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Morning came too quickly, the memory of Jon's unsettling dream lingering at the edge of his mind. He splashed cold water on his face, as if he could wash away the memory of fire, smoke, and that dark, threatening voice. Dreams are just dreams, he reminded himself firmly, even if this one felt different.
Jon made sure to scrub up before heading to break his fast, knowing Lady Stark would take any opportunity to find fault with his appearance. The great hall was already lively with the morning bustle of servants and family. Jon's eyes instinctively drifted to the high table, searching Lady Stark's expression to gauge what kind of morning lay ahead. Today, her usual chilly stare was even icier than usual.
More surprising was the sight of Sansa, sitting unusually silent and barely picking at her food. Her usual bright conversation with Jeyne Poole was absent, her gaze fixed on her plate as she pushed bits of food around in circles.
Jon slid onto the seat beside Robb, keeping his voice low. "What's wrong with Sansa?"
Robb's face clouded slightly, his usual cheer tempered with discomfort. "Mother had...words with her last night."
"About teaching me to dance," Jon said flatly. It wasn't a question.
"Jon—"
"It's fine," Jon cut him off, though his appetite vanished. "I should have known better."
"It's not your fault," Robb replied, a rare edge of frustration in his tone. "The dancing lessons were necessary. Mother's just..." He trailed off, searching for a gentler description of his mother's behavior.
"Being herself?" Jon offered dryly.
"Well, I was going to say 'unreasonable,' but yes, that works."
Before they could continue, Theon dropped onto the bench across from them, grinning broadly as he reached for the bread.
"So, preparing for your grand debut in White Harbor?" Theon drawled. "Try not to shame the family name too badly, Snow."
"I'll do my best to live up to your shining example, Greyjoy," Jon replied blandly, helping himself to some fruit.
Theon smirked, undeterred. "You could never. The ladies of White Harbor won't know what hit them when I arrive. Well, they might have some idea—my reputation does tend to precede me."
"Yes, they'll be sure to hide their valuables and lock up their daughters," Robb quipped.
"You jest, but I've already received three letters from admirers there," Theon said with a smug grin.
"Your right hand writing with different colored inks doesn't count as multiple admirers," Jon said, his tone deadpan, causing Robb to choke on his drink.
From the next table over, Arya's distinct snort of laughter could be heard, followed by Bran's high-pitched giggle.
"Jealous, are you?" Theon retorted, his cheeks tinged red. "You wouldn't know what to do with a woman if one fell into your lap."
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The Three Headed Titan
FanfictionJon can never remember falling ill in his life, something he quite liked about himself, but he didn't understand why a bastard like him would be so much different, but this all changes when one day he cuts his hand real bad, and steam comes from his...
