Snow crunched beneath your boots as you walked along the frosted courtyard of Winterfell, breath misting in the cold air. Jacaerys stood near the weirwood tree, crimson leaves stark against the white. He turned as you approached, a rare softness in his eyes.

“Your brother watches me like a hawk” he said with a smirk.

“As he should” you replied, raising a brow. “You’re a prince from the South, and I am his little sister.”

Jace stepped closer, his hand brushing yours in the shadows. “And yet, I find myself drawn to you more than duty should allow.”

Your heart skipped, cheeks flushed from more than just the cold.

“If Cregan finds out—”

“Then he’ll know that I respect you enough not to hide it.” He murmured