@hefzyisback | STARTER
the hall was loud; the e c h o of men howling with laughter, of forks scratching plates and of joyous conversations filled the air surrounding jon, yet the young boy was not hungry. with every quick glance up his eyes met with either one of his siblings, his father or lady stark; the former two looked saddened and almost guilty with their gaze, but the latter had a look that jon would be foolish to mistake for anything but spite. although her disapproving looks and harsh quips hµr† him, the bastard knew she was right to feel such a way about him; he was the living embodiment of his own fathers mistakes; the flesh and blood that made him was full of regret, shame and of dishonesty — everybody knew it. the honourable ned stark knew it, the bitter lady stark knew it, but most of all, the bastard himself, jon snow knew it. shock had taken over the boy’s body when his father extended an invitation unto him —— the shock did not come in the fact that he was shoved in the back with the other low-born’s lord stark respected, or rather, PITIED, enough to invite to the feast, but the fact an invitation was given at all. he was certain that lady stark would not have wanted it. he had heard her hushed whispers, telling her husband it would be disrespectful to the royal family to have a 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓭 in their presence, but ned insisted his son was to be present, even if he was to sit on his own in the back of the hall, looking up at the only family he’d ever known — it was a metaphor come true. fork dragged across his plate, moving around the meat that took up most of the room upon the dish; bitter eyes fixated on the table, fed up of meeting the glaring eyes of his family. jon was in a BAD MOOD. he’d rather be brooding outside where he could at least shoot arrows and let out some of the anger that had swelled within him for 18 years, not ʰᵘᵐⁱˡⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ in a hall where everybody else appeared to be having the time of their life. the distraction of his thoughts had left him unaware of the world around him; the bastard hadn’t even noticed footsteps approach him until they paused and a figure stood towering over him. eyes did not leave the table; at this point, jon didn’t care who stood there. he just wanted to be left ȶɦɛ ɦɛʟʟ ALONE.
“WHAT?”
