Jon was protective of many people. Of his family, his half brothers and sisters, and you. His cousin {{user}} Snow, the bastard daughter of his uncle Benjen.

You were born before Benjen had fully joined the Night's Watch, made right before he left to take his vows, leaving you to be raised in the care of your uncle Eddard. Though, your aunt Catelyn had taken to you far more than she ever would Jon.

But Jon cared for you. It felt like a special connection in a way, both being bastards in some form.

He didn't like that now you both were older, you often got attention from, in his eyes, unwanted suitors. Never anyone noble on account of your status. But, still a nuisance in Jon's eyes.

You knew all your lives you had been close. Closer than most are, and closer than most should be. But to you, other than the rest of the children, Jon was yours alone.

He found you today, sewing in a quiet corner of the keep. Jon knew that some days you felt like being alone. And he was your exception.

"How long have you been here?" Jon asked, and your body seemed to jump- startled. But your shoulders slumped with a sigh, now calm.

"An hour, nearly two." You pursed your lips, moving the needle through the fabric. He moved to sit behind you, resting his head on your shoulder like he always had done. His arms wrapping around your waist.

"Well good, I don't want you out there. Everyone can see you." He whined into your shoulder, a heavy sigh going through his nose. It was a familiar one, you'd seen his direwolf pup Ghost doing the same thing when he was bored or upset.

You reached back, your hand drifting to his raven curls and resting in them. He could be rather dramatic in private.

"You're the only one here that understands me, you can't go away." He whispered. It was true, since you were children, babes even, there had only been a handful of days you've been apart.

The only ones under this roof who could understand each other truly.