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Jon stared after her until she disappeared from his sight then allowed Luwin to pull him down the hallway and up the stairs. He was shoved into a room to see Robb, Theon and the barber standing.
"Shirt off boy." The barber snapped as he ran a razor over Robb's cheek.
"What are we doing?" Jon asked but did as he was ordered and shrugged his shirt over his head.
"My mother wants us all to be in order when the King arrives." Robb told him. Jon nodded and threw his shirt over the back of a chair as he waited for his turn. "Gods Jon!"
"What has happened to your back?" Theon asked. "You look like you've been attacked by some kind of cat."
"That's one way to put it." Robb laughed.
Jon rolled his eyes but found the mirror and turned his back to it. Long, red scratch marks ran the length of his back and crescent shaped marks marred his shoulders. He had felt the marks but had never taken the time to look at them.
"Who did this to you?" Theon asked looking every bit as jealous as he sounded. "Did you go see Ros?"
"No." Jon said ignoring the other question. "I wonder how long they're going to stay."
"Probably just long enough to be irritating." Robb said, rolling his eyes.
Jon smiled and leaned against the table as he waited for his turn. He let his mind wander until finally the barber shoved him into the seat. "Shear him good!" Robb laughed as the barber pulled a knife through a chunk of Jon's curls.
Jon winced at the pulls to his hair, "I just hope today ends quickly."
And it did. The day was an absolute blur for Jon as he just moved through the motions. He tried throughout the day to get Delilah alone but Catelyn ensured this was not possible by keeping the miserable looking woman by her side. "I just need a moment." He tried to reason only to get the frown he'd learned to fear as a boy.
"Go." It was one word but that one word hit him in the gut like a knife.
He met Delilah's gaze over Catelyn's head and saw her opening her mouth to speak but the door shut in his face before he had the chance to hear her words. Jon resisted the urge to kick down the door and forced his feet to take him to his father's den. He had to know what was happening; not knowing was making him crazy.
He made it to the den in record time to see the door cracked open. Inside stood his father and brother locked in a heated discussion. "You're not serious?" Robb asked, his eyebrows nearly in his hairline.
"Unfortunately I am. I found out last night." Ned said shaking his head.
"He loves her, father. You can't do this."
"Do what?" Jon asked announcing his presence. Two sets of surprised eyes met his but both remained silent. "Do what?" he repeated stepping further into the room.
"Jon…" Ned began but was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Ben, now isn't a good time." He said when he saw his brother standing in the doorway.
"I just heard the news boy!" Benjen Stark exclaimed clapping a hand on Jon's shoulder. "I'm so proud of you!"
"For what?"
"'For what?'" Ben laughed. "For taking the Black. That's something to be proud of, boy."
Jon stared at his uncle for a moment then looked to his father. "You're sending me to the Wall?"
"It was discussed but nothing was decided. It will be up to you what you choose."
Jon stayed quiet as his mind worked through the events of the day. "What did you talk about with Delilah this morning?"
He didn't miss the look that passed between his brother and father nor did he miss the intake of breath from his uncle. "He doesn't know?" Ben asked Robb, sounding confused. "I would've thought telling your brother about your upcoming marriage would've been one of the first steps."
Jon felt his breath leave his lungs but couldn't seem to make himself inhale. He felt the blood leaving his face and his hands fist at his sides. "Marriage?" he whispered looking at his brother.
"I won't do it." Robb told him taking a step towards Jon.
"Did you negotiate this?" Jon asked his father. Ned shook his head. "Catelyn? Of course Catelyn." He said with a humorless laugh. "Well then, congratulations are in order."
"Jon, I told you…"
"That you won't do it." Jon interrupted. "No, you should. You can give her everything and I can give her nothing." He whispered bringing a hand to his hair. "If you'll excuse me. I have to get ready for dinner."
Jon ignored the calls of his family and stalked from the room, begging his knees to keep him upright until he was sure he was alone. 'She is to marry Robb. She will be Robb's wife.' The thoughts ran through his head, each revolution causing rage to flame in his stomach. 'And I'm going to the Night's Watch. At least I won't have to see them together.'
He heard a crunch beneath his feet and looked around to realize he had made it to the armory. A sound pulled his attention to the shadows and he watched as a small figure moved into the light. "What are you doing back there?"
"Preparing for a night with your family." The dwarf said bringing a flask to his mouth. "I've always wanted to see the wall."
Jon realized that he was the last to know about his impending trip north. "You're Tyrion Lannister. The Queen's brother."
Tyrion shot him a look and took another sip from his flask. "My greatest accomplishment. You are Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?"
Jon had heard the question a hundred times but it stung a little more this night. 'Which is why she's marrying my brother.' He thought. Anger at the man filled him and he turned to walk away.
"Did I offend you?" Tyrion called after him. "Sorry. You are the bastard, though?"
Jon watched the man approach him, his steps wobbly. "Lord Eddard Stark is my father."
"And Lady Stark is not your mother. Making you a bastard." Tyrion's words weren't cruel but Jon felt them wash over him. "Let me give you some advice, bastard. Never forget what you are; the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor. It can never be used to hurt you."
Jon stared down at the man as he turned to walk back to the castle. "What the hell do you know about being a bastard?"
"All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes." Tyrion brought the flask to his mouth again and then wandered back to the Keep, leaving Jon alone.
He turned to stare at the practice dummy in front of him and felt all the anger take hold of him. He drew his sword and pounded away at the dummy until his arm grew tired. With a heavy sigh he sheathed the weapon and spun on his heel, knowing dinner would start soon.
He stopped short when he saw Delilah watching him. "How long have you been there?" he asked.
"Awhile. Didn't want to interrupt."
"You should have." He told her, walking towards her slowly. "I've already congratulated my brother on your impending nuptials. I suppose the same should be offered to you."
Delilah bit her bottom lip and looked away from him to her hands, knotting in front of her. Jon resisted the urge to take her in his arms and stood his ground three feet from her. "Please don't use that tone with me."
"It's the only one I have."
"Liar." Her voice broke as a tear slipped from her eye.
Jon sighed and closed the gap between them, his hands sliding around her waist. Delilah threw her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Their lips met in a frenzied kiss, neither wanting to break for the required dose of oxygen until absolutely necessary. Jon pressed her body against the wall as she lightly ran her tongue across his.
A sharp clearing of a throat tore them apart but Jon did not release Delilah. He looked to his left to see his uncle standing, his face expressionless. "Dinner is being served as we speak. Lady Delilah, your absence is being questioned."
Delilah nodded then looked up to Jon. "See you later, love." She stated but Jon heard the underlying question.
"See you later." He said then took a step back to allow her to leave his embrace. He watched her go into the castle then looked to his uncle.
Benjen's mouth was set in a firm line that suddenly twitched into a smile. "I'll be damned! No wonder you were upset! She's gorgeous."
Jon smiled and shook his head. "She's so much more than that."
"You're in love with her?"
"Yes." Jon admitted. "A lot of good it'll do me. Catelyn will have my head on a stick if I can't let her go."
"Come on, boy. There's drink waiting." Ben said dropping an arm to his shoulder.
Jon knew he had drank too much wine but he continued to down the pint that was in front of him. His head was swimming when he slammed the cup back to the table. A hand on his arm pulled his attention to Robb, who leaned over to whisper, "Your woman is watching you."
Jon looked over his shoulder to see Delilah's worried stare on him. His eyes scanned down the length of her table to see Catelyn and the Queen whispering to each other. The alcohol and reason battled in his head but soon the alcohol won and he was getting to his feet. Jon took a moment to remember how to walk before he started towards the head table.
He felt eyes on him from various parts of the room but ignored them as he maintained eye contact with Delilah. "Forgive my intrusion." He managed to say without slurring, "But I need to see you." He told Delilah. "Now."
"This is highly inappropriate, Snow!" Catelyn snapped.
"Yes well you can punish me for it later." He told her then looked back to Delilah who had gotten to her feet. He held out his hand, smiling when she took it with no hesitation. "Good evening Lady Catelyn, Your highness." He nodded his head to the older women, then pulled Delilah quickly from the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her pace fast to keep up with him.
Jon didn't answer but just continued to drag her down the hall, eventually stopping to pull her against his chest. Jon dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her slowly, his tongue snaking across her lips. "I need you." He whispered.
Delilah could only nod, her heart clearly pounding against her chest. Jon trailed his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up as he went. Delilah's eyes fluttered closed when she felt his fingertips graze the top of her sex. Her lips parted as his knuckle grazed the sensitive nub.
"Already wet for me, baby." Jon muttered into her ear before sliding a finger into her willing body.
"Jon…" she moaned, digging her nails into his biceps. "Need more." She gasped out.
"Look at me." He demanded causing her to force her eyes open. "Tell me what you want."
"Want you to fuck me." She moaned when he added another finger. "Now, please love. Fuck me."
He lifted her leg to wrap around his waist and after a moment to ready himself, slammed fully into her. Jon's mouth found hers as he pounded into her, her back hitting the wall with every thrust. He knew he was causing bruises but couldn't make himself care enough to stop . She sucked his tongue lightly when it slipped into her mouth causing him to groan.
Their lips remained locked, drowning out each other's cries of pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching him through his t-shirt. It was rough and needy as Jon slammed his dick into her. Every fiber in his being wanted to be wrapped in and around her; he couldn't seem to get close enough.
Jon could see her orgasm coming fast and saw her bite her bottom lip to muffle her cry. Jon swallowed her scream as her thighs began to quake and he lifted her other leg up around his waist to keep her from falling. Sweat dripped down his back and he felt his own release seconds away. He pulled his mouth from hers and dropped his head to her shoulder, spilling himself inside of her.
"Holy fuck!" he mumbled against the skin of her throat. Delilah could only nod as her legs dropped from his hips. He took a step back once he was sure his legs would support him and readjusted himself. He took in the grin on her face and felt jealousy surge in him at the idea that anybody but him would ever put that look on her face. "You will not marry Robb."
"I won't?" she asked with a smile, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"I won't let you marry him. I can't watch you with someone else." He said lowering his mouth to hers for another kiss.
