With the arrival of the Lannisters in Winterfell, Jon's life was almost divided into before and after, and why? Because one person brought some, so to speak, doubts to his views and principles. Cersei's daughter and Roberta circled around him like a vulture waiting to take a bite.

Jon was never the kind of guy who thought only about his dick, he thought about something completely different, he had his own principles, he was not as self-confident and lustful as Greyjoy or Robb who was A little more delicate than his pirate friend. John wanted to turn into all black and go to the wall, to become a real knight. His thoughts were on swords and battles, not on booze and where to put his member like other impulsive guys his age who acted like dogs in heat when they saw a woman.

And the fact that this girl was hanging around him told John a lot, made him understand that with such women you need to be smarter, and he knew that for her he was a challenge because he didn’t fall at her feet, like other men of Westeros who dreamed of getting at least her look, but the fact that Jon did not give in did not mean that he did not feel anything, in the end inside, under these layers everything was still there was a man hiding, a boy who was devoid of affection and all that stuff.

Yes, he was going to go to the Wall, take an oath to renounce many worldly goods and women, he never hesitated, but now? He thought if he left them and gave this damn oath, then he would be for the rest of his life will be chained to her, will never be able to know what pleasure is, for which some people play wars, kill.

When everyone was sitting in the great hall enjoying the feast, delicious food and ellai, Jon left the hall to clear his head. The cold northern air caressed his skin, piercing the skin of his cheeks, and the frosty wind fluttering his dark curls, John sighed and headed to the training grounds, where no one was there that evening. John stood for a few seconds, lost in thought again, and then raised his sword several times He hit the dummy. But he stopped when he felt a presence nearby, and he didn't need to turn around, the gunman knew who was there.*