The Lone Wolf and the Last Dragon
'You betrayed me!' Jon seethed, his grip around her arms tightening. She barked a laugh only a she-wolf would dare before him.'Did I?' Sansa asked in mockery, ignoring the irongrip, she had felt worse. 'The difference between us isn't big, Aegon. It's simply that while I tamed my demons, yours tamed you and-' her words were cut off by his lips in a bruising kiss that stole their breaths away.The North and the Six Kingdoms struggle to cope with the consequences of the past. Two young Wolves try to rule over the ashes and ruins of what the kingdoms have become. Bran the Broken is dead, Sansa Stark reaches King's Landing for the passing of her brother and another Great Council assembled. Only for it to be destroyed by the arrival of the last Targaryen and his dragon, a man changed with his identity embraced.Aegon Targaryen returns and he's ready to claim what is rightfully his, taken and changed by Bran and Sansa Stark. The Queen in the North didn't bend in front of her abusers and captors, she didn't break for the Dragon Queen or the Dead. The Lone Wolf wouldn't bend before the last Dragon, no matter how fast her heart beaten every time he neared her, his presence so different, yet so familiar.