2. a secret buried in snow:

"Where have you been all day long, Lyla?" - Jon asked her getting up from the bed.

Indeed Jon Snow couldn't avoid but feel a little anxious, his sister spent all day all alone. This morning when he woke up, she had already went riding her horse, when she came back she disappeared inside the castle. Lyanna usually goes to the court for training herself or to watch them spar. But she did not go. Immediately after his training he went to the library expecting to find her there among the books, but she wasn't. He knew he didn't have any reason to snap at her but Jon wasn't used to be without his sister company for long. Or for her to be out of his sight.

Lyanna dismissed him with a soft chuckle:

"what does that even mean?" - "I was at the Septa's Lessons. You know I have them three times a week." - Lyanna pointed.

"Yes.." - Jon agreed - "And before? Where did you go alone? Plus… I saw you with Jory. You know I don't like the way he looks at you".

Lyanna gave her brother a teasing smile. Her brother rarely let his jealousy out. But when he did, she felt even more loved by him:

"Stop being so silly, Jon!" - she joked.

Jon pulled his Lyanna into his arms. Holding her neck and putting his lips mere inches away from hers. "I just missed you. That's all" he said and kissed her lips right away. Lyanna kissed him back, losing herself in her brother's hold. Forgetting for a few minutes the conversation with her father early this morning or the risk they were taking for the unlocked door of her room.

(...)

"The door!" - Lyanna said between breaths after a few minutes.

Jon moved to lock the bloody door without even letting go of his loved girl. Lyanna got caught midterm between the door - now locked - and the embrace of her lover. Jon Snow had moved his attentions from her lips to now her neck and cleavage, the shift left Lyanna in chills. She was very sensitive in that area and Jon knew that well. Lyanna pulled his hair and he stopped to look her in her eyes. His grey eyes crossing the glimpse of desire in hers. Jon knew his sister was gorgeous, but in moments like that: he was sure Lyanna had to be one of the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms with her brown locks of hair contrasting with her pale skin and flushed cheeks, her lilac eyes shining: - "I love you, Lyla!" - Jon said, to what Lyanna replied: "I love you more!".

Without further notice Jon moved to unlace his sister's dress. he lowered the dress to her waist and removed her undergarments. Jon, then, pulled Lyanna for a embrace, meanwhile caressing her back. Their lovemaking were normally very passionate and gentle. For Jon being with Lyanna was like stopping time itself: Stopping time before life would get complicated. For Lyanna, in the other hand, being with Jon was like running away from reality, the harsh reality of the world they lived on.

Lyanna pulled away from their embrace kissing Jon one more time and after pushing him to the bed. Jon fell seated and moved to take his doublet while Lyanna kicked her dress away teasing Jon with her sensual body. Finally, she moved to her brother direction, helping him out of his leather skirts. Lyanna stroke his member until it became rigid and exploded in pleasure. Afterwards, It was Jon's turn to return the attention, pleasuring his sister. But neither of them were really satisfied. Jon went to rest beside Lyanna and went fumbling and caressing with her breasts. After a moment or two Jon finally laid on top of Lyanna, penetrating his member in her tight entrance with hard thrusts. Both achieving pleasure simultaneously for the second time this night.

(...)

Jon laid in his sister bed for a while careless watching the summer snow fall through the window. He cherished these types of moments, when time did not matter and was just the two of them alone. They had ditched family dinner which meant that sooner or later one of their siblings would come looking for them. Probably Robb though. Robb was the closest to them both in age and in intimacy. Lyanna and Robb were very close, and Robb often asked for Lyanna's advice on flirting with girls. Sometimes Jon were very jealous of Robb, sometimes because of Robb's position, others because of Robb's outgoing personality. But most of the times it was the fact that he had to share his sister's attention with Robb that would make him jealous.

Jon's belly snored, reminding him that it was past time that they should eat something.

"Lyanna?" - "Are you nearly done?" - he asked.

"One moment" - she said from the bathroom.

"I should go grab something for us to eat. I'll be back soon".

"NO!" - Lyanna alerted, exiting the bathroom still naked - "Look, there is something that I need to talk to you"

The girl moved to lay on top of her brother.

"Well. You're making very difficult for me play attention on whatever you have to say" - Jon teased while taunting her bottom.

"Well. It's very serious, Jon. Father called me in his solar today to inform me that he's looking for a husband to me" - she informed looking at him.

Jon went silent for long seconds as if processing what he just had heard.

"What?" - he raised to seat - " This cannot be serious! Are you joking with me? This isn't funny, Lyla".

"I wish I was joking. But it is very serious" - she explained to him with sadness - "Apparently in his mind the best resolution to stop Lady Stark from mistreating us is to ship me away to any profitable marriage. He even wrote to the Hand of the King HIMSELF to aid on a match."

Jon felt silent for long moments. He had never considered the fact that his father would want to marry Lyanna to someone. Of course he knew things wouldn't be the same for ever. He had considered taking the black once or twice but never thought much into it given that Lyanna would never allow it. Part of him assumed that Lyanna would remain in Winterfell. Robb adored her. He just thought that once their father passed away, Robb would be Lord and he would want Lyanna helping him to manage the castle and land. For Jon, he could stick around and be a steward for Robb just to stay close to Lyanna. But now, everything changed. He couldn't bear the thought of Lyanna marrying some other man. Even, if that meant a better future and living arrangements for her.

"So?" - Lyanna asked taking him out of his bubble - "What do we do?"

"I.. I.." - Jon stuttered - "I don't know Ly. Did he bring names already? Maybe this could be good for you? You would be the lady of your own house?" - he asked trying to appease her.

"Are you kidding me, Jon?" - she asked seriously

Lyanna went to meet her brother in the eyes. She hold both of his cheeks for emphasis.

"There's no one else that I want, except for you". - and gave him a kiss.

"Are you sure?" - Jon asked

"I'm sure Jon. I don't wanna marry anyone else. I just wanna be with you"

"Then we need to fix this. What else did father told you"

"Hmmn.. I think he has been communicating with Roose Bolton. Except that, I don't think there is anything formal. But he also said that he wouldn't agree to marriage without my opinion or consent!"

"That's better than. Just find whatever reason you can to oppose to this marriage.. and We'll figure out the rest"

"But I can't go refusing every suitor he finds" - Lyanna pointed out - "Eventually he'll get tired and decide on his own". "Plus.. Did he not had a similar conversation with you?"

"No. Why?"

"Because.. if the problem is Lady Catelyn.. You'll need to go as well. We both are the reminders that our father cheated on her…"

"He haven't spoke to me about it.. Maybe he will. But.. Maybe we should leave Winterfell, Lyla. " - Jon finally suggested.

"And go to where?" - Lyanna asked with some doubt.

"Somewhere warmer?" - Jon suggested.

Lyanna thought at the idea for a moment. It wasn't that bad. Obviously.. they wouldn't be able to stay ai Winterfell for much longer. Leaving their father and siblings wouldn't be easy. But maybe.. just maybe.. it would be the best option. They could go to someplace that no one knew them and live like they wanted. They could leave home in nice terms and their father wouldn't ever have to discover their secret. Finally Lyanna smiled. This was a good idea.

"I think we should go to Dorne.. I heard that there.. They don't really mind if you're a bastard or not. You could be a sellsword. I could work as a healer. It could be nice.. If not.. Maybe we could go to Essos. To the Free Cities. What do you think?"

"I don't mind where we go. As long as I am with you" - Jon promised"

Lyanna nodded at him. They didn't need to speak anymore. Lyanna was sure this plan would work and they would be happy.