Follow Arya

Following the youngest Stark girl, you can't help but notice her pert arse, swaying hypnotically in front of you. The way it works from side to side seems somehow both innocent and playful - as if for your benefit.

It must be your hungover, morning horny mind at work, but you can't seem to draw your eyes from it. Suddenly, the peach before you stops, quickly turning, and, almost gulping and completely guilt-ridden, you look up to meet your little sisters gaze.

She gives no indication that she'd noticed your lecherous gaze, and, if anything seemed worried.

"Gods, you don't look well all of a sudden. Did you hear what I said, Jon? It was really, really important that you remembered it!"

She had been talking. And he had a responsibility.

Gods damn it.