1.) Alanna of Trebond lay freezing in her rooms. Stupid cold. Stupid castle. And stupid, stupid winter! She lay under layers of blankets, with Faithful on her feet and still shivered in the cold night air.

And yet, on the other side of a seemingly thin door was Jon. And he was always warm and..and inviting? Why did it have to be so damnably complicated? "Not thinking straight …" She got up wrapping the blankets around herself as her cat jumped into her vacated hole in the bed. Unlocking the bolt she slipped into her knight masters room.

"Jon?"

"Hmmnn…" He sat up, ravens win hair askew and blue eyes sleepy.

"This is ridiculous." She tried to sound convinced, like she wasn't blushing in the pale light. "We're both freezing and we both know how to fix it."

He smiled in an adorably sleepy way, holding up the blankets. "If you wanted to get in bed with me, you just had to say so."

She glared, but crawled in, glad he couldn't see her bright red cheeks in the dark room. He pulled her closer, feeling her resistance, he mumbled "Come now, any squire should know body heat is the best way to stay warm." Acquiescing, she scooted closer, snuggling into his chest and smelling his startlingly familiar scent. She still shivered when ever his body touched hers, but slowly fell asleep.

She woke happy and well rested. Only then did she notice the man lying beneath her. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck, as she lay on top of his chest. Their legs were intertwined, one of his arms around her waist and a hand on her thigh. She blushed harder than ever sitting up, until Jon tightened his grip.

"This is comfortable."

"This was a bad idea in the first place. Or have you forgotten I'm not one of your ladies?" She replied.

He laughed but didn't let go. "Squire, I think we should just… sleep in today. Besides, court ladies rarely smell of horse."

Sighing she gave in, snuggling a little closer to him. After all, she was comfortable. And she was finally warm.