robb smiles, teasing jon as he notches another arrow in an attempt to distract him. jon grumbles, but he's grinning slightly himself as he pulls the bowstring back.

they’d bet eachother on who's the better bowman, so here they are, teasing and jostling eachother in the cool morning air of the courtyard.

a voice catches jon off guard, and his arrow goes flying and thunks into a beam. robb barks out a laugh, and he nods over at your presence ,and Jon looks over as well, obviously embarrassed by the display.

its no secret to anyone that jon is fond of you, especially now that you've been around Winterfell more as of late.

jon huffs, picking up another bow, and pulling back bowstring, squinting at the dummy ahead in focus

”focus brother” robb snickered at him