In the back of his mind, Jon wondered if she knew what awful things had passed through the heads of so many of the men in Winterfell when she would pass by. More than once, he'd gotten into a scuffle with one of the grooms or a castle guard when they'd let slip a few choice suggestions regarding Daenerys. Thanks to training with Robb and the swordmaster, Jon was a match for any of them, and they soon learned to at least keep their thoughts to themselves. The other Starks frowned on any displays of enmity toward the silver-haired girl, but mostly out of it being the honorable thing to do. Until now, Jon had thought that his motivation as well.
His dark thoughts were pushed back at the sound of her laughter. It was like bells, Jon decided, and he liked that idea. Jon's brow creased as he thought the question over, an expression he was often teased about.
"There are some very soft looking bales in the hayloft," he offered at last. "A few blankets or cloaks would help, and it's well out of sight."
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His dark thoughts were pushed back at the sound of her laughter. It was like bells, Jon decided, and he liked that idea. Jon's brow creased as he thought the question over, an expression he was often teased about.
"There are some very soft looking bales in the hayloft," he offered at last. "A few blankets or cloaks would help, and it's well out of sight."