Footsteps echoed on the hard stone floors signaling someone's approach. Jon reluctantly tore himself away from Sansa. He would not let her reputation be harmed. She sighed disappointedly as he pulled away causing him to feel arrogant. She did not want this moment to end anymore than he did. They hurriedly straightened their clothing before the intruder could turn the corner. A moment later Aegon Targaryen appeared before the couple.
"Lady Sansa" he exclaimed, "I was disappointed to find that you had left the hall before I could ask for the honor of another dance."
"I am so sorry your Highness." Sansa replied demurely as she motioned toward Jon, "I needed to confer with your brother on a small matter."
"Is it something that I might be able to assist you with, My Lady?" Aegon asked, in what he must assume is a gallant fashion. "There is nothing I would not do to for you, Lady Sansa."
Sansa started to reply when Jon interrupted. "As the lady said it is a small matter brother." Turning to Sansa, "I will attend to the matter soon, My Lady. For now may we return to the dance?" He asked as he offered her his arm.
Sansa took his arm and tried to suppress a smile. "Of course, My Lord. But this is a matter that shall require prompt attention."
They started to walk back to festivities almost forgetting that Aegon was there. He cleared his throat lightly as they passed by him. Jon and Sansa paused and looked toward him. Aegon gave a charming smile, "My Lady, the small matter of another dance?" He offered his arm intent on being the one to lead her back into the hall.
Sansa looked back toward Jon longingly pulling her arm regretfully from Jon's. She put on a smile that never reached her eyes as she joined Aegon. "Of course Your Highness."
Aegon looked back at Jon a little smugly as he put his hand on the small of her back and led her back to the great hall. Jon wanted nothing more but to run after them and rip his brother's hand off but he needed a moment to think. Everything had happened so fast. Since being reunited with Sansa and his former siblings things had felt different had been off. She was no longer the arrogant young woman obsessed with knights and songs. She had grown into a strong, beautiful woman capable of rebuilding Winterfell and the North. Rickon might be the Lord of this castle in name, but it was Sansa that had made this place a home once more. That brief moment when he held her in his arms everything seemed to click into place. That was where she belonged.
He quickly made his way to the Great Hall watching the grand Lords and Ladies of the North dance in sweeping circles. He spotted Sansa and his brother easily their hair shining in the torchlight.
He could see now what he hadn't seen before. While a pleasant smile remained on Sansa's face it did not reach her eyes and it was not a true smile. He had seen that only moments before after he had kissed her in the hall. Yet still he could not stop the jealousy that he felt as he watched his brother move her around the dance floor his hand lower than propriety allowed. He tried to focus solely on Sansa and the way she could glide effortlessly across the floor. He reminded himself that in just a fortnight his brother would return to King's Landing and Winterfell would be free of the danger Aegon's lusts brought. Unable to take it a moment longer Jon turned away from the dance floor and stared into the night pondering what his next move with Sansa should be.