48 hours until the battle of the bastards- OHMYGEEERRRRD

His hold on her was tight and firm, as he marched down the hall. "You're hurting me!"

"Oh I am sorry." Jon lacked sincerity. "You should have thought of that earlier, love!" He was as broad as ever. His foot swung out to kick open the door, and it clanged against the masonry, he had to put his leg out again to stop it rebounding into her, she was surprised he didn't let it – as some sort of punishment. "You're very lucky we're family, otherwise I would have you flogged." He murmured bitterly, her knees were rattling at the thought.

"No you wouldn't have...and I haven't done anything!"

"You don't know me, mi'girl." It was the lowest his voice had gone, but it was very intimate. She found herself swooning, and he mistook it for resistance, so the King used his whole body to steer and shove her back into the room, his sword hilt pressed against her buttocks and it roused her from her swoon with a yelp. He only let her go long enough for him to shut and bolt the door. Oh gods.

She regained some focus, and scowled-"You're being stupi-" He surged forward and she unable to finish, as he gripped the back of her head, holding a hand full of her hair firmly, but not enough for it to hurt. Perhaps she had grown thicker skin, or was it the fact she knew he could never be malicious?..Hopefully. It was sort of like how she had handled him mere moments ago, it had been a necessary evil for her to commit. But what he was doing achieved nothing, except pull her head up so her neck was exposed. "You came in at the wrong moment, you saw nothing!" She said through her teeth. His face was so close, she couldn't read the emotion, but she could sense something. Jon was rattling, seething, and there was a faint smell of ale. The cold that had been around her exposed neck and jaw line was eliminated by his steaming breath. It tickled her into silence. But what was the purpose of all this, was he going to slit her throat or bite it?

"How was he?" He rasped, warming her face. "How well does he know this body?" His hand splayed across her stomach and she jumped.

She gave him a wild side eye, and summoned up all her strength-"You know nothing, Jon Sn-" He cocked her head and forced his mouth against hers, there was a collision of teeth and nose, and he tried to enveloped her lips with his. This was an odd punishment! He was trying to instigate a kiss from her, trying to move her head against his mouth. She grumbled furiously against it, managing to push her will and new found strength against his chest and shoulders- they were like boulders. But now wasn't the time to marvel and be in awe. The Queen succeeded with her endeavour, separating them with a 'pop'. Oh gods, those fierce eyes. "You're breaking my one rule!" He was still pushing against the resistance she gave, so much so that her arms were shaking and would have wilted if he hadn't have given up and pushed off of her with ferocious growl that turned into-

"-FUUUUUUCK!" He roared exasperatedly at the room as he punched the air violently while lurching away from her, it was like some kind of battle cry and antagonistic dance, he then kicked a chair across the chamber. "Aarrgghh!" He was so damn confusing, interrogating her with kisses. CRASH – another chair hit the wall.

Her heart was hammering like the drums of war. Sansa wiped him from her mouth, she saw blood on the back of her hand. Wild beast! "Can I explain?!..Now you've had your brute fun!" She sniped as he had, and she jarred as he turned, marching back towards her with intent.

"You broke a vow." He sought her body. "Now I have a rule for yer- fuck your rules, and just...fuck."

"Ooo no no no." The young Queen reversed, fretting over his oncoming hands. His firm body and armour then pushed flush against soft pliable flesh and velvet, crushing her breasts and forcing them up. "Argh- For heaven's sake, stop getting worked up!..Me and Podrick didn't-" He winded her by lifting her up as if they were doing a Volta. Ooofph. "Oh- you-We didn't do anything!" She saw he was whisking her over to the bed. "Jooon." She said in warning. "JON!" He chucked her onto the bed like cargo being loaded onto a wagon, she expected he would soon join her; either on top, or just at her legs. "Listen!"

"Why?" Her husband was panting, he was in his fight stance, getting ready to pounce. "-So I can listen to a crap excuse!" He was rocking back and forth about to leap. "You got curious...so you decided to play with his co-"

"-Jon! Don't you dare finish that sentence!" She snapped, she was on all fours, trying to untangle the sheets from her legs and petticoats. "I'm your wife!"

"That's right!" He pointed dangerously with a gleam in his eye. "You're my wife." And he beat his chest with his fist. "My wife!"

She gaped, he had passion- but this man was far too angry to do anything good with it. A random quote came to her head -When a man's blood is up, anything with tits looks good- She hated that this came to her mind, this wasn't a ruddy siege! Nor was she a slice of cake!

Her fiery husband came at her with a face that could send armies running. Oh heavens I'm a slice of cake, a slice of bloody cake! Sansa pumped her foot at his chest armour to halt him and he recoiled long enough for her to scramble to the headboard, kicking sheets, pelts and blankets into a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed. "Let me explain- before you ravage me!" Her hands were up, staring at her husband like he was a wolf about to mount her. Why would he mount someone he thought had committed adultery? What was wrong with him?

A void was between them, she had inadvertently set up a perimeter, which strangely he was heeding to. Catch your breath.

He retreated, but not far."Right...go on." He was pacing like a caged tiger at the foot of the bed. His nostrils were flared and eyes were nearly all black, this was the worst she had seen him. Her nipples hardened. They should really light a fire, if they were going to be in here long.

She stared unblinking at him, her core knotting up. "What?" Her exhaustion made it come out as a croak, she grunted to shift it. "Enlighten you with the truth?- Now will you calm yourself?!"

He snarled, and she couldn't reverse since she was already against the head board, so she raised her chin indignantly. He can't hurt you, he can only scare you. The worst he could do, wouldn't be the worst that has happened to her.

"Tell me what he did." He said with conviction. "Show me what he did!" Adamant he was going to endure a display and enactment.

-Of her betrayal? –Why? -Did he think she had been attacked again?! – Then why take it out on her?- Strange man. "-You've got it all wron-"

"-And I'll better it." He announced, there was fine line between cold and heated eyes, he was right on the margin. There was no doubt these terms would be met, but Sansa believed it would just be to remark his territory, more than compete. Seven hells- what did he expect?- Was she to recreate what someone else did?– And he was going to do what...? He suddenly barked at her again."Come on!" Anger and something else enriched his voice. "And show me what you did." That gave her the impression he didn't think she was attacked- he thought she had willingly participated, hence his anger directed at her. "And I'll expect the same." The grinding teeth emphasized his ardour. "Right here, right now." It was the probing stare that had her at her wits end, but him removing his scabbard and main belt made her gulp. "But I don't expect to share again." It rumbled from deep within his chest. "Wife." The belt and sword clattered to the floor.

This was nothing to do with marriage vows and honour, this was to do with his needs."Oh so this is jealousy talking! I thought you were after a confession of adultery. Sorry Jon, no adultery took place. So don't get excited." She chided, she didn't know how she was able to speak, especially in that antagonising tone- You're crazy. "If you had listened before that neurotic display, you would have heard me say I hadn't."

She noted he was trying to get his breath back, and allowing what she said to sink in."-Oh I believed you hadn't when I saw you." He paced, without taking his hot sticky eyes off of her. "I was willing to defend your honour from that squire, thought he'd taken advantage, thought he had tried and was denied...Then you defended him!" His finger came up. "What am I supposed to think?"

Oh how sweet- defend her honour, she thought sardonically, but it didn't slacken the tension. "Don't assume, never assume." Sansa eased, shaking her head.

He straightened."Did he touch you?"

"No!"

"Did you... touch him?" That seemed to pain him more.

"No!"

"Sansa!" He barked sceptically.

"You're supposed to trust me!" Sansa retaliated with a voice full of earnest. "...Bastard!" It was an afterthought, but she shouldn't have said it.

But it had him biting the insides of his mouth and raging around the bed towards her, she shuffled down, ready to roll away, but he rolled her roughly back onto her back, a firm hand holding her down by the stomach. "Bastard, bastard am I?!" His face hard, and voice just. "It's down to that is it? Like your bloody mother!" She fixed him with a stare, bracing herself. "At the end of the day you'd rather have highborn squire than a bastard cock inside you!"

Crude. She slapped him as hard as she could- it was a satisfying noise, and it sated her, giving her a surge of power, radiating in her bosom. Somewhere her mother was clapping. Despite the venom in her face, she felt she had done a great wrong. His head had jarred and nothing else, his face devoid of emotion, blinking off to the side- perhaps he was in shock? Maybe she had fixed him?

Sansa slowly slipped away from under his hand and got off of the bed. You have struck a King- Treason. "Your grace." Her voice was shaking, she breathed and leant on the bed with both hands. You shouldn't feel guilt. "You!" And she sensed him look at her. "Think in my fragile state, I would dally with other men I hardly know, people that hardly know me, you think I would break a vow...for anything. Wait- not anything...curiosity, as you put it." She wasn't going to cry for herself, or for the handsome King. She was breathing hard, his jealousy had done this, there was so much desire in his eyes- for a man betrayed. "You hate listening to me, you never listen to me... you have selective hearing, you want what you want, and you completely forget that I am always hurting. Always!"

"San-" His voice broke. "Sansa..." Jon's voice was soft, and it killed her.

"I've had a bastard cock inside me, remember?!" His wife rasped, she was unwavering. "I'm not prejudice, but right now I hate anything with a cock- can you blame me?"

The King's flushed face, became white- pale with sickness. He must have replayed the crude words, but she was sure his own words had repeated itself over and over in his head since the slap.

Bastard cock. Sansa let herself crumple into a chair, the only chair he hadn't managed to kick over in jealousy. The young woman began to cry- meekly. She endured. "When will I forget?" He didn't say a word, but when she caught a glimpse of him through her waterlogged eyes, she saw him forlorn and ashamed, on his way to her tentatively.

"I don't know..." Jon said in a daze, and he swallowed, sucking up what was left of his pride. He was wounded. "I'm sorry, sweet wife." His face contorted, he was stifling a sob.

"Wife?" It sounded funny. "Sweet?"

Jon raised his hand, as if silently asking her not to mock him, or not mock herself. "I love you." He said after a moments thought.

She sniffled, her eyes wandering in thought. "That's very touching to hear."

He continued, almost desperately."I'm so fucking in love with you...no matter what happens, no matter what you do." He walked slowly over to his wife like she was a spooked horse. "I'll always be broody, I'll always be jealous- I'm a dangerous husband... I'm a dangerous entity, that came back after being killed...I just want to be Jon again." There was no passion left in his voice. "What's wrong with me?" He rasped sadly. "Where the fuck did all the honour go?"

Sansa heard it, and knew immediately it wasn't lost, she stared up at him sincerely. "You're trying." She husked through tears, and she reached for his hand, and kissed it. Her lips raked over the back of his hand, over callous knuckles. Jon watched, mesmerized, he wanted to get closer, so he squatted to be under her.

"Sweetheart." He looked up at her in awe- she didn't know why- At this moment in time he probably still thought she had dallied. Her voice was calmer. "Jon, I don't wish to pry in other people's affairs..."

He looked at her, his eyes pink- and curious with what she was going to say. "Hm."

"-But Podrick and Melisandre had a tryst in this very room, not me and Podrick." Finally.

"Melisandre?" He stared, and she actually noticed his pupils undilate. "With Podrick...are you serious?" A slow grimace formed and he combed his hair back awkwardly. "Fuck me."

She ignored that, but nodded gravely at the first. "She had disguised herself as Agnes, she seduced him and they-"She tipped her head to the bed. "Minutes after you left the room."

Jon had been pensive, listening- guilt ridden, but he stalled to study her, darkly, and she felt naked under his gaze. What now?

"What were you doing in here then?" The question wasn't as harsh as his previous.

"Reprimanding them." She told a half truth, Melisandre had gotten away with it.

Her husband's finger came up to a hole that had formed in the shoulder of her dress, he was obviously drawing attention to her ravaged look. "No, when you said after I just left...the first time you mean...how did you know I was in there beforehand?"

The Queen realized her error, she had referred to the incident when he was snooping in the room. Sansa glanced at him fingering the hole of her dress, and at the same time she noticed her bodice was a little far south, she tugged it up so it hid her shift. It gave her time to prepare herself. "Err yes, your grace..."

He had that adorable gormless expression, followed by a moment of revelation. "You were under the bed, weren't you?" An agape smile snuck onto his features. "I felt your presence... and I didn't give it a second look. Fuck."

"-I know, you were about to look under the bed." She grimaced. "I was crammed under there." She tugged her brows up briefly. "Hence my state of dress."

He fingered the dirt on the dress absently, moving dangerous close to the bust. His insufferable mouth was partly open again. "Why were you under the bed?" He blinked his eyes up at her furtively.

"Good question..." That didn't help her case.

"Is it one I'm going to get a straight answer to, or is it one I'm going to have to spank out of you?" He rumbled, not faltering. He would do it.

Don't smile at that! Incredulous was an understatement. "You wouldn't bloody dare, I am Queen in the North!" Sansa pointed at him so sharply he blinked, and for a moment she thought his lip had trembled with fear, until he laughed at her, he had tried so hard to stifle it by the looks of it. "Stop laughing at me, you imbecile!" Damn how the hell was she going to say she was playing hide and seek now?

He calmed himself down to a mocking smile. "So what's it gonna be?"

"..."

"Right." He made a sudden odd motion- it was enough to make her believe he was going to put her over his knee.

"-I was playing hide and seek!" The Queen announced indignantly.

Jon's eyes widened ever so slightly. "You..." He stalled to be pensive. "But Sam...was playing hide and seek." He narrowed his eyes playfully, and her face tinged. "I assumed he was playing with the kitchen staff's children...but it was you?!"

"It was Sam's idea, I really didn't want to." She bit her lip.

"Hm."

The extension of this particular chapter will be in the next update, sorry to cut it off here.

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