Oathkeeper

Chapter 42: Beautiful and Wise

Sansa surely thought her mind was playing tricks on her. That her eyes and ears were deceiving her, and soon the man in front of her would transform back into whoever he really was. Her thin, dark ginger eyelashes batted over her eyes repeatedly in attempts to rid of the hallucination. Jon still stood in front of them. She let out a loud squeal before throwing her arms around the neck of the man. The chill and slight wetness of his fur coat stained her royal gown slightly, but she didn't care. Jon spun his sister around in a circle while laughing joyously. Ilizabeth and Rickon turned to each other in whispers of who the man might be.

"Jon, I can't believe it's really you." Sansa exclaimed excitedly.

The same look of shock grew on their faces as they connected the name and face.

"I know. You've really matured" Jon leaned back examining his sister. "You look good, little sister"

She hugged the man once more letting out joyous squeals that started to catch the attention of few. Jon looked around the Great Hall filled with people. He missed the celebrations in the Great Hall. The last time he stood in here was after they defeated the wights. Jon's gaze fell upon the large weirwood tree woven into the tapestry hung on the east wall. He hoped he could go out into the Godswood soon, the smell of bark reminded him of childhood.

The twins stood up, staring at their Uncle Jon in awe. Jon's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the children curiously. Their features were familiar, yet the last time he'd seen his sister, she was secretly fooling around with Brienne. His mind began to flood with endless possibilities.

"Jon, these are my children, Rickon and Ilizabeth. Children, this is your Uncle Jon Stark," Sansa introduced the two.

Jon grinned at the fact that his sister had children. He reached his hand out touching the red curls that resembled before pulling them both into a hug. The blond shaded hair that grew from the beautiful young girl's scalp left him even more puzzled. He pulled back now focusing on her, trying to understand how these children came out.

The Lord Commander returned, still heated and riled up from the argument she just had with Ser Elliam Dickon. Brienne cursed under her breath as she paid no mind to the black haired man that now stood with them.

"I've quite had it with that old bastard. Too drunk to take the bloody conversation seriously. If that fat fuck of a boy bothers you again I'll knock him and his father heads together " Brienne ranted now looking at Jon.

She froze, not exactly knowing how to react. Her children and wife chuckled at the bitter sounding words that flew out of Brienne's mouth. She wrapped her large muscular arms around the smaller man rejoicing in the sight of him.

"It's good to see you, Ser Brienne" Jon smiled and laughed at how quickly her mood changed.

His eyes couldn't help but fall back on the girl now fully piecing together why her looks were so familiar to him. He examined the crown on the blonde's head now questioning exactly how all of this came to be.

"How did- " Jon was immediately cut off by the Lord Commander.

"Let's speak somewhere a bit more private"

As the women exited the halls with Jon, Rickon rolled his eyes in clear annoyance of their secrecy. He wanted so desperately for the day to be over that he stormed out of the dining hall, freeing himself of his sister's grip harshly. Ilizabeth practically pulled her hair out. She hated how similar her mother and brother acted. She too was almost consumed by the wonders of her existence before one of the little lords of the north asked her to dance. The girl played in her hair, fixing it up nicely before rejoining the party, wearing a smile only a princess wore.