Jon & Sansa

Act II

Jon stood over the water basin, washing his hands of blood. He could feel his hair still not as clean as he wished it to be.

"Jon have you been listening?" Jon grabbed a cloth, quickly whipping his hands dry once more.

"Mostly." He smirked at his brother. Aegon shook his head, beckoning him to the table.

"We were speaking on the matter of your Uncle. He is still walled up in the hideous castle of his."

"Hey, that is to be my castle, once his over." Aegon defended his future estate.

"The Red Keep isn't much to look at, but the views of the ocean are wondrous." Jon pointed out.

"Women folly." Joffrey scoffed under his voice.

"There wasn't much Women folly on the field today. Didn't see you anywhere close to it." Jon sat down in his chair, glaring at the boy.

"My strategy won us the battle."

"My men, won us the battle." Jon grabbed his cup, taking a sip from it.

"Don't you mean the Queen in the North's men?"

"Her majesty, Queen Sansa didn't grace me with any of her troops. This was a southern's war. A southern's war it will remain."

"The wildings than? Are they not of North lands?"

"The men that followed, became apart of my army. They are looking for lands to settle down south. Easy to farm. The Riverlands is all I asked for from my uncle, and from you. For the refugees of the great winter war we had fought."

"I consent of course. People need a place." Aegon agreed.

"But their savages." Joffrey scuffed.

"You are savage to them." Jon retorted back. Joffrey slammed his cup down, his eyes growing bright.

"I think you are untrustworthy. There's nothing that is binding you to this war, no agreement that is in place to earn my trust. The Riverlands share a border with the kingdom of the rock. What makes me think that after this war is done, you wouldn't push onto my lands?"

"Don't you mean your Grandfather's?" Jon quipped.

"Jon." Aegon spoke up. "Joffrey, its a simple fix. Jon recently lost his betrothed. Your sister, Myrcella, is without a husband or a betrothed." Jon glared at his brother.

"You speak to freely Aegon."

"Would a marriage match put your mind at ease?"

"Aegon-"

"It would." Joffrey stood up after a few moments of silence. "I will leave you to think about it. I expect an answer in the morning." Joffrey sauntered out of the tent, a winning smirk on his lips.

Jon slammed his fist on the table. His eyes glaring at his brother.

"No."

"Jon, please! Think about it."

"I will not be marrying his inbred sister."

"You don't know that to be true!"

"Fine you marry her!" Jon, knew he was being harsh to a girl who didn't deserve it, but being sold off another time was not something he would agree to.

"I can't. I'm already engaged to Margaery Tyrell. Besides Joffrey isn't convinced of your allegiance, not mine. It wouldn't mean anything to him."