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Thank you, I'm glad you agree with that choice.
Catelyn's reasoning was exactly the same you wrote.
Stolen moments
Jon has seen a lot of celebrations in Winterfell. Feasts for honored guests, namedays… but this one, Robb's wedding is something different. As if arrangements are never-ending. Moreover, it seems the less time remains, the more there is to do.
Jeyne hurries somewhere with an armful of white fabrics when they meet. There is no surprise in that. Everyone hurries somewhere in these days.
Jon stops her and draws with himself to a silent hallway. They have not even seen each other today.
"You can't come closer," Jeyne warns him, putting a hand on his chest. "These cannot be wrinkled."
So Jon only leans closer to kiss her. It is more than nothing. Although, barely.
"Put them down," he suggests.
Jeyne raises her eyebrows. "Have you lost your mind?"
True, there is no chair or table near. And even if it was, she probably would ask the same.
He spins her, embracing Jeyne from behind, taking care of the damned fabrics.
He has to let her go very soon. Both of them have tasks, after all. Jon thinks, fortunately, that their wedding will be a more tranquil event.
Reluctantly, Jeyne steps away from him. She cannot delay further.
"I love you," Jon says.
Jeyne turns back for a moment and smiles at him playfully.
"Of course. What else could you do?"
