Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
Jon didn't come out to play that day, so Robb crept into his room to find him. Mother never said he couldn't after all.
Maester Luwin was in there with Jon, and Jon looked all funny, pale skinned, half turned on his bed and his eyes all white instead of dark like Father's.
"Jon?" Robb asked.
Maester Luwin hurried to catch his arms. "Oh, no, young Lord. You can't see Jon today. We don't want you developing whatever ails him."
"Is Jon sick?"
"I'm afraid so."