The ring glistened on her left hand as she sat on the balcony over looking the city. Margaery was sitting next to her, both drinking coffee.
“Rhaenys did a good job of picking the ring out.” She said, showing her own ring. “She picked mine as well.” Sansa took a sip of her coffee and looked down at the ring. It felt like a chain that she couldn’t get off, not because of the jewel itself, or the wedding. No it was how Jon just thrust it into her hand like a piece of garbage. Not turning to the other women, she spoke softly.
“Sorry dear, I can’t hear you, speak up.” Margaery said with a smile.
“How did Aegon give you your ring?” Sansa knew Margaery was in her shoes almost two years ago, when she was made into a match with Aegon Targaryen.
“Well, by the time he gave it to me, we were already sleeping together. So he had slipped it on my finger in the middle of the night, and waited till I woke up. Kissed my hand good morning, and made me breakfast. Sweetest thing I have ever seen.” She watched as Margaery smiled at the memory, looking at her ring with a longing gaze. “What did Jon do?”
“We got into a fight.”
“Already?”
“Not really a fight. I wanted to discuss wedding details with him, get his thoughts on what to choose, I even cooked him his favorite dinner. But then he just-” Sansa remembered the eyes. The look he gave her even shot tingles down her spine now. In fear and a slight heat that she wasn’t quite ready to admit yet. “Anyway, I stalked off, and left him there. He ran after, and shoved the box in like he was handing me something to pitch.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way. Jon is a complex guy San. Hes been in the business to long.” Margaery spoke, twisting to take Sansa hand in hers.
“Have your tired talking to him. About how you want to make it a happy marriage?”
“I want to, but I feel like hes holding something back from me. Something he doesn’t want me to know about him.” She said, looking at her friend.
“Try talking, it can do wonders.” She sang as they both turned their attention to the traffic down below. Lost in their thoughts.
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The man was sitting on the chair. His eyes darting around, looking at several men surrounding him.
“I don’t know anything I swear!” He yelled. All the men, just stared at him with pure hatred. This was his fifth offensive against the Targaryen group. Aegon was even sitting there, looking at the pimp. Hustling under age prostitutes into their treartority was punishable by death. But first they needed to know who he was getting the girls from.
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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...
