Quiet Contemplation

Sometimes, your brother and best friend could be a little full-on.

You decide, instead of joining them, to head to the Godswood. With Lord Stark here, evidently going about his business, the Godswood would naturally be empty. No one really went there aside from him.

"Aye, that's right, you lumps - catching up on my sleep is what gets me the girls. You should take a note out of my book." The duo laugh, and you even catch a small, off-hand smirk from your Father mid-conversation with Rodrik. "Anyways, I'm going to be even more of a pathetic man-girl and have a little time to myself in the Godswood. Time alone with my girlie emotions." Another laugh and they continue with their competition. Lord Stark hears you comment, and he nods - giving you his permission.

The Godswood is quiet as you make your way to the Heart Tree. A soft Winter breeze pushes a fine layer of snow into a rolling dust across the ground.

You lose yourself in thought somewhat until you realise that you are not alone below the boughs of the giant tree at the centre of the Godswood. You are brought out from your revelry by Jeyne Poole who is kneeling before it's great height.

"Jeyne! My apologies, I will leave."

A hand on your ankle stops you, "no, Master Snow, I would appreciate the company. Sansa is busy at the moment and being left to myself is driving me a little mad."

You sit beside her. Jeyne is a homely girl, not quite as elegant as Sansa, but her innocence and that little bit of bite was quite alluring, in it's own way. She's slim, and beneath her unflattering clothing you've caught glimpses of a lush, tight arse. One time, when she was caught in a Spring downpour, her clothing had matted to her skin, and outlined some beautiful breasts beneath, too.

"What's on your mind, Jeyne?" you ask.

"Truthfully? You really want to know?" her voice is timid.

You reply earnestly, "Of course! If I can help with something, I'm all ears."

"Okay." She pushes a stray hair behind her ear. "What's on my mind is you."

You're startled by the revelation. You've never had any indication that she was interested in you, and if anything assumed she was infatuated with Robb, from the number of longing looks she had directed at him when the two of you were together.

"I've always liked you, Jon. I've always noted the way you're a little on the outside of everything. A bit like me. You're treated as a member of the household, but not a 'real' one. We're outsiders, and I see something beautiful in that."

She's moved closer to you, and you're not sure when exactly. Her face is inches from yours now.

"Sansa always gets everything she wants. Now I want something. The only thing I've ever wanted. Let me have this."