There she sat, in the mess hall of the Night’s Watch, the girl of Stark, Jon’s sister, half-sister. She was similar to his bastard friend in the Northern tinge of her voice and the grey of her eyes, different in the way that Grenn’s eyes never lingered on Jon like this, his heart never sped up like it was going to beat out of his chest at the sound of Jon’s voice. No, she was another matter entirely.

Jon had warned Grenn when his sister made it to The Wall, after the siblings tearful reunion, he warned all his brothers at the watch, though he did warn Grenn especially. ‘Do not touch my sister’.

He had nodded and agreed, of course, mostly to appease his friend, he owed him that much atleast, after their time together.

And he would not…Until she wanted him to.