10th Month of 298 A.C. King's Landing
Prince Tommen Baratheon
Finally, after moons and moons of waiting and wanting this, Tommen had finally gotten it. A betrothal to the love of his life. Sansa got more beautiful with each passing day, it was something that Tommen found incredible, and he gladly bathed in her beauty. He would do anything for her, truly he would. She was to be his wife, and he was to be her husband, the thought of that filled him with excitement, the sort of excitement he had not felt since he had been a little boy. He loves her, he loves her smile, her hair, her eyes, her wit and sweetness. He loves everything about her. Gods he cannot believe that she is truly going to be his wife, and he her husband. It is something that he has long wanted and now that it is to become a reality he is more excited than he could ever remember being before.
One of the benefits of being Sansa's betrothed, was that he got to spend more time with her. He got to go on walks with her and dance with her, and do the things that truly he had wanted to do since he had come to King's Landing. Such as now, they were walking through the halls of the Red Keep, hand in hand, Durran walking beside Sansa. "So tell me my love, how do you find King's Landing?" Tommen asks.
Sansa is silent a moment and then she replies. "Truthfully I did not truly like it before. It was such a scary place, and your mother and brother seemed to change after the incident at Darry. They were no longer kind or caring toward me, and instead they were cruel and harsh. I did not understand it, I still do not. But I am glad you are here now, and that we are betrothed."
Tommen looks at his betrothed, and finds his breath catching once more at how beautiful she is. "Truly? Do you mean it Sansa?" he asks.
She looks up at him and smiles. "Of course I do Tom. Why would I lie about something like that?"
Tommen swallows then and trying to keep himself from sounding petty says. "When we last spoke in Winterfell, before our kiss." He smiles at her blush. "You were so infatuated with Joffrey, that I did not know whether we would ever be the same."
Sansa squeezes his hand and says softly. "I was a fool Tom. I was drawn into Joffrey's charms and did not think to see the monster beneath. I have now, and I know you are the better brother. You are the kinder, sweeter and truer brother. I love you Tom. You need never doubt it."
Tommen nods and then says. "We can leave King's Landing after the wedding my love. We can go wherever you like. To Winterfell, to Storm's End, to Riverrun if you so desire."
Sansa looks at him and then asks. "Truly? I thought your grandfather wished you to come to Casterly Rock to become his heir."
Tommen looks at his betrothed for a moment before replying. "What my grandfather wants and what he will get are two completely different things. I do not truly want to go to the Rock, it belongs to my uncle Tyrion, not to me. And if grandfather cannot accept that, then he is a fool."
"Is that wise Tom? Surely you will want him on your side should anything come to pass?" Sansa asks.
Tommen considers this and then says. "Perhaps, but my grandfather is not a man who I trust to do what is best for the kingdom, and not simply do what is best for him."
His betrothed is silent a moment and then replies. "Hmm, an interesting perspective Tom. But if things are going to go the way you and uncle Gerion seem to think it will go, allies will be important? And what better ally than your own grandfather?"
Tommen looks at his betrothed and replies. "Perhaps. But hopefully things will not go that way. I do not want them to go that way."
Sansa nods and squeezes his hand. "What about Myrcella? Will she and my brother marry?"
Tommen smiles at Sansa then and leans down to whisper. "If I have anything to do with it they will be. I know they care for one another greatly, if the letters they send one another are anything to go by."
"Letters? You've read Robb and Myrcella's letters to one another?" Sansa asks.
"I might have done." Tommen admits grinning.
"Tommen!" Sansa says swatting his arm. "That is rude. You can't read other people's letters. Did they not teach you that?"
Tommen laughs and pulls Sansa to his chest then keeping one arm wrapped around her middle, he leans down and purrs. "I had to make sure they were not writing inappropriate things to one another Sansa. She is my sister you know."
He feels Sansa put a hand on his chest and sees her looking at him, her eyes heated. "What sort of things?"
Tommen nudges her hair and her ear. "Oh you know, the sort of things that they could do. That we could do."
"Like what?" Sansa asks breathily.
Tommen feels a stirring in his breeches and whispers. "Kissing, touching. All the things that a man and a woman can do to one another. We could do that. I want us to do that. Do you want us to do that?"
"I do. Very much so. I do not know how long I can wait." Sansa replies, her voice hitching slightly as Tommen moves his hand down her body.
"We could do something right now if you want?" he replies.
"Will we not be seen?" she asks.
"Ah but that's part of the fun." He says his hand moving down her stomach.
He grins as her breath hitches, and just as he is about to move down even more he hears a voice say. "What in the name of the seven are you two doing?"
Tommen pulls his hand away from Sansa's middle and grins slightly at her soft whine of protest and looks up to see his brother, Jon and the squires looking at them all. "We were merely taking a walk is all brother."
"Try not to ruin your betrothed brother." Joffrey says snidely. He then looks at Sansa and says. "I apologise for my brother, my lady. If you wish I can speak with my father and have this betrothal ended now. It would do no good for you be shamed for my brother's roguish ways."
Tommen feels Sansa stiffen next to him and he squeezes her hand in reassurance. Her voice is strong when she says. "There will be no need for that my prince. I and Prince Tommen were merely going for a walk is all."
His brother snarls then, and Tommen tightens his hold on Sansa, protectively, Durran moves in front of them both. There is a brief moment of silence and then Joffrey says. "Well then that is your loss. Come now Jon, we have things that need to be done."
Tommen sees the pleading look in Jon's eyes and he feels a moment of panic. "Where are you going?" he asks.
His brother looks at him annoyed and replies. "That is none of your business brother. What I and my squires do, that is my business not yours."
Seizing a slim opportunity to prevent something wrong from happening Tommen says. "But Jon is not your squire brother. He is no one's squire."
Something like anger flashes in Joffrey's eyes, and his voice is curt when he replies. "You are my man are you not Jon?"
Tommen looks at his friend and sees something akin to panic flash in his eyes. He groans internally at the words that come from his friend's mouth then. "I am Your Grace, but I am not sure I want to be."
Joffrey's eyes narrow then, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean? Where has this doubt come from?"
A long silence follows that, and it is an awkward one. Eventually Jon says. "I heard some things, I heard you say things about me that made me feel uncomfortable."
"What things did you hear Jon?" Joffrey asks his voice dangerously low.
Tommen looks at his friend then and Jon is sweating, not visibly, but Tommen knows his friend is cursing internally. Eventually Jon replies. "I do not remember, but they were things that made me wonder whether or not I wanted to be your man."
Joffrey relaxes then. "Ah so nothing serious. I assure you Jon, I do not have any malicious intent toward you. I merely want the best for you, and the best for me. Nothing more."
"Are the two mutually exclusive Joffrey?" Tommen asks. "Or if what Jon wants does not coincide with what you want will you discard him?"
His brother's voice is dangerously low when he responds. "Do not talk of things you do not understand Tommen. What I am asking Jon to do is for his own good. It is something he must do to get on in the world."
"But what is it Your Grace? You have not told me." Jon says.
"That is because you can only know what it is when you come with me. I promise it is nothing too serious Jon. I would not harm you." Joffrey replies, and Tommen knows his brother is struggling.
They all look at Jon then, and Tommen can see the uncertainty in his friend's face. The tension is evident in the air, and Tommen wonders what his friend will say and do. They both know the truth, and yet Tommen fears that his friend is going to be sucked back into the darkness, and this time, he does not think there is a way out for Jon. Before he can say anything though Sansa speaks, her voice quick. "Jon, father is looking for you. I just remembered now. He wants to speak to you about something important I think."
Tommen does not look at Sansa, he does not want to give the game away. He can tell Jon is intrigued now. "What did father want to speak to me about Sansa? Do you know?"
Tommen can feel his betrothed shift slightly as she thinks of what to say. Eventually she says. "I do not know precisely what he wanted to speak to you about, but it was something important. He said it had something to do with something you spoke about before he left for King's Landing."
Tommen sees his friend's face change then, it takes on a look of anticipation. And he suspects that Lord Stark promised to tell Jon about his mother the next time they met. Jon's voice is filled with excitement when he replies. "You are certain that he said that?"
Tommen sees Sansa thinking hard now, and when she speaks her voice sounds certain. "Yes, I am very certain he said that. He sounded determined that the two of you should speak."
Joffrey speaks then. "What could be so important that you would not come with me Jon?"
Tommen wants to laugh at how petulant his brother sounds. Something flashes in Jon's eyes then, but it quickly disappears. "It is something I have long wanted to know Your Grace. Something that I cannot wait for. Not anymore."
Joffrey looks angry then. "Not even for your future king? I am disappointed Jon."
"I am sorry my prince, but I must go. I will do what you ask of me at a later date. But now I must go and speak with my father." Jon replies, and with that he walks away from Joffrey and walks past Tommen and Sansa.
As Jon's footsteps disappear into the distance, Tommen looks at his brother and smirks. "You will not win brother. You will never win. For you are not our father's son."
"And you are?" Joffrey snarls back.
"I am." Tommen replies.
Joffrey moves forward but before he can come too close, Durran moves forward and roars at Joffrey. Tommen laughs at the frightened look that crosses his brother's face.