Jon
It was typical, the plans for the trip had been set in motion for a while now, and just as the dates came up so did the weather. He warned Robb before they arrived; there was no chance of getting the tents up in time his only response…O ye, of little faith cousin. Robb was an idiot, probably due to being dropped on his head a few too many times as a child. No, as cliché as it sounds Robb was simply a fool in love. He was desperate to get here, get his tent up so he could catch up with being a week away from Margery. All the planning was thrown out the window the minute Robb saw Margery. They had been that way ever since they met all those years ago to the point where Jon was beginning to prefer Margery to Robb. They both knew if a divorce was to happen, Margery would get Greywind and he would probably include himself in that list too, but Robb would have to pop the question first of course…
Recently, well ever since the plans for the camping trip came to pass Margery had been nothing but a persistent pain in the arse. He wasn't one for plotting but somethings were more obvious than others. It started on a random Saturday night; he was sat on the sofa waiting to get picked up by Daario when Margery rounded the corner;
"Did you watch the game last night?" the question threw him off even with Robb, Margery didn't even pretend to care about football. The game was the Winterfell Vs Starfall in the quarterfinals of the cup, an unmissable game with two teams he supported; still, he humoured her none the less.
"I did yes, did you?" he smiled knowing she most defiantly had not
"Oh gods no, Daenerys is back in town and she was talking about it," Okay… Margery almost sounded excited, which made him feel more lost. He knew Daenerys, he couldn't say he hated the girl but she was up on the list and it seemed for whatever reason Margery decided she wanted to try play matchmaker. That was not happening. He had grown to be friends with Daario and the guy was half in love with her, he couldn't understand that either. However, it was highly amusing hearing of Daario's exploitations, the man fucked her friend for information on how to seduce her and then made the mistake of calling her, her friends name just before trying to get his dick wet. Daario was a womaniser by trait, he couldn't say how the two met but when Daario explained what happened he couldn't help but laugh despite the itch to grab something sharp. It was no longer his place…What does it say about Daenerys that she would willingly date a man like fucking Daario? No, that wasn't fair either. Margery it seems wasn't done bringing Daenerys up at every opportunity, anytime he bumped into her… So much fun!
The most memorable possibly the time she was banging on the door in a flurry of panicked nocks. He assumed something was wrong still getting dressed as he pulled the door open keys to hand only she drew past him with a smile on her face sticking the kettle on like she owned the place.
"I need your help," sliding to the dining table, he gave her his undivided attention.
"Oh... okay," she looked worried biting at her fingernails,
"I'm supposed to be making dinner for Caitlyn, Ned and Robb but I don't know what to cook," he couldn't help but shake his head pursing his lips to stop from laughing out loud. Aunt Caitlyn was tough on the surface but deep down she was a softie. Calming down he said the first thing that came to mind,
"I don't know, a burger…" She didn't look convinced, seemingly mulling on the idea as she made them each a drink.
"You know who loves burgers, Dany…" Ugh… He was close to banging his head on the table, It was clear that Margery was paving the way for him to inquire more about Daenerys but that wasn't happening. Then there were invitations to nights out, meals, birthday parties all of which he declined. If anything it made him dislike her more… So, watching the scene play out in front of him, he was rather enjoying himself. The defeat in her posture as the rain tarp picked up flying high into the trees. He sat back in his seat the humour draining as he watched her fighting with the tent. Sighing, he looked back and grabbed his raincoat. Wrapping it around his form, he fastened it up before taking a deep breath and descending into the storm. The wind plastering his hood to the side of his face as he ducked pulling the hood tighter as he navigated his way through the mud with a squelch at every step. It was a challenge to get to her though he could hear mumbles of her curses on the wind. 'Stupid fucking thing', it was hard to tame the smirk as he finally neared her, her curses much louder in her proximity. Whatever she was cursing the weather, her lost rain tarp, he knew one thing she'd be cursing him soon enough…
The surprise on her face quickly shifted to a glare before her face scrunched up as a particularly strong force of wind knocked her back though he managed to catch the tent before it could fly off. They got to work quickly folding the tent up, rolling it up cursing as they fought against the wind and the rain to get the thing in the sleeve. He took a deep breath as he handed the sleeve over; well she snatched it out of his hand.
"THANK YOU!"
"YOU'RE WELCOME," the wind died slightly and the shout seemed to echo their surroundings, she snorted grabbing her backpack and sticking up on her back. Jon realized she had a lot of stuff with her, "DO YOU NEED ANYMORE HELP?" she glanced up again pulling her handbag over her head, the tent under her arm and the cooler in her left hand.
"NOPE," the glare dropped for a second before she turned on her heels and marched off towards Margery's car, the car with the fogged up windows currently rocking, not with the wind. He watched her go for a second before marching to his own his jeans were a little wet around the ankles but he did not really mind, especially when he could leave soon and get changed. Climbing into the car he shook his head hoping she could be at least civil for the rest of the week.