You were the Stark starter trainer, always were there for help the Stark family and so were them.

You always did little favors, help Arya to train, Bran to study the others houses, Sansa to braid her hair, and when Ned was chill, you even could go to small hunts with Robb and Jon.

But now, the favor he asked you is a bit more intimate.

"I'm sorry i had to ask you for this." He said, sitting on the bed. "My dad wanted me to ask for Ros, but i just thought it would make things worse-" he cutted himself when you took off your shirt.

He didn't jumped at you, didn't roughly pulled you. He just let his eyes absorve the vision of you, draw your figure.