Running

Chapter Nine

Jon noticed something was up when they were at the table breaking thier fast the next morning. Jaime was given it in his room. He wasn't trusted enough to be in the main hall. But both Brienne and Sansa were unusually quiet.
"What's happened?" Jon asked. "I got reports that you went to see Lannister last night Sansa." Of course the guards would report back to Jon.
"I don't want to talk about it," Sansa muttered. Jon's face went grave.
"What? What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" Jon got up from the table in a rage. He stormed out the hall, Davos hot on his heels. Sansa stayed, open mouthed, shocked. She hadn't meant this to happen.
Jon pushed past the guards who had opened the door on his approach and into Jaime's room. Jaime was shocked at the anger on the boy's face before realising what it was about. Sansa. Jon took a fistful of Jaime's shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"Fuck, Snow. Get off me," Jaime wheezed. Jon's other hand was pushing against the Kingslayer's throat.
"Jon, let him go," Davos was pleading but the King in the North wasn't listening.
"What did you do to her?"
"Nothing. Get your hands off me." Jaime yanked himself out of Jon's grasp but was soon brought to the floor. Jon pinned Jaime down and punched him in the face. Jaime felt blood run from his nose. His head was spinning. It was all happening so fast. Jon punched him again before the guards intervened. Two of them dragged Jon off Jaime and held him back whilst another two brought Jaime to his feet. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, glaring at the King.
"You'll tell me what you did to her," Jon said struggling against the two guards. Jaime shrugged his guards off though they remained close, with thier hands on his shoulders. Jaime was still untrustworthy. But he also needed protecting in case Jon went for him again. He expected some kind of reaction, but not getting injured.
"Tell me Lannister. What did you do to her?"
"Nothing Snow. I've said already. Now give me something to get rid of the blood." One of the guards made to move but Jon stopped him.
"So help me Lannister, I will kill you. What happened in this room between you and Sansa?"
"Ask Brienne. She'll tell you." Jon sighed, knowing Jaime wouldn't talk and it was pointless and left the room, escorted by his guards. The door was locked behind them. Once Jaime was alone, he collapsed against the table and sighed. He got some of the water he was provided and cleaned off the blood. His nose was still throbbing though. Why did everyone come to the assumption that he had hurt Sansa? What if it was the other way around? They never believed him because he was Jaime Lannister - Kingslayer, oath breaker, man without honour. His side of the story was never heard. Ned Stark didn't listen to him and now Snow was going the same way. He prayed Brienne and Sansa would tell the truth. He didn't want his stay at Winterfell to be any worse than it already was.

Jon went back into the hall. Sansa and Brienne were still sitting at the table.
"Brienne!" Jon called. "A word please." Brienne followed Jon back out the hall. Once the doors were shut, Jon spoke.
"Lannister told me that you knew what happened. I'm asking because neither he nor Sansa are telling me anything."
Well done Jaime, Brienne thought bitterly. I don't know why I have to get involved.
"You were angry. What have you done to Jaime?"
"He may be bleeding. I may have punched him. But don't worry, he'll live. Now tell me, what happened in that room?"
"Sansa saw the two of us talking when he was first brought before you. She wanted to know my relationship with him."
I've been wanting to know the same, Jon thought.
"So I told her the story of our journey from Robb's camp to King's Landing. She wanted to go and speak to him so I let her. I waited outside whilst the two of them talked. She came out crying. A guard escorted her back and I went in to see him. I was pretty forceful with him. He told me..." She trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"Told you what?" Brienne squeezed her eyes shut.
"He said that she kissed him. Out of fear, out of nervousness or confusion, I don't know. She didn't mean it. Jaime assures you that it didn't go anywhere."
"He assures me, does he? He's more than twice her age! How did she start it? She would never do that."
"I don't know my King." Jon sighed and turned away.
"OK. Thanks." They went and sat back at the table.