Notes: Hello, there!

Thank you so much for the kind comments.

In this chapter we have some very special moments, so I hope you enjoy it!

As usual, it wasn't beta read, so let me knwo if you find any mistakes (likely prepositions, because I apparently never learned how to properly use them...)

Chapter 11

"What are you concerned about, Your grace?"

Jon squirmed on the saddle, even if he had no need to change his position. "My Lady?" He asked, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

Susan arched a brow, but didn't repeat her question.

"It's nothing." Jon said, then cleared his throat. "I'm not comfortable with leaving people behind."

"You mean you are no comfortable leaving Sansa alone with my brother." She corrected dryly.

Jon cleared his throat again. "Something like that." He admitted.

"And you thought you and Peter had nothing in common…" She drawled.

Jon turned his head to look at her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what it means." She threw at him, before hurrying her horse along.

XxX

Peter didn't care for embroidery, but there was something so calming and beautiful about watching Lady Sansa and Lucy doing it. As they sat and talked and laughed, their work took form and became more intricate.

He could be there merely guarding them, but he was enjoying watching it.

"Should I make you a handkerchief, brother?" Lucy asked him.

"I already have enough of those." He chuckled. "Could you make me a Narnian banner? So it can go on my cape?"

Lucy hummed. "I could do that. But I'll need the cape."

Peter stood up. "I can go and get it for you."

"No need!" Lucy stood up quickly. "I'll go for you. Keep Lady Sansa company. I'll be right back."

She smiled prettily to both of them and left so fast they could barely object to it.

Peter seemed amused. "Did my sister just abandon her responsibilities as chaperone?"

Sansa had a grin on her lips, even if her eyes were fixed on her work. "I believe she did it out of love for you."

Peter didn't think the King would see it that way, but he was pleased by the chance of being alone with Lady Sansa. "Do not worry, my Lady. I can assure you I have no intention of moving." He told her, certain that he should reassure her.

He'd already told her how he felt, and he had no intention of pressuring her in any way. Peter had promised her he wouldn't, so he wanted her to be comfortable with his presence.

But then… Sansa stopped what she was doing and raised her eyes to him. "Why not?" She asked.

Peter felt his mouth drying up and he did hear the King growling somewhere in the back of his mind, but in face of Lady Sansa's beautiful eyes, it hardly mattered.

He cleared his throat. "May I sit by you, My Lady?"

She gave him a small smile. "Yes, you may."

Peter got up and sat on the chair that Lucy had vacated, directly in front of Sansa.

"Did you have a sweetheart in Narnia, Lord Peter?" She asked suddenly, going back to her work.

"No, Lady Sansa. Susan tried to marry me off many times, but she never found someone she approved of, and neither have I." He replied honestly.

Sansa gave him a short look, before going back to her work. "You're good-looking, Lord Peter. I find it hard to believe the woman in Narnia didn't notice it."

"So you find me good-looking…" He observed.

Sansa didn't answer, just snorted, so he continued. "There was always so much to be done." He told her. "So much work and responsibilities… I used to fancy a Dryad called Moira when I was much younger…" He chuckled. "She broke my heart."

Sansa giggled. "What's a dryad?"

"They're tree spirits. Moira was particularly pretty, but they don't care much for romance, especially with 15-year-old Kings." He told her dramatically.

"Oh stop! You're teasing me now!" She finally abandoned her embroidery to give him her full attention.

"I'm not, My Lady." He insisted. "Ask Susan or Lucy. They thought it was hilarious. Narnia has many magical creatures, some of them are quite charming." He teased slightly.

"So Moira broke you heart so badly you never wanted to meet another?" She teased back.

"And there were battles and things to do…" He confirmed. "I won't say I've never flirted with other women before, but none of them were true sweet-hearts, and it was nothing but talking."

She hummed nonchalantly. "I see."

"Therefore, you have no reason to be jealous, My Lady…"

"Jealous?"

"My heart is yours and yours only." He finished with a smug grin.

"You're terrible." She informed him.

"Yes, but you're smiling, anyway."

She was, and then her smile got bigger.

Peter felt it all the way down to his toes.

He was completely in love with this woman.

XxX

"Where's Ghost?"

Jon looked around, like he hadn't previously noticed the absence of his direwolf. "I let him roam free. He's been cooped up with us for a long time, he can enjoy a good hunt too."

Susan arched a brow and Jon just knew he was about to get criticized. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

He took a deep breath. "What do you mean, my lady?" He hoped his voice came out normal.

"Ghost has a better chance than any of us of sensing if something's coming." She indicated. "It might've been a good idea to keep him close by."

"He won't go far." Jon grumbled.

"Of course, Your Grace." She just nodded.

"And what do you think we could possibly find?" Jon couldn't resist asking.

"I do not know." She admitted. "Hence the need to be careful." She told him sweetly.

Jon took a deep breath before hurrying his horse. Tormund was looking mighty entertained by this once Jon stopped by his side.

"The little lady has a sharp tongue, hm?" The big man teased with a grin.

"Not now, Tormund." Jon grumbled.

"Just sayin'… We all know you like your women with a temper."

Jon decided to ignore him.

They rode for a long time finding very little; a few birds and three hares. He'd expected it to be a fool's errands, but people had already spent too much time cooped inside Winterfell with the threat of war looming closer and closer every day. He worried for the men that waited, for the open animosity some felt towards the Free Folk. It was better to let them out to spend some of that energy, before something happened inside the keep.

At least that was his reasoning. If they didn't find something to kill soon, it might be a problem.

When Jon was about to call all of them to go back to the keep, one of the Free Folk caught a trail. The men discussed for a while and it seemed like deer tracks, maybe even more than one animal.

The group reorganized to decided how to best follow the trail and Jon let them discuss it among themselves. Edmund and Arya were talking quietly to each other and Susan was beside Tormund, waiting for a decision.

Jon's eyes went to the sky; it was so blue just then. It was hard to believe that the harsh winds that'd attacked them since the beginning of the Winter were gone. Despite everything that he'd been through -including dying and coming back to life and seeing the army of the Night King -it was still hard to believe in the stories about the four siblings. How could they come from another world? How could their mere presence change so much?

Maybe it was all a big coincidence. Maybe there was a cosmic force, an all-powerful god -or gods -playing with their lives and threading the lines of Fate, making all of this happen.

Maybe he was being fanciful. Wouldn't that be a shock to everybody?

Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation: a satisfaction he didn't know where it came for, the taste of blood in his mouth. He was shocked by the pleasant feeling it brought.

Ghost.

Ghost had found himself some prey, and he was feeling mighty pleased with himself. It'd been a while since the last time Jon had felt himself slipping inside Ghost's mind like this. It was a pleasant escape, but he didn't want to get lost there.

Jon wasn't sure how this process worked: if Ghost let him go, or if it was truly him that decided it; but suddenly he was back on his body, on his horse.

He was also completely alone. He looked around and saw that his company had moved on and he'd stayed behind. Jon could already imagine what he'd have to hear from all the others for that, so he decided to follow the obvious path they'd taken.

However, as he prepared to urge his horse ahead, he saw movement beyond the threes to his left.

"Ghost?" He called, for it seemed white fur to him.

The direwolf didn't appear and Jon dismounted his horse. Maybe it was nothing.

He walked a bit ahead, until he entered the tree line. He took a few steps in and saw nothing. He turned his back to go back to the group when the sound of growling caught up with him.

He turned to see a bear coming in his direction. It was a big one, with a thick pelt. It probably had been what Jon had seen, but he had no idea why he'd thought it was white fur.

The second thought that passed through his head was that the animal should be hibernating. Didn't bears do that for a portion of the winter? Maybe this one hadn't fed enough before the snow started.

A situation it clearly intended on correcting now.

Jon tried not to make any aggressive moves and he took cautious steps back. However, once the beast noticed he was trying to get away, it rose on its back paws, standing amazingly tall over Jon.

Without choice, Jon pulled his sword, vaguely remembering that Brienne had once fought a bear as well. If he survived this, he'd ask her for the full story.

Dying from a bear attack right now would be so humiliating.

Jon threw a look at the animal, noticing its huge claws and the size of its teeth. He was almost positive that bears slapped at their prey, and -eyeing the size of its paws -Jon was absolutely convinced he did not want to be slapped by them.

The bear moved in his direction and Jon moved out of the its range, still thinking he'd have better chances leaving this fight all together, but obviously not daring to give his back to the beast.

The bear let out a growl and fell back to its four legs, approaching Jon, but still staying far enough to not get poked by the sword.

Jon wished he had some fire right now, for this might work much more in his favor than the sword. As it was, he'd have to hit the animal in a perfect spot, because if the beast wasn't felled in one attack, it'd certainly be furious for the injury.

The bear charged at Jon, and the man thrust his sword forward. Unfortunately, it only hit the side of the animal, that let out an outraged sound of pain, then swung its huge paws, sending the sword flying.

Before Jon could move out of the way, the next swap of the paw hit him square on the chest, making him lose his breath and fall to the ground.

The bear was about to attack him again -likely to finish him off -when the animal let out another mighty roar of pain.

When it turned to see its new opponent, Jon saw the red feathered arrow stuck to its flunk. The bear rose in is hindlegs once again, roaring in fury.

That was when Jon saw Susan and her bow. She let another three arrows fly in a speed Jon had never seen before. She held her arrows in her draw hand and managed to fire them with astounding precision.

The three arrows found their mark on the chest of the animal, the next one pierced its neck and the last one hit it square in the left eye.

The beast fell to the ground, not moving at all.

"Susan…" Jon stood shakily.

She turned her blue eyes to him, fury making them alight. "Do you wish to die?" She demanded, marching in his direction. "I told you this was folly!"

"I had no idea…"

"Are you stupid? Why were you not with the group?" She demanded, pushing him with her hand. "What would you have done if I hadn't come along?"

"Susan!"

"You have no respect for the people that care for you…"

Jon had no idea what came over him. One minute he was listening to her insult him, the next he extended his hand, sunk his fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth to his.

He kissed Susan middle-rant.

It did stop her diatribe.

She was frozen for a second, enough for Jon to consider stopping it all; but then she let go of her bow and her arms went around his neck as she kissed him back.

Any other time, Jon would remember how inappropriate this was; not only because of where they were, but because of who they were. However, Jon would admit -much later -that those considerations didn't even cross his mind; the only thing Jon could think about, in that moment, was Susan.

How her lips felt against his.

How her body felt pressed against his.

How her perfume took over his senses.

How she was kissing him back with just as much passion.

He never thought Susan would be cold; whatever fool said she was an Ice Lady had no idea what he was talking about. Susan was pure passion and fire, and he could now feel it.

She must've been so mad at him, because her kiss was angry and demanding, all teeth and bite. She bit Jon's lower lip and sucked on it, making him lose his head a bit more. Jon hugged her waist and picked her up, just enough to turn her around and press her against the nearest tree.

Susan gasped as her back hit the tree, and Jon only took the chance to kiss her deeper, while she sank her fingers on his hair and tugged. Jon growled against her lips and…

"You two have got to be kidding me."

They jumped apart, matching guilty looks on their faces, only to see Edmund standing there, the most unimpressed look ever on his face.

Susan took a deep breath. "Edmund…"

"Please, don't say this is not what it looks like." He groaned. "I know exactly what I saw."

"What is happening?" Arya asked, appearing from somewhere behind Edmund.

"Your cousin was kissing my sister." Edmund informed Arya dryly.

"Edmund!" Susan protested.

"Really?" Arya asked, a brow arched. "And this was the best place to do it?"

Jon cleared his throat. "This is not what it looks like." He tried.

Edmund groaned. "I told you not to say that."

Arya snorted. "No, now I'm interested. Let him tell us what it is."

Susan sent Jon an unimpressed look, but before anyone else could say anything Tormund showed up behind Arya. "Found them?"

"Yes. Kissing." She informed the man.

Tormund looked impressed. "Didn't think you had it in you, Jon."

"Can we focus on the bear?" Susan bit out, pointing at the animal. "We need to take it back to the keep."

"Aye." Tormund agreed, impressed with the kill. "And while we do that… You can tell us more about that kiss."

Just great.

Notes: Someone is in love, someone just got kissed... Oh well... hahahaha

Also, I can't say I ever fought a bear, or met someone who'd done, but... I went with a feeling. lol

I hope you liked it.

What came after was the part I accidentally deleted and got me in a terrible writer's block. I haven't written a single line in this story since, but now I'm trying to get back to it. It might take a while, but I promise I'm doing my best to finish this story.

Let me know your feelings!