now all i can imagine is just all the stark kids sat around with their mouths slightly open waiting to see how long before Jon notices and throws apples at them.

(/although I headcanon that due to the tea, Jeyne is going to struggle to have kids...)

continued from X

       Jeyne wanted to say yes, his brother did it well and often. He was doing it for a cause much greater than himself. Still, there was a part of her that thought, war… War brought nothing but sorrow. She wrapped her cloak around herself a bit tighter, before she looked up at the latest king in the north.

        "Should the cause be greater than yourself…. Yes… If it’s to get your home back… Yes. To save the ones you love. Yes. To destroy a great evil. Yes. Otherwise, there is no cause to spill blood. But, that is just my opinion.“

                     HE,  DESOLATE .  like  a  ROSE ,  his  roots  are  deep  into  the  ground ;  akin  to  ASTERS ,  he  craves  the  light  but  will  perish  in  the  shade   ---   the  one  cast  by  the  very  name  he  carries :  A  TYRELL  OF  HIGHGARDEN .  he  cannot  leave   (   not  that  he  has  anywhere  to  go   )   for  his  leg  is  more  trouble  than  it  is  worth  at  this  point .  &&  now  he  is  also  LORD ,  &&  HIGH  MARSHAL ,  WARDEN ,  DEFENDER .  he  is  alone  with  his  burden   ---   full  of  titles  &&  filled  GRAVES .  it  is  only  fate ,  then ,  that  the  QUEEN  WHO  LOST  THE NORTH  would  ever  bother  with  the  crippled  flower ;  her  comment  brings  an  unexpected  but  UNREAL  laugh  from  him ,  where  he  rests  under  the  tree ,  cane  never  far  away .     ❛     you  are  not  the  FIRST  to  comment  on  it ,  my  lady .  mayhaps  we  can  be  LONELY  in  each  other’s  company ?     ❜

1.    au   where   robb   survives   &.   viserys    needs   to   negotiate   with   him   in   order   to   defeat   the   lannisters   .      when   negotiations   sour   ,      he    starts   trying   to   get   jeyne   on   his   side   .

2.    jeyne   and   robb   travel   to   dragonstone   to   negotiate   with   the   targaryens   in   the   lull   before   the   battle   for   the   iron  throne   .     the   targaryens   are   willing   to   give   them   the   north   in   exchange   for   their   help   ,      but   can   the   dragonspawn   be   trusted?

          a small woman she was, if even his cloak looked so big on her --- this, when Jon himself could hardly be called vertically favored. Ygritte had been short, herself, and her head would tuck perfectly under his chin, as he held her close and left loving kisses on that impossible tangle of red hair. something else he counted in common with Robb, apparently --- their chosen type of girl. whereas the spearwife had been wild and untamed, however, Jeyne was sweet and docile and tender; far too tender for the terrible hardships imposed on such fragile shoulders. would that he could have protected her from all of them, as his cloak now did to the snowflakes descending from the skies above.

 ‘ you need it more than i do. ‘

//meeeeee