Summary: She didn't understand. Why do people always assume she was like her mother? Yes she was brought up with power and money and a King for a father but she was not him. Her mother may have been Cersei Lannister but she was Seraphina Baratheon. There is a difference. She wanted someone to love that would love her back. Was that so hard? Jon/OC, AU in parts of the show. Co – Written with WalkingPotterGirl14.

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Game Of Thrones was epic, last night. Didn't like Daenerys's acting like she owned the North.

Stags And Dragons

Chapter 4


Jon could not get his mind off of the young woman he had seen before he went to bed and when the sun rose, breaking into a new day his mind stayed on the woman as he followed Ghost down to the great hall for breakfast. He was still thinking about the dark-haired woman when his eyes settled on another dark-haired girl.

Seraphina was dressed in a light blue dress, a dress that reminded him of the woman from the night before. This dress however was made out of thick cotton and didn't have any flowers stitched onto the material. Jon could not help but think that she looked beautiful and when her eyes lifted from the table and connected with his, a smile had found its way onto his lips.

If he was to wake like this every morning with a beautiful Lady to greet him as he broke his fast then he would not complain or moan about anything else.

"Good morning Jon, I hope you rested well." she greeted waving him over to the spare seat beside her. It was then that Jon noticed the little blond boy beside her. Tommen had woken early just as his sister had and she had been kind enough to see if he wanted to go to an early breakfast without their mother. Tommen had agreed quickly feeling his belly rumble with hunger.

"I did Your Gr- Sera," he replied not wanting to tell her about the young woman he had seen. Seraphina liked the way he had called her Sera and she thought that it was not so bad being called that and wondered if she should ask more people to address her by that name. For some reason he felt it would not do to tell her about another woman who had gotten such a reaction out of him. He wanted her to like him and by doing that he would have to be careful with what he said. "I hope you rested well too."

"I did at first but for some reason I woke during the night and felt the need to look out of the window." she told him fiddling with the fork that she was using. Jon watched her carefully and he noticed that she did have light bruises under her eyes from the lack of sleep. "I swear of the gods that I saw a ghost last night." She muttered drawing Jon's eyes away from her lips, which he had watched intently as she spoke.

"There are no ghosts here at Winterfell, Old Nan used to tell us stories but Father said that they were only stories." Jon told her knowing why she was talking about ghosts. When he was younger there had been times he swore that he had seen ghosts as well.

"There was this girl, I couldn't see her face but I knew she was older than me. She had dark hair because it blended in with the night but she was wearing this really light dress. I would have thought it was white with the moon shining down on it but it was a pale blue." Sera went on not bother to reply to Jon's words. She wanted to tell him what she had seen; she felt it important that he knew what she had seen.

"You saw her -" Jon's words were cut off before he could even begin but he was sure of what he had heard. He was not the only one to have seen the woman. Lady Stark had entered the hall and when she spotted Jon with the princess and littlest prince she felt the anger brewing.

"Jon!" She snapped interrupting whatever it was he had said to the princess. She did not care what words spilled from his lips, she did not care that the princess seemed to be listening. All she cared about was the fact that a bastard was talking to the royal.

Jon's head snapped towards Lady Stark just as sharply as her words. He knew why she was calling him; he had gone against her wishes and was seated in the same room as a royal. Before Jon could say a thing to his father's wife she was standing in front of him, her frown showing that she was angrier than he had thought.

"What are you doing here Jon? Do you not remember the conversation we had?" She seethed at him trying to keep her temper in check as she was sure she would not make a great impression on the princess. Jon opened and closed his mouth trying to find the words that would supply her with an answer but he could not think of anything that would get him out of trouble.

"Lady Stark, Jon has been most helpful this morning." Sera supplied for both Jon and Lady Stark. She knew what Catelyn was talking about and wanted to stop her before she could shout at Jon and further hurt him. Catelyn was picking on him because he was a bastard, Jon had said as much last night when her uncle had left them alone. Seraphina could feel the anger bubbling within her but she did not want to display such anger in front of Tommen. Her little brother had seen enough fury from Joffrey.

"Jon has been so kind as to offer to guide me around Winterfell. He actually insisted that he had nothing to do and it would be his honour to please me." Sera added hoping that she would help take away Lady Stark's anger from Jon if it seemed he was being helpful.

"Oh, well I hope you enjoy yourself Your Grace." Lady Stark muttered to her, shock having taken the best of her as she stuttered at the beginning before finding something to say. "I will speak with you later!" She told Jon sternly before turning away from the table and storming out of the hall. Sera couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips and she hoped that it was not too obvious what she was smiling about.

"You did not need to help me." Jon muttered weakly feeling ashamed that she had to fight his battle with Lady Stark when he could not. Was it his fault that he because so flustered? He knew he would have dealt with it if he had time to but she had already helped him before he could show that he was capable of looking after himself.

"Of course I did Jon; after all it is my fault she was shouting at you." Sera muttered resting her hand on his arm when he went to stand and remove himself from the table. "Do not think yourself as just a bastard. You are more than that, I don't think Lord Stark would allow you to stay here if he did not think the same thing." she explained to him giving him her soft smile before turning to face Tommen who had tugged on her sleeve.

Jon thought about what she had said and a part of him wondered if she was right. Was there something about him that his father had noticed? Was he more than just a bastard as Sera had said? He wished that she was true because he would give more than anything to mean something and be more than just the bastard many had seen him as.

Jon turned his eyes to Sera and took in her appearance once again. Her hair was down loose, with no braid in her hair this time like it had been last night. She was wearing the same golden lily hair pin he had seen the night before and wondered if it held some sentimental feeling for her. The light blue dress she was wearing was fitting and let everyone know that she was a beautiful young woman and Jon did not know if he liked the dress. It would mean other men would look at her and he did want that. If he was going to take her to take her around Winterfell then she was going to have to cover herself with a cloak before they even left the castle. Jon pushed away his chair and stood, the loud noise caught both Sera and Tommen's attention and he gave them a look with raised eyebrows.

"Are we going to start this tour or are we staying inside all day?" He asked waiting as they both stood from their chairs and followed him out of the hall.

Rain had begun to fall around the castle of Winterfell and Sera was thankful that Jon had agreed to show them the courtyards and the Wolfswood on a different day. She knew that her mother would not be pleased to find that two of her children had been running around in the rain which would then cause them to catch a fever. It was only little Tommen and Seraphina that had the pleasure of spending more time with Jon, Myrcella had felt the chill from Winterfell and wished to sped her time in front of a burning fire with Sansa. They were both chatting about true love while they stitched new things that would look pretty. Joffrey was probably getting up to no good or still resting in his chambers; Seraphina didn't really care about him.

Jon had leaded them around twists and turns throughout the morning but now they were walking down a dark hall which was barely lit. Tommen was scared and Seraphina could tell from the way his hand clung onto the skirts of her dress and stumbled after Jon as he led them towards a golden glow at the end of the hall. As they grew closer to the glow, Sera noticed that it was a large chamber without a door to conceal it from the hall. Jon led them through the arch and Sera realised that she had been wrong to assume that this was another chamber. Instead Jon had leaded them into the portrait room, not stopping until he rested beneath a dark haired man that reminded Sera of Jon.

Seraphina's eyes travelled along the walls until she stopped at the one Jon were smiling at as he gazed at the man who donned a crown. Although she had noticed the similarities between the two she could not help but think that this was Jon if he was only older, but before she could say anything Jon interrupted her.

"This was the man I was named after, King Jon Stark." Jon was proud to be named after someone important and he let the feeling leak in his voice as he spoke. His eyes turned to Sera, giving her a bright smile before he looked down to Tommen and crouched by his side. "He was the King in the North and head of House Stark before the War of Conquest. There was a time when these sea raiders landed in the east and he marched there with his men and drove them away. After they fled, he built the castle Wolf's Den at the mouth of the White Knife so they could defend the river in case they came back." Jon's voice was full of wonder as he spoke from excitement to help Tommen understand.

Seraphina was sure that he told stories to Bran and Rickon in this voice and the thought of Jon making up things or tell his brothers their history brought a smile to her lips as she turned her eyes back tot he portrait of his name sake. Her eyes wandered over the man's features slowly and she could see so many similarities between the two Jon's, this Jon beside her now definitely was a member of the Stark family and there was no way to deny that.

Her eyes then drifted toward the portrait next to King Jon's and she stepped closer to the image of a beautiful woman that had dark hair but it was lighter than King Jon's. She had bright blue eyes and she had skin that seemed to shine through the portrait, Seraphina hoped that if she had any portraits made of her in the future than she would want it to be as beautiful as this one.

"Who is that?" She asked Jon interrupting his entertaining conversation with Tommen when she could no longer keep her questioning mind form speaking. She had gotten that form her Uncle Tyrion, something her mother hated deeply.

"That is Queen Gabriella of the Stormlands, there was a marriage alliance between her and King Jon and they ended up married." Jon explained getting up from his crouch and standing beside Sera while Tommen looked at him with wide eyes. Tommen may have been young but he had been paying attention during his lessons.

"You have the blood of the First Men!" The little boy exclaimed clearly amazed at this news as he rushed over to look at other paintings around the room dragging Jon with him so he could tell the boy about the history behind each ancestor. Seraphina followed behind them slowly and noticed that they had stopped in front of a picture of the recent Stark family, Lord Eddard and his Lady along with their five children. She noted that Jon was not in the picture but there was a small painting of him beside the larger on.

As her eyes wandered back to the images of Lord Stark as a young boy her eyes settled on a familiar face. The young woman was very beautiful and Sera couldn't help but feel that she had seen her before. She took in the paintings detail closely stopping when she settled on the woman's eyes. They were the same grey eyes that Jon held; Seraphina lowered her eyes and took in the girl's face. They also shared the same high cheek bones and dark, curling hair. She dropped her eyes to the bottom of the portrait and caught a glimpse of the name.

'Lyanna Stark.'

Seraphina had heard many things from her father about Lyanna Stark and she knew that her mother disliked the woman and hated when her father mentioned her in conversation. Her father had explained to her how he was going to marry her before she was murdered by Rhaegar Targaryen and how she could have been Seraphina's mother. Her mother had seethed when she heard her father utter these words and then later told Sera that Lyanna Stark was a wild woman who defied the gods and she received her punishment through death.

It was clear to Sera that her mother hated Lyanna Stark and her father in return, she could see it in the looks her mother sent him when they were together. Seraphina knew that if her mother didn't love having so much power she would no longer be with her father but she craved for as much power as being Queen Regent. Her Uncle Tyrion had told her that there was a time that her mother was in love with her father but then as the years went by she fell out of love with him as he whored his way through his drunken life.

Although her mother hated her father and muttered horrid things about him to her daughter, Seraphina couldn't help but love the man as he was always kind to her and showed that he loved her. Seraphina believed that her father loved her more than her mother did but she knew that she would never admit it out loud in her mother's presence. As she thought of her mother her eyes darted back to the painting and she also noticed that her little brother and Jon had joined her and were staring at the painting as well.

"You look like her." Tommen told Jon pointing at the painting of Lyanna Stark and as Sera followed his gaze to the young woman she took in the dark hair and grey eyes something that both Jon and Arya had. It surprised Sera that the two dark-haired children were Ned Stark's and not Lyanna Stark's children. As she stared harder at the painting she realised that this was the woman she had seen last night. Although she did not see the woman's face properly she knew that it was here, there was no denying it and she noticed as well that the woman had Jon's high cheekbones.

Jon smiled at Tommen's words and turned to look at Seraphina before nodding toward the painting. There was mixed emotions in his eyes and Sera couldn't understand what they meant.

"That's my aunt, Lady Lyanna Stark, my father's sister; she was killed during the rebellion. My father tells us that Arya is most like her and I think that Sansa hates that she has nothing in common with her." He said quietly looking at the portrait quickly before turning back to Seraphina and giving her a strained smile. Seraphina could tell then that he didn't like to talk about family members that had passed, the ones he had talked about so far had all had connections to him - King Jon Stark the name and appearance and the Lyanna in appearance.

Seraphina gave him a smile not knowing what it was like to lose a loved one that was part of her family - she had lost her Uncle Jon but she know that it was not the same. Seraphina looked back at the portrait of Lyanna before turning to face Jon; she noticed the similarities between once again but decided to ignore them for now.

"She's beautiful Jon, Arya looks like her; she will grow into a beautiful young woman when she gets older." Seraphina told him turning back to look at the handsome man beside her, but she found he was looking down at little Tommen. Her brother was staring at the portrait on the opposite wall where all the past King's portraits were hung in order of their reign.


Tommen was looking at them all in awe and before Seraphina could blink he was running over to stand in front of them before turning back and facing Jon. Seraphina had never seen Tommen look so happy in a place that wasn't home, but she was happy that he had managed to get comfortable in an unusual place. She wanted Tommen to stay this happy even when they travelled back to King's Landing.

"Are these kings?" Tommen exclaimed finding this exciting as he never got told about the old King's at home and he loved to listen to the old stories about the history of Westeros. Tommen was one that wanted to learn and he would make a better King than Joffrey because he learnt from the past King's and their mistakes and was ready to help his people if he needed to. Tommen was a kind loving boy and he was better than Joffrey on any day.

"Centuries ago, yes, before Aegon The Conqueror. There were many King's before Aegon took over and there only became one King." Jon told him proudly as he pointed atone portrait and went into an explanation about him, telling Tommen many of the stories that surrounded the King's. Seraphina couldn't help but think that Jon would one day become a great father and she envied the woman that sired his children.

She was not jealous of the thought of another woman having his children but the idea did not settle well within her stomach. She had just gotten to know him well and she did not want she strange woman coming into their lives and taking him away from her. She was not jealous.

She wanted to be his friend, she wanted to be there for him while she was staying in Winterfell, she didn't want to be a stranger to him, and she wanted to be his friend. She knew that whatever was growing between them now would bloom into a strong friendship and she didn't want it to be ruined by someone coming in between them. Just thinking about it made her feel unsettled and she didn't like it.

She tried to shake the feeling off as she walked with Jon to the arch that lead back to the hallway, Tommen was starting to tire from all the walking and Seraphina knew that he normally had nap during this time of day. As they stepped out of the portrait room Tommen stumbled with each step until Jon picked him up when he nearly fell flat on his face. She would have laughed at her little brothers actions had she not felt sorry for the boy.

"We should take him to his chambers." She muttered resting her on Jon's arm lightly as he led the way to the side of the castle that they had been staying in. They stayed quiet during the small walk to Tommen's chamber and when they reached the large oak door, Jon pushed the door with a struggle as he didn't want to wake Tommen who had now fallen asleep.

Jon placed him down gently on the bed and stepped back as Seraphina pulled his boots of his feet before covering him with the thick furs before bending down to place a kiss on her brother's forehead. Tommen shuffled in his sleep, turning on his side before mumbling and leaving the chamber in silence. Jon took hold of Seraphina's arm and pulled her out of the little Prince's chambers softly before closing the wooden door and looking at the princess. The two stared at each other for a while before Sera decided to ask him if he would take her to the Godswood.

Jon agreed to show her the Godswood and they both set out through the hallway and down the winding stairs which led them into the entrance hall and by the doors. Jon had opened the large door and out into the muddy courtyard, Seraphina followed after him and almost slipped when her boots touched the mud. A squeal of laughter hissed through her teeth as she quickly grabbed hold of Jon's arm to keep from falling.

"Be careful Phina," he whispered to her placing a hand on her elbow to keep her steady as they walked through the muck towards the forest. Jon was content with being this way with Seraphina and he knew that if their friendship grew from now it would be strong and worth fighting for. Seraphina was sure her fingers were digging into Jon's arm but he did not say a word about it and she just assumed it was fine.

Her eyes caught onto some shadow moving in the entrance hall and she focused on Lady Catelyn as she frowned at Jon. Did she not like the fact that it was the bastard that was getting on so well with the princess and not her son? Robb was a nice boy from the few minutes she had spoken to him but she preferred Jon, she knew that there was a special bond between them from the beginning. Something stirred inside her stomach at the look that Lady Stark was giving Jon and before she could stop herself she gave her a bright smile and took hold of Jon's hand, tugging on it in the direction she knew the forest to be in. She hoped she was leading him the right way by following the trees she could see in the distance and when Jon followed her and took the lead she knew she was right.

It did not seem that Jon minded that she had taken his hand and as his fingers wrapped around her own an actual smile appeared on her face instead of the large, fake one she had given Catelyn.


The sun was out now but there were still dark clouds in sight and Seraphina hoped that if it rained it would be light and when they were making their way back form the Godswood. As they drew closer to the forest Sera was taken back by the beauty of the mystical colours of the leaves and the flowers growing around the tree trunks. The forest itself was bright and Seraphina could see a pattern as they stepped into the Godswood and leading her over to a small lake. The top of the forest was full of greens, reds and the occasional brown and yellow from the leaves and their changing colours. The fascinating leaves lowered onto dark bark which filled the forest with the a dark, almost frightening look until the sun shined through the colourful leaves and brightened the tree trunks and made them look mystical instead of scary. The ground was covered in plush green grass and bright, beautiful flowers ranging from roses and unknown wild flowers Sera had never seen before.

It was mystical. She knew she had said it before but her words had been limited from the breath-taking view. She hardly noticed when Jon pulled her over to the Weirwood tree until he released her hand and she noticed the lack of warmth. Her eyes snapped to him and he nodded his head toward the stunning white tree with vividly red leaves that reminded her of blood.

"This is the gods we worship." Jon told her softly resting his hand on the white bark as he closed his eyes as if giving them a quick pray before opening them and looking right into her blue orbs. The look her was giving her took her breath away and she was once again lost for words because of a stunning beauty.

"It's beautiful, Jon, truly beautiful." Seraphina told him feeling the need to rest her hand against the white tree as well. Her dark blue eyes took in the Weirwood tree and Jon turned to look at her and watched in amazement as her eyes flashed from dark to light blue before settling on a colour between the two.

"My brother Bran thinks the Children of The Forest became trees to protect the Northerners and Wildlings from White Walkers and wights. Old Nan used to tell us stories during the winter nights, she was trying to scare us and it worked until father told us they were just stories." He told as Ghost strolled into the clearing they were in and sat by Jon's feet keeping his gaze on Seraphina in case she did something to his Jon. Seraphina glanced down at the direwolf sensing that he was staring at her and quickly flicked her eyes back to Jon.

"Will you tell me a story about them? One your Old Nan told you, I would love to hear them." Sera asked intrigued, she had heard her Uncle Jamie joke about them to her mother and Uncle Tyrion. Her uncle did not believe in the old myths and she knew her mother did not believe in them and she was not sure if her father did. The only person she knew believed in them was her Uncle Tyrion, he told her many times about the stories he had heard through his years.

"The stories are frightening, are you sure you want me to tell you?" He tease playfully dropping down to sit on a trunk that looked to have rested on the ground for a while. Seraphina laughed at Jon's words before dropping down to sit next to him, looking him in the eye as she did so.

"I'm not frightened, Jon. I have had the pleasure of hearing horrid stories before." she told him waiting for him to start with the story and not to pity her because she was a woman. Jon laughed then after she slipped the words from her lips and Seraphina noticed that it sounded rusty, like he hardly laughed and it hurt when he did. She felt a lot of sadness consume her at the thought of him not laughing a lot, she hardly laughed but she did have those times with her uncles, her father and her two younger siblings were she could not help but laugh.

"The White Walkers come from beyond the wall, the lands of Always Winter; Old Nan told us that many stories about them but one story I remember scared Robb and me when we were younger. I remember us hiding under Robb's bed until our father found us and tried to calm us down by telling us that Old Nan's stories were just stories." Jon started looking around the Godswood as he rested his gaze on Ghost.

"8,000 years before your father's rebellion, a winter known as the Long Night took over Westeros and lasted a generation. In the darkness of the Long Night, the cold was terrifying people and not many survived the long winter. It was then that the White Walkers descended upon Westeros from the farthest north, from the Lands of Always Winter." Jon's words seemed to keep Seraphina captivated and as he continued to tell her the story she moved closer to him on the trunk without realising it.

"No one knew why they came or where they came from but they killed all in their path, the dead cam back as wights and started killing the living at the White Walkers command. Eventually the people of Westeros rallied together and started the War for the Dawn. It was thought that the White Walkers brought with them the Long Night and they thought by defeating them the summer would return. During the conflict the White Walkers were defeated and driven back into the uttermost north and The Wall was raised to prevent their return." Jon told her turning his eyes to her now instead of looking off into the forest as he told her the story of their past.

He took in her awestruck look and became shocked at the distance between them. She was so close to him that he could feel the heat coming from her body. In this moment he thought she looked beautiful, not that she didn't before but he could see the wonder in her eyes as she took in his words. He wondered why she became so fascinated by the stories of their past because this wasn't the first time he had seen that look in her eyes. When they were in the portrait room she had the same wondrous look present in her eyes.

Seraphina caught him staring at her and the blood rushed to her cheeks from his intense gaze before she gave him a bright smile, which Jon thought was such a beautiful smile. To his shock he took her hand and squeezed her fingers lightly causing her to give him another smile, one he returned to her. Jon was taking in by her beauty that he only saw her lips moving and not taking in her words.

"What?" He spat out shocking her and himself from his loud and unexpected question. He felt his face flush from embarrassment before he clenched his teeth together and waited for Seraphina to laugh at him like many other people would. Instead he was surprised when she gave him a soft smile and pulled his hand to rest in her lap.

"Is that why they created the Night Watch? Is that why people take the Black?" She asked him again not taking her eyes off him as she spoke. He was amazing and she didn't understand why other people couldn't see that. Jon nodded, stumbling over his words before clearing his throat and then looked away from her to stare in the direction he knew The Wall to be in.

"Yes, many men join the Night's Watch to protect us from the threats of White Walkers, although they do it from punishment and not honour. My Uncle Benjen is a member of the Night's Watch; he took the Black for honour of his family. I... I wanted to join, but Uncle Benjen told me it wasn't for me and father didn't want me to waste my life by going the Night's Watch. He told me that he would make sure that Lady Stark did not send me somewhere I did not belong. My father told me that as long as he was alive, I was still his son and had a right to live in Winterfell." he explained for her and she felt a small amount of anger bubble in her stomach. Jon was going to leave and make his vows because he did not feel welcome here at Winterfell, she would never understand how he truly felt and she didn't understand why he should ever feel like that. "I know that she does not want me here and that is why I have decided to leave and find my way when the royal party leaves. I will not be a failure trapped within these walls." he told her, confessing to her words that he had only thought to himself. He had not dared to tell anyone in case they decided to tell his father and he ordered him to stay.

Seraphina felt the small anger she felt grow into something uncontrollable and she knew it was because of the way Lady Catelyn treated Jon. Why could she not feel compassionate towards the boy? Did she not know what it meant? Did she blame him because her husband cheated and lied to her? By the seven what was wrong with the woman? Was she afraid of Jon? Was she afraid of what he could accomplish if he tried? Was she afraid that he would become a threat to Robb, the rightful heir to Winterfell?

She was anger. She knew she was anger and she hated it. When she got angry she thought herself like Joffrey because she wanted to hit what brought her anger on. She would not lower herself to become like Joffrey and she knew her anger was part of her Lannister blood, she had seen her mother get anger, she had felt her mother's anger. She did not want to give into her Lannister side, she was a Baratheon and she would control the lion's blood inside her and stay a Baratheon.

"You are not a failure Jon Snow and I will help you prove that to everyone that had doubted you. I will speak to my father and I will beg him to take you to King's Landing with us when we return." she pledged to him grasping his hand within her own and turning to face him so he would be able to tell that she was being honest to him. She felt no need to lie to him and she wanted him to be happy.

Seraphina had this need to help all bastard, especially those that her father had sired, but this feeling growing inside her was not because Jon was a bastard. She wanted to help him because she cared.

"I am grateful of your words, but you don't need to do that for me." Jon muttered honestly not wanting her help but happy that she seemed to want to offer it. He did mot want her to pity him and give him things because she felt the need to make him happy.

"Jon, I will do this whether you want me to or not." She cried out glaring at him as he tried to say no once again. He looked into her eyes then and he saw the same look that he had noticed when they spoke about their history. She found him fascinating and because of that he nodded his head in agreement.

As she spotted his head nodding in agreement to her request she leant forward to place a kiss on his cheek, but Jon seeming to see her get closer to him turned to see what she was doing and her lips pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

They both pulled away quickly, feeling their faces flushing with their heated blood. Jon rose to his feet and took a few steps away from the princess trying to clear his mind from what had happened while Seraphina closed her eyes and shouted at herself in her head. Why would she do that? It was not her and she shouldn't have done that! It obviously made him uncomfortable and she possibly ruined their friendship.

"Jon..." She started only for him to snap his head in her direction and gave her a painful look. He ran his hands through his thick curls and took in Ghost who was now on his paws and growling at Sera.

"I should take you back to the castle, before it rains." He told her quickly taking a few steps in the direction of the castle before turning to face her and wait for her to join him.

Seraphina sighed deeply and pushed herself from the trunk and stepped lightly over to Jon, careful not to get too close to him or his defensive direwolf. She could already tell that Jon was pushing himself away form their growing relationship.

Seraphina sighed deeply and pushed herself from the trunk and stepped lightly over to Jon, careful not to get too close to him or his defensive direwolf. She could already tell that Jon was pushing himself away form their growing relationship. She felt unhappy, she was confused at how she had ruined something good, something that was going to become meaningful to her and now because of something stupid she was going to lose Jon.

She sighed as she followed Jon back to the castle and she watched from the corner of her eye as he walked her through the village and through the castle until they stopped at her chambers. She mumbled a quick goodbye before he could leave her standing at her door alone before sighing deeply and pushing the wooden door open.

It wasn't fair.

She wanted things to be fine between her and Jon; she wanted things to be normal again. She wanted Jon to come to King's Landing with her but she knew he wouldn't do so now because of how uncomfortable it was between them. Seven hells help her, she thought as she sniffled and wiped away her angry tears as she opened the window and looked out into the distance in hope that she would get a glimpse of the ocean. She knew she wouldn't so she settled her gaze on the forest and mountains not caring that the wind was blowing her hair roughly, so it caressed her face with each blow.

She was a fool, and she had ruined everything.

The wind blew roughly.


So they kissed, and Jon's not pleased with himself. Enjoy and review :)