"You were the Lady of Winterfell, Lina. You couldn't have left even if you wanted to."
                          
"Sometimes I wonder if he nominated me Lady instead of Bran because he thought I would be a good ruler or simply because he wanted to lock me down in our home."
                          
"Maybe a bit of both." Jon shrugged, causing Ylina to lift up her head to look at him. "In Winterfell, Robb was my best friend. We were close in age and Father treated us both as legitimized sons. As much as he could, at least. Robb and I would train together and as much as I praised myself on having Robb as a best friend, his love for me was nothing compared to the love he held for you. You were his darling angel, Lina. It was clear that he would never be able to live knowing you were sad or hurt and as much as you felt the same, clearly, Robb was your older brother and he felt as if he needed to protect you from any harm that could possibly come your way. No matter how much you insisted, he would have never let you go to war with him."
                          
"But I need him, Jon." Ylina cried out, as the older boy sighed, holding the girl tight in her arms. "I can't live without him."
                          
"You won't." Jon assured, pressing a kiss to Ylina's head. "Robb will always be with you, and so will Father. They both loved you very much and would never ever leave you. Not even in death. And should anyone try to harm you in any way, may the Gods be kind on them, because if there is one thing that could not be questioned by anyone who ever saw you and Robb was that the boy held you in a pedestal, above anything else and he will never stop looking after you. He's just honorable like that. One of the many things that made him who he was, really... The perfect son, the perfect King."
                          
"Jon..."
                          
"Last time I saw him, he was in the courtyard at Winterfell." He said, letting go of Ylina and walking toward a window, as he looked out from his room and toward the grounds of the Wall. If Jon focused enough, he could almost imagine being back to Winterfell, while he saddled his horse with Robb standing right beside him. Back then, he had his curly brown-red hair cut short because of King Robert's visit. He imagined that, after months of combat and war, the curls Lady Catelyn always adored from her oldest son were far longer than before. "He said, next time I see you, you'll be all in black."
                          
Jon stopped talking. He scoffed with a smile, almost as if his words embarrassed him. Ylina didn't dare move. She knew that if she interrupted Jon, he would, most likely, stop talking altogether and never touch in the subject again. So, instead of asking him continue, she simply stayed quiet, giving him the time to do so if he wanted to.
                          
"I was jealous of Robb my whole life." He finally admitted. "The way Father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything... Fighting and hunting and riding and girls. Gods, the girls loved him."
                          
Jon chuckled. At that, Ylina giggled. Still, she felt bad for Jon. Of course, growing up, she supposed he felt that way every once in a while. He was a bastard, after all. Their Father loved him, there was no doubt in that, but Lord Eddard couldn't show him much affection, not like he did his other children. Suddenly, Ylina felt stupid. She should've known Jon thought that. Of course he thought Robb was better at everything, everyone always loved reminding their young lord how skilled he was with a sword in hands, how fiercely he rode his horse... The girls loved fawning over him. After all, Robb wasn't just a young lord, he was a rather handsome one and very kind.
                          
"Any lady will be lucky to call herself yours someday..." Their Lady Mother would often tell Robb.
                          
Jon didn't have any of that. Sure he was skilled with a sword. Maybe even better than Robb. But it didn't matter how much of a capable fighter he was, or how well he rode a horse, or how kind and handsome he was... Jon was a Snow. A bastard with no lands or titles in his future. That was why he came to the Night's Watch, ultimately. To make a name for himself, without having to be a lord of somewhere, a bannerman to their brother.