Jon Snow And The Ladies of Westeros pt 1- Sansa Stark

(The story is a little AU from the normal Game of Thrones Cannon in the cases of Age and Action. Except for some Characters everyone else is above 18. The war of against the Lannisters has not yet taken place. Jon snow is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and an unknown lady of the North, Not Lyanna Stark, though Eddard Stark has named him his bastard son. Eddard stark is dying of an Unknown diesease. Not all ages of characters are Cannon compliant.)

Jon came back to his room in Winterfell castle soaked in sweat after another long day in the training yards. He removed his thick fur cloak and his leather clothing and light armour, calling outside the room to a waiting servant boy to get him some hot water for a bath as he lay down on his bed to rest and wait for the servants return.

Life wasn’t easy in Winterfell,even for him. Contrary to popular belief, being a stark bastard didn’t mean he was given the same priveledges as the legitimate stark children. Sure enough Lord Eddard stark loved him and his other children equally but it wasn’t always rainbows and roses.

The beautiful lady Caitlyn stark and Sansa, her daughter were as cold as the north to him and Robb, his brother, was always jealous and thinking he would take his inheritance of Winterfell. Only Arya and the younger siblings loved him as a true brother.

He sighed deeply.

Most of this was the reason why he was courting Jeyne Poole. If he could convince her to be his wife, he would then take her and ask a loan of money from Lord Stark and leave Winterfell to cross the seas, far away from the harshness of living among those who despised him.

Especially the two redheads of the family.

Most especially Sansa. That redhead beauty truly hated him for being a bastard.

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He wouldn’t notice her.

He NEVER noticed her.

Even now when she was a beautiful full grown woman of 18 years he wouldn’t notice her. And though she was harsh to him it all came from his unwillingness to give her the attention she wanted. The long and short of it was this.

She, Sansa of House Stark, was in love with and wanted Jon snow. And it downright infuriated her that he did not notice her. Her beauty had well nigh been commented on since her fifteenth nameday feast. Her long fiery Tully hair, her sky blue eyes, her soft looking lips (everyone assumed they were soft and they were. Nobody tried to kiss her to confirm it. Even in his weakened state, Eddard stark could still cleave off a head with little effort and kissing his daughter would call for major head cleaving.) and her beautiful shapely figure had been the dream of many a man to possess.

Her Eighteenth nameday had only seen her beauty grow, her body becoming more curvaceous and her hips more defined. Her breasts grew large and firm, like “beautiful summer’s day apples” as one lusty stable hand had said. And still jon would not take notice. Well Sansa was done waiting. Especially when she knew that Jon was trying to court Sansa’s friend Jeyne Poole.

Unlike what people thought, she didn’t want some young king or knight in shinning armour for a husband. Not anymore. She had outgrown such fanciful notions and was much more wiser in the dealings of Westeros. All she wanted and needed was a brave man of honour who would love and protect her. Someone who would build a home for her, father her children and provide for her and warm her bed.

She knew Jon wouldn’t lack in any of the Departments, especially the last.