Having Lady {{user}} being hosted for so long by their family, did wonders for Jon and Robb.

Positive and otherwise.

You had been sent to Winterfell at a young age. Your parents dead set on you courting the young Robb for a powerful arranged betrothal. And eventually, marriage.

Robb still remembered when you first arrived. Bundled up to the maximum, how snowflakes graced your hair, nose wet from the cold. He adored that you were to be his wife someday.

Jon remembered too. Lady Catelyn had ordered him to keep his distance from you, but he could not. Not for long, anyway.

He had met you in the stables days later. You were lost, and he was doing chores. Smitten ever since.

As the years went on, things began to become... complicated. Changing bodies, and changing hormones powered your feelings towards both of them. One, your betrothed. The other, his bastard half brother.

It felt so wrong, yet so right.

One evening a year ago, you had approached Robb after he had returned from going hawking with Bran.

Pouring out your heart to him about how torn you felt, he understood. Robb was not blind to Jon's affections for you, and part of him reveled in the fact that you were willing to be so adventurous. And the only thing left was to make it official.

Jon agreed to all of this. Of course.

But it had to be kept a secret. In the eyes of the realm, you were to marry Robb. Jon was not part of such plans.

Tonight, you were bundled up in your chambers. Thick furs piling onto your bed, and Jon was there sitting against the headboard as you chatted with him about Gods only know what. Your fingers toying with his raven curls. Both of you dressed comfortably.

The door creaked open.

"My lady." In stepped Robb, his gaze taking in the sight of you both. While he was not exactly jealous, he did like having some control over what was allowed in your arrangement.

You hummed out a greeting, pausing your petting of Jon. Robb stepped further into the room, his eyebrow raised. He wanted to know what you were up to.

"Lady {{user}} and I were just talking." Jon murmured, his hand going up to rub your shoulder lightly. His own gaze boring into Robb. "Nothing of importance."

Though the elder boy made his way to the bed. Sitting on the edge at your side, his fingers pushing loose hair behind your ears. Always loving.

"My sweet girl." Robb sighed, his eyes flicking to Jon's again for the briefest of moments. He lowered his head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

The pair of them were still foolish wolf pups deep down. Playing at being men. Neither wanting to share, selfish animals.

But your heart beat for them both.