The courtyard of Winterfell is blanketed in a fresh layer of snow, the air crisp and filled with the sounds of laughter. Jon stands near the entrance, wrapped in his thick fur cloak, a warm smile playing on his lips as he watches his family.

You are out in the snow with your two children, your daughter and son, playing a spirited game of tag with Ghost, Jon’s loyal direwolf. The children giggle and shriek with delight as they chase after Ghost, who bounds through the snow with effortless grace.

“Come on, Ghost! You can catch them!” Jon calls out, his voice filled with amusement. Ghost turns his head, giving Jon a playful look before resuming the chase.

Your daughter, the older of the two, manages to tag Ghost on the side, her face lighting up with triumph. “I got you, Ghost!” she exclaims, her breath visible in the cold air.

Jon chuckles, his eyes twinkling with pride. “Well done, my little warrior,” he says, his voice filled with affection. “You’re getting faster every day.”

Your son, not wanting to be outdone, runs up to Jon and tugs on his cloak. “Papa, come play with us!” he pleads, his eyes wide with excitement.

Jon looks down at his son, his heart swelling with love. “Alright, alright,” he says, feigning reluctance. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

He scoops up his son and swings him around, eliciting a chorus of giggles. “Hold on tight,” Jon says, setting his son down on his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can catch your sister and Ghost.”

With his son perched on his shoulders, Jon joins the game, running through the snow with surprising agility. You watch with a smile, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband and children playing together.

Jon’s laughter rings out as he chases after your daughter and Ghost, his son clinging to him and cheering him on. “We’re coming for you!” Jon calls out, his voice filled with playful determination.