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Chapter 67

“He speaks”, exclaimed Jon as Rickon’s voice bounced off the walls of the corridor as the boy rushed past them.

Sansa nodded as she reached down to catch Lyra who was running after Rickon.

“Lyra”, she said, “when he is tired of this chasing game then let him be. Do you understand?”

Lyra nodded and then squealed when she saw Rickon start to double back. She struggled to escape from her mother’s grasp. Sansa sighed and released her wriggling daughter.

Jon slipped an arm around Sansa’s shoulders and leaned in.

“So…what happened?” he asked.

“We made peace”, she replied as they continued their journey down the corridor.

“I wasn’t aware you were at war”, said Jon as he pushed open the door to his solar.

His face fell when he saw the piles of paper that had accumulated on his desk. He turned to Sansa with a scowl.

“I thought that Sam would be looking after this while I was away”, he complained.

Sansa helped him off with his cloak and shook it out before laying it across the back of his chair. Then she pulled up another chair and sat down.

“Sam is currently wearing two hats until the new maester arrives”, she replied as Jon sat down with a huff. He crossed his arms and glared at the seemingly endless piles of documents to be addressed.

“He did what he could but…well, Rickon needs a lot of attention”, she explained as she laid a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “It’s just as we feared…he can neither read nor write. So he has a lot of catching up to do”.

Jon let out a sigh as he began to sift through the piles in a desultory manner. Sansa slipped an arm around his shoulders and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“I can give you a hand for a little while until I have to attend a couple of meetings”, she said. “If you can keep focused on the task at hand then there might be reward in the end”.

Jon rolled his eyes.

“That won’t be necessary, Sansa”, he replied. “I’m not a child who has to be bribed with sweets to do what is required of me. But I’ll have to admit that being a leader during wartime involves a lot less paperwork”.

Sansa laughed as she rested her head briefly on his shoulder before reaching out to grab a pile of documents.

“So how did the talks go? Did you make any progress?” asked Sansa as she passed him a petition for his perusal. He scanned it and frowned.

“They went well all considered”, he replied absently.

Sansa’s antennae went up.

“What happened?” she queried.

“What?” he replied as he raised his eyes from the paper.

When he saw the anxious look on her face he hastened to reassure her that nothing went awry. The talks went smoothly; many issues were resolved while others had to be tabled for the next round of negotiations.

However, he did have one piece of interesting news which had some impact on the meeting.

“Cersei Baratheon is dead”, he said flatly.

She glanced at him with a startled look on her face.

“When?” she asked.

“Roughly two moons ago”, he replied. “Tommen was there for the summit but he didn’t contribute much. He appeared to be still in mourning”.

News from Westeros no longer reached their ears as speedily now that they no longer belonged to the realm.

“How did she die?” she asked.

“She was found in her cell face down in a pool of her own puke”, he replied grimly. “Her skin was sallow and her eyes were yellow and bloodshot”.

Sansa winced at the thought of choking and drowning in your own vomitus.

“Had she been drinking?” she asked as she shuffled some documents together.

“Well…thereby hangs a mystery. She had been forbidden to have wine with her meals because of her tendency to drink excessively. But there was definitely wine in the contents of her stomach that she spewed. But there was no sign of it in her cell. So if she had been drinking, somebody took care to remove the evidence”, he replied.

“Will there be an investigation?” she asked.

Jon shook his head.

“A cursory investigation was conducted and the results were inconclusive. I don’t think she had many allies left and few were invested in finding out the truth. I expect only Tommen will keep the issue alive” he replied.

Sansa was secretly cheered by the notion that maybe somebody was bold enough to hasten Cersei’s demise, thus ridding the world of her poison.

They spent the better part of the next couple of hours going through each piece of paper, arguing over the merits of each request, discussing the legal ramifications and adding up sums before making a record in the ledger.

As Jon slammed the book shut and opened the drawer to lock it away, Sansa rose and pushed aside her chair as if to leave.

Jon grabbed her hand.

“What about my reward?” he asked softly.

Sansa was confused.

“You said it wasn’t necessary and now it’s almost time for me to attend to my appointments”, she replied as she loosened her hand from his grasp.

He turned away and began clearing the surface his desk.

“You’ll make time for this”, he responded mysteriously as he placed his books, quills and inkpot on the floor beneath.

Once the desk was bare he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her on to the desk. She sat with her legs dangling over the side, her arms planted by her sides for balance.

“Jon”, she protested as he began to lift up her skirts.

“Lean back a little”, he ordered as he reached up to tug on her small clothes.

She did as she was told and felt bare beneath the fabric of her skirts as he tossed her undergarments to the floor. Then he knelt down while she hiked her skirts up higher.

“Move a little closer to the edge”, he whispered.

She thrilled with anticipation as she squirmed forward. They had never indulged in such illicit activities outside of the privacy of their bedchambers before.

She felt a jolt with the first lick. Then she leaned back with a sigh of pleasure as his tongue lapped at her folds, revealing her most sensitive spots. She panted and mewled as she could feel the tension coiling in her belly, just waiting to be released, when she heard the discreet knock at the door.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, Your Grace”, said the master steward. “but they’re waiting for you in your solar”.

Jon froze while Sansa stifled a cry and cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible under the circumstances.

“Tell them that the king and I have some unfinished business to attend to and I will be there shortly”, she responded, sounding a bit shrilly. “Go ahead and offer them refreshments to keep them occupied”.

“Very well, Your Grace”, the steward replied, his voice sounding neutral.

Jon waited a few beats before resuming in earnest. Sansa spread her legs further apart and moaned in appreciation. Within a few minutes she had reached her peak and shuddered as Jon stroked her inner thigh, guiding her down with his sweet words.

“Jon…I want you inside me now”, she said urgently as she leaned forward to unlace his breeches. “If I keep them waiting much longer they’ll suspect that we are up to more than just rooting through endless paperwork”.

“Let them think what they want”, he said with a grunt as he thrust himself into her. “It’s good for the realm knowing that the king and queen still enjoy fucking each other”.

When they finished, Jon held Sansa steady as she hopped down from the desk. After straightening her clothes she stood before him with her arms akimbo.

“Do I look presentable?” she asked.

He pulled her to him and kissed the side of her neck.

“You look perfect”, he murmured. “But you smell like sex and dragon fire”.

She pulled away, drew herself up and adopted a haughty mien.

“That’s better”, he commented as she moved towards the door, chin held high. “There goes the ice dragon queen of my heart. They won’t dare get too close to you now”.

She waved him off with a laugh as she swept regally from the room.


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