Jon had been sparring with Robb under the ever watchful eye of Ser Rodrik when he got the summons from his lord father. Robb was stronger and bigger than him, but Jon was quicker and far more graceful. He managed to get in two hits on Robb before he managed to even get one on him. But boy, the hits Robb did get in hurt like hell. Robb had managed to get a couple of hard hits in on his arms and shoulders, and he knew that he'd be feeling it tomorrow. But for each bruise he had, he had made sure that Robb had the same amount.
Their direwolf pups, Ghost and Greywind, were watching the match with a curious interest. They had found the wolfs, after their father had executed the deserter from the Night's Watch. There had been six of them, one for each of the Stark children and himself, even though he was but a Snow. Ghost was the runt of litter, white, with red eyes; an albino. It only made sense that the bastard had gotten the runt, but Jon didn't mind. He felt a special bond with his little friend, that went beyond any such sentlements.
"Jon, your Lord Father would like a word. You are to be excused from the rest of the sparring this afternoon," the old Maester Luwin said. "You are to stay and keep sparring, Robb. Orders from your father," Luwin said when he saw Robb start to follow them.
"What does my father want, Maester?" Jon asked, confused to why his father would want to talk to him alone.
"If I knew then I would tell you, but as it is, I do not, so close your mouth and follow me to his solar."
Jon did as he was told, and followed Luwin into the castle of Winterfell, and into his father's solar.
The Maester knocked on the door. "Come in, Luwin, and Jon," Lord Eddard Stark said.
Jon followed him into the door and sat down across the desk from his father.
"Luwin, pray excuse us. This is a sensitive matter that I must discuss with Jon." Lord Eddard said.
The Maester bowed and left the room.
"Jon it is time we discuss your mother.