I am so sorry guys, I really wanted to get this out for you like three days ago, but I'm in school and my arthritis is acting up again and so I've barely been able to get through classwork the past three days. This is really just a filler chapter for now, kinda short but I wanted to get something out.

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Ella wakes up feeling something hard against her backside. She's on her side, Jon holding her from behind, his warm body pressed against her back, face buried in her hair. He shifts a little in his sleep, something hard brushing up against her again. She feels a flush heat up her cheeks as she realizes what it is. She lays there for a moment before she gets an idea, carefully rolling over in his arms. He's fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. She brushes the black curls out of his eyes, her hand trailing down his chest, feeling the hard plains of his muscles.

She hesitantly takes his length in her hand, feeling the heavy weight of him as she grips him, careful not to squeeze too tightly. He groans a little, shifting, but he keeps his eyes closed. She starts to move her hand along his length, keeping a slow pace. His breathing picks up, his hand covering hers, stopping her movements.

"What are you doing?" His voice is thick with sleep, his eyes hooded as he stares down at her.

"It looked painful. Let me help you."

He adjusts her grip before moving his hand, letting her take over again. She moves her hand slowly, watching his face. His eyes are closed again, breathing heavily as she works him up, her pace quickening. He groans, his hand tangling in her hair as his hips move in time with her hand, the very idea of what's happening pushing him close to the edge. His little demure wife, his princess, working him up like this. He grows harder in her hand, swelling as he gets close to the edge. His hips jerk, a moan leaving his lips as he feels himself falling, the very air leaving his lungs as he twitches in her hand, releasing all over her hand and his chest.

He pants as he comes down from his high, going lax in his position. She releases him and he takes a breath, relaxing for a moment before getting up to grab his tunic, using it to clean them up. He climbs back in the bed after, pulling Ella against his chest.

"I could get used to waking up like that." He smirks, his hand running along her back.

She smiles, laying her head on his chest. "I'll help you as much as I can. You made me feel good, and I want to make you feel good too."

He kisses the top of her head. "My sweet little wife."

They fall into silence, the castle still quiet in the early morning. The air is still warm in the room, keeping them from the chilly air outside. They lay in comfortable silence, Ella almost asleep until her stomach rumbles painfully. She hadn't eaten enough at the wedding feast and now she's paying for her decision to let her fear worry her. Jon says nothing about the sound, still holding her to his chest. She relaxes further against him, wanting to enjoy the time they have to themselves, but her stomach rumbles again, Jon shifting beneath her.

"If your stomach growls any louder, you'll wake the whole castle." There's no hint of malice in his voice, not like her mother's would have held.

"Sorry." She feels her cheeks flush.

"You don't have to apologize for being hungry."

"I wish my mother shared the same view." She murmurs. She hadn't intended for him to hear it, but he had caught it anyway.

"She'd rather you go hungry?"

She rolls off his chest, laying on her back next to him. "She'd let me starve if that's what it took."

He's silent for a moment. "That's why she let you learn to fight."

She nods. "I used to take comfort in food. But for proper little princesses there's not much of an opportunity for exercise. So she let my Uncle Jaime train me to combat my excessive eating. 'Princesses aren't fat, Ellyana,' she told me once. I think she was afraid I'd turn out looking like my father."

Jon rolls onto his side again, looking down at her as he lets his free hand roam her body. "You'll want weight on you up here. It'll keep you alive when winter comes. Besides, if I wanted to hold something thin and sharp at night, I'd sleep with my sword." Ella smiles up at him, cupping his face. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I'll find a maid, get her to bring food up for us." He kisses her one more time before leaving the bed, pulling on his breeches before stepping out of the room.

Ella lays still for a moment before getting up as well. She's more sore than she had thought, limping over to the dresser to pull on a clean gown. No doubt her father will want proof of their consummation and she's surprised the maids haven't knocked down the door yet to take the sheet. She runs a brush through her hair, getting the tangles out from the night before. Jon comes back in with Ghost behind him, the Direwolf coming up to her and licking her hand. He's growing fast, larger than he had been when she'd first met him already.

She takes a seat at the small table in their room, scratching ghost's ears as Jon pulls on a clean tunic. He opens the door when there's a knock, a gaggle of maids coming in to change the sheets and deliver their breakfast. They're all talking and giggling, one of them stoking the fire back to life before they leave, half ushered back out by Jon.

She smiles at him after he closes the door. "You're very popular among the women of Winterfell."

She swears she sees a blush on his cheeks at her words. "Robb says it's my eyes. And my hair."

"He wouldn't be wrong."

He gives her a look as he sits across from her. "Your eyes were the first thing I noticed about you. And there are women in King's Landing that would kill to have hair like yours."

He laughs, grabbing a bit of food to put on his plate. "Nice to know you can find something you like about me."

She reaches across the table, putting her hand on his. "You're a very likable person, Jon. You were kind to me when I was at my most vulnerable. My mother had warned me about my wedding night since I first flowered. How it would hurt, how I would just lay there and let my husband finish and then pray he passed out afterwards. But you, you took care of me. You made me feel things I did not even know I was capable of feeling. I didn't know a man could do the things you did to me last night. So don't be self-deprecating. Your family loves you. And I care a lot about you too."

The Queen had summoned Ella to her not long after they broke their fast. Jon takes the opportunity to stretch his legs, going to find Robb and Theon in the tiltyard. They're both sparring, Theon taking a knock to the shoulder as he spies Jon.

"Tell me, Stark, have you ever seen him look that happy before?"

Robb turns, smiling at his half brother as he approaches. "Can't say I have. The princess must be quite the miracle worker."

"Amazing what can happen when you finally fall between a woman's legs."

Jon glares at them, grabbing his own sparring sword. "Oh, shut up."

"It must have been a good night. He even seems less tense." Theon says.

"Less brooding and definitely more relaxed." Robb says. "Surprised we're even being graced with his presence this morning. Figured he'd stay in bed all day making sweet love to his new little wife."

Jon swings at Theon, who luckily ducks out of the way before he can get a sword to the side of his head. They spar for a better part of the morning, Jon getting several hits in as payback for Theon's incessant comments about his activities the previous night.

"Must you go hunting with him?" Ella asks as her and Jon lay in bed in the early morning light. They'd only been married a few days now, and her father was eager to get out of Winterfell and do something, and what better than to do his favorite hobby: hunting.

"Your father requested I go with him personally." He says, running his hands up her sides.

She pouts, leaning down so she's hovering over him, her hair creating a curtain around them. "But what if I request you stay here with me, personally?"

"As much as I would prefer that, your father is still the King." He grips her hips, flipping them so he's hovering over her. "Besides. You'll be all mine when I return." He presses a kiss to her lips before climbing out of bed, pulling on his clothes.

She watches him dress, tucking herself back under the furs on his bed. He approaches her again once he's dressed, leaning down and kissing her again. "I'll be back soon." He looks over to where Ghost is laying by the fire. "Ghost." The Direwolf gets up, jumping on the end of the bed, laying himself by Ella's feet. "Take care of her for me, alright?" He runs his hand over Ghost's head, kissing Ella once more before taking his leave.

Ella stays in bed for a few more moments after Jon leaves, relishing in the warmth and quiet of their room. Ghost lays his head on her legs, watching her. She smiles, scratching behind his ears. "You take your job very seriously, don't you?" He blinks at her, making her smile. "Why don't we go find something to eat?"