“Robb, what's he like?” Sansa asked looking up at her brother. She was tying his tie for him as he struggled to get the knot perfect.
“Who is the ‘he’ you speak of sister?” He asked mockingly, trying to avoid the topic. Sansa tightened the knot until he gasped from the lack of oxygen.
“Jon Targaryen. Is he unkind to women?” Sansa spoke with a bid of annoyance and sudden sadness.
“Not sure.” He said, losing the hold on his throat. Sansa turned to look at herself in the mirror. The black number dress was done well, and she wore red jewelry as was the usual meaning behind the engagement meetings. Robb walked up behind Sansa and wrapped his arms around his sister.
“I remember when we welcomed Jeyne into the house. She wearing our Stark colors proudly.”
“Targaryen colors make me look like death.” Tears shown in her eyes.
“Targaryen colors make you look like a flame. Beautiful to look at, but deadly to touch.”
"Robb father said I would marry for love not for gain." Robb tightened his hold on his sister. Wishing that everything could be better for her.
“Its not gain.”
“You mean its not gain for me. Its gain for the family.”
“For protection San.” Robb stated turning her around to face him. “Jon is the best sharpshooter our training ever produced.”
“Robb.” Sansa cried breaking contact. “You don’t understand.” Robb looked at his sister in a huff.
“You're right, I don’t understand. You are about to enter into the most famous and well sought after families in all of Westeros city. By tomorrow you will be living in apartment away from home and away from the death that this place brings.” Robb said sternly. “Lest we not forget where Jeyne was murdered.”
“I thought sons had to live in their family homes?” Sansa asked looking at him.
“Jon’s aunt gave him the Drogon apartments before she moved out east to Essos City. He owns the biggest building in the Reach district.” There was a soft knock on the door as Arya stood holding Rickon’s hand. Bran was rolled up next to them as the siblings all looked at one another.
“Rickon wants the honor of escorting you to the engagement party.” Arya said sadly. Her eyes were trying to hide her emotions. Sansa walked over and hugged her sister.
“I’m going to make sure, that everyone else in this family will marry for love and not for alternative motive.” Sansa spoke quietly. Robb looked down at his feet. Marrying Jeyne had been about courting her family and the waterways they controlled in between the Iron Island District and The North district. But over the process of getting her to agree to the deal the two fell in love.
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To Love A Gun
FanfictionSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
