Jon. A charming man, betrothed to your sister. Charming, yes, and yet you hated him. You didn’t trust him, and he was just getting on your nerves. He hated you because he thought you were aggravating. But you two couldn’t help but be drawn to each other. You knew it.

But it was wrong.

You were resisting each other, all the time. It was hard and wrong. He was your sister’s fiancee. But you knew that he wasn’t that much into her.

One night, while you were staying at the Winterfell castle for a while with your sister and family to get to spend time to know Jon, he had found you in the library in your nightgown, hair down. He had always seen you with hair up.

After talking for a little while, you two ended up arguing, as always. You reproached him how you didn’t trust him with your sister. What was his problem?

You clenched your jaw, getting irritated. "So tell me, what has she done?"

"She has done nothing. It is you. You have made this match impossible." He said, a little, just a bit irritated, and his voice filled with a hint of reproach.

"But i am leaving for HighGarden!" You said, your tone rising. He didn’t know you were leaving to the other end of Westeros. You had decided to leave to not disturb your mind with Jon. Or him. Or to let him be with your sister, knowing your heart was beating only for him.

"That is not far enough..!" His jaw clenched. He was conflicted.