Author's Note:
I do not own Game of Thrones.
As Robb was sent off with Eddard and Alys to foster for a year, Wylla Manderly came to stay at Winterfell. She was wild, bold, and brave, and almost immediately fell in with Meera's gaggle of younglings, though Jon caught the looks she sent in his direction sometimes.
"She likes you," Cregan said one afternoon.
Jon blushed. "I'm just a bastard."
"You're the future Lord of Queenscrown. And she's a younger daughter."
"Well, I don't like her," Sara declared.
Jon laughed. "You don't like anyone."
"That's not true." Sara changed her hair from its braid to falling loose. "I like Rickon."
"Rickon does love you," Jon agreed, watching Meera and Wylla play with the younger ones in the yard. Rickon was finally big enough to join them, and was chasing them around with a stick.
"Come on. Let's go join them."