Not one but two

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⚜️Chapter 2⚜️

HALL OF WINTERFELL - NIGHT

The feast for the king is in its fourth hour. A SINGER plays the harp at one end of the hall but no one can hear him above the roar of the fire, the clangor of pewter plates and cups, and the din of a hundred conversations.

The long wooden tables are covered with steaming platters of roasted meats and baked breads.

Banners hang from the stone walls: the dire wolf of Stark; Baratheon's crowned stag; the lion of Lannister.

Ned and Catelyn host King Robert who is already drunk, Queen Cersei, Ser Jaime and Tyrion Lannister,the queen's brothers and a few other luminaries at a table on a raised platform.

The Stark and Baratheon trueborn children sit at a table directly below the guests of honor.

Even though Jon was not a trueborn, he also sat at the table much to Cayelyn disappointment.

Robert and Ned toast with tankards full of ale. Ned takes a healthy drink; Robert drinks the whole tankard.

A few seats down, Catelyn notices Queen Cersei staring at her drunk husband with plain disgust. A good hostess, Catelyn tries to distract Cersei.

"Your children are quite beautiful,
my Queen. They have the gift of the Lannister eyes." Catelyn told her.

Cersei, a little startled to be addressed, stares at Catelyn with her vaguely reptilian green eyes.

"I heard a rumor we might share a
grandchild someday." Cersei allowed herself to be took away from her thoughts of her drunk, annoying husband.

"I heard the same rumor..." Catelyn told her pleased

"Of course, it would not be a true born marrying my son however these decisions
ultimately fall to our husbands. As all important decisions must." Cersei told her much to her surprise.

Catelyn grind her teeth together, she could not let this happen.

She glances past Catelyn to Robert, as he gnaws on a rib and leers at the BUXOM SERVING GIRL refilling his tankard. Only her eyes reveal her anger, and they only do so briefly.

Jaime, sitting on the other side of Cersei, leans forward, his forearms on the table, flashing his white teeth at Catelyn. Many women have waited their whole lives for that smile, but it only serves to make her nervous.

"You'd enjoy the capital, my lady.
The north must be hard for someone who wasn't born here." Jaime began talking to Catelyn.

"I'm sure it seems very grim, after
King's Landing." Catelyn agreed. "I remember how scared I was when Ned brought me up here the first
time."

You were only a girl. I'm sure you
were scared of many things." Cersei comforted in own way.

"But harsh as it is, I've come to
love it. The north gets in your blood." Catelyn says.

Cersei seems skeptical, looking around the rough-hewn Great Hall, which would fit in the kitchen of her own palace.

"Your son will take to the
city. Such a beauty can't stay hidden up here forever. It's time we introduce him to the court." Circe told her, knowing it would get under her skin.

"Mm... of course, I have two
daughters that would love it better." Catelyn told her tightly.

If Cersei knew this at one point, she had forgotten. She sees Catelyn's distressed look and follows her gaze to the children's table, where Sansa looks as radiant as ever, chatting with young Princess Myrcella.

Arya, on the other hand, has already ruined her evening dress. She uses her spoon as a catapult to fling a wad of pigeon pie at Bran, across the table. It hits him square in the forehead.

"The girl has talent." Jamie laughed.

Catelyn, embarrassed, begins to stand so she can take matters in hand. But Ned, passing behind her, grips her shoulders, leans down and kisses the side of her neck.

I'll take care of it." Ned says, trying to take a little stress off her shoulders.

Cersei smiles at Catelyn. To her credit, she has an excellent fake smile. The two women resume their conversation.
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For Jon Snow is dinner had gone for hours, it was loud and there was food everywhere. Sitting with the siblings for a meal is not unnormal, however knowing how Lady Stark, Catelyn, felt about him, he knew something was up.

She would never allow him to be anywhere near the king, the queen or their children. She hated him for something he cannot control. She hated him for something that was not his fault.

Jon is a kind soul. He forgives, sometimes he forgets. And Lady Stark did not like the fact that he was more graceful than either of her girls would ever be. Everyone knew that he had more stark in him than any of her children.

Not only was he more graceful than her girls, he was so much more of a beauty. Even if he was a boy that did not stop the Northerners from calling him the most beautiful person in the north, taking after his aunt Lyanna.
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JON'S ROOM- NIGHT

Jon was slowly walking atop the curtain walls, the roofs keeping the battlements free from snow and the view distracting him from his thoughts.

He knows it will never happen, but it never stopped him from thinking about it. Sansa, his half-sister, said it all the time. She would marry the prince, who will soon be a king, and she will be queen.

No Jon never cared about being queen/king. No, what he couldn't stop thinking about was what would happen if he married the prince for love not power. But he knew it didn't matter because it will never happen.

To the royal family, he was a bastard, he was a stain on Ned Starks honor. That was all he will ever be to the royal family and to his Lord father, Ned stark, and his Lady wife, Catelyn.

He decided he needed to take A walk, to clear his mind. As he walked along the halls of Winterfell, he ran into someone a broad chest. Before he could fall arms caught him.

"Whoa there. Are you all right?" The man asked.

"Wha- yes I'm fine." Jon muttered before looking up only to see Jamie Lannister, the Queen's brother. "My-my lord."

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