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Lyanna: Hey, did you do it?
Jon: Well…I tried something…
Lyanna: What exactly is “something” please clarify. This flatiron is hard to maneuver with one hand.
Jon: I wrote her a letter but ended up binning it.
Jon: I even wrote it on pink paper to show her that I made an effort.
Lyanna: For a king you have zero game. Even Rickon is smoother than you, and he’s 16!
Jon: You sure know how to boost a guys confidence.
Lyanna: I’m sorry ok. But you need to grow a pair and confess how you feel.
Jon: You’re right. I’ll come up with another plan.
Lyanna: You better! Or i’ll do it for you.
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Jon had renewed confidence in himself, but still wished that his best friend Sam was back from medical school to give him some advice. Still, If a sixteen year old could manage to pull a feisty girl like Lyanna, then he sure as heck could at the very least make Sansa aware of his feelings.
So he decided to throw a party to rival all others.
There was black and red targaryen themed decor, the finest musicians in all of Westeros, and enough food to feed an entire super pack of direwolves for a year. He just prayed that she’d like it.
As guests started to arrive, the adrenaline pumping through Jon’s body simulated being sea sick. This led the king to rush into his office to get something to settle his stomach. He poured himself a glass of filtered water, and dropped two fizzy capsules in it. Settling on his plush couch only for a brief moment, he peered out of the window to see Lyanna and Rickon pull up to the entrance of Winterfell. Right behind them was the most beautiful women he had ever seen, it was Sansa. Her tall, lean body draped him plum fabric which tightly caressed her body. Her red hair was slicked back, and her pouty lips smeared in crimson lipstick.
She was a true goddess on earth, the thought to himself. Almost spilling the contents of his glass all over his blue suede suit. “Right, must get it together” he urged himself.
After they arrived, Lyanna made it her duty to update him on Sansa’s coordinates. Sigh…what would he do without that girl. Three minutes prior she had sent one of her “S.O.S.” texts which stood for “Sansa on the scene,” in order to alert Jon that she was on her way to his office. Jon was instead pretending to have a conversation with fictitious Sansa, and was totally oblivious to the text.
He heard a light knock on the door and in his kingly way, hailed the individual to come in, when her beautiful red head peeked through the door.
“Hi Jon, um can I stay in here for a while. Robin is here by way of Petyr and I just don’t have the strength to deal with him tonight.” Wow she sounded desperate Jon realized.
And who in the seven hells told Lord serpent that he could invite Robin?! This party after all was for Sansa even if she didn’t realize it, and the last thing Jon wanted was for her to be upset. He knew that he should’ve had the bloody fool exiled, but decided not to because the Vale’s army was needed during the war for the dawn. Now that it was over, nothing was stopping him from doing what he had initially planned to do.
“Of course Sansa, you are free to inhabit any part of the castle you wish.” Jon blushed.
“Now that i’m homeless, I might just take you up on that offer.” She winked, and he felt his knees buckle beneath him.
“My cellphone is almost dead, do you have a charger that fits my phone?” She inquired.
“Yes, in my desk, the first draw to the left.” “I’ll be back shortly, i’m just going to see how everyone is doing.” He smiled brightly.
“You know for a host, you’re being awfully anti-social. Also, can you please refresh my memory as to why you’re throwing this birthday bash? quinceanera? what is it exactly?” She giggled to herself.
“When I return all will be revealed.” Closing the door behind him, Jon was confident that his plan was going to be a success.
Sansa found the charger ages ago, but it was a little pink letter that she found wedged next to Jon’s desk that rooted her to her seat. She was now reading it for the tenth time, her brain still unable to register the words.
“To Sansa with love, JON!” She read out loud. He loved her and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. You see it was never easy for her to get along with him even as a child. His dark curls would brush her neck as he snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Meanwhile, he was unaware of the monstrous crush she was harboring for him all along. She has always loved him, but when Robb passed it became increasingly difficult to be around him. She feared that the sound of his laugh would bring back memories of her brother bursting into fits of laughter as she build a tower out of snow that resembled something crude.
As she thought about it, unable to fight back the tears that had been there since the last time she cried about him, which wasn’t very long ago. Sansa reached into her purse for the wolf embroidered handkerchief given to her by her brother, after she got into a scuffle with her younger sister Arya, now Queen in the south, which resulted in Sansa ending up with a cut lip, and Robb as usual coming to her aid. But he was no longer here and she had to deal with it. It was unfair to keep resenting Jon over something he had no control over.
The king was back now, and had a lot of explaining to do.
“I think I've just thrown the party of the century.” Jon said to Sansa, but she just stared at him blankly.
“Did the charger not work?! Because if it didn’t I can get Podrick to get you another one.” Still no response.
“Sansa, did I offend you in any way?” This time she got up from her seat and presented him with the pink letter that he was sure he had disposed of.
“Tell me Jon, are these your true feelings?” She waited with bated breath.
“How did you get that!? I….I…thought that I got rid of it!”Jon could now hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears.
Sansa was now walking away from him and towards the door.
“Please don’t leave, i’ll tell you everything.” Jon pleaded.
“I’m not going anywhere Jon, I just wanted to give us some more privacy so i’m locking the door.” “See,” she said sarcastically locking the door behind her.
“Go ahead, i’m listening.” She sat back down, legs crossed.
“Well…..first of all, Lyanna has been kinda, sorta spying on you for me, but please don’t be angry at her. She’s our number one supporter!”
“I’ve never told you this before, but Robb made me promise to look after you while he was..you know..passing away.”
“Knowing that you blamed me, made me even more determined to prove to you that i’d take a bullet for you Sansa.” He searched her eyes frantically, but was unable to gauge her emotions.
“Look i’m a man with immense power, but when i’m near you I can’t even manage to formulate a proper sentence.”
“I love you Sansa.” He said, bracing himself for her response.
“I forgive you Jon. For years I've been unable to let go of what happened to Robb, blaming you, hating you.”
“I couldn’t determine whether I loved you, or wanted you to never wake up from that coma.” Jon had been in a coma for three months after the event that took his best friend’s life.
“I know all of this sounds terrible, but it’s honestly how I felt. I needed time to heal, and to mature enough to realize that you were more than a best friend to Robb. You were like his brother.” She reached for her handkerchief, but Jon had taken hold of it, wiping away her tears while he stroked her back.
“Jon you are truly one of a kind, do you know that?” She managed a smile, amidst a sea of grief.
“I’m nowhere near as amazing as you. By the way to answer your earlier question, I threw this party for you as a profession of my love.” Jon blushed knowing how cringe worthy that sounded.
“Yeah, that was super cringey Jon.” She laughed so hard that she fell back onto the couch, arms and legs sprawled in every which way. Jon couldn’t resist touching her. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to hers, half expecting her to push him away. Instead her arms coiled around his neck pulling him in closer, and the two of them basked in the moment. Just as they were getting carried away, Jon’s phone buzzed. It was Lyanna.
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Lyanna: So…I assume by the two of you being M.IA. that SOMETHING happened?
Jon: You should really consider becoming a matchmaker little bear.
Lyanna: That’s not a bad idea…but you two need to get back to the party before people start to get suspicious.
Jon: We’ll be right there. <3
Lyanna: Ah the king of cringe strikes again. I love you too Jon, and Sansa too. <3 <3
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After reapplying her lipstick, and powdering her face, Sansa joined Jon in the ballroom where they danced until the sun came up. By the time they broke free from their love induced stupor, the only people left at the party were Rickon and Lyanna, who were asleep on a chaise lounge in each other’s arms. The kings guard were there too, but they were more like statues than people. As Jon and Sansa went out onto the balcony of Winterfell castle admiring the sunrise, they took in the new day as two halves of an enchanting couple.