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Returning to the subject of the Tower of Joy, his father never spoke of that encounter, or any other he had in the war.
Whenever he's asked how he killed the greatest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms, Lord Stark avoids answering.
He always looks uncomfortable and seems ashamed to talk about it.
It's the same reaction he has when Jon asks him about his mother.
Lord Stark starts to get nervous and says it's not the time.
His father is ashamed to talk about his mother, just as he's ashamed to talk about the war.
But why? A part of Jon knows that Ashara Dayne isn't his mother, just as he's certain that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
As a child, he dreamed that he was in the arms of a beautiful woman and she was singing to him.
He could feel his mother's gentle hands on his face and he was crying.
The woman was talking to someone, but Jon could never hear what the two people were saying.
He always woke up before he could understand what she was saying.
Similarly, whenever he felt that he was half Dayne, he didn't feel it in him.
So he set off for the godswood.
He wanted some peace and quiet for a long time; after all, he would take Lady Stark again that night.
Jon always marveled at the feeling of change that came when you entered the woods; the enormous trees silenced the noise from outside.
After walking for a while, he finally reached the heart tree.
He was surprised to see Sansa sitting by the pond; his sister was sitting on a blanket at the edge of the pond with her feet submerged in the water; it was a beautiful sight.
"I didn't expect to find anyone here," Jon said, making Sansa jump at the sound of another person.
"Jon, for the seven, you scared me!" Sansa exclaimed as she put her hand to her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
Jon simply gave a small laugh that made Sansa blush, "Tell me Sans what are you doing here?" Jon asked as he approached her.
"I wanted to take a break, hardly anyone comes here, I was tired of playing the harp, my fingers hurt," Sansa replied while massaging her fingers.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but I know you'll soon be the best at playing the harp," Jon assured Sansa, earning a beautiful blush from her.
"Thank you, Jon. Although I think Jeyne could be better," Sansa replied, still blushing.
"Don't say that, Sans.
No one can be better than my little sister Sansa, the perfect Lady, the most beautiful," Jon said hoarsely as he approached and sat down on the blanket with Sansa.
"Do you really, really think I can be the best?" Sansa asked, looking at him with those blue eyes.
"Aye, I still remember when you gave me your first embroidery, a handkerchief with the Stark house sigil, it's one of my most prized possessions," Jon confessed, and that made Sansa turn even redder, like the leaves of the heart tree.
"You still have the handkerchief I gave you, it was horrible," Sansa squealed, looking towards the pond so he couldn't see her red face.
"It was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen, and I think you've become quite the expert at knitting now," Jon said.
"I can make you another one soon, if you like," Sansa murmured softly.
"I would love that, Sans, but come, let me help you with your sore hands," Jon declared as he took both of Sansa's hands and began to massage them.
Sansa squealed at the feeling of his hands, and Jon had never seen a woman so red.
"Your hands are cold, Sans," Jon said as he rubbed his thumb across Sansa's palm.
Her hands were delicate and soft against his, which were rough and calloused after years of wielding the sword.
"And yours are warm," Sansa said, looking at her hands.
A few minutes passed without a word being spoken.
Jon stared at Sansa's face, but she kept looking away, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
"So, Sansa, are you and Jeyne still practicing your kissing?" Jon asked casually.
"JON!" Sansa exclaimed, red with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Sansa, I didn't mean to be so direct," Jon apologized as he took her left hand and began to massage it.
"Don't apologize, it's just that someone might hear you," Sansa said in a low voice.
"Sansa, no one can hear you, besides, no one comes here, except Arya maybe, but even she is afraid to come here," Jon replied.
"The truth is no, Jeyne and I tried to do it two days later when we had free time, but it wasn't the same, besides Jeyne is determined to only kiss you," Sansa confessed with a blush on her cheeks.
Jon snorted; he knew Jeyne would only want to kiss him.
It would have been more fun seeing Sansa and Jeyne kissing.
In his mind, he also imagined Catelyn and Sansa kissing—that would be magnificent.
"And the truth is, I prefer kissing you too," Sansa murmured, this time looking into his eyes. The blue met the gray of his eyes.
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