Leaving Winterfell

You wake up in a haze of sexual satisfaction. Sansa is curled up next to you, her head on your chest, your arm around her. You watch her angelic face, peacefully sleeping with a hint of a smile on her lips. {if threesome_stark=1}Arya is nowhere to be seen. You realize it was somewhat risky to just fall asleep with her in the room, but it looks like she was too scared to do anything to you. {endif}You stroke Sansa's hair, and slowly she wakes up. After a few moments, she seems to remember where she is and what happened and she gives you a slightly apprehensive, insecure smile. You kiss her on the head. "Good morning, my sweet Sansa."

"Good morning", she whispers, blushing. It seems she's still not quite sure whether she should be mad at you for {if threesome_stark=1}**** her{else}tricking her into fucking you{endif}, ashamed of enjoying it so much or happy about the satisfying sex.

You enjoy the twosomeness for another hour, but finally **** yourself to get up and go back to your room. As you wash yourself and have breakfast, you consider your next steps. You've already wasted time and gone off course - your task was to sack Ironrath and then join your father in White Harbor as soon as possible. They might already have left for the Eyrie, and it's not like your men will really make a difference - his host is much bigger. Maybe you should secure the North, not only collecting more beauties, but also securing your own power base - you don't just want to be your father's servant forever.