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Jon Snow slammed closed the doors of his chamber and lumbered across the stone floors towards his bed, shedding swords, daggers and cloak as he moved. He collapsed onto the soft blankets, his eyes shut before his head had fully settled on the pillows. Images began to play across his eyelids causing him to open them quickly in surprise. His dark eyes scanned the room but he saw nothing that screamed danger; Jon settled back into his bed and allowed sleep to overtake him.

A strong breeze swept through the dense trees that surrounded him, leaves of hundreds of shades of green fell around his feet. Jon looked around to see a worn path weaving through the forest. He could hear a woman's voice in his head urging him down the path; her sweet tone caused his heart to race in his chest.

Suddenly a dark figure appeared a few feet from him. A dark cloak covered everything but two pale hands that lifted to the head; small fingers took hold of the hood and slowly pulled it back revealing the most beautiful woman Jon had ever seen. Her ocean blue eyes sent a shock through him.

"Who are you?" Jon asked, his voice shaking as he took in the contours of her flawless face.

The woman stared at him in silence, her gaze unwavering. Jon blinked and when he opened his eyes the woman was so close that every time she took a breath, her chest brushed his. "Jon." She whispered bringing a hand to his jaw. Jon felt her other hand sliding down his chest towards the waistband of his trousers.

Jon brought both of his hands up to cup her face, pulling her into a passionate kiss. He felt her tongue glide across his, her fingers moving to tug at his hair. He broke the kiss but slid his lips along her jaw to her neck, causing a moan to echo through the woods.

She moaned his name again, her hand slipping into his trousers stroking his growing length. Jon felt his knees buckle slightly and pulled her hand away from him. A smile spread slowly across the woman's face as she stepped further away. She turned on her heel and sprinted away from him; Jon yelled after her and quickly followed her path.

Her laughter echoed around him spurring him to run faster. When he caught up with her, the strange woman was standing at the edge of a cliff, Winterfell in the distance behind her. Jon's eyes widened when she took a step back, her heels hanging over the edge. "Come to me." He begged holding out his hand.

"Catch me, Jon." She said, spreading her arms wide and falling backward off the cliff. Jon screamed and rushed to the edge, his eyes watching as her body plummeted towards the black water below.

Jon gasped awake, eyes darting around the room. He had had the dream for as long as he could remember but for some reason it and others like it had been coming every night for the last month. He got to his feet and paced the length of his room, replaying the details of the dream over and over.

He moved toward a window and stared down over the castle; the people milling around the market square distracted him from the fading voice playing with his mind. After nearly an hour, Jon shoved himself off the wall and walked back to his bed. 'No dreams, no dreams.' He thought but knew that no matter how he begged his subconscious the blue eyed woman would star in his dreams until morning came.

Jon sighed as he tried to focus on what his half-brother was saying but couldn't keep his mind on the topic at hand. "Bran, can we take a break? I need to get some air."

"We're outside." Bran said, raising an eyebrow. "How much more air do you need?"

Jon shot the child a look and said, "Just give me a moment, please."

Bran frowned but walked away leaving Jon leaning heavily against the wall near the blacksmith. A flash of red caught his eye and he looked up to see himself smiling down at the woman in his dreams. The apparitions were tangled in each others arms, uncaring that their scene wasn't appropriate for a market square.

Suddenly his oldest half-brother walked through the ghostly images pulling Jon back to reality. Robb's face as tense with worry, his eyes narrowed. "Are you alright?" Jon just shook his head. "What's wrong?"

"I had that dream again last night." Jon admitted.

"About the girl?"

"Yes. I've been having them every night and now I'm," Jon trailed off unsure if he should continue. At Robb's look he sighed, "I'm seeing her, seeing us together while I'm awake."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just now. I could see us together right there." Jon pointed to the center of the square. "I, I don't know what to do to stop it."

"Have you talked to father?" Robb asked, his concern plain on his face.

"No. I don't think this is something he'd concern himself with."

"What won't I concern myself with?" the deep, calming voice of Eddard 'Ned' Stark caused Jon to spin around. Ned raised an eyebrow waiting for one of his sons to begin speaking. "Well?"

"Jon's having dreams."

"Robb!" Jon snapped. Robb just shrugged. Jon sighed and looked back to his father. "It's nothing, father."

"Jon, walk with me." Ned said, his tone leaving no room for discussion. Jon shot Robb another look but did as his father requested and followed the Lord of Winterfell towards the gates.

They walked in silence towards the godswood, stopping beneath the weirwood tree. Ned sat down under the tree and looked at his son expectantly. "I've been having dreams for as long as I can remember." Jon finally began.

"What kind of dreams?"

"About a girl." He almost whispered. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks when Ned cracked a rare smile. "I usually only have them once every couple of months but lately I've been having them every night."

"What happens in the dreams?"

"There's one I have over and over. We're in the woods just over the ridge." Jon said looking towards the forest three or four miles away. "But everything is so green, no snow anywhere. She runs from me and stops on the edge of a cliff. I try to reach for her but she throws herself off the cliff and then I wake up. She asks me to catch her but there's just no way."

"What do you feel when you wake up?" Ned asked leaning forward.

"Terrified. Angry. Like I've failed her."

"What about the other dreams?"

Jon gnawed on his bottom lip before saying, "Some are just the two of us talking; here actually." He said looking towards the small lake of near black water. "Other's we're…" Jon trailed off, his blush deepening.

"You lie with her?"

"Yes."

Ned bit back at laugh at his son's embarrassment. "Why haven't you mentioned these to me?"

"I didn't know what to say. She confuses me. She's beautiful, wild, almost dangerous sometimes. She feels strong and stubborn, too much for me to hope to be real." Jon stated. The smile on his face made Ned clap his hand on his shoulder. "What do you think it means?"

"I think the Gods are trying to tell you something."

"What?"

"That's not for me to know."

"That's not helpful, father."

Ned just laughed. "Don't think so much about it, Jon. Your mind is constantly moving, searching."

Jon frowned but nodded. "Thank you, father."

"Let me know if these dreams progress."

"Of course."

Ned got to his feet. "Let's get back. Dinner should be served soon."

The two men walked back towards the square in silence, both minds racing. Jon looked up to see his father's wife watching them from a second story window. He nodded to her, only to have her turn away from the window.

Jon rolled his eyes and looked to his father. "I think I'll take my food in my chambers."

Ned hadn't missed the icy glare Catelyn had shot Jon and nodded. "I'll have someone bring something up to you."

"Thank you father."

"I hope sleep comes easily to you tonight."

Jon smiled softly. "As do I."

He trudged up to his room, taking off his furs. His room was always warm, sometimes bordering on hot; today was a hot day. Jon was nearly seated when a light knock sounded on his door. He crossed the short distance to fling the door open, revealing one of the kitchen wenches.

She batted her eyes up at him as she carefully passed Jon a silver tray. "Thanks." He said placing it on the end of his bed. "That'll be all."

"You sure, m'lord?"

"Positive. Now go." He said.

Jon ate slowly trying to draw out his time awake for as long as possible but soon he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. The sound of the tray clanking to the floor as it fell from his lap snapped him awake. With a sigh he stretched out, resting on his side his arm beneath his head. He closed his eyes and fell into deep sleep.

Jon's lips ran along smooth skin, down the ivory column of her throat, between her breasts and stopping just below her belly button. He looked up to see blue eyes staring back at him. "Delilah." He whispered, pressing his lips back to her skin. A soft moan caused him to smile against her skin.

"Jon, don't tease." She begged, bringing her hands to wind in his hair. He laughed and kissed his way back up her body, coming to settle between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a rough kiss. "You know I hate when you tease."

"You love it."

Delilah rolled her eyes and pushed him onto his back, settling just below his erection. Jon's eyes ran down her body, his hands resting on her hips. She leaned down and kissed him sweetly. "Fuck me, Jon."

"Jon!" a shove on his shoulder caused Jon to jolt awake.

"What? What is it?"

His eyes adjusted to the dark to see Theon standing a few feet away from him. "It's time to leave. The hunt, remember?"

Jon thought for a moment but then nodded. "Yes. Just give me a moment. I'll be down soon."

Theon nodded and left the man alone. Jon sat up on his elbows and let out a sigh of frustration. 'One more minute.' He thought wanting to close his eyes and reenter the dream but the sound of men readying their horses in the square below his window forced him to his feet.

He changed into a thicker set of clothes and pulled on his cloak, sheathed his sword and tucked a dagger into his boot before heading down to the square. He nodded at his father's men as he passed them; he climbed onto his horse and looked at his half-brother. "Ready when you are."

"Let's go, boys." Robb said nudging his horse into a gallop.

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