Love and Comfort

Jon sat against the tree by the lake, Sansa in his arms holding the baby while they watched Arya running around playing with the twins. They both looked exactly like Sansa. Auburn curls and Tully blue eyes. They ran around, waving slender branches, sparring with their Aunt Arya who spoiled them rotten, much to the bother of their parents. They were having a family picnic by the lake as they did every week when the weather was nice. It was a nice way to escape from the pressures of managing the Stark family business.

Jon looked out over the lake, his mind drifting back. It had been 7 years since their parents died. A lot had changed in that time. He and Sansa had three children now. Bran had gone off to med school to continue his studies to become a healer, Rickon was away at boarding school. And Uncle Ben had settled down with a girlfriend and moved into a small house on the neighboring property that he owned. They saw each other occasionally. Old master Luwin was still with them, living up at the manor. He was getting on in years though and was planning to retire when Bran returned to the manor after finishing his studies.

Jon looked up as his daughter Talia cheered, having won her sparring match against her brother Isaac. Isaac pouted a bit but quickly cheered and congratulated his sister while Arya walked over and sat beside him and Sansa, reaching out to take the baby, Carver. Carver had taken after Jon and Arya in looks, deviating from the Tully appearance of his mother and siblings. He had just begun teething and so was in a less than cheerful mood. Arya rocked him, soothing him with a lullaby. So much had changed over the years. After the funeral, they found the late Lord Stark’s journals and discovered that Jon was their cousin, his mother being their Aunt Lyanna. It was a shock, but it didn’t change how they all felt about him. Arya rested her head on his shoulder and let her mind drift, wandering what the future could hold…