A/N: Apologies in advance for this chapter, I know some of you will hate it. Can I just say, I'm not doing it for the sake of it I have a bigger plan which I will explain more about at the end!

Thoughts would still be very much appreciated.

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Broken Vows, Broken Hearts

Sansa was acting oddly, the Smalljon could not get his head around it, he had no clue what was wrong with her and every time he asked she would insist she was fine. He had wondered if she was perhaps with child, he knew women's behaviour sometimes changed when they were pregnant, he was sure she would have told him though. She had become almost indifferent to him, he had stopped bedding her as she had stopped wanting him and he hated taking her when she just lay there impassively. He couldn't understand it, was it him? Had he done something to make her stop loving him?

"Have you been to see the seamstress, about a dress for the blessing?" the Smalljon tried.

"I hadn't thought about it," she said, her tone indifferent.

"See her, choose whatever you want," he implored her, perhaps she just needed spoiling a bit.

"If you like," she said and he sighed.

"If you tell me the colour I can get you some jewellery made to match," he said then.

"Don't go to any trouble," she said, rising up to her feet.

"It's no trouble. Where are you going?" he asked.

"I thought you wanted me to see the seamstress?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes," he nodded heavily.

She kissed him on the cheek then and swept from the room. It was barely a kiss, her lips had barely grazed his skin, it was a formality that was all; there was no affection in it. He felt bitter. Why couldn't she just tell him what was wrong? If she told him he could fix it. He kicked out at a chair then. Damn her. Why did she have to be the perfect Lady? If she just let her real feelings out they could sort whatever this was out.

"Elissa!" Catelyn breathed, "You look stunning!"

Elissa turned at her words and looked into the long mirror the seamstress had hanging down from one wall in her workroom. She stared at her reflection, her lips curving up into a smile as she took in her appearance. The dress was beautiful, it was ivory, white being inappropriate as she was no longer a maid. It was cut to emphasise her breasts and nipped in tightly at the waist to show the round curves of her hips. There were pearls sewn across the bodice and along the hemline with a fine golden thread that seemed to shimmer in the light. She hoped the sun would shine on the day of the blessing, the effect on the dress would be beautiful.

"I can't believe this is happening," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

"Can you give us a moment?" Catelyn asked the seamstress, noticing Elissa's reaction.

"Of course," she agreed at once, moving to leave the room at once.

"Come here silly girl, you don't want tears on the dress," Catelyn said, holding her arms out.

"Part of me thought we'd never get here," Elissa confessed, letting Catelyn embrace her tightly.

"I know," she soothed, "but we are here and everything is going to be wonderful"

"When I married him I never thought I would ever be this happy," Elissa choked out.

"I know," Catelyn agreed, rocking her gently.

"I love him so much," she said, clutching her closer.

"I know that too," she laughed lightly, "and I know he loves you just the same"

"Gods I don't even know what I'm crying for!" Elissa exclaimed, pulling away and wiping her eyes.

"Happy tears," Catelyn smiled and Elissa returned it. They were happy tears. She was happy.

Jon tried to keep his eyes away from Elissa as he watched her cross the courtyard arm in arm with Lady Stark, both of them beaming and chatting happily with one another. He knew they had just come from the seamstress, Elissa's dress was finished and she had gone to try it on, he could only assume she was pleased with it. She would look beautiful, she always looked beautiful, she could walk into the Godswood in rags and she would still be the most alluring thing he had ever set eyes on. Not even Ygritte had caused him to fall this hard and she had been his first, the only woman he had ever thought he would love. He kicked at a stone, feeling a sudden urge to find Elissa's wedding gown and slash it to ribbons, he clenched his fists and took a deep breath; he needed to get himself under control.

His black mood continued at dinner, Robb and Elissa looked sickeningly happy as they both fawned over Torrhen who was sat in Robb's lap. Elissa looked to be trying to coax him to try some proper food, she had mentioned to him the other day that he was getting too big to just be fed milk; he needed proper sustenance. He wondered how different it could have been if he was true born like Robb, if he had marched south to the Twins when their father was imprisoned. Would it have been him who was forced to marry? Would it have been him who chose Elissa? Would she have loved him like she loved Robb? Borne him a son or daughter? Would they have been sat side by side as King and Queen in the North? Too many questions with no answers. He knocked back another cup of wine, he couldn't stand this hopeless longing any more.

The Smalljon knew what he was doing was wrong, but he hadn't been able to help himself. The girl had been so forward and Sansa had been so cut off from him that he hadn't been able to stop himself grabbing the girl as she returned from the kitchens. He had her pressed up against the wall in the darkened hallway as he ravished her mouth, her hands running all over him as he felt himself harden uncomfortably. This had to stop, he knew he should push away from her, tell her he was sorry, that it never should have happened. Instead though he let his hands find her breasts, making her moan against his mouth and he knew he had to take her. He did push away then but not far, she smiled up at him but her smile fell at once as her eyes fell on the woman over his shoulder.

He turned round then and his heart sank as his eyes found Sansa's, he could see the hurt in the beautiful blue of them and he opened his mouth to say something. She didn't give him the chance though, picking up her skirts at once and fleeing across the hallway and up the stairs. "I'm sorry," he managed to say to the stunned girl who was still stood with her back to the wall before he tore after Sansa, determined to make things right. He would beg her if he had to, he would beg and plead and do everything and anything she asked of him. She turned her eyes on him as soon as he walked in and he faltered, there was a fury in them that he had never seen before. The fire that had been snuffed out of Sansa had well and truly ignited.

"I'm sorry," he said at once, not knowing what else he could possibly say.

"How many?" she asked him, her voice dangerously low.

"How many what?" he returned, swallowing hard.

"How many other women have you taken to your bed?" she demanded, still not raising her voice.

"None," he insisted, "I haven't taken any other to my bed"

"You would have taken her … if I hadn't stumbled upon you, you would have taken her," she hissed.

"I …" he faltered, "… yes," he confessed, thinking it best to be honest.

"Why?" she asked simply, her eyes fixed on him.

"You've been so different … I thought you didn't want me anymore," he told her and her eyes flashed.

"This wasn't the first time though was it?!" she suddenly screamed.

"Sansa …" he began, reaching out to her.

"What did I do wrong at Riverrun?!" she demanded, stepping away from him.

"Nothing," he shook his head, "you did nothing wrong"

"Then why?!" she asked him desperately.

"I was weak, and drunk, and stupid! Please Sansa, it was just a kiss, it meant nothing!" he begged.

"It didn't mean nothing to me," she said venomously, moving to gather up her things.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she snatched up various items.

"You think I'm sleeping here with you?! Get your whore to warm your sheets," she spat, moving passed him and out the door before he could say a word in protest.

Well he'd got his wish he thought as he sank down onto the bed, his head in his hands. Sansa had found her fire, only she had directed it at him and now she was gone. He couldn't blame her, he hated himself. She hated him. He had seen it in her eyes. He loved her desperately but he had destroyed their marriage with a stupid, senseless mistake.

Catelyn had heard the argument and she was not surprised when Sansa knocked on her door a few minutes later, her belongings gathered up in her arms. She asked if she could stay and Catelyn agreed at once, she hadn't wanted to talk about it, she had merely got ready for bed and slipped between the sheets. Catelyn watched her now as she slept, Sansa had been so happy with her husband and he had been stupid but she didn't think that Sansa should give up on them. She never thought she would be able to forgive Ned for Jon but as time went on she grew to love him and their bond became so strong that nothing could break them. Not even death. Ned may be gone, but he lived on in her children, each of them had something of him and it comforted her more than words could say.

Elissa walked across the hallway to the room where Jon was staying, Robb was settling Torrhen and she needed to ask Jon something important. It had been playing on her mind as the blessing drew ever closer, she took a deep breath before she knocked, hoping that he wouldn't be asleep.

"Elissa!" he said brightly, "what are you doing here?"

"I need to ask you something … a favour of sorts," she said as he let her into the room.

"Go on," he urged, noticing Grey Wind slip into the room behind her.

"I wondered … if perhaps you would walk me to the Godswood for the blessing," she said quietly.

Jon went quiet at her words, a frown furrowing his brow and her heart pounded, biting her bottom lip gently as he considered her words. She hadn't known him long but she didn't have her father, nor any of her brothers. She had considered asking one of the Northern Lords but she had thought it would be more special if it was kin that escorted her and Jon was the obvious choice. He was everything that she had wished her brothers were when she was growing up, she had never been as close to any of them as she was to Jon. She stayed quiet, letting him think, inwardly praying that he would say yes.

Jon stared at her as she bit down on her bottom lip, silently waiting for his answer. What in the name of the Gods was he supposed to say? If he said yes he was more or less tearing his own heart out. How could he walk her to the Godswood and willingly give her over to his brother? If he said no he would offend her, would she be angry with him? Hurt? Upset? How could she ask this of him? It wasn't fair, he didn't want to escort her to the blessing he wished wasn't happening but he didn't want to disappoint her either. Damn her. How could she not know what she was doing to him?

"Me?" he finally said, perhaps she would realise herself what a terrible idea she'd had.

"Yes you," she smiled, "you've been so kind Jon, and Robb would be thrilled"

"Would he?" he asked, why did she have to bring up Robb? Everything she did seemed to be to make him happy in some way. Why? Why? Why? Why?

"Of course he would, he told me to come and ask you," she smiled again. He wished she'd stop.

"Is that really proper?" he tried.

"Why wouldn't it be proper?" she frowned.

"I'm a bastard Elissa," he stated.

"What am I Jon?" she asked him then and it was his turn to frown.

"A woman?" he said uncertainly, "a Queen?" he tried then and she smiled widely.

"Exactly. And if I say it's proper no one gets to argue with me," she said teasingly.

Gods he just wanted to kiss that smiling mouth. Her lips were so perfect. They would be soft he just knew it. He wanted his on them. He wanted hers on his.

"I can't," he said and her face fell.

"Why not?!" she asked and his heart pounded, did she really not know?

"You really don't know do you?" he said sadly and she shook her head, her eyes wide.

"I don't," she agreed, her face a perfect picture of confusion.

"I can't walk you down there and give you to Robb," he said, his heart beating even more furiously.

"Why?" she whispered and he moved a little closer, ignoring the low growl that left Grey Wind.

"Because I want you," he managed to say and she blinked at him disbelievingly.

"What?" she asked him, her own heart racing, what was he saying to her?

"I want you," he repeated and before she knew it his lips were on hers.

Elissa pushed him away at once, her hands shaking as she put them up to her mouth, she couldn't believe what he had just done. He stared back at her just as disbelievingly, taking in her horror-struck expression as Grey Wind snarled and snapped at him, moving to stand between them and take up a protective stance in front of Elissa.

"Elissa …" he began but she shook her head furiously.

"How dare you?!" she exclaimed and he cringed at the look of fury in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said desperately.

"Sorry?!" she repeated, "sorry?! You presume to touch me like that!"

"I didn't think … I'm sorry Elissa … I just …" he tried but she cut him off in an instant.

"I am Robb's wife!" she screamed and her words cut him like a knife.

"I know," he whispered.

"He is your brother and I am his wife! I would never! Not with you, not with anyone!" she exclaimed.

"I know that," he said, her words were killing him, he wanted her to stop, "please"

"How could you do this to me?! Put me in this position?!" she demanded.

"I didn't think … please!" he begged her.

"You know how much I love him!" she screamed and he felt suddenly furious.

"You never wanted him! You didn't mean your vows you said so yourself!" he snapped at her.

"No …" she whispered, "you're twisting it, I spoke to you as a friend!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said, reaching out to try and take her hand.

She snatched her hand away from him and struck him hard across the face, her whole body trembling with anger as Grey Wind snarled louder than ever. "Don't you ever. Ever. Touch me again!" she said, her voice shaking as she pointed at him accusingly.

"I'm sorry … please … please don't tell Robb," he begged her.

"Too late," the familiar voice came from the door then and Jon looked up to meet the murderous stare of his brother.

A/N: OK so Jon went for it and now you have to wait for Robb's reaction - sorry!

Before you send me hate mail the whole purpose of this is to break them down and build them back up and I will build them back up, this won't turn into a Robb/Jon hate fic (at least not forever!)

Anyway, let me know, and try not to hate - it's all part of a bigger plan I swear!

More tomorrow!

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