Jon

He was watching the boys practice in the yard from the window that allowed him to see the entire yard when he noticed that Ghost had moved away from him. Looking over his shoulder, he spotted his half-sister who resembled him so closely. Like him, she wanted to watch the fights between their brothers and the princes. He helped her onto the window and refocused on the match between Bran and Prince Tommen.

At this moment, Arya should have been with the septa, stitching with her little needle. Instead she was sitting with him, watching as their brother was swatting at the round prince.

"A shade more exhausting than needlework," Jon stated as he took note of both boys breathing heavily.

Arya quickly retorted, "A shade more fun than needlework." Such an Arya statement, he observed. There was no doubt that Arya much rather sweat with swords than be delicate with a needle. Glancing down at her, he wondered about the gift he had for her. She would love the thin little sword. No doubt that she would practice and learn how to wield it herself.

She asked why he wasn't down dueling. Being a bastard was something he wished he could change. It had its perks, like he didn't have to be part of the rest of his family at the feast the other night. He was able to drink as much wine as he pleased while his siblings were restricted to one cup. Other than that, it seemed like he had no benefits.

Lady Catelyn disliked him immensely because he was proof that his father was with another. He wasn't able to knock Prince Joffrey to the ground like he wanted. If he did, he'd probably be executed because of a few bruises marring the prince's pristine skin.

At the talk of arms, he stated, "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister."

Not completely true. Arya would have her own sword soon. Even though she needed to keep it a secret, she would have both the arms and the sword if she pleased. Jon, on the other hand, would always just have the sword.

Ser Rodrick called an end to Bran and Prince Tommen's bout and asked for Robb and Prince Joffrey to go another round. Robb could demolish Joffrey if given the chance; Jon had no doubt about it.

Joffrey, of course, caused a scene. The prince was a little shit, but he was afraid. Robb would embarrass him in the ring, so he sought out to embarrass Robb outside of it.

"Come and see me when you're older, Stark. If you're not too old," the prince taunted, which caused the Lannister men to laugh. Robb, on the other hand, began to curse and move towards Joffrey.

Jon couldn't help but feel disappointed when Theon pulled Robb back. It was probably best that Theon had done so, but Joffrey had just torn at Robb's pride. No way would his half-brother forget that.

Theon kept hold of Robb until the Lannister party was well out of sight. One day, Joffrey and Robb would meet in a ring and his brother would make the prince eat his own words.

Looking at Arya, he warned her about Septa Mordane, which caused his little sister to go into a passionate rage.

"Nothing is fair," Jon stated before walking away from her with Ghost moving with him. Arya would surely get in trouble, the poor girl. Was it her fault that she was so adventurous? Their father repeatedly said that Arya reminded him of his deceased sister. Did anyone hold Lyanna's nature against her like they did with Arya?

After taking a few steps he realized that Ghost was no longer brushing against his leg. Instead, the wolf was looking out another window. Curious as to what captured the quiet wolf's attention, he walked towards the albino and looked out the window.

He didn't see it at first. All he saw was Joffrey who had clearly just fallen into a rogue bit of dung near the Great Hall. The prince was complaining and demanding that the Lannister men to clean off the prince's fine clothing. He also heard Theon's loud chuckles, which made Jon think that his brothers and Theon had seen Joffrey's embarrassing moment.

But that wasn't what Ghost was focused on. Instead, the wolf was looking at the roof of the Great Hall, where a cloaked figure was peeking down at embarrassing moments. When the figure turned its face towards Jon and his wolf, he realized that the cloaked figure had to be the white woman that Bran had seen near the bridge.

He watched as she lifted a single finger to her mouth, a motion for Jon to be quiet. She smiled mischievously before disappearing.

A white owl then flew from the roof.