Defender

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You stood frozen between Jon and Lady Stark, your fear clear by the way you held yourself, despite Arya's chuckle and Sansa's fond but apologetic gaze. You couldn't hold your tongue any longer, she'd been yelling at Jon all day and you'd simply snapped and now you were sure you'd get the brunt of Catelyn's anger.

You were surprised, however, when she simply shot you a furious look and stormed away, her daughters close behind. Jon turned to face you, a look of shocked surprise still plastered on his face, as he gently took your arm and escorted you through the busy court yard of Winterfell.

"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly when you'd jerked your arm from his grip.

"I... I don't know." You muttered, blushing, and letting your hair fall into your face. He chuckled and beckoned for you to follow him through the crowds to a room to the side of the castle entrance.

"Here, you said you wanted to see Ghost." Jon muttered as he gently took your hand and settled you on the floor where the tiny white bundle of fur shot over to you, claiming your lap for himself.


"He is so small and sweet." You whispered. Due to the attention you were lavishing on the dire-wolf pup you missed the adoring gaze Jon was giving you, your laugh made him smile, as Ghost got excited and began running around the room.

"He won't stay that way, soon he'll be bigger than you... well if he stands on his hind legs." Jon chuckled. You frowned at him for a moment, you'd never seen a wolf that big, it was hard to imagine such a thing but Jon's tall tales of Dire-wolf history had you entranced.

Neither of you noticed Robb watching the two of you, awkwardly talk and laugh, from the doorway. He knew Jon liked you, not that his brother realised that himself, he was far too shy to realise how deep his feelings for you were and Robb wasn't about to take away the time he had with you.


He smiled to himself and waved a hand at Jon to stop him from getting up and slipped out of the room, leaving Jon to indulge in your company. He smiled happily when you grinned at him, you blushed and turned away, making him realise how intently he'd been staring at you.

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