Jon's looked at the doctor quickly stitching him up. The job was sloppy, he could tell the internet wasn't to save his life, but prolong it just a little while longer. Aegon was standing nearby, his battle armor still on. Blood was still smeared in his hair, his white hair, dipped in blood.

"Joffrey is dead." Aegon was washing his hands. The water turned pink.

"Good." Aegon glared at Jon, who merely sat staring at his defeat in his mind. His men slaughtered. The only one left alive was Edd. He was to be made an example of alongside his commander.

"That's not good, Jon. Not good at all, without his support I can't bring together Westeros without more fighting. I wanted a diplomatic reason out of this, but with Sansa Stark refusing that, I am forced to use force."

"She will never bow to you."

"She might if you do." Jon glared at him. He feel his pulse quickening again, but knew he had no chance.

"She won't."

"If she doesn't she will die." Aegon motioned for a page to drop a blank raven letter and a quill in front of him at a desk. "Tell her you pledge your services to King Aegon, the King of the seven kingdoms, abandoning the North and returning home."

"She won't believe it."

"She will if you write it." Jon glared at him, his hand shaking. "If you don't, she doesn't bend to my will, I will make sure the first thing I do is to slaughter the child growing inside her right in front of her eyes, before killing the rest of her family." He bent down pushing a hand into Jon's bandages. "What I will do to you will be considered child's play compared to what I will do in the north...brother" Aegon stood up, smiling a disturbing smile, before leaving the tent. Jon turned towards the blank piece, the words coming out of him. Knowing he had to protect her, even if it meant never being with her again.

His tears fell as he placed his seal on the letter. His hand shook, as he felt the first wave of nausea hit him. He knew he would never see his child born. The last thing he could do was try and save her.

Sansa's hands shook, his words jumping off the letter. She couldn't believe it, no it wasn't true. He wouldn't, Jon would rather die than betray her. That was what he always said. He wasn't a liar, not like his trueborn father. He was truthful, like her own father. She quickly wrote down a reply. Her hand writing shaking, her anger falling out.

"Arya!" She yelled, quickly running out of her room. "Someone bring me a raven!" She yelled. Bran had to leave for the wall last night. She couldn't get straight answers until at least another three moons, and by that time, it would be too late.

"Is anyone there!" She yelled again. Arya quickly appeared with Gendry.

"I'm here, don't make yourself sick. The baby won't like it."

"He's not going to like what I'm doing." She handed the rolled up letter to Gendry. "Send this to Jon at the battle grounds immediately." Gendry nodded before taking off.

"What's going on?"

"Jon is giving up his support for the North." Arya looked at her stunned.

"That's not possible. The North is is home." Arya argued. "We are his home." She handed him the note. "It was written in forced."

"Forced or not, I sent a letter to Aegon, announcing the death of Queen Sansa Stark and her child in an untimely demise in an early childbirth." Arya looked shocked at her sister.

"Why?" Arya can't remember the last time she saw her sister this upset.

"Aegon wants the North, let him come and take it from my dead hands."