Her head was leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed. He can't see her eyes, her beautiful eyes. Her breath is coming out in short white puffs. Her lips are the color of a rose, plump, inviting.
He leans down but is stopped by the image of Catelyn Stark glaring down at him.
"You stay away from her, stain."
He was the stain of his father's honor. The one who tarnished his step-mother's perfect marriage.
"Jon?"
Her whisper sends delicious shivers down his spine, there was something about the hidden nooks in the godswood that made everything seem so dangerous. It's a miracle he manages to kesp his cold facade.
"Hm," he asks.
"I love you."
His cheeks flush and he attributes it to the cold, "I love you too, sister."
She looks down, she does not bother to hide the hurt in her eyes and he wishes he could take it back but there were ears everywhere.
"I'm going to sleep again."
She leans back down on his shoulder, her eyes firmly shut before he can protest. Jon could easily brush her off. Stand up and leave her but he doesn't.
Where was the sin in moments like these?
He knows the answer.
Everything.
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