He retreats

The madness of the situation was too much and without thinking Jon rushed from the chamber, **** to put as much distance between himself and the situation. Half dressed and in a state of panic he fled to his brother's chamber, closing the door and making sure to lock it as he slid to the ground, breathing heavily.

"Um...is something amiss?" Rhaenys frowned at him, some package wrapped in cloth in her arms, her purple eyes taking note of his semi-naked state, "is...there a reason why you're in Aegon's room barely dressed," she sniffed, frowning a little more, " and stinking of fresh sex?"

Jon could barely keep his thoughts together but with some effort **** himself to speak. "I...had an incident with....a girl from the Reach," he huffed a little, struggling to regain his breath, "I needed a place to hide."

"Damn it Jon," Rhaenys shook her head in dissapointment, dumping her bound package on Aegon's bed before walking over to sit by his side at the door. "Don't tell me you've already begun to stray from Margaery. You're supposed to be the good brother."

"It's complicated and not what you think Rhae but..." he shook his head, trying to dismiss the images that had been burned within, "...I need to avoid Margaery for a while, and her ladies in waiting."

His sister snorted. "Good luck with that, she's your wife-to-be, the Tyrells will insist on all manner of events that you'll be **** to attend."

"Well, I just need some time to think things through," Jon recalled the madness and lust Margaery and Alysanne had displayed and knew that he needed to find something to fix things, no matter the cost. "It's...damn..it's not something I can really speak to, but..there's an issue with Margaery that I need to investigate."

Rhaenys gaze lowered to his crotch, her olive cheeks blushing a little. "If it's a...health issue, the Grand Maester can help, I'm sure he's...seen every kind of ailment."

"No it's nothing like that it's..."That suddenly gave him pause, an idea forming. "Sister...your uncle Oberyn studied potions in his travels, not just poisons, yes?"

The Targaryen princess seemed confused by the sudden question but nodded. "Aye, he trained as a Maester for a stretch and spent some time in Essos learning more...arcane matters....why?"

"I think it's time I travelled to Dorne."