Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare? “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered. Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.

During the Greyjoy Rebellion, Sansa Stark is lost in the godswood. From the wild touch of grief, Jon Snow becomes a Stark. It is years later that Alyane Stone lives under the yoke of her father’s suffocating rules. It is only when her Father begins to look at her with lust, does she realizes she cannot bear it any longer, and flees for the one land he hates beyond others. Alyane goes North hair dark with pitch and fear in her heart. The Wilds beneath her feet rejoice. Alyane rides wild with a Mother Wolf and pups, and she runs free from all that had nearly destroyed her. Jon Stark falls in love with a girl in the forest, with black hair and bright blue eyes, the wild girl who runs with wolves and dons a cloak of feathers.