Bastards & Broken Things

Happy 4th Trial to all competitors! Today for #Trial4 I’ve decided to focus on one of my favorite betrayals, which is Sansa Stark betraying Jon Snow. For my entry, I’ve made a moodboard and will be writing a short piece for the siblings to go with it.

”What have you done?” Jon’s inquiry was quiet, but the ice laced through the loaded question was not lost on Sansa. She stared at the snow, watching as it fell without sound and blanketed the godswood in a white shroud of chill. When she neglected to respond, Jon’s voice raised to a bellow. “What have you done?!” The sound of his demand echoed in the silent wood.

Sansa flinched, unblinking eyes still trained on the white covered ground. Warm puffs of breath in the frigid air were the only thing to give away her shallow, panic stricken breathing. Her chest felt tight as she shook her head.

”Speak, Sansa! Tell me!” Jon rasped. The sudden sound of snow crunching quickly beneath footsteps as he closed the distance between them made the redhead flinch again.

”What would you have me do?” She lifted her icy gaze to her brother, if he was still to be considered that. Since being returned safely to Jon at Castle Black, Sansa felt closer to him than they had ever been as children. She supposed that perhaps shared tragedy did that; brought together two people that had incredible amounts of suffering. Yet, with less than inches between them as Jon gripped her roughly, Sansa felt they’d never been further apart. She pressed on, “Allow your mad Queen to rule? Allow the entirety of Westeros to suffer due to your weakness for one woman?”

Jon’s jaw clenched and his fist tightened its hold on Sansa’s cloak. “You promised me. This was my life you’ve gambled with! Mine! Not yours!” He seethed and released his hold on her cloak. Sansa stumbled back but caught herself, holding herself tall. The younger wolf would not back down. “I know not who you are. A Tully, perhaps. But you are no Stark.” Jon spat.

Sansa gave a derisive scoff and straightened her cloak from where Jon’s rough hold had ruffled the fur. “Me? I think it is you who has been parading about beneath a false identity, Aegon Targaryen.” Her brother’s true name left her lips like a curse, a swear, some foul and disgusting thing that had no place within her mouth. Not even a breath of time was able to before her cheek was stinging bright red. A slap from Jon’s gloved hand.

”And what do you propose I’m meant to do now, Sansa?!” Jon bellowed with pupils blown wide. He looked positively mad. Sansa brushed her glove covered fingers over her stinging cheek, soothing it a bit and holding her head higher as her eldest remaining brother seemed to lose his mind. “She will not stand for this. I don’t want the throne! I don’t want to rule anything!”

Sansa took a deep breath and shrugged in a noncommittal way. “I suppose you’ll have to figure it out on your own. Careful though, Jon. She’ll likely kill you if you don’t kill her first.” Sansa stated casually, watching sadness over Jon’s face before turning around. She left the godswood without turning back to look at Jon, not knowing if she would see him again. He knew what he needed to do. She hoped that he was man enough to do it.

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Proof Shot for the Moodboard