The crisp morning air fills the courtyard of Winterfell as the first light of dawn begins to break over the castle walls. Jory stands near the training yard, watching the Sta-rk children practice their swordplay. His eyes are sharp, but a warm smile plays on his lips as he observes their progress.

Suddenly, a playful voice calls out from behind him. Jory turns to see you, the youngest sister of Lord Eddard and twin to Benjen, approaching with a mischievous grin. You are wrapped in a warm cloak, your hair cascading over your shoulders, and your eyes twinkle with amusement. Jory grins. “Just making sure they don’t get into too much trouble. You know how they are.”

You laugh, a sound that always warms Jory’s heart. He chuckles, knowing you caught him in a moment of distraction.