Jonsa Prompt. Could you do one where Sansa decides she really wants a child and begins looking for a northern husband/lover. Jon realizes how much he doesn't want Sansa to be with anyone but him.
“What in the Seven Hells do you think you’re doing?”
The King in the North purses his lips, his heart pounding, blood hot. His rage came to him in a flash, unexpected. And it grows steadily. He can’t believe this answer.
Sansa looks at him, her back against the wall of the armory, her expression bemused by his mood. As if what he just caught her doing is nothing.
“Being prudent?! You were flirting!” He sputters. She had been. She’d been walking through the courtyard on the arm of Cley, Lord Cerwyn, who could barely even sprout a proper beard. She was tossing her hair, batting her eyelashes, smiling at him as if he were interesting. Anyone who has spent more than five minutes in conversation with the young lord knows him to be anything but. “In front of everyone!”