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“Who brings this woman?” Lord Usher asked.
“I do, Bran Stark of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North” Bran said from his seat beside the weirwood tree in the godswood.
“And who takes this woman as his?” Lord Usher asked.
“I Jon Targaryen, of House Targaryen, King of the North, take this woman,” Jon said clearly.
A loud banging could be heard at the gate to Winterfell and all the participants jumped.
“Do you accept this man?” Lord Usher asked quickly.
Sansa looked at Jon, her eyes saucers.
The banging at the gate got louder.
“Sansa,” Jon coaxed.
“I do,” Sansa said. “I Sansa Stark, of House Stark, take Jon Targaryen a husband. ”
Jon quickly threw his cloak over her and fastened it at her neck. The cloak she had hastily stitched the Targaryen emblem to earlier that day.
He kissed her quickly on the lips.
A cheer could be heard outside the gates and a smash.
“It is done,” Lord Usher said.
“Sign that document, all of you!” Jon ordered as Lady Mormont placed a scroll on a log and took up a quill to sign. Others gathered around to do the same.
Jon grabbed Sansa by the hand and ran with her through the godswood. He gripped her hand fiercely as they mounted the steps. More smashing could be heard. More cheers and shouts.
He ran down the closest hallway and into a room where several women and one man were already waiting for them.
“Jon,” Sansa huffed as they heard a familiar voice calling his name. A voice they hoped would not be in the courtyard so soon.
Jon pushed her back into the bed and threw her dress up to her hips, releasing her small clothes and dropping his own breaches frantically.
Another call of his name. Followed by hers. Horses.
“I’m sorry for this,” Jon said before he plunged his cock into her dry opening and heaved into her again and again until he spilled inside if her with a groan. Even his seed seemed angry and rushed.
They heard boots in the corridor coming toward them. Jon pulled out of her and looked to the witnesses who all nodded that the consummation had been complete.
He reached for his sword and kicked his pants, that were still about his ankles, away. Jon took a defensive stance with sword at the ready before Sansa. He was only in his tunic but ready to fight.
The door flung open and Sansa pushed her skirts down over herself, suddenly aware of how exposed she was.
Petyr Baelish walked in with two soldiers and took the scene in before him.
“I have married and claimed this woman as mine. She’s is under the protection of House Targaryen, Winterfell and the King of the North,” Jon said as he watched more of his men, Wildlings, pile into the room after Petyr Baelish.
“Your aunt has given her to me,” Petyr said as he held up a scroll.
“Sansa wasn’t hers to give,” Jon said, never relaxing his stance.
“And consummation?” Petyr asked the witnesses.
They all nodded and he sighed.
“I didn’t think you had it in you to take your sister, honor being such a Stark trait,” Petyr said snidely.
“She’s not my sister,” Jon said through gritted teeth. “And I’d do anything to protect her from a twisted old man such as yourself.”
“And so you married her and fucked her to keep her from my grasp,” Petyr surmised with an evil grin. “There’s more Targaryen in you then I thought.”
“Get out of this castle, in the name of House Targaryen, I order you,” Jon said with force.
“With all your forces scattered after battle, I could easily slaughter every….”
“You could, but then my Aunt would seek vengeance as I am the only Targaryen who can produce an heir,” Jon said clearly. “She may not have thought anything of giving Sansa to you, but I assure you her feelings will not be so kind when you’ve killed her heir and his new bride. ”
Petyr sighed and looked beyond Jon toward Sansa.
“I would have treated you like my Queen,” Petyr said to Sansa. “Not fucked you like a whore.”
Petyr looked at Jon, his implication clear.
“Get out!” Jon commanded.
Petyr bowed to the pair of them and walked out the door.
“Make sure they all leave,” Jon ordered Tormond.
Tormond nodded and followed Lord Baelish.
Jon lowered his sword and waited for everyone to leave the room before he turned to face his bride, his cousin, his sister, his wife.
“It is done,” Jon said as he looked at her.
“That it is,” Sansa said as she eyed him strangely. “But what do we do, now?”