in Pentos.”
[ADWD; Daenerys III]
That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper’s rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. Some small part of her knew that she was dreaming, but another part exulted. This is how it was meant to be. The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened.
[ASOS; Daenerys II]
The next morning she woke stiff and sore and aching, with ants crawling on her arms and legs and face. When she realized what they were, she kicked aside the stalks of dry brown grass that had served as her bed and blanket and struggled to her feet. She had bites all over her, little red bumps, itchy and inflamed. Where did all the ants come from? Dany brushed them from her arms and legs and belly. She ran a hand across her stubbly scalp where her hair had burned away, and felt more ants on her head, and one crawling down the back of her neck. She knocked them off and crushed them under her bare feet. There were so many…
It turned out that their anthill was on the other side of her wall. She wondered how the ants had managed to climb over it and find her. To them these tumbledown stones must loom as huge as the Wall of Westeros. The biggest wall in all the world, her brother Viserys used to say, as proud as if he’d built it himself.
[ADWD; Daenerys X]
These images are linked with Jon and Sansa
Sansa is the blue flower that bloomed from the North
We will examine this later. (Check B5)
But in summary:
Ygritte tells about the song of Bael the Bard and the Winterfell’s Rose in ACOK; Jon VI
In the story the blue roses of Winterfell just bloom and they represent a love between King Beyond the Wall and Winterfell’s maiden heir
Next chapter is Sansa (ACOK; Sansa IV) and she flowers for the first time, next chapter is Jon again. (Jon-Sansa-Jon)
Sansa’s courtesy (armor) is Wall
He had always had a yen to see the Titan of Braavos. Perhaps that would please Sansa. Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north.
[ASOS; Tyrion VIII]
Sansa should take it off only for her husband
“Courtesy is a lady’s armor,” Sansa said. Her septa had always told her that.
“I am your husband. You can take off your armor now.”
[ASOS; Sansa III]
But the Wall belongs to Jon
The Wall is mine, Jon reminded himself whenever he felt his strength flagging.
[ASOS; Jon VIII]
The Wall is mine, he reminded himself.
[ASOS; Jon IX]
The Wall was his, the night was dark, and he had a king to face.
[ASOS; Jon XII]
Never. “I cannot speak to what my father might have done. I took an oath, Your Grace. The Wall is mine.”
[ADWD; Jon I]
The Wall is mine, and the Watch as well. The Night’s Watch takes no part.
[ADWD; Jon II]
I should be walking the ice. The Wall is mine.
[ADWD; Jon III]
The Wall is mine, Jon reminded himself as the winchmen were swinging in the cage, for two more days, at least.
[ADWD; Jon XI]
“I must do as I think best. With respect, Your Grace, the Wall is mine, and so is this decision.”
[ADWD; Jon XIII]
Sansa is sweet smelling
Sansa Stark, he mused. Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces.
[ASOS; Tyrion III]
She brought a dozen of the queen’s favorite scents as well. Sansa chose a sharp sweet fragrance with a hint of lemon in it under the smell of flowers. The maid dabbed some on her finger and touched Sansa behind each ear, and under her chin, and then lightly on her nipples.
These three chapters follow each other (Jon -> Sansa -> Jon)
§ Bael the Bard and Winterfell’s Blue Rose
Jon meets with Ygritte and after the introduction of his future love interest comes a Sansa chapter.
She tells him the story of a song about the love between King Beyond the Wall and Winterfell’s maiden lady heir.
She smiled again, a flash of white teeth. “And she never sung you the song o’ the winter rose?”
“I never knew my mother. Or any such song.”
“Bael the Bard made it,” said Ygritte. “He was King-beyond-the-Wall a long time back. All the free folk know his songs, but might be you don’t sing them in the south.”
[…]
“…One day in his bitterness he called Bael a craven who preyed only on the weak. When word o’ that got back, Bael vowed to teach the lord a lesson. So he scaled the Wall, skipped down the kingsroad, and walked into Winterfell one winter’s night with harp in hand, naming himself Sygerrik of Skagos. Sygerrik means ‘deceiver’ in the Old Tongue, that the First Men spoke, and the giants still speak.
“North or south, singers always find a ready welcome, so Bael ate at Lord Stark’s own table, and played for the lord in his high seat until half the night was gone. The old songs he played, and new ones he’d made himself, and he played and sang so well that when he was done, the lord offered to let him name his own reward. ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell.”
“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o’ the winter roses be plucked for the singer’s payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished… and so had Lord Brandon’s maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain.”
[…]
“Lord Brandon had no other children. At his behest, the black crows flew forth from their castles in the hundreds, but nowhere could they find any sign o’ Bael or this maid. For most a year they searched, till the lord lost heart and took to his bed, and it seemed as though the line o’ Starks was at its end. But one night as he lay waiting to die, Lord Brandon heard a child’s cry. He followed the sound and found his daughter back in her bedchamber, asleep with a babe at her breast.”
“Bael had brought her back?”
“No. They had been in Winterfell all the time, hiding with the dead beneath the castle. The maid loved Bael so dearly she bore him a son, the song says… though if truth be told, all the maids love Bael in them songs he wrote. Be that as it may, what’s certain is that Bael left the child in payment for the rose he’d plucked unasked, and that the boy grew to be the next Lord Stark. So there it is—you have Bael’s blood in you, same as me.”
[ACOK; Jon VI]
This little story is a hint for Jon’s parentage.
The Stark lady leaves with a singer King and gives him a baby boy. Like Lyanna and Rhaegar.
(Lyanna // Sansa)
Sansa is the maiden lady heir of WF and she also blooms (flowers) just like BLUE WINTER ROSES in the song in next chapter:
[…] ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell.”
“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious…
[ACOK; Jon VI]
Sansa lowered her head. “The blood frightened me.”
“The blood is the seal of your womanhood. Lady Catelyn might have prepared you. You’ve had your first flowering, no more.”
Sansa had never felt less flowery. “My lady mother told me, but I… I thought it would be different.”
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
Just like WF’s heir gave a baby boy to KING Beyond The Wall, Sansa is also ready to give children to the KING:
“Bael the Bard made it,” said Ygritte. “He was King-beyond-the-Wall a long time back.
[…]
“No. They had been in Winterfell all the time, hiding with the dead beneath the castle. The maid loved Bael so dearly she bore him a son, the song says…
[ACOK; Jon VI]
She took a sip of milk. “So now you are a woman. Do you have the least idea of what that means?”
“It means that I am now fit to be wedded and bedded,” said Sansa, “and to bear children for the king.”
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
Bael’s son with WF’s Rose was the heir of Winterfell:
“Lord Brandon had no other children. At his behest, the black crows flew forth from their castles in the hundreds, but nowhere could they find any sign o’ Bael or this maid. For most a year they searched, till the lord lost heart and took to his bed, and it seemed as though the line o’ Starks was at its end.
[…]
Be that as it may, what’s certain is that Bael left the child in payment for the rose he’d plucked unasked, and that the boy grew to be the next Lord Stark. So there it is—you have Bael’s blood in you, same as me.”
[ACOK; Jon VI]
Like Ygritte said: Jon has the blood of Bael and Winterfell.
In the same chapter he was also called “the blood of Winterfell”
“Then you must do what needs be done,” Qhorin Halfhand said. “You are the blood of Winterfell and a man of the Night’s Watch.”
[ACOK; Jon VI]
Among Stark kids he and Sansa are the only ones who were called BLOOD OF WINTERFELL.
I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.
[AFFC; Sansa I]
He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night’s Watch. I will not father a bastard, he told her. I will not. I will not. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she whispered, her skin dissolving in the hot water, the flesh beneath sloughing off her bones until only skull and skeleton remained, and the pool bubbled thick and red.
[ASOS; Jon VI]
So; the son of King Bael and Winterfell’s Rose continued the blood of Winterfell and became the Lord of WF.
Jon is called blood of Winterfell in that chapter,
In next chapter Winterfell’s maiden Lady Sansa flowers and therefore she is ready to give children to the King.
She also calls herself the “blood of Winterfell” in later books.
Also next chapter is JON. (again) (Jon -> Sansa -> Jon)
§ Targaryen imagery:
Sansa’s bedclothes stained with moonblood & fire
[…] When she threw back the blanket and saw the blood, all she could think was that her dream had somehow come true.
[…]
Then she remembered the bedclothes. She rushed back to the bed and stared in horror at the dark red stain and the tale it told. All she could think was that she had to get rid of it, or else they’d see. She couldn’t let them see, or they’d marry her to Joffrey and make her lay with him.
[…]
She pulled the torn sheet from the bed, and the stained blanket as well. I’ll have to burn them. She balled up the evidence, stuffed it in the fireplace, drenched it in oil from her bedside lamp, and lit it afire. Then she realized that the blood had soaked through the sheet into the featherbed, so she bundled that up as well, but it was big and cumbersome, hard to move. Sansa could get only half of it into the fire.
[…]
In the end it took three of them to pull her away. And it was all for nothing. The bedclothes were burnt, but by the time they carried her off her thighs were bloody again. It was as if her own body had betrayed her to Joffrey, unfurling a banner of Lannister crimson for all the world to see.
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
§ Sansa // Lyanna
A bed stained with blood reminds us Ned’s dream of Lyanna’s death. And Lyanna gave birth to Jon
When she threw back the blanket and saw the blood, all she could think was that her dream had somehow come true.
[…]
Then she remembered the bedclothes. She rushed back to the bed and stared in horror at the dark red stain and the tale it told.
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
He dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and Lyanna in her bed of blood.
[AGOT; Eddard X]
§ Climbing and Bran
In the Jon VIandSansa IV chapters they both do some climbing and there are mentions of Bran,fireandsmoke
Up they went, and up, and up, black shadows creeping across the moonlit wall of rock. Anyone down on the floor of the pass could have seen them easily, but the mountain hid them from the view of the wildlings by their fire. They were close now, though. Jon could sense it. Even so, he did not think of the foes who were waiting for him, all unknowing, but of his brother at Winterfell. Bran used to love to climb. I wish I had a tenth part of his courage.
[ACOK; Jon VI]
Down by the Mud Gate, outlined against the drifting smoke, she could make out the vague shape of the three huge catapults, the biggest anyone had ever seen, overtopping the walls by a good twenty feet. Yet none of it made her feel less fearful. A stab went through her, so sharp that Sansa sobbed and clutched at her belly. She might have fallen, but a shadow moved suddenly, and strong fingers grabbed her arm and steadied her.
She grabbed a merlon for support, her fingers scrabbling at the rough stone. “Let go of me,” she cried. “Let go.”
“The little bird thinks she has wings, does she? Or do you mean to end up crippled like that brother of yours?”
Sansa twisted in his grasp. “I wasn’t going to fall. It was only… you startled me, that’s all.”
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
§ Grey eyed man // Redhead girl
Jon/Sandorputs a sword to Ygritte’s/Sansa’s neck
The men send the girls away
He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?” “Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.” Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.” He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he? “Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him. Jon lowered his sword. “Go,” he muttered. Ygritte stared. “Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.” She went.
[ACOK; Jon VI]
He laid the edge of his longsword against her neck, just under her ear. Sansa could feel the sharpness of the steel. […] Sandor Clegane spat at her feet to show what he thought of that. “So long as I have this,” he said, lifting the sword from her throat, “there’s no man on earth I need fear.” […] “True knights protect the weak.” He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.” Sansa backed away from him. “You’re awful.” “I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful. Now fly away, little bird, I’m sick of you peeping at me.” Wordless, she fled.
[ACOK; Sansa IV]
§ Children of mountain
InJon VI, they tell him that mountain is his mother. And Jon has no mother/lost his mother.
Soon they were high enough so that looking down was best not considered. There was nothing below but yawning blackness, nothing above but moon and stars. “The mountain is your mother,” Stonesnake had told him during an easier climb a few days past. “Cling to her, press your face up against her teats, and she won’t drop you.” Jon had made a joke of it, saying how he’d always wondered who his mother was, but never thought to find her in the Frostfangs. It did not seem nearly so amusing now. One step and then another, he thought, clinging tight.
[ACOK; Jon VI]
InAFFC; Alayne II chapter it’s said that Stone is daughter of mountain. And mountain is Stone’s father.
Alayne is a Stone. And Alayne Stone/Sansa has no father/lost her father.
Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain’s daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won’t fall.“ She put her hand on a jagged spur of rock, and got to her feet. "Best finish. We have a long way yet to go, and I can smell a storm.”
[AFFC; Alayne II]
§ Sharing room/bed with siblings
Jon remembers nights in WF that he used to share bed with his brothers
And it is similar with a Sansa chapter in ASOS that she remembers nights in Winterfell where she used to share her chamber with her sister
They ate cold salt beef, hard bread, and harder cheese, and slept clothed and huddled beneath a pile of cloaks and furs, grateful for each other’s warmth. It made Jon remember cold nights long ago at Winterfell, when he’d shared a bed with his brothers. These men were brothers too, though the bed they shared was stone and earth.
[ACOK; Jon VI]
She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl. The room was cold and b
