#oc: calla lily stark

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Baby’s First Snow | A Jonsa Family Drabble

Word Count: 1023

Summary: The first snowfall of Winterfell was always a cause for celebration. And this year was even more special. It was Lily’s first.

At nine months old, Lily Stark was already well refined in the art of being utterly charming. Her dark curls was already long enough to frame her tiny, cherubic face. Most infants usually lost their newborn hair within the second month after their birth, but Lily’s hair had grown dark and thick. Her curls were so wild that Tormund claimed her as a wildling babe.

The first snowfall of Winterfell was always a cause for celebration. And this year was even more special. It was Lily’s first. Bundling her up in a small fur coat that nearly swallowed her whole, Sansa tamed her daughter’s wild curls and brought the hood over her head, grinning at how so adorable Lily looked. The light colored fur when her dark curls and pale cheeks more prominent. She looked like a tiny Direwolf pup, and the way she wriggled she had the same energy as one.

“All right, love. We’re almost done,” Sansa soothed her. She slipped Lily’s tiny feet into some matching booties before sweeping her up into her arms. She had neglected to inform Jon of her plans, mostly with the intent to see his reaction to the their daughter’s outfit, which she had made herself. Most, if not all, of Lily’s clothes Sansa had sewn herself. Even with her excitement leading to more days with her sewing, the news of Lily’s birth had inspired many of the women of Winterfell to pick up their sewing needles as well. Lily had more clothes than she could possibly wear, especially since she grew so quickly. The clothes she outgrew or didn’t wear were donated to a charity they had begun for families in need in the kingdom.

She had concealed this little project from Jon for the past several weeks, and now she eagerly awaited his reception.

Cuddling her close, Sansa left her chambers and headed down the corridor and out the nearest door that lead to the courtyard, where she knew not only Jon but Arya would be. She spotted the pair easily and headed towards them. Ghost, sensing someone new, looked up, and trotted towards them, his tail flicking lightly in the wind.

“Hello,” Sansa greeted the Direwolf and adjusted her hold on Lily so that she could scratch Ghost affectionately. She looked up and noticed Jon and Arya approaching her, Jon with a warm, affectionate expression on his face. Sansa was no longer in need of her cloak. She knew in her heart she would never tire of it, nor him.

Once close enough, Jon pressed a kiss to her cheek while Arya asked, peeking subtly into Sansa’s arms, “And where is my favorite niece?”

Sansa grinned. “Right here.” Loosening her hold, Lil turned away from her mother’s clothed breast, felt a cool blast of winter air, made an indignant noise before attempting to bury her face back into her mother’s warmth.

Arya chuckled. “The poor babe. It takes some getting used to.”

Murmuring her assurance to their daughter, Sansa observed as Jon leaned down to kiss his daughter’s cheek only to be met with a pile of fur when she turned her little face from the cold. He smiled affectionately. “She’s a daughter of spring, and it shows.”

At the sound of her father’s voice, Lily peeked upwards through the fur, her inquisitive eyes seeking him out. Sansa shook her head, feigning exasperation. “Of course, she hears her papa’s voice. Only then does she look.” She extended Lily towards her father, who happily received her and lifted her above his head, delighting in her happy cooing.

Jon took in her outfit and felt a swell of affection. “Sansa, was this what you kept hidden from me? Your artistry never fails to amaze me.”

Sansa grinned and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder, sharing in his joy. “I’m very pleased with how it turned out. I must admit, I drew inspiration from the cloak I made for  you. I wanted Lily to always have a part of her father near.”

Jon brought Lily close into his arms so that he could kiss her mother properly. “And I love you for it,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against Sansa. He then turned his attention back to Lily. “Now it’s time for her introduction.”

Carefully, he lowered himself to the ground, squatting carefully so that he could hold Lily up. She had gotten rather good at standing but always was in need of a supportive hand. Walking hadn’t come to her yet, but all in due time.

Slowly, Jon lowered Lily to the ground. When her tiny feet made contact, her blue eyes widened at the sudden crunch underneath her booted feet. She looked around cautiously, wondrously taking in the white powdered ice covering  the ground. Her gaze fell to the snow underneath her feet and slowly bent down to touch it with her tiny gloved hands.

Feeling the icy wetness through the gloves, Lily let out a startled, “Oooh!” but didn’t let it go. She flexed her tiny fingers, again and again, until the snow melted in her hand. Face lighting up at the prospect of a new toy, Lily wriggled a little out of her father’s grasp, momentarily surprising him.

The moment his grip loosened, Lily turned and attempted to walk, only to fall down on her little rear, falling into a pile of snow. Seeing the snow fly up around her distracted the child from her distress. The sound of her delighted giggles eased the anxiety from both her parents, who both had been ready to scoop her up and search for any sign of her being hurt.

“I take it back,” Jon said, looking up at his wife with a proud smile. “She is a child of the North.” He grabbed some snow and rolled enough into a small ball that would fit into her hand. He offered it to her, which she accepted with intense fascination.

“She’s a fearless little thing,” Sansa remarked, reaching down to adjust her daughter’s hood, which had fallen backwards. Sometimes that worried her. Who knew what trouble her daughter would find?

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Heart in Hand (A Jonsa Family Drabble)

Jon could never forget the words Benjen Stark had spoken to him, when he had first expressed his desire to take the black. 

“Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up.” His younger self insisted he didn’t care about that, but his uncle knew better. “You might, if you knew what it meant. If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son.”

It wasn’t until Jon married Sansa did he begin to learn. It wasn’t until his eyes first landed on their newborn daughter did he know.

(Gif not mine!)

Word count: 1338

Dedicated to @maddiethefashionista​ for all of the brainstorming ideas and for the name Calla Lily. I love it and you!

Fighting. That’s what his life had always been. Fighting and surviving. He hadn’t lied to Sansa when he’d told her he was sick of fighting. He’d been tired than, weary to the bone. He had just come back from the dead, after dying for a cause he’d sworn an oath to serve his brothers. In his mind, he had carried out his term, had served his duty, and had felt no guilt when passing on the cloak to Eddison. His watch had ended.

Jon could never quite forget the words Benjen Stark had said to him, when he had first expressed his desire to take the black. “Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up.” His younger self insisted he didn’t care about that, but his uncle knew better. “You might, if you knew what it meant. If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son.”

It wasn’t until Jon married Sansa did he begin to learn. It wasn’t until his eyes first landed on their newborn daughter did he know.

“She has your hair,” Sansa murmured, unable to look away from their young daughter, much like himself. Those dark wisps of chocolate grew darker by the hour, contrasting starkly against her porcelain skin. He yearned to reach out and touch her but did not want to disturb her as their daughter was curled up comfortably in her mother’s arms.

Her name was Calla Lily Stark, a child of the spring, though the North deeply ran through her veins. She was so incredibly tiny, a tiny bundle of pink perfection. He hardly knew what to do with himself, so overcome with emotion the moment he saw her. He felt Sansa’s warm, happy gaze on him, and her returned it before his gaze was drawn back to the little human in her arms, his expression wondrous.

Suddenly, Lily wrinkled her nose in her sleep and stirred. The new parents held their breath, waiting until the movement subsided. She turned her face against Sansa’s breast and released a small huffing exhale that filled Jon with overwhelming affectionate.

“She’s perfect,” he murmured hoarsely. “And she’s all ours.”

“I loved her before I even knew her,” Sansa admitted, gently stroking her hair. “Does that make any sense? How is that possible?”

“It does,” he said. Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself into the bed beside her. His arm wrapped around her shoulders gently. “Are you well?”

She nodded and gave him a tired smile. “Tired, and more than a bit sore, but I’ll be fine.” She turned her attention back to Lily as she continued to stroke her cheek. “She was worth it all.”

Sansa had given him quite a scare when she had first gone into labor. He hadn’t been with her when it happened, which still upset him several hours later. He had been overseeing the progress of the new schools being established in Winterfell when a young maiden, pale faced and breathless, had run to him to tell him the news. After everything he had faced in his life, including going up against the Night King, he couldn’t think of anything that came close to the fear he had felt, fear for his wife’s safety, for welfare of their child.

In the end, the midwife had taken care of both mother and child safely. He hadn’t left since.

“Do you want to hold her?” she asked him, knowing him all too well.

Jon hesitated. “I don’t want to wake her.” Then he smiled at the obvious reluctance on his wife’s face. “And it’s apparent you don’t want to give her up.”

Sansa smiled sheepishly. “You’re right. But she is your daughter, too. You should hold her, when she wakes.”

Lily’s little fists were curled against her lap, twitching ever so lightly. Jon wondered what she was dreaming of, what she was thinking of. Unable to help himself, he reached down and gently touched her hand with a finger, marveling at the contrast in size. The twitching stopped immediately, and briefly, Jon panicked, his gaze locking onto her face.

Lily’s eyelids fluttered open after a few slow, sleepy blinks. She looked at her mother then slowly towards him. Their gazes held. Suddenly her tiny fist opened and his finger was enveloping in her tiny hand. His heart squeezed the moment her fist squeezed his finger. And just like that she had him, right where she wanted him. She had his heart in her hand. There was no fighting it, a fight he had no intention of engaging.

Jon inhaled sharply, his throat tightening with emotion. Sansa pressed a hand to his cheek, her thumb caressing his face. It wasn’t until she touched him did he realize he’d begun to cry.

There was nothing in this world that could make Jon walk away from this, nothing short of the gods’ intervention themselves. He would die a thousand deaths to protect the woman that he loved and their daughter. As much as he loved Ned Stark as a father, he remembered all too distinctly what it was like to grow up on the outside and never quite fitting in. He’d felt the shame of being a bastard, remembered Catelyn’s scorn, the treatment he’d received, yet he still knew he’d had it better than most. Still, the hurt and pain that came from the label bastard still haunted him, even though he had never truly been one.

“You are our heart, littlest wolf,” he murmured, watching as Lily tugged his finger closer to her chest. “You are here, and you are loved. You’ll want for nothing. No harm will ever come to you. You have my word, as your father.”

And then Lily smiled, her expressive eyes crinkling in the corners. Gods, she was already a heart breaker and only hours old yet.

Sansa kissed his cheek, and when she withdrew, he saw she was crying as well, tears of joy and love. “You’ll be a wonderful father,” she assured him. “As you are already a wonderful husband. I couldn’t ask for a better life.”

Jon closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to the gods. He hoped he would be. And with Sansa at his side, he hoped they would raise a large family together.

Turning to Sansa, he murmured reverently, “You are a blessing, Sansa, and you have given me the most wonderful…” Swallowing, he pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Tilting her face, Sansa pressed her mouth to his, her lips softly gliding over his. It didn’t last long as a soft mewl from the bundle in her arms drew their attention.

Lily squeezed his finger again, looking up at him almost expectantly. Sansa laughed quietly, understanding her daughter’s intention. “All right, little one. You want to meet your father.” Shifting Lily’s weight carefully, she waited until Jon was ready and slowly passed her to him.

Jon’s arms were filled with a small weight of warmth. Lily refused to relinquish his finger and continued to reassert her claim to it, squeezing and releasing at random.

He lowered his face towards her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, holding her close. After a few moments of uninhibited wonder, he looked at Sansa. “You should get some rest. I’ve got her.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, even as she yawned. She was resting her head against Jon’s shoulder, watching him watch their daughter and back again.

“I’m sure,” he said and smiled. “I’ll take the first watch.”

Sansa kissed his shoulder and shifted on the bed, wincing a little at the moving of sore muscles. Sleep didn’t take long to claim her. With his wife sleeping soundly beside him, Jon held their baby girl in his arms. “I trust you’ll return my finger at some point,” he asked amusedly.

Lily gave no indication of a response, apart from giving his finger another squeeze.

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Memory Like a Ghost (A Jonsa Family Drabble)

Word Count: 1433

“Do you think it’s safe?” Sansa asked Jon, stroking their daughter’s hair.

“Ghost wouldn’t harm her,” he remarked carefully, looking between the direwolf and their child. “It’s time they met.”

Though still tiny, Calla Lily could fill a room. At nearly three months old, it was apparent to both Jon and Sansa that no one gave one lick about them, the king and queen of the North. Everyone was focused on their princess, something that bothered neither of them. After making an amendment to the proclamation regarding heirs to the throne, the firstborn child would be the first in line for the throne, whether male or female. It was good that their people knew Lily. One day she would be their queen.

Knowing how much their people loved Lily made it that much easier to find ways to spend time with their daughter rather than leave her in the care of the midwife whenever either Sansa, Jon, or both of their presences were required.

That morning, Jon was preparing to go check on the progress of the village schools when his gaze instinctively found Lily, lying in her bassinet. He walked over to gaze down at her tiny face and felt his heart swell with affection when her dark eyes found him. She instantly smiled. Smiling was something she was doing more and more, which pleased both of her parents greatly.

Actually, she was a miracle in more ways than one. They had very little trouble, if any, with her, which was apparently unheard of. When asked if she kept them up at all hours of the night with her cries, Sansa contradicted their inquiries, saying she usually slept throughout the night. Sometimes a rather brave, perhaps stupidly so, woman would assure her that meant her next child would be a little hellion to make up for it. Jon had to physically put himself between the daring woman and his wife before Sansa was tempted to send her to the stocks. Not that he could blame her, having half a mind to do it himself.

But yes they knew they were lucky with their firstborn. Still, it was still early yet. Who knew what kind of mischief Lily could still get up to? Jon nearly shuddered at the thought.

“How’s my favorite girl?” he asked, scooping her up into his arms. She gurgled happily, something else she had only recently been doing. Every new noise she made was absolutely precious. He encouraged them often and kissed her soft cheek. His beard tickled her skin prompted her to wrinkle her nose before giggling.

“I thought I was your favorite girl,” Sansa teased, having placed down her book the moment he had first set foot inside their chambers and was watching him holding their daughter with a soft expression.

He froze, thinking he was in trouble, but seeing her tender expression, he instantly relaxed. Grinning sheepishly, he said, “Lily’s my favorite girl, and you’re my favorite woman. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

Sansa smiled. “Oh, you are very good.” She rose from her seat and joined him at Lily’s side, ducking her head so that she could kiss their daughter’s cheek. Lily beamed under the attention.

“Do you have any plans for her today?” he asked suddenly, bouncing Lily slightly when she began to squirm.

Sansa’s expression turned thoughtful. “Not more so than the usual.” Then she looked at him curiously. “Why?”

“I was thinking I could take her off your hands for a while,” Jon said, tone suggesting a practiced casualness. “She could come with me to the village, to see the schools. I was thinking Lily could help with the measurements for the nursey. Give them an idea.”

Sansa’s eyebrows raised. “You do know that there are other children in the village. And they probably have used them for measurements. And even if they needed them, the men constructing the schools know what they’re doing.”

“I know,” Jon shrugged. “But I thought, why not bring her along anyway?”

She smiled knowingly. “You just want to spend more time with your daughter. To show her off.”

“I… is it that obvious?”

Sansa laughed at the return of his sheepish expression. “Yes, I’m afraid it is, but I love you for it all the same.” She touched his cheek with affection before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Maybe I’ll join you.”

Pleased by the prospect, Jon felt obligated to ask if she would be missing anything important if she left. She assured him she wouldn’t. In fact, most of her schedule had changed to focus on taking care of Lily, which wasn’t a terrible hardship.

“Besides, what if she gets hungry?” she asked. “How will you feed her?”

Sending word to the stables to ready their mounts, Sansa carefully secured Lily in a sling snug against her bosom. All the while, Lily was smiling brightly, as if she knew they were setting off for an adventure. For her little girl, Sansa suspected that it would be. She laughed at the joyous expression on their daughter’s face and was quick to share the moment with Jon, who shared in Sansa’s adoration of their firstborn.

They were just about to set out towards the stables when a scratching sound drew their attention towards the door. Jon went to investigate and found Ghost on the other side, his red eyes gazing up at him expectantly. “We weren’t going to forget you,” he assured him, giving him an affectionate scratch behind his ear, though it didn’t seem as if Ghost was paying him much attention. His large white head was peering around him to get a better look at Sansa, who unconsciously tightened her grip on the baby.

During the first several weeks since Lily’s birth, they had limited her outings to only a handful of people, and unfortunately, that had initially included Ghost. It wasn’t that either of them thought he would hurt Lily, but it was the uncertainty of new parenting that made them wary. But now that Ghost was in their chambers, it would only be right to introduce them. Carefully.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Sansa asked Jon, stroking their daughter’s hair.

“Ghost wouldn’t harm her,” he remarked carefully, looking between the direwolf and their child. “It’s time they met.”

Nodding in agreement, Sansa undid the sling just enough so that Lily could move around a bit more freely. The two month’s old dark eyes, solely for her mother, looked up at her in confusion. Had the adventure ended already?

But then Lily’s eyes wandered the room, looking at her father before landing on Ghost. Lily’s lips formed a tiny, startled “o” shape. Sansa instinctively held her closer. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here,” she murmured soothingly.

Only Lily wasn’t afraid. Only curious. She gazed at Ghost, and Ghost stared back, both assessing the other. The staring lasted far longer than either Jon or Sansa could stand but both waited patiently as the two continued to stare at each other.

And then Lily lifted her hand in a yearning stretch towards him, her fingers flexing. The king and queen both released breaths they hadn’t realized they had been holding. Sansa smiled and slowly lowered herself to the  ground, with Jon following suit, staying close to Ghost just in case.

Lily wriggled in Sansa’s arms so that she was sitting up in her mother’s lap, or rather propped up as she leaned against her mother’s abdomen. Her tiny hands continued to reach out for Ghost, who looked over at Jon. Jon gave a tiny nod but murmured, “Be careful. She’s tiny.”

Slowly, Ghost approached, one paw at a time. He was already large compared to the average adult, but with Lily, the contrast was startling. Still, Lily continued to stare at him, fascinated. Ghost took another step forward and reached out so that his nose pressed against her palm.

Lily let out a surprised noise at the cool, wet feel of his nose against her hand. She withdrew it immediately, but then looked at Ghost again before slowly reaching out again. She wrapped her fingers around his nose lightly, and Ghost, gods bless him, remained perfectly still. Her fingers explored as far as she could, touching the unfamiliar texture of his fur against her soft tiny fingers. When she couldn’t reach any further, Ghost took another step closer and gently licked her hand, making Lily squeal with delight.

Jon and Sansa shared a warm look as Ghost lowered himself to the ground in front of Sansa, resting his muzzle against her knee so that Lily continued to pet him. His tail occasionally wagged languidly.

“I suppose Ghost will be coming with us,” Jon observed, proudly observing his direwolf with their child. “There’s no separating them now.”

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What is Lily's favourite activity? Does Erik love to draw? How close are Lily and her oldest brother? Does Lily take after her Sansa or Jon more in terms of personality?

Oh man! I’m so far behind in my inbox! I didn’t see this until now! I’m sorry!

Hmm. I think Lily’s favorite activity would be drawing. For some reason. She strikes me as an artist, which makes sense, with Sansa having grown up learning it and Jon being excellent with crafting little figures for Lily. And it’s definitely something she and Erik would bond over. Maybe he teaches her some stuff 👀

Lily and her oldest sibling are super close! Jon and Sansa were initially nervous that she would be jealous about a new sibling to share her parents’ attention, but when their new child starts crying, young Lily is the one to comfort him.

I think Lily is a perfect combination of her parents tbh. The sass, the broodiness, the temper. Oh boy.

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fire & ice | a jonsa daughter fic plot bunny “Sometimes I worry,” Sansa confessed softly. Kneeling beside his wife, Jon asked, “What worries you?” Exhaling shakily, she looked down at her hands. She wasn’t proud of what she was going to say next, and she hoped that, given their time together, he would understand what she meant. “I worry about our daughter.” She met Jon’s gaze. “I worry that the Targaryen blood in her might be too great.” Jon swallowed, his expression grave. “I saw him, a few mornings ago.” “Who?” “Drogon.” The last of the dragons. Not a soul had seen him since the sacking of King’s Landing. Until today… Or at least not until the birth of their daughter, only Jon hadn’t been certain. But seeing him that morning, he was confident that he had. The color drained from Sansa’s face, and Jon’s hands covered hers. “What are we going to do?” Jon hated himself for it, but he murmured, “I don’t know.” fic pending????

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don't stop me now-queen

QUEENNNNN. I love.

Stephanie Howard (MCU OC)

This song definitely gives me Steph vibes. She’s still a work in progress, but when I saw this, I immediately thought of her first.

Also Abigail Williams (Turn OC)

I think the title alone describes her entire arc 🤣

Calla Lily Stark (Game of Thrones OC) and Cassia Mors (The Mandalorian OC)

Another work in progress but yes this would definitely apply as well!

Reagan Cooper (MCU OC)

Another wip but I love her lots!

Send me a song, and I’ll match with an OC!

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🖊

Well, this is one a new bb, but I love her. Her name is Calla Lily Stark (thanks to the lovely @maddiethefashionista for the name!) She is Jon and Sansa’s first born and first in line for the Northern throne. She has her father’s looks and Sansa’s charm and certainly both of her parents’ wit. The Northern blood is strong in her, but also that Targaryen blood, something that her parents worry about. When she’s older, she develops a fondness for archery and crossbows, and she thrives under her Aunt Arya’s instruction. But just because she does buck against gender roles, she doesn’t despise her feminity. She understands her duties as she’s being groomed to become the queen and wishes to please her mother and so right by the kingdom. She gets along well enough the nobility, but she’s more comfortable around common folk and the servants. She doesn’t have to put on an act around them, and her parents raised her to believe that everyone deserves to be treated kindly, no matter their station in life. That includes the wildlings, though that’s a bit more controversial a topic among the Northerners, though a lot less so since Sansa’s reign. She’s the embodiment of fire and ice, in more ways than one. And gosh darn it I love herrrr.

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything! Alternatively, send in just a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random!

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How do I need to be loved?

I’ve been tagged by the lovely @a-song-of-quill-and-feather to do this quiz with my OCs. I think I’m gonna stick with three as well, following their lead.

Abigail Williams (Turn OC)

Recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can

You've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. But you don't want to love carefully. You want to love with reckless abandon. You want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. You don't want them to worry about tomorrow. Make today worth living for.

Calla Lily Stark (GOT OC)

Casually, the same way you love to breathe

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

Darrick Merlyn (GOT OC)

Recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can

You've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. But you don't want to love carefully. You want to love with reckless abandon. You want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. You don't want them to worry about tomorrow. Make today worth living for.

That’s so interesting Abigail and Darrick got the same result when their answers weren’t all that similar!

Tagged: @ocfairygodmother @tallmadgeandtea @anotherunreadblog @anyone who wants to do this! This is fun!

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Memory Like a Ghost (A Jonsa Family Drabble)

Word Count: 1433

“Do you think it’s safe?” Sansa asked Jon, stroking their daughter’s hair.

“Ghost wouldn’t harm her,” he remarked carefully, looking between the direwolf and their child. “It’s time they met.”

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