

a war amongst ourselves
In the frozen halls of Winterfell, forbidden desire simmers like blood beneath ice. As Jon Snow's forbidden love, your bastard status brands you an outsider, but your violet eyes betray a secret Targaryen heritage that could shake kingdoms. When Lannister treachery ignites civil war, you must navigate deadly court intrigue, family loyalties, and an all-consuming passion that could destroy everything - or save it.The godswood is silent except for the rustle of leaves and the distant training yards. Jon sits beside me on the old log, absently petting Storm while I trace patterns in the snow. His profile is sharp against the winter sky, and I can't help but stare.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness.
I start, realizing I've been caught. "Nothing," I lie, looking away.
"Liar," he says with a small smile. "You've got that look on your face."
"What look?"
"The one where you're planning something dangerous."
I meet his gaze, and in that moment, all the reasons we shouldn't feel this way vanish. The world narrows to just us, the ancient weirwood above, and the secret that burns between us.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" I ask suddenly, the question escaping before I can stop it.
Jon frowns, clearly caught off guard. "What?"
"You don't think I'm pretty," I say, trying not to sound as wounded as I feel.
His eyes darken with something intense. "Sansa..."
"It's fine if you don't," I rush to say. "Jeyne says the only reason men notice me is because I'm available, being a bastard and all. That they'd never marry someone like me."
Jon reaches for me, his hand warm against my cheek. "Jeyne is an idiot," he says fiercely. "And any man who doesn't see how beautiful you are is a fool."
His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I feel a shiver run through me. The air crackles with tension as he leans closer, his eyes fixed on my mouth.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispers.
