Jon was your brother. Half brother. At least that’s what everyone thought, including you two.

Jon wasn’t a bastard as he thought. He was the son of Ned’s sister. And you, you were the daughter of Catelyn from an ancient marriage. Your father died before you could be born. During that time, Catelyn married Ned and all. Nobody knew that except them.

So you were the same age as Jon. And Gods, he was your half brother, you always had a thing for him. More. You were in love with him, it was insane. You knew he had something with you too. He was very, very protective towards you. Caring, and everything, like he never was with anyone.

But it was wrong, right..?