Targaryen prince Jon promised to his Aunt if they win Westeros falls head over heels for the flame haired queen of the north who refuses to bend a knee.
Lady Sansa’s lords and ladies stood behind her, arrayed like an army, and Jon suspected that was no accident. His horse stamped in Winterfell’s courtyard, exhausted by the cold. His aunt had warned him of the snow and ice he’d encounter in this rebellious Northern kingdom.
Ice, but fire too, Jon thought, as Lady Sansa’s red hair shone like flame in the morning light. Her blue eyes burned into him. She had not said a word, since he called upon her and her people to submit to his aunt, the rightful ruler of the seven kingdoms. Called upon them to kneel.
Lady Sansa lifted her chin. “Your aunt, Daenerys Targaryen, brings us this demand?”
“She does, Lady Sansa. Submit, and be spared her wrath. Dragonfire is a painful punishment for treason.” Jon winced inwardly. Daenerys was his queen and future wife, but her high-handed rhetoric did not roll easily off his tongue.
Lady Sansa inclined her head, the barest nod, acknowledging his threat. Her red hair rippled in the breeze like a banner.
“Very well. Here is her answer. You may tell your queen the North will not submit.” Her voice rang out, clear as a bell, and Jon saw lords and ladies alike stand up straighter.
“Tell her the North remembers, and winter is here. She may fly her dragons to meet us where we stand. Fire has ever been her weapon, but ice will be her downfall.”
She stared Jon down.
“We will not kneel.”
The lords behind her drew their swords and took up the cry of “Winterfell” and “for the North!”
Sansa’s eyes locked on to his. She would be a better queen than my aunt could ever hope to be, he thought. Her people love her, follow her freely. She does not need thee dragons at her back to inspire loyalty and devotion.
Jon fought the sudden, wild impulse to dismount and lay his sword at her feet. He was dangerously close to losing his heart to this Northern woman who was a queen in all but name.
He nodded, and could not keep a smile from his lips. Lady Sansa did not return the smile, but her eyes softened, and Jon was lost for certain, hopelessly in love with his enemy, who dared to defy dragons and tyranny both.