"Robb, I'm a Dornish girl in the north set to marry a northerner if that isn't the most ridiculous thing you've had ever heard"
"It's not, you speak about white walkers as if they're real."
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3|"Aren't you suppose to be inside." The voice that startled Liliana belonged to non-other than Jon Snow. Upon realising this the tension shifted out her body and she stepped either into the stables, near the mop of dark curls that was her best friend. They had met on the day Liliana first arrived at Winterfell and had made instant friends in the exact spot.
"Aren't you ?" She replied teasingly. Jon spent all family gatherings far away from where the family was gathered. It was Catelyn's choice not his but on this occasion Ned had offered him a place in the hall if he wanted it, Liliana supposed he didn't.
"Parties are no place for bastards" Jon's answer was solemn, lacking the jest Liliana had expected Jon was usually one to crack jokes when they were togheter. Yet it seemed the arrival of royalty had drained all the humor out of the lad.
"Well then, parties are no place for me." Liliana sighed, It often seemed her bastardery and Jon's were very different. "I am a Sand after all." For the Dornish a bastard born child was still a child. Her father made sure the Northerns received that message when Liliana came to stay. It was a shame he couldn't have done the same for poor Jon, who wore his bastardery on his sleeve.
"Difference is you're r Robb's fiancee," Jon replied, unlike Jon she wouldn't be a bastard forever Liliana's father though hated in his home country was beloved across the rest of westeroes at least by the only people that mattered. Robbert Batheron adored her father and Eddard Stark felt the same way, it was the return of loyalty that Liliana's father had shown them during the rebellion that ensured her position. Yes, she was a bastard but she was in a more favourable position then most.
"And your his brother," Liliana added if being something to Robb meant she was immune prejudice, she didn't understand why it couldn't be the same for Jon.
"Bastard brother." Jon corrected as solemnly as before. Liliana realised that perhaps it had nothing to do with the King's arrival at all.
"Bastard this bastard that sometimes it's as if you forget your named Jon." She mocked. Jon rolled his eyes and continued to brush his horse's mane.
"Trust me your brother won't miss me in there, he's far too engrossed in crude tavern jokes. Listen to this Two dragons and a blonde walk into a bar."
"And?" Jon put down the brush seeming genuinely intrigued. Liliana looked at him blanky.
"And what? I didn't stay to listen to the rest of it." Liliana replied as bored as when she was sat beside Robb, being forced to listen to the endless waffle of drunk men.
"If I stay here any longer, you'll make me lose my witts." Jon chuckled. That was the boy she knew, Liliana was glad she had succeeding in making him laugh without even knowing the pinch line of the joke. Then the feeling of happiness dappened as quickly as it had come. In the darkness of the stables with moonlight creeping through the roof it occurred to Liliana that Jon too had inherited the beauty of the Starks. She felt a yearning she didn't know she was capable of feeling, a yearning for that Stark smile in the moonlight.
