You were betrothed to the oldest ally of the great House of Stark, the Reeds of Greywater Watch. Your birth was sandwiched in between Sansa and Arya, forgotten along the way. You had similar characteristics to both young lady’s, you were dutiful and calm like Sansa yet slightly fiery and smart like Arya, a perfect balance. To say Sansa was angry you were betrothed before her was an understatement, when the tall sickly Reed boy, Jojen Reed, arrived by caravan to take you away to the Neck, she didn’t even say goodbye.

Jojen Reed was a quiet and calculated boy, nothing could break his aloof demeanor. His tall stature walked closer towards the front of the travelling group, he had the most perculiar moss green eyes and messy brown hair with uneven streaks of blonde. The poor boy was often sick, having fits regularly as he suffered from Greywater fever as a boy. He had a certain wisdom about him, like he had lived a thousand years unlike his 16 years, he always spoke in casual rhymes and metaphors and wise advice.

You settled into the Neck quickly as weeks passed by and the Crannogmen were thrilled to have you. You and Jojen bonded casually over supper and arranged meetings, he intriguided you. He was a romantic, often picking weeds and flowers for you and complimenting you.

There was a certain way and aura of Jojen Reed that very few people understood, it was the way he carried himself and spoke, the way he walked and practically glided across wooden floorboards. You had memorised his footsteps before his knuckles had even rapped the door.

Later, after you had finiahed lunch, he invited for a walk.

Both of your footsteps were absorbed by the peat of the riverbank. Soon you both found a dry patch to lay, admiring the wildflowers, some were colours you didn’t even think possible. The conversation died down wnd his head tipped back, he kept supporting himself by his foreheams as he laid down, the sunlight perfectly framing his face. He seemed so much older like this, like he was eons older rather than a few months. His eyes fluttered shut. You’re overwhelmed by the grassy smell of his skin as a breeze whispered between you both.

Jojen slowly looks back up at you as you lean in close, resting your nose against his as his eyes soften. You heard his breath catch as he leaned in and your lips touch.