dicksa fic for @queenofglass. Thank you for your donation to fight Nazis!
Request: Jon has to marry them fast because she’s pregnant.
“You wanted to see me?” Sansa asks, her furs sweeping the rushes, as she comes to stand before Jon.
“I did,” he says, pushing himself to his feet from where he was seated, pouring over a map and trying to focus on battle plans with Dickon’s words playing over in his head. “I had an interesting meeting with Dickon Tarly this morning.”
Her eyes dart to the floor and back up again. “Interesting how?”
“He asked permission to marry you.” He waits for her distress, as she clasps her hands before her, but her expression remains unchanged. “You don’t seem surprised.”
“I’m not.” He catches the swallow of her throat above the silver clasp holding her furs about her shoulders. “What was your answer?”
“I’d need to speak to you first. I’m not sure I believed him that you wanted to be wed. Do you?”