"Why have you asked for me, Sister?" Sansa asked, strolling into Iona's chambers.
It had been weeks, but in the last few days, Iona had managed to win round her sister's again. This was mostly due to the fact that she was forced to oversee them, seeing as her father was unable to do so. The sooner her father was recovered, the better.
She knew that what she was about to ask would win her sister over, most definitely.
"Please, take a seat."
Sansa sat and smoothed out her skirts, not looking her sister in the eye.
"Joffrey, and I, intend to marry, within the month."
Sansa's head shot up,
"We want it to be a silent affair, for now. We want to marry quickly, and have celebrations later. I want you to be my witness."
Sansa was unable to speak for a moment.
"You want me, to be your witness before the Gods?"
"Yes, darling sister. I want for nothing more!" Iona crooned, reaching to take her sister's hand.
"How could I say no? Of course I will do this for you!"
"You should arrange for a dress to be made, and Sansa - do keep it a secret."
"Oh, I promise I will! It is so romantic. I will tell no one." Sansa jumped up, giggling. "I shall arrange for a dress at once."

As her sister left, Iona grinned. Her sister's innocence was useful for some things.
Iona did not actually care if anyone found out, but it would be preferable if they did not. The only issue would be Cersei, but Iona had already had Joffrey tell his father about the marriage, so that she was powerless.
Iona had spent an evening laughing at the expense of the Queen's lack of power. She had sworn to herself that when she was Queen, she would never allow herself to be powerless.

Joffrey, only hours after announcing his planned marriage to his father (who had wholeheartedly agreed), was called to his mother.
He had barely stepped into the room before he was asked a question.
"Why are you marrying Iona Stark?"
"Was that not your plan?"
His mother gave him a cold glare before responding.
"No. We would have gotten you out of it somehow and married you to someone worthy."
"I do not want anyone else. Iona is the only one who I can get along with. We understand each other!"
"She is a liar and a whore!" Cersei spat,
"Silence!" Joffrey yelled, "She is no such thing. Why do you have such hatred for her?"
Cersei could not answer. She hated Iona because she was surely the girl from the prophecy. Not only that, but she knew Cersei's biggest secret and could use it to destroy her at any moment. Also, her son held a very high regard for her, a regard that he had never held for anyone else, including her, and it was dangerous for them all.
"You have never liked her. Have you?" He accused "Why?"
Cersei , again, could not answer. There was no actual reason, apart from ones that would either get her arrested or make her sound ridiculous. Joffrey laughed dryly. "Actually, I do not care. I am marrying her and you will have no say."
He strode arrogantly out of her chambers and slammed the door behind him. Cersei was glad that she was alone at that point, because she did nothing but open her mouthing stupidly like a fish.

In the tower of the hand, when her father had healed,something similar had happened.
"Why are you marrying him?"
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Iona feigned innocence.
"No. I am thinking of returning to Winterfell soon. The job is proving too dishonourable and demanding. They don't like to be positive here, they want it done quickly, even if if means killing innocent people."
"You speak of the Targaryen girl."
"Yes. I am not surprised you know - you always have had a way of finding things out"
"My sisters and you should return to Winterfell, but I should not. My duty is here, and I must do it. I will marry him."
"How could you possibly do such a thing? He is a treacherous boy... Some of the things he does are intolerable."
"I am changing him father, I believe I am the only one who can make him into a better person, fit for ruling. He listens to me."
"I still think it is a bad choice."
"Well, I think it is not. I have no other purpose. If I was to return to Winterfell, you would only marry me off to someone else, a Lord, most likely. That would not be good enough. This is a chance to make our family apart of the Royal Family." She took a breath, almost for dramatic pause and then continued. "I will marry him, Father, and we have the blessings of the King. You can watch as I climb to success."

After pressing her ear against the door to check if anyone was within, she tugged the door open and slipped into Joffrey's chambers.
Rather surprisingly, to her, he lounged on an armchair, reading.
At the noise, he dropped his book down from his face, alarmed. His face relaxed when he saw who it was.
"Iona."
"My Prince," she purred, strolling towards him.
"What brings you at this hour?"
She laughed,
"My Prince," She said, pushing the book aside and positioning herself so that she was straddling him, "We are to be married tomorrow!"
He had frozen at the intimate contact, but slowly, after a few moments, he raised his hand to stroke her face.
"I know. You will be mine..."
Iona struggled to resist rolling her eyes. She was nobody's. If that was what made him happy, she would let him believe that.
"To just think, that tomorrow... there will be nothing between us." Her words were heavy with insinuation. She thought back to the day when he had tried to embarrass her by talking of their soon-to-be intimate relations. How the tables had turned.
"Is your door locked?"
He nodded.

She moved off him and skipped over to the bed. She climbed on it and patted the space next to her.
"We cannot... indulge our pleasures tonight. I need to be pure for tomorrow, but tonight, will you hold me? As your wife to be?"
Words did not need to be said as he joined her on his bed.