Hey Guys! Another Chapter! A few of you have asked what celebrity I would cast as Lilly and the answer is none. I based her off one of my friends! If you PM I will message you her Instagram so you can see what I picture when writing about her. Some questions I would like you all to respond to in the reviews:
When and how do you think Jon should tell Lilly he loves her?
What else should happen with Robb?
Also, people are questioning how I am going to handle the fact that Jon is a deserter. I have a plan don't worry! This story isn't following the show exactly.
Lilly POV.
Lilly followed Robbs mother through the camp. She was a beautiful women with long red hair, high cheek bones, and striking blue eyes. His mother stood tall and proud, her face was serious. Lilly couldn't deny that she was slightly intimidated by her. She was a proper lady, who seemed to be fiercely protective of her family.
Robb and his mother looked alike, sharing bright blue eyes and auburn hair. Robb was tall and lean, will a dazzling smile that she supposed made girls go mad. He was handsome. But he wasn't Jon. The only similarities she saw between the two boys was the mops of curls framing their long stern faces.
She could see the love between the brothers.
Robbs mother led her into a tent, which was presumably hers. She began to dig through a trunk, pulling out dresses. She would look at the size, then at Lilly. She put most of them back, determining that they would not fit her. She finally pulled out a grey dress, with the stark sigil stitched on the skirts.
"You're small." She said with a gentle smile. "Like my Sansa. But she is much taller than you." She handed Lilly the dress.
She wanted to thank her, but Lilly didn't even know how to address her.
"I'm Lady Catelyn Stark." She said, as if sensing her question.
"Thank you for your kindness, Lady Stark." She whispered.
"Your welcome girl." She said. "Don't look so afraid of me. I won't bite. It was my husband who was part wolf." Lilly could see the sadness in her eyes when she spoke about her late husband.
"I'm sorry about Lord Stark, my lady." Lilly whispered.
Lady Stark nodded, the pain still in her eyes. "I'll fetch a serving girl to start you a bath. I'll return after you dress."
She turned from the tent, leaving Lilly to her thoughts. She couldn't believe she was here. She had never seen so many men in one place before. Lilly heard shuffling in front of the tent, and watched as the serving girl fussed with drawing her a bath.
Lilly peeled out of Jon's shirt, inhaling his scent one last time. She dipped her toes into the water, sighing. She didn't realize how much she was looking forward to this. She let the warm water relax her muscles and sooth her bruises. She washed her hair and her body, cleaning herself with sweet smelling oils.
Her shoulder ached from where Jon had bit her, it was starting to scab over. The swelling had gone down, it looked much worse than it felt. She cleansed the rest of the blood away. When she was satisfied by how clean she was, she stepped out of the tub and dried herself.
Lilly laced up her dress, and pulled on the gloves Lady Stark supplied. True to her word, Lady Stark returned.
"You look lovely dear." She said smiling.
"Thank you." Lilly said smiling.
"I had a tent readied for you." She continued. "Robb has asked I find work and look after you. You'll be helping me prepare for the feasts and ensure the men are well take care of. It's quite the task to do by myself. I must admit, I am glad to have the extra help."
"I'll be happy to help my Lady." She said. She wanted to repay her kindness and hospitality.
"Come," She gestured. "I'll escort you around the camp."
A Few Hours Later
Lilly was sitting on the bed in her tent. She had no idea how to navigate this place, even after the extensive tour Lady Stark gave her. She couldn't sleep. Not without Jon.
Just as her thoughts began to touch on him, Jon ripped open the tent entrance. She smiled.
"I couldn't find your tent." She whispered.
"Don't risk them seeing you coming to me." Jon says seriously. She looked at him confused.
"You can't tell them about us Lilly." He continued.
"Why not?" She questioned.
"Lady Stark hates me. She would do anything to see me suffer." Jon whispered. "And Robb is an honorable man. If he hears how I stole you away from your father in the dead of night, he would feel honor bound to return you. And with Lady Stark whispering in his ear, I have no doubt he would." His hands were beginning to fist into tight balls. His temper was flaring. She ran her hand up his arm to sooth him.
"What should I tell them then?" She whispered.
Jon thought for a while, considering what would be most believable. "That I saved you on the road. That was when we met. Don't tell them about what you can do. Wear your gloves. I'll come to you at night."
Lilly didn't question him. Just agreed.
That became their routine for the next few days. Jon would come to her late at night, kiss her and tell her about the impending battle. They would sleep, and he would leave early before Lady Stark came to awake her for chores.
They had been preparing for a feast for the lords to prepare for the first battle. It was more of a large dinner because of how sort rations were. But she enjoyed working with Lady Stark. She was very kind to her, probably her motherly instincts kicking in at the lack of her own children.
It was refreshing to actually be around another women. Lady Stark braided and tied ribbons in hair. She despised having her wild waves tied back, but appreciated the sentiment behind it. Lilly was careful to be sure Lady Stark was wearing gloves whenever she tried to touch her. Lady Stark was always watching, so it became incredibly difficult to steal glances at Jon.
Lilly got out of bed, tying half her thick hair into a pink ribbon. She stepped into her dress, as Lady Stark entered the tent. Lilly turned to smile, but Lady Stark stared at her in horror.
"Oh." Lady Catelyn gasped. Lilly followed her gaze to the healing bite wound on her shoulder. She hurried and covered herself back up. Looking down at the floor ashamed.
Lady Catelyn took her gloved hand. "Did the man that attacked you on the road hurt you?" The underlying meaning in her eyes showed what she meant. Lady Catelyn thought she had been raped.
"No!" Lilly gasped. "No, my lady. Nothing like that. Jon got there in time." Lilly looked down again at the mention of Jon's name, blushing deeply. But Catelyn mistook this. She thought Lilly was looking away because she was ashamed and afraid.
"Did the bastard do this to you?" Lady Catelyn growled. Lilly paused. Yes. Her eyes said everything that the older women needed to hear.
"No my lady." She said.
"I see how his eyes follow you, dear girl. You have no reason to fear him here Lilly." She said firmly.
"My Lady, I don't fear Jon!" She said quickly. "He would never hurt me."
"Alright dear." Lady Stark sighed. "We have work to finish." But Lilly could tell this conversation wasn't over. Lady Stark was suspicious now.
Robb POV
"We're going to send 2,000 men to distract Lord Tywin's army, while the rest of us take the Kingslayer by surprise." Robb explained the layout of the plan to Jon, who was nodding in approval. "We will march at first light tomorrow."
Jon hummed in response. "We'll have a feast tonight. To help ready the men for battle." Jon simply hummed again.
His mother entered the tent, looking angry.
"Out." She hissed at Jon. Poor Jon didn't need to be told twice. He had no desire to be in the presence of his mother. It was no secret Lady Stark despised Jon. The look of disgust on her face every time he passed made it obvious enough.
"What is it mother?" Robb sighed, sitting in a wooden chair. He knew his mother's temper was nothing to be trifled with. But he had a battle to think about. He didn't have time for his mother's anger.
"The bastard is the one who hurt her." She seethed, shaking her head. "That poor sweet girl."
"Hurt who?" Robb questioned.
"Lilly." His mother said, as if it was obvious. "His filthy hand prints are all over her." He remembered seeing bruises on her arms, a few peeking out of her neckline.
"How do you know this?"
"I walked in on her dressing." His mother snapped. "The bruises are everywhere. He bit her, Robb. I saw the bloody mark myself."
"Jon wouldn't hurt anyone, never mind a women-"
"I know it was him, Robb." She interrupted, her eyes blazing.
"And how are you so sure?" Robb said. He knew his brother. He would never assault a women. Not like his mother was accusing him of.
"I asked her. She froze, terrified." His mother was pacing now.
"So she didn't say it was him?" Robb said with an eyebrow raised.
"No." She sighed. "But I've been watching him. His eye's follow her everywhere."
"All the men's eyes follow her mother." Robb rationalized. "She is breathtaking."
"Just watch him, Robb. Watch how he gawks at her." Robb nodded.
"What do you think of Lilly mother?"
His mother paused. Surprised at the sudden change in subject. "She is sweet. Gentle. Kind. Very intelligent. The men adore her."
He hummed. Perhaps she would make a good queen.
"She's beautiful." Robb said.
"Yes, I suppose she is-"
"Do you mind if I ask her to sit at the head table with me tonight?" He interrupted. He desperately wanted to get to know the enchanting beauty.
"No I don't mind Robb." She sighed. "Just keep an eye on the bastard." If Lilly sat at the high table with Robb that night, she would be far away from Jon. And that satisfied Lady Stark enough.
Lilly POV
Lilly was carrying an armful of forks to the large enclosure they set up for the feast. She began setting the plates, as she saw Lady Stark approaching from behind.
"The feast starts in an hour, My Lady." She said smiling. "Are you looking forward to it?"
"No my girl. I am not." She said. "It means my boy is one hour closer from marching into his first battle. But you should be excited. Robb has requested you sit next to him at the head table tonight."
"What?" She paused. She had looked forward to blending into the background and spending time with Jon.
"Go and ready yourself! It'll be time soon." Lady Stark said smiling.
Lilly rushed away, her mind racing. This couldn't be good. The hour passed quickly. She was brushing her hair, when she heard the tent flap move. She smiled.
"Jon-" She turned smiling.
"Hello, My Lady." Her smile fell. It was Robb.
"Your Grace" She whispered. He took her gloved hand and kissed it.
"Call me Robb." He said smiling at her.
"Then you must call me Lilly." She returned his smile kindly.
"I have come to escort you to the feast." He said. "Did my mother tell you that you are to sit with me tonight?"
"Yes." She said simply. She wanted Jon. Robb offered her his arm, which she took politely.
The feast passed quickly, Robb asked her trivial questions about herself which she responded to as vaguely as possible. Her eyes searched for Jon, but he was nowhere to be found. She planned to make her escape quickly.
"You must excuse me, Your Grace." Lilly said with a smile. "I grow tired, and would like to retire for the night."
"Robb." He corrected with a smile.
"Robb." She repeated.
"Let me walk you back." He replied. She sagged her shoulders in defeat, Lilly had planned on sneaking off into Jon's tent.
"You're too kind." She replied with a tight smile.
Jon POV
It was the night before they marched into battle and Jon's mind was racing. He wanted nothing more to sneak into Lilly's tent and take her until the sun began to rise over the horizon. Make her cry out his name over and over. But guilt still ate away at his gut. Jon saw the way Robb stared at the bruises on her skin, assuming it was from one of the terrible men who tried to harm her. He had savaged her so badly that even his brother thought the marks were from an attack.
He wouldn't make love to her. Not again. He could hurt her. Or worse. He could impregnate her. The night they joined he had thought of wanting nothing more than his seed taking root in her womb. But now it was his biggest fear. Being near Lady Stark and the other noblemen reminded him why he had joined the Night's Watch in the first place. He sat up and swung his legs over the bed.
Lilly entered his tent then, interrupting his thoughts. She was still wearing her gown and gloves. Staring into his eyes, she pulled the fabric off her hands before beginning to undue the ties of her dress. Tears were brimming in her eyes. She needs me. Jon's nails dug into his thighs, trying to stop himself from ripping it off her, ruining another dress and arising suspicion.
When the dress pooled at her feet, she walked over to him and straddled his hips. Her shaking hands touched his face, and she leaned her forehead against his. She kissed both his cheeks, and stared into his storming grey eyes. A tear dropped onto his lap.
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, wiping her eyes. "You're the one going to fight, and I'm simpering like a child." Jon felt the corners of his mouth twitch up at her concern.
Lilly buried her face in his neck, inhaling deeply. Jon allowed his hands to travel into her hair, gently running his fingers through the tangles as she broke down against his chest.
"I'll be fine." He said gruffly.
"I'm afraid for you." She whispered looking up at him. They stared at each other, the tension so thick in the room it could be cut with a knife.
Lilly fisted her hands in his hair, and pressed their lips together. She sighed into his mouth, satisfied the contact. She began to shift her hips in his lap, rubbing against is crotch. Jon instinctively gripped her hair to pull her harder against him, angling his hips so she could access him more. She was naked in his arms, practically begging for him. He needed to stop this before it was too late.
"Lilly." Jon said between her fevered kisses. It sounded like a strangled moan, rather than a warning for her to stop. She ignored him, running her hands up and down his chest. Lilly had pressed herself up against him. Jon needed to stop her before he was blinded by his need and want, and he was becoming aroused quickly. She began to untie his shirt, and pushed it down his shoulders.
"No Lilly." Snatching both of her wrists in one of his hand.
"Why?" She whimpered. Jon could see the hurt start to pool in her eyes. "I could never see you again."
"I don't want to hurt you again." Jon half lied. He released her arms to prove his point.
"You won't." She whispered. She could sense his lie, especially when she tried to kiss him and he turned away. Her eyes narrowed. "There's something else."
"If I die tomorrow I won't forgive myself." Jon had a pained look in his eyes.
"You are not going to die. So you'll have nothing to forgive yourself for." Lilly said seriously.
Jon swallowed hard. She didn't understand, and he wasn't good with words. "If I make love to you tonight," Jon swallowed, beginning to blush, "I won't be able to stop."
Lilly smiled, looking relieved. "There isn't anything wrong with that." Shifting her hips again, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Yes, there is." Jon sighed, now talking to himself. "I won't chance it."
"Chance what?" Lilly paused and asked looking confused.
Jon looked down at her body, and ran a finger down her flat stomach and in between her hips. There was a longing look in his eyes.
"I could put a bastard in your belly." He whispered and shook his head. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I die, and you are left to raise a bastard alone. You would be disgraced and I won't bring another bastard into the world. You see the way Lady Stark looks at me. Like I'm bellow dirt. I won't put a child through that."
Lilly could tell this was difficult for him to talk about, nodding her head. She was so good at understanding his pain and not forcing him to speak.
"I understand." She whispered. She grabbed his shirt to cover her nakedness. Jon sighed and laid on his back. She joined him, snuggling into his side. Lilly traced patterns on his chest, listening to his heart beat. She wanted to give him something. A token.
"I have something for you." She whispered.
"Hmm?" Jon mumbled. He felt her sit up and unclasp the chain from around your neck. He saw the tiny snowflake dangling from her hands.
"It was your mother's Lilly." Jon said shaking his head. "It's too precious to be lost in battle if-"
"Wear it tomorrow." She interrupted. "It is precious, so be sure to bring it back to me." Her eyes held a deeper meaning. He nodded, allowing her to secure the chain around his neck. She kissed his chest, and laid her head back down.
"Where were you tonight?" She asked.
"I decided to take my meal in my tent. I didn't want to risk Lady Starks wrath." He said with false horror. Jon played with her hair, toying with the pink ribbon that held it away from her face. "I like this." He mumbled.
"Lady Stark gave it to me." She grumbled. "I hate it. She said that a proper lady should tie back her hair."
Jon raised an eyebrow at her, and she giggled.
"Sleep now." Jon whispered to her. He rubbed her back, and before long he felt her soft even breaths tickling his throat. But he did not follow. His thoughts kept him awake, haunting him. The sun was coming up over the horizon before he knew it.
He sighed, and looked to the beautiful girl clinging to his chest. Jon pushed the stray hairs out of her face, and began rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered open.
"You always do that." She whispered smiling sleepily.
"Do what?" He murmured.
"Touch my lips."
He smiled, and nipped at them. He began to kiss her, slowly drawing out each movement of his lips, trying to tattoo the memory of her in his mind. Her hands traveled into his curls to grip his face to her. Jon sighed after a while and pulled away.
"You need to go before someone finds you here."
"I can't leave you yet." She whispered.
"Stay until I finish dressing then." He rolled out of the bed and onto the cold floor. Jon pulled a fresh cotton shirt over his head, and began to tie his leather jerkin up. He yanked on his left boot, and began his search for the other. He heard giggling behind him.
"I need the other one, Lilyanna." He sighed.
Jon turned to see she was smiling at him mischievously. He looked down to see Lilly's delicate little leg was inside his right boot. She looked so beautiful in only his shirt, still disheveled from sleep.
Jon dropped to his knees, he slid his hand up her leg and to the curve under her knee. He lifted her leg to his lips, and began to plant gentle kisses on the skin. He slid the boot off her foot, and leaned his head against her thigh.
"Come. You must go." He sighed.
She nodded, heading for the entrance to the tent. He could see her lip trembling. She was about to leave, when she turned and called out to him.
"Jon-" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly to her. She began to cry, broken sobs. When she began to pull away, Jon gripped her face and pressed his lips against hers. He poured every feeling he had for her into the kiss.
"Hush." He whispered to her. "I will return. I promise."
Lilly nodded. "I'll see you off with the rest of the men. I'll be near Lady Stark. Keep it safe for me." She toyed with the necklace around his throat. Jon nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She rushed out of the tent, leaving Jon to his thoughts.
He finished readying himself and attached his sword to his hip. He tucked Lilly's gift to him into his shirt, and walked out of the tent.
Just as Lilly promised, she stood next Lady Stark. The corner of her lips pulled up and she winked at him. Her silent way of wishing him luck. There moment of happiness was cut short.
"My Lady." Robb had stepped in front of her. Stealing her attention from him.
"Your Grace." She said politely, keeping her head down.
"It is customary for a man to ask for a favor before he goes into battle. For luck." He said. He was trying to use one of his winning smiles on his Lilly. "I wondered if you would be so kind."
Lilly opened her mouth, then closed it. She was shocked. He had asked her in front of all the great lords of the north, his mother, his army. She couldn't refuse him, it would be considered a massive insult. Especially after the hospitality Robb had shown her. She smiled tightly, pulling a ribbon from her hair and letting her beautiful hair tumble freely into her face.
She tied it on his brother's armor. Jon felt jealousy burn through him. His brother got everything he wanted. But he would not let him have her. Not his Lilly. She looked at Jon, pain clear in her eyes. She felt guilty, and was trying to apologize to him with her eyes. He gave her a small nod, silently telling her he knew it wasn't her fault.
"Thank you, Lilly." His brother whispered. He tucked her hair behind her ear with his gloved fingers. Jon wanted to hack off her brothers head. But the look on Lilly's face calmed him. She wasn't leaning into his touch like she does with Jon. She didn't return his touch, like she always did with Jon. This satisfied him.
Lilly had gifted him a necklace that was precious to her. She had given Robb a ribbon she hated. Jon felt a little snug at that fact. He mounted his horse, and waited for Robb to do the same.
He watched Lilly's eyes follow him as he rode away. When her figure faded into the distance, he saw grey clouds forming overhead. A storm was coming.
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Winter-Kiss: Lilly may help Robb with her powers. I haven't decided yet. But yes Jon will find out his parentage. Thank you so much for all of your questions and reading my story. I really appreciate it.
Newgurl312: I'm not sure yet! I don't think Lilly would fall in love with Robb to. Shes too focused on Jon. Thank you for reading and taking the time to review. I really appreciate it.