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The new family arrived in the first week of October, it was a rainy morning as it often was in England and fog permeated the air around the carriage when it first stopped in front of the imposing old mansion. After his eldest son continued getting into mischief in the city Lord Eddard Stark had decided what his family needed was to relocate to a small quiet town on the outskirts of London, Winterfell appeared to be everything he had been waiting for his family, so when he saw the bargain that was the old Targaryan mansion he didn’t hesitate in purchase it, even when the seller told him the place was haunted by a ghost.
“Don’t say nonsenses Lord Baelish. There is no such thing as ghosts”
“Oh but there is my lord, the ghost of John Targaryan roams the halls of the mansion” The man had tweaked his mustache in a nervous gesture as he glanced at the selling contract in front of him “I wish nothing more than for you to purchase this property but I could never lie about what transpired in that house”
Lord Eddard Stark shrugged before taking the glass of brandy that rested on the table in front of him "I know all about the tragedy" He replied "My eldest daughter is an avid reader and she documented herself before we decided to come here"
“So you don’t mind?” A shadow crossed Lord Baelish’s face “About the murders?”
A good 100 years prior, a massacre had taken place in the very same house Lord Eddard was trying to purchase, it was said that in a fit of rage and jealousy for not getting what he thought belonged to him, the youngest and from indecent origin son of the lord of the house had murdered the entire family before killing himself. He had locked them in a bedroom on the third floor before lighting a fire. The fire was stopped in time so the whole house didn't perish but the family wasn't so lucky. Since then, the ghost of John Targaryen roamed the halls, unable to find rest for his soul.
"It was horrid I must admit it," Lord Eddard said "But ghosts frighten me not, it is the living that must scare us"
And so that was how the Stark family came to live in the newly purchased mansion that most people in town avoided.
They were seven. Lord Eddard was a very practical and hardworking man, his wife lady Catelyn was beautiful and ill-tempered, the eldest son Robb was dashing and liked to fool around with unwed women a bit too much, Sansa the eldest daughter was beautiful and educated, Arya the wild child who was always getting into mischief with her younger brothers Bran and Rickon.
The ghost made his appearance that very same night, it was past bedtime and the family was all snuggled into their beds when they heard the sound of chains being dragged on the floor. The sound was too jarring and wasn’t letting anyone sleep so Lord Stark took a bottle of oil he kept in his closet and went to meet the ghost by the door.
“You might want to try some of this, old chap," He said while handing the bottle to the apparition of a young-looking man in front of him, if he was honest with himself the appearance of the ghost surprised him a bit, he had never seen one up close but he expected it to be something more horrific. The ghost in question looked like any young man, except his feet didn’t quite touch the ground and there was a transparent look to his skin.
Rage transformed the stern features of the ghost "What did you say?"
Lord Stark released a sigh “It’s late and we’re all tired from the trip. Do us all a favor and put some of this so we can sleep”
That being said Lord Stark turned around and went back to his bedroom. The ghost stayed rooted in his spot for a couple of minutes, unable to understand what was happening. During the 100 years, he had been roaming the halls of what was once his house he hadn't failed to scare a single person, Loras Tyrell the young son of the family who lived there before the Starks had even been put on medication because the panic attack he caused them when he made his first appearance.
John refused to be disrespected like this, scaring people was something he was excellent at and he would make Eddard Stark regret every suggestion otherwise.
The next morning, when the family woke up there was a stain of blood on the beautiful carpet in front of the fireplace. Catelyn released a shriek when she saw it and hidden behind the curtains a triumphant smile appeared on John’s lips, that was of course until he heard the woman’s words.
“This is horrific. That carpet was one of the most beautiful pieces of this house. It’s going to be a nightmare to remove it” This being said she proceeded to go in search of her favorite stain remover before returning and getting down on her knees to scrub away the blood.
Irritated by the lack of sense in that family, John retired to his room and waited patiently for night to come. He would frighten the death out of them and they would regret ever coming to his home.
That night he put on the old Targaryen armor, an old imposing thing his late father used to wear whenever he went into battle, he would sneak into the little children's bedroom and unsheathe his sword. If his mere presence wasn't scary enough, longclaw surely would.
The armor clacked with triumph as he walked the corridors to the children's bedroom, he couldn't wait to see the fear on their faces, this antic would surely mean a victory to him. But the satisfaction of his imaginary victory didn’t last long, because right before he reached the children’s bedroom a rope made him tumble right into the open bedroom where a bucket of green paint was waiting for him.
Jon released a frustrated howl as he stared at the ruined armor, a 100-year-old relic ruined by green paint, if his older brother could see him now would surely laugh at him just like the little hellions were doing at the moment. In the far corner of the bedroom stood Arya, Bran, and Rickon clacking with laughter as he stood up from the floor, battered and humiliated like never before.
Perhaps his days as a ghost were over; maybe all there was left now was to lock himself in his bedroom for all eternity because he sure as hell didn’t want to risk himself to another humiliation like the one he had been part of right now. Life had been hard enough for John; he didn’t want death to be hard as well.
Unbeknownst to him, the fair and gentle Sansa Stark watched him walk away defeated, a sad sigh released from her lips to partner her heartbroken expression.
“It was cruel of you, to do that to the poor ghost” She scolded the children once Jon was far enough for him to hear her.
"We were just joking," Arya said defensively “Besides, it’s not like he’s innocent”
Sansa released a sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest "No, I suppose he's not" She murmured as she thought back to all she had learned while reading about the new property. Still, there was something that didn't add up, she was sure there was another side to the story of the Targaryen tragedy and Sansa Stark always loved uncovering new mysteries.
Deciding that going back to sleep would be impossible at this point, Sansa grabbed a candle from her bedroom and after throwing on her robe went in search of the ghost. He lived in the bedroom at the end of the hall on the third floor, where the murders had taken place, the corridors were full of spider webs since no servants ventured there and the temperature lowered with every step the girl took, yet she did not yield.
She stood in front of the old wooden door and after taking a deep breath rapped her knuckles against it in a swift movement “Well hello there Mr. Ghost” She spoke to the closed door.
For a moment she thought no one would answer but after a few seconds came to the reply “Who are you?”
“I am Sansa Stark sir”
She heard the ghost huffing from behind the closed door “I have no business with Stark children”
Sansa shook her head in regret at the memory of her siblings laughing at the defeated expression on the ghost's face “I am no child sir, and I condemn terribly what my siblings did”
“What do you want then?”
“Talk”
“Talk? What a strange concept”
He opened the door then and was struck by the mesmerizing eyes in front of him. How had she gone unnoticed by him? he had been so busy trying to scare the family and get revenge on the children that he hadn't noticed the blue of her eyes and the fiery red of her hair. Looking at her, for a moment he felt at peace.
"Hello," She said, her soft pink slips stretching into a gentle smile
"Hello," He said in a most educated manner, expecting he wasn’t frightening her with his lack of corporeal form.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a shy gesture “May I come in?”
“Sure. You may find it a bit cold though” He winced
She gave him a reassuring smile “Don’t mind me, I like the cold” She stepped inside the dank bedroom and placed the candle holder on the small bedside table before taking a seat on the dusty mattress.
“What is it that you wish to speak miss?” Jon asked not knowing what to do with himself. It had been so long since he had the chance to entertain someone, for the last hundred years he had dedicated himself to scaring people away and even before he died he was never fond of having people over.
“I was wondering, why do you wish to frighten us so much?”
"Well that is my job," He said gesturing to his ethereal form.
Her brows furrowed as she looked at him “Your job? But you are dead; surely one mustn’t keep working after dying” He was about to interrupt her but paused at her words, musing them for a bit while he glided from one side to the other in front of her.
“Well I suppose not but I am different” He stated after a while
“Why is that?”
“Because I have so much to atone to” He released a sigh and the tiredness in his face made Sansa’s heart fill with pity “They say I did horrible things”
She frowned at his choice of words “They say? You mean you don’t remember?”
“Not at all," He said suddenly while throwing his hands in the air “When I woke up like this I had no recognition of anything that happen the day I died. Over the years I’ve come to remember bits here and there but not enough to put the whole picture together”
Sansa’s back straightened and her lips widened in a wicked smile “Well Mr. Ghost today is your lucky day because I am going to help you”
He gave her a curious look before going to sit next to her, his bottom never quite touching the mattress “And why would you do that sweet Sansa?”
"Because I love a good mystery," She said proudly "Plus it's boring here in the country, I need a hobby. So, would you let me help you, Mr. Ghost?"
He smiled at her in return; it had been so long since his lips stretched in a genuinely happy smile that the movement felt odd “Something tells me, you would do it even if I say no. And please, call me Jon”
That night Sansa left the ghost's room with flushed cheeks and a renovated sense of duty. The next morning over breakfast she informed her family that she intended to help the ghost to discover the mystery of his death and that anyone who played any more pranks on the poor soul would pay a fair price.
Since the children respected and feared their sister in equal measure they assure her no harm would come to the ghost, her father and brother showed themselves supporting her decision, going as far as to congratulate her for finding something to occupy her time with.
Only her mother didn’t seem to agree with her choice, stating that she should be using her time to find more important things to do.
"Catching a bachelor's eyes it's what you should be doing sweetheart," She said "You'll need to get a husband soon"
“She’s still young” Her father intervened “Don’t be too eager to send her away”
Two days later as a pouring rain fell on the English countryside Sansa shared with the ghost how pressured she felt whenever her mother mentioned getting a husband. They were once again in his bedroom and she paced back and forth as she spoke while he sat on the bed and observed her every move.
“You do not wish to get married?” He asked
Sansa sighed and stopped in front of him “It’s not that, it’s just… I don’t want to do it just because I have to”
Jon released a chuckle, a sound so strange in him that made something flutter in the girl’s chest “You’re a romantic then”
Sansa’s nostrils flared at the derogatory tone of his voice “Pardon me?”
Jon chuckled unaware of the girl’s annoyance “You believe that whole happily ever after thing, am I wrong?” When she didn’t answer his features transformed into something more melancholic “Reality is a lot different than that sweet Sansa”
The girl stared at him for a couple of seconds before going to sit next to him "Were you ever in love Jon?"
“I was, once” He answered right away “Her hair was bright red like yours”
Sansa felt something sour in her stomach at his answer but didn’t allow him to see it “What happened?”
"She was a maid," He said as his eyes seemed lost in remembrance “My grandfather didn’t allow anything to happen”
“What happened with her?”
He shrugged, the set of his jaw tight and hard "I never knew, they send her away, and when I found out it was too late"
"I'm sorry," She said unable to do anything else. Now more than ever she wished she could touch him, to give him the comfort he so much needed in some form.
The air grew thick around them, Jon seemed lost in thought and Sansa didn't like it. In the few days, she had shared her time with the ghost she had found that she quite liked being the only one he came to, to have his undivided attention and she wanted to keep it that way, she didn't want to share it with his past.
“So, what is that you’ve found?” He said suddenly, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She took a deep breath, ready to explain to him what she had come here to tell him in the first place “Well apparently the night you killed yourself a big ball had been hosted here. Your grandfather had wanted a big night of spectacle for his birthday”
Jon shook his head as a look of pure guilty crossed his face “I murdered him on his birthday”
"I'm afraid so," Sansa said. She had been horrified herself when she found out that gruesome detail after hours of researching every bit of information she could get her hands on “The whole family was gathered and it seemed like there was some kind of riff between him and your father after the toast”
“He insulted my mother” Jon murmured “My father loved her too much…he didn’t allow it”
“You remember?”
He frowned as he looked at her “Some of it”
Sansa nodded and continued thinking that perhaps the more he knew the more the memories would come back to him “It appears he threw the people out after that and sometime in the next three hours you started a fire on the third floor. Your father and his wife were there and so was he and your siblings"
Jon shook his head before standing up, a chilly air making goosebumps appear on Sansa’s arms at the absence of his closeness “I wasn’t allowed to go into the third floor” He stated, his expression confused as he paced back and forth in front of her “Only now after…what was I doing there? Why they were all there?” He took the hands to his hair and mussed the curls there and once again that night the girl found herself wishing she could somehow touch him "Sansa dear, don't take this the wrong way but I'm feeling a bit tired and I would love to rest"
Her eyes snapped back to his and she felt a blush covering her cheeks “Of course, sorry for being such a naught” She stoop and went hastily to the door, not giving him time to react.
She disappeared behind the door and let the room sink into the darkness once again “No, you’re not. Never” Jon murmured to the empty bedroom, feeling the chill once again seethe in his bones.
***
“They never found your body”
She had snuck into her bedroom the next night as he tried to conjure the sleep he knew would never come. Long gone were his ambitions of scaring the family away so now he spent his time trying to see if the peace of the eldest Stark daughter would help him to finally close his eyes and disappear.
“Excuse me?” He said as he moved his ethereal body so he could sit and be more presentable, she had startled him and he could only assume the poor state he was in.
Sansa’s cheeks were rosy and her chest heaved as she supported her body against the wall “They say you killed yourself after they burned but your body was never found”
He frowned, a cruel and cold feeling uncurling in his chest at her words “And what does that mean?” His tone was clipped and harsher than he intended.
Sansa took a deep breath and steadied her racing heart “That’s not all, it was found in some journals that—“She trailed off “that your grandfather he—“
Jon stood up then, worry etched on his face as he walked towards her “He what, dear Sansa?”
“He had a liking to fire” Her whisper echoed in the silent room “He was often bringing people from foreign lands who claimed could control it” She walked the few steps that separated them “Jon I think you might be innocent”
He looked taken aback, his form moving away from her “No, impossible”
"I discovered that your father was trying to find a way to remove your grandfather from its title" She explained, "He thought he was going mad and that his obsession with fire couldn't be good"
Jon felt his head aching with every word she spoke, images flaring in his mind, whispers of a past he couldn’t remember, threatening to tear down everything that existed in his head.
“Perhaps we could look further into this obsession of his, and if you could try to—“
“I’m tired of trying Sansa!” He exploded, his temper getting the best of him and showing her a side of him she hadn’t seen, not even when he had been determined to scare her and her family away “It’s all I’ve done for the last couple of days, there’s no need to look more into this. I killed them and now I’m atoning for it, end of story”
“But Jon—“
“I think you should leave Sansa” His words were harsh and left no room for argument. Gray eyes which once were soft and warm looked at her coldly now. She felt her chest expand with pressure and her eyes sting with unshed tears so not giving him any more time to be cruel to her, she turned around and fled the room, returning to the comforts of the living world.
Sansa didn’t see the ghost for the next couple of days and the blood stain that had stopped appearing days ago was there every morning when she came down for breakfast.
“He should learn some manners” Her mother murmured as she scrubbed away her favorite carpet.
"That he should," Sansa thought to herself but not for staining the carpet but for being mean to her and sending her away and what was worse for not coming after her.
She had continued investigating Rhaegar’s journals and had found information that she thought could be helpful but she wasn’t about to go and tell the ghost all about it, not after he was so horrid to her. He was the one who should apologize so she could share her investigations and they could once away spend together.
She missed him. She missed his crooked smile and those curls on his head, how well he recited her poetry, and the jokes he made that was not funny at all. Since the day they argued Sansa Stark had felt lonelier than ever and she didn’t like it.
That night she went to sleep with an ache in her chest and woke up with the stench of smoke in her nose. “Jon” She woke up with a gasp, heat curled around her body as she opened her eyes and realized the flames were licking up the curtains on her windows.
Sweat covered her body and the overwhelming scent of smoke made it hard for her to breathe, she had to get out of there immediately. She threw away her covers and still trying to understand what was happening stood up from the bed only to realize the fire had spread and was now licking up the ornamented wooden door of her bedroom.
“I will die here” She murmured to herself as she scanned her eyes around the room trying to find something that would help her reach the hallway in time.
"No, you won't" The voice came from behind the closed door seconds before it burst open, Jon's figure standing in its place "You don't die tonight, you fool"
The events of the next couple of minutes continued blurry in Sansa’s mind for years after they occurred. All she could tell at that time was that Jon burst into the room to save her, that somehow she could feel him as he carried her and braced the fire to get her out, that his curls were as smooth as she expected them to be and that his skin was not cold like she always thought it would be, but warm. Like embers.
He placed her by the stairs just as her family rushed finally catching on the commotion, Ned Stark barked at his children to go in search of buckets of water to the fire wouldn’t spread past Sansa’s bedroom.
The girl coughed and shook as her mother rushed her downstairs as the men took care of the fire slowly spreading upstairs. After they worked nonstop once neighbors hurried to help they managed to quench the scorching embers that had started from a lit candle placed by the window.
“I can’t believe I was so foolish” Sansa muttered to herself while her elder brother petted her hair as they sat on the sofa by the fireplace.
“You’ve saved my daughter” Catelyn Stark stood by the fireplace, just in the same spot where the spot of blood used to appear every day, and looked at the ghost straight in the eye “We’ll forever be in debt to you”
"I was right all along," Nedd Stark said with a burst of laughter “I knew the ghost that lived here couldn’t be that evil”
“We love you Mr. Ghost” The children shouted before rushing in and throwing their small bodies around the ghost, who for the time appeared to be as present as any of them.
Jon felt something warm spread in his chest at the feel of the children hugging him, his cheeks colored and he lowered his gaze to save some face.
“Thank you Jon” Sansa whispered as she left her place on the sofa and walked with trembling legs toward him “How is this possible?” Her murmur was accompanied by a gentle hand on his cheek, feeling that warmth that radiated from his skin.
“It’s October 31” Her father answered “The veil falls tonight”
Jon gulped as he leaned towards her touch “I remember now” He whispered “That fire cleared the fog” He relished her touch for another second before taking a deep breath and walking away from her "Come" He gestured to the rest of the family who was more than ready to follow him.
He took them past the kitchen onto the cellar below where after a lot of nagging and prodding was able to open a secret door hidden in the far corner, not being ones to scare easily the Stark family followed the specter through a pair of twisted stairs until they reached what appeared to be an underground cave.
"I am no murdered," He said as he walked further and showed them what was resting in the far corner of the place “I’m just trapped”
For the first time since they moved Sansa felt chills running down her spine, a cold settling on her bones “Oh my God” She whispered in shock as her eyes rested on the skeleton chained to the wall.
The children released pitiful cries as Nedd walked closer to the skeleton, pain etched on his eyes as he looked from the bones to the specter walking among them “Poor fella, how long you’ve been here all alone”
Jon gave them a sad smile before relating everything that had come to him that night. About how his grandfather had finally lost his mind and chained him in the caves below after insulting him for not being a true-born son, a spawn that had come out of the whore Rhaegar liked to spend time with. His father had tried to set him free, challenging the old man and all his cronies but the old man was too far gone, and instead of yielding he had burned them all alive, himself included.
“I could hear them scream” Jon murmured “I know it’s probably impossible given the distance but I swear I could hear them scream”
“Oh Jon” Sansa released a cry before throwing herself at him “I’m so sorry, I can’t believe all this time people have believed you committed such an atrocious crime but you’ve—you’ve been innocent all along”
He nuzzled his face into her, relishing in the feel of another human being next to him “Do not regret the past sweet girl, it is gone now” He pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling “I now can finally go too”
She frowned “Go? Where?”
He smiled gently before cupping her face between his hands “To peace”
Sansa shook her head, slowly pulling away from him “But—what about me?”
Jon gave her a sympathetic smile “You are a living thing, you belong here where things are bright and beautiful” His eyes shone with a love Sansa had believed existed only in the stories her mother used to read to her when she was little “But not me, I am no longer of this world”
“But you are of mine” She nearly shouted, not caring that all her family was witnessing such a childish display “You belong with me”
“I never did” Jon reasoned with her “But being a ghost has given me the chance of meeting you and the gift you gave me it’s the greatest I’ve ever received”
“I don’t want you to go” She clung to him, holding him into her body as if that way she was able to keep him with her forever “I’ll be all alone once again” She whispered into his neck
“Sweet girl, you’ve never been alone” He whispered back.
“Can I—can I kiss you?” She said after releasing him from her embrace. She knew it was a bold request and that in other circumstances her parents would berate her, but not now, now they pretended they weren’t even looking “I’ve never been kissed you know” She confessed.
Jon smiled tenderly before cupping her face once again and bringing her lips to his “Thank you” He whispered against her mouth “You’ve given me peace after a lifetime of torment”
Sansa kissed him once again as the tears soaked both their lips, she would never forget this moment, she would treasure this exact moment until she last walked this earth.
The next day Lord Eddard Stark ordained a tombstone in honor of the youngest Targaryen heir, his body was laid to rest inside the grounds of the property and the family held a small ceremony for the ghost that had come with the house they purchased. The eldest Stark daughter cried through the entire celebration and remained there even after it was over and the rain had started falling.
She kept taking him flowers every day and will continue doing it for the rest of her life, even after she marries and moves away to a home of her own. She always finds excuses to visit her brother, now lord of the house, but of course, he knows she's only there to place flowers on the grave of the first man she ever loved.
The ghost that once haunted the halls of their house.
But who now rested at peace in a place where torment is not possible.