Two days later

A/N: The next couple of chapters will be quite important to set the stage for the rest of the plotline. I hope you enjoy!

Sansa Stark was silent as the iron cage continued to elevate her to the top of the Wall, her expression deep in thought. It had been two days since she arrived at Castle Black and realized that her life would never be the same. Her caring brother becoming her god would do that to her prospects, she supposed. But unfathomably large as that revelation was, her thoughts kept straying to her first time with Jon.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory. She never expected that her most suppressed fantasy would ever come true. It was just so taboo and as lucky as Cersei and Jamie have been when it comes to avoiding total ruination as a consequence of their relationship, she knew they were worse off now than before the War of the Five Kings started. And even then, they had to keep their incestuous actions a secret for nearly 20 years.

"And they could be described as the fortunate ones," Sansa thought grimly.

And yet...as she thought of how safe and happy she felt when making love to Jon and how pleasantly alive he made her feel, she couldn't help but realize that now she understood the hated Queen Mother a little better. If nothing else, Cersei must have felt better in her twin's arms that in those of the whore-loving King Robert.

Sansa sighed, causing Brianne of Tarth to raise an eyebrow.

"Is something the matter, my Lady?" The blonde guard asked.

"Not really," The redhead said slowly. "I was just remembering something."

The Knight in all but name nodded, an empathetic look on her face. "I can imagine. Meeting Peter Baelish again after what he put you through by handing you to the Boltons must have brought up all sorts of unpleasantness."

Sansa paused, opting not to contradict her because she would have to come up with other excuses on the spot for obvious reasons.

"It did," She replied as she averted her gaze, not actually lying on that front. "But don't worry too much about that. I have a feeling we are about to receive good news."

Brianne looked up, the end almost within reach. "Is that why your brother asked us to meet him all the way at the top of the Wall? Seems a bit unnecessary."

Her liege shrugged. "Jon executed the traitors that conspired against him but he was still shaken by their betrayal. Maybe he wants to make sure we are alone first."

"Hmm,' Brianne hummed. "I guess that makes sense."

She said no more as they finally reached the top because the sight before them took both their breaths away. Vast, evergreen forests hundreds of miles across, snow as far as the eye could see and tall mountains in the far distance; made to look closer because they were so high themselves. The yellow rays of dusk were starting to fade away, but they contrasted quite well with the horizon.

Far and away, a memorable first impression.

"Enjoying the view?" Jon asked as he approached them from nearby.

Sansa smiled. "It's beautiful. Way colder than down there," She added as she straightened her scarf, "but certainly beautiful."

"True and true," Her brother replied with a chuckle. "But well, I couldn't let you leave Castle Black without getting to see this."

Then his expression turned serious and the redhead noticed he was looking at Brianne with just a tad bit of wariness in his eyes. Normally she would have vouched for her tall, female guard to stay but given the topics that she suspected their conversation will include, it probably wasn't a good idea.

"Lady Brianne," Sansa said softly, "Could you please excuse me and my brother for a few minutes?"

The female warrior frowned but nodded her compliance and walked away, her gaze focusing on the view while she kept her blade close. They waited until they were sure she was out of earshot and then locked eyes with each other. Sansa blushed; the memories of their shared passion flooding back in.

They hadn't really talked much about what happened between them since Ramsey's bloodthirsty letter reached them a few hours after they first had sex. Jon assured her he didn't regret it but he quickly got busy writing letters of his own and discussing strategy with Tormund, Ser Davos, and the Red priestess that brought him back. And that was without all his brooding. Between all this and her trip to Moletown to speak with Littlefinger, the redhead realized she had been away from him long enough to start craving his company.

And his naked flesh...

"Why did you call me here, Jon?" She asked, trying to keep the feelings of longing from her tone.

Jon was silent for a while, his expression pensive as he stared at her. Then he sighed and looked at the horizon.

"I have been doing a lot of thinking, Sansa," Jon began, "trying to figure out where I want to go from here after everything that has happened. And...trying to figure out what we are going to do with our relationship."

Sansa took a deep breath at that, feeling unexpectedly nervous. "Okay," She said simply. "Have you decided something?"

"A lot, actually," He replied. "But before I get to that, there is something you must know. I used my new powers to find out the location of our surviving siblings and to learn what they have been up to lately."

Her eyes widened. "Where are they?" She asked in urgency.

"Well, for starters, Ramsey wasn't lying," Jon said grimly. "He really does has Rickon on his dungeon and it was Lord Umber who handed him over."

Sansa's gaze hardened as she heard that one of their bannermen had betrayed them. "We will deal with them eventually," She said confidently. "What about the others?"

"Arya made it to the Free City of Braavos," Her brother responded.

Her eyes widened at that. "Wait, what? She crossed the Narrow Sea? What is she even doing there?"

Jon sighed. "It seems that at some point after escaping King's Landing, she ended up impressing a member of an order of magical assassins, known as the Faceless Men, enough to give her a coin that would grant her safe passage in any Braavosi vessel," He explained. "Eventually, she used it and took him up on his offer to train under him, hoping to get much stronger in the process."

Sansa bit her bottom lip, feeling concerned. "Why am I not surprised that training under an elite guild of assassins sounds like something that would interest her?"

"Because it isn't surprising," Her brother said flatly as they shared a knowing look.

She sighed but nodded. "And Bran?"

"Believe it or not, he is actually relatively close to Castle Black but he easily has the strangest story," Jon assured her.

Five minutes later, she couldn't help but agree with her sibling.

"So let me get this straight," Sansa muttered. "You became a god and Bran became a powerful sorcerer to the ancient enemies of the White Walkers?"

Jon nodded slowly. "Sort of. I have met other wargs before since their rare spark of magic seems to burn more frequently among people of unbroken First Men blood and most wildlings fit that description. It seems the Greenseers are a more powerful and far rarer form of warg, however, with additional powers to boot. The remaining Children of the Forest and the last trained Greenseer are helping him hone his abilities about 80 miles beyond the Wall in preparation for the invasion of the Army of the Dead."

The auburn-haired woman shivered at that, still having a hard time imagining such a horrific army, but never failing to understand it would be an awful sight.

"We have to get our family back together," She declared.

"Agreed," The young god said with a nod. "But that brings me back to my deep soulsearching. And you need to know what decisions I have made."

"Of course," Sansa responded with curiosity in her tone. "So, what have you decided?"