Deferto Neminem
Title: Deferto Neminem
Author:
yunho_ism
Pairing: Yunjae
Length: (2/10)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Action, Drama, AU
Summary: When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night.
A/N. This fic is heavily inspired by GRR Martin's A Song Of Ice and Fire. Certain elements like the setting, house sigils, and other terminologies are from the books and are therefore not owned by me. The plot however, is mine. Title is from Shakespeare's Hamlet and Kim Jaejoong's chest tattoo.
Chapter 2 - A Cold That Drives Men Mad
Looking as forlorn as her soiled garb, Yunho took in the sight of the woman at the center of the court. The woolen coat handed to her by one of the guards had long lain abandoned on the floor as she knelt with her head bowed before the king, weeping as she retold the mishap that took her husband’s life a few hours ago before dawn. A little boy no older than five was clinging at her side, looking small and frightened from the stares the crowd was giving them. The golden haired king listened intently from his throne as the woman spoke in between heavy sobs.
“The snowstorm had settled earlier in the night so we did not expect the snow to gather that quickly… but it did, Your Grace. The weight had gotten too heavy on our roof and it collapsed with no warning other than a loud creak. My husband battled to get us out of the rubble and was about to pull himself out as well when the rest of the roof fell on him.” The woman looked up with tearful eyes and pulled her son closer to her chest. “The neighbors rushed out to help as soon they could, but it was already too late… Your Grace, we… we were planning on getting the beam of our old house replaced in a few days. If only we had done it earlier, my Kwanghee would still be… He wouldn’t have…” That was all the woman could let out before she completely broke down beyond words.
King Hyun Joong gazed down upon her with kind eyes as he said his condolences and ordered a fraction of his men to check on the houses of the other villages. All that seemed unstable were to be immediately repaired and snow was to be shoveled off the roofs and streets even without the threat of an impending snowstorm. Lastly, he offered a place for the widow and her son to stay at the inner village in Winterfell as they recovered from their loss. Yunho had learned that the northern castle was colossal in size due to its own village inside the castle walls, a small home not only for the soldiers, cooks and servants of the royal family and their bannermen but also a place of refuge for any northerner in need.
Back in the south, the woes and disputes of Yunho’s people involved coin, lands, or harvests. It was different in the north. Though they were greatly fewer in numbers, the northerners fought against a common foe. Coin was of little value when winter hovers all around you… And winter in the north lasted for years. Spring was something the little ones have yet to see.
“There you are!” Yunho only had a second to decipher the familiar voice before he felt a rough tug on his arm and was pulled to face the fuming prince of the north. “You made me wait shivering outside in the snow for hours!”
Yunho winced as the grip on his bicep tightened. True enough, color was rising on the northerner’s pale cheeks, both from the cold and from his anger and there was a considerable amount of snow on his golden hair and on the fur coat on his shoulders. Yunho had completely forgotten that the other prince was waiting for him for their joust at the armory. Their training, consisting mostly of the northerner winning their every sword fight had become a daily morning routine until it was discovered that Yunho was the better archer and rider between the two, much to Jaejoong’s frustration. Yunho had plenty of practice hunting the numerous birds in the south that hitting miniature targets a few hundred meters away with his bow and arrow was no trouble for him. And riding in the snow proved to be tricky at first, but he quickly learned the ways of it and was now able to outrun Jaejoong’s mare even on the slippery slopes. Now, the two princes spent almost every waking hour together as Jaejoong would repeatedly challenge the southern prince, only to lose to him every time.
“I apologize… It’s not that I had forgotten our engagement.” Yunho quickly lied to try to appease Jaejoong’s narrowed eyes and darkening aura. “But I got distracted… I was on my way down to see you when I heard that the king was holding court today.”
As if only realizing now that he was at the great hall, the northern prince’s smoldering gaze softened before letting go of Yunho’s arm and turning his attention to the center of the hall. Realization dawned on him and he quickly made his way through the crowd to the woman and child being guided out to their temporary home. Yunho followed closely behind as Jaejoong knelt down and held both mother and son, Yunho and their training already forgotten as he was back to being their prince.
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As a ruler of half the realm and a father to a newborn son, Hyun Joong was a busy man, but the king had always granted Yunho an audience in his spare time. Despite being easily side-tracked and often too enamored with the snowy kingdom, the southern prince had not forgotten the true purpose of his distant travel. A pact was to be made between the two kingdoms and Yunho spent the entire afternoon appealing to His Grace of the good this alliance would bring to the realm. Heightened trade between the two kingdoms was something they had both agreed upon. The south needed the herbs, medicinal knowledge, fighting prowess and innovation of the north and would trade crops, horses, cattle, man power and textile to them in exchange. However, when Yunho mentioned his intent of inviting someone from the royal family to be a valued ward or consort at the south, the king was quick to say his strong refusal.
“I will not have any of my sisters leave my side or this kingdom.” Hyun Joong had spoken with finality before dismissing the prince and ending their parley for the day.
Yunho did not get the chance to point out that it was prince Jaejoong he sought, but kept his silence in fear that mentioning the prince’s name would evoke an even stronger rejection. He thanked the king for his audience and left the counsel room with slumped shoulders and heavy footsteps, trying to convince himself that he still had time to change the king’s mind. As he was about to retire to his quarters, Yunho was surprised to find the northern prince’s bloodrider leaning against his door, waiting for him with his coat.
“His name is Changmin.” He quickly recalled.
The northerner straightened himself up as Yunho approached until he stood an inch or two taller than the prince.
“Prince Yunho, I am to assist you down tonight.”
Setting aside the rest he had initially planned on getting, Yunho followed the northerner down the castle’s maze of steps until they passed by the wooden doors of the dining hall. Confused on why they were not stopping, Yunho decided to ask. “Are we not on the way to have dinner with the king and his siblings?”
“No.” Changmin flatly responded as they walked further on. “The blood of my blood requests that you join him for dinner tonight.”
“Blood of my blood… he means Jaejoong.” It was a term of endearment Yunho had long noticed between the two.
Thinking about the northern prince, an unnoticed smile crept upon Yunho’s lips. The weeks they had spent together had taught him that the northerner was as fiery as he was cold. His initial distaste and avoidance of the other prince had melted away to a friendly camaraderie until they had developed a warm fondness for each other with every kiss of their blades at the armory and every jape they had exchanged along the hallways. Now, the northern prince was comfortable with even showing him his spoilt and demanding side.
“Just like how he calls for me now... Wanting my attention all to himself.” His smile widened.
Yunho was taken aback when the icy wind touched his face, only to find that Changmin had brought him out to the outskirts of the rear of the castle. The north was bearable during the day, but at night, the cold bites. And tonight, even the moon peeking at the distance looked frozen. The first gust caught him, slicing through his layers of wool and leather to set his teeth to chattering, his coat flapping loudly on his shoulders. They continued to leave their footprints on the snow until they rounded the stables and found about half a dozen men huddled together, chatting around a large campfire. Yunho quickly spotted Jaejoong’s golden hair among them and the northern prince looked up to beckon him.
“This is a cold that drives men mad.” Yunho sullenly greeted as he took his place beside the prince on a small log covered with fur, inwardly longing for the warmth and comforts of the insides of the castle.
“A little cold doesn’t hurt you.” Jaejoong countered but allowed Yunho to scoot closer to the fire and closer to him.
Yunho snorted as he rubbed his numbing hands together. Thankfully, he had brought his gloves. “Yes it does. Have you ever heard of frostbites?”
Jaejoong let out a hearty laugh before handing Yunho a piece of bread and a warm bowl of mutton broth. Yunho immediately felt better upon the first bite.
As the chatter around them ensued, Yunho learned that these northmen were Jaejoong’s most trusted friends, his frequent hunting companions and on rare night when the moon granted them a glimpse of itself, they gather around a campfire with a small feast from their kill and a flagon of purple wine… Jaejoong introduced his bannermen and their villages one by one.
“To your right is Stark, watcher of the Trident… The one with the bushy eyebrows is Kastark, his cousin… Bolton, from the Dreadfort… Arryn, from the Eyrie… And of course, the blood of my blood.” He motioned to his bloodrider. “Changmin’s father is the castellan of Winterfell. Their family has been with us for hundreds of years… And the queen is Changmin’s only sister.”
Yunho nodded to them one by one, easily learning their names.
When the moon was already high above their heads and everyone was either tipsy or drunk from the wine, gentle snow started to fall. Yunho felt Jaejoong inch even closer to him and he leaned his body to the northerner’s warmth in response.
“I see you went hunting again today.” Yunho spoke after Kastark poured him another cup of wine.
“Yes… and I know you were with my brother again all afternoon.” Jaejoong put down his bowl and gazed into the fire. “Are you really in so much of a hurry to settle matters here and go home to your kingdom?”
Jaejoong sounded almost sad and his tone caused Yunho to put down cup and refuse the turkey leg Arryn was offering him. “No, not at all. It is quite the opposite, if truth be told… Despite how much I complain about the cold, I like it here... Your villagers are warm, your soldiers strong but hospitable and I learn new things for my kingdom every day… At the same time, seeing you with your people makes me want to do things I have never considered in the past… You see, I was never half the prince that you are now when I was in the south… I may be the rightful heir, but I never felt compelled to care beyond what was expected of me. Being king someday was something I considered a mere duty… While you and your brother… You are both different. And you make me want to change… I know it’s a late start but with this alliance, I want to show the compassion I now feel for my people.”
“I think you put yourself down too much.” Jaejoong smiled as he looked up. “You travelled all the way up here didn’t you? You had no assurance of surviving the journey but you still did. It’s something I would never have done… My brother would have to tie me up and have a horse drag me all the way to the wall if he wants me to go. And I promise you, I would be kicking and screaming the entire time.”
“I see… So you wouldn’t have come if I asked you to go with me to my kingdom.” Yunho realized in disappointment as he made a grab for his cup again.
“I know you’ll make a great king someday.” Jaejoong added when the other continued his silence.
Yunho chuckled lightly and tried to hide his stupor with a joke. “But you see, a prince first needs a queen to become king… I’d be the envy of the entire realm if I had one of your sisters as my wife.”
“Hell would have to freeze over before I would let that happen.” Jaejoong hissed and Yunho smirked upon getting the reaction he wanted.
“But that would make us brothers! Wouldn’t you want to have me as your brother?” The southerner teased as he playfully bumped Jaejoong’s shoulder.
“That never even crossed my mind… I have Hyun Joong and Changmin for that so keep your hands away from my sisters.”
Yunho laughed but looked across their circle to where Changmin was seated. He seemed busy nursing his wine but the southerner knew the bloodrider was always watching. “True. You cannot get more protective than that.”
This time, it was Jaejoong’s turn to bump the other prince’s shoulder, although a bit forcefully, causing Yunho to spill some of his wine. “Now, tell us more about the time you accidentally set your maester’s robe and in turn, the entire library of your father’s tower on fire.”
Yunho groaned and grumbled but still did as he was asked after a little urging, thinking that it was worth losing face to the lot of grown men as long as he had Jaejoong doubling over in laughter beside him.
They had long lost track of time when silence finally settled amongst them. Stark, Kastark and Bolton had left, Arryn was passed out on a barrel next to them and Changmin had gone off to take a piss, leaving only the two princes.
“You’re freezing.” The northern prince brushed off a snowflake that had fallen on Yunho’s eyelashes with his fingers. “And your nose is all red… I’m almost certain you’ll end up with a cold in the morning… This won’t do. Your kingdom will wage a war when we send you back a snowman.” Taking off his gloves, Jaejoong furiously rubbed his hands together before blowing hot air on them and cupping Yunho’s cold cheeks. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have made you stay out this long.”
Yunho closed his eyes and found himself leaning into the touch. They were so close together, he could feel Jaejoong’s warm breath caressing his face. “You shouldn’t be sorry… This is nice… I’m actually glad we’re here tonight.”
When Yunho opened his eyes again, he found himself inches away from the northern prince’s face. Jaejoong smiled. “It makes me happy to know that you’re happy.”
A sudden rustle among the bushes caused Jaejoong to drop his hands and lean away as Changmin stepped out of the darkness and started moving towards them. “Blood of my blood, I think it is way past time we head back to the castle.”
Jaejoong nodded and both he and Yunho got up as Changmin helped the drunken Arryn to his feet.
On the way back to Winterfell, Yunho looked up to the moon and decided that Jaejoong was right after all… A little cold doesn’t hurt.
Perhaps it was the wine, or the camp fire, or the heat from the frequent brushing of their shoulders as they walked along the hallway, or the radiant smile from Jaejoong’s face when he said good night that had Yunho thinking it was the warmest nights he has ever had in the north.
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Author:
yunho_ism
Pairing: Yunjae
Length: (2/10)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Action, Drama, AU
Summary: When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night.
A/N. This fic is heavily inspired by GRR Martin's A Song Of Ice and Fire. Certain elements like the setting, house sigils, and other terminologies are from the books and are therefore not owned by me. The plot however, is mine. Title is from Shakespeare's Hamlet and Kim Jaejoong's chest tattoo.
Chapter 2 - A Cold That Drives Men Mad
Looking as forlorn as her soiled garb, Yunho took in the sight of the woman at the center of the court. The woolen coat handed to her by one of the guards had long lain abandoned on the floor as she knelt with her head bowed before the king, weeping as she retold the mishap that took her husband’s life a few hours ago before dawn. A little boy no older than five was clinging at her side, looking small and frightened from the stares the crowd was giving them. The golden haired king listened intently from his throne as the woman spoke in between heavy sobs.
“The snowstorm had settled earlier in the night so we did not expect the snow to gather that quickly… but it did, Your Grace. The weight had gotten too heavy on our roof and it collapsed with no warning other than a loud creak. My husband battled to get us out of the rubble and was about to pull himself out as well when the rest of the roof fell on him.” The woman looked up with tearful eyes and pulled her son closer to her chest. “The neighbors rushed out to help as soon they could, but it was already too late… Your Grace, we… we were planning on getting the beam of our old house replaced in a few days. If only we had done it earlier, my Kwanghee would still be… He wouldn’t have…” That was all the woman could let out before she completely broke down beyond words.
King Hyun Joong gazed down upon her with kind eyes as he said his condolences and ordered a fraction of his men to check on the houses of the other villages. All that seemed unstable were to be immediately repaired and snow was to be shoveled off the roofs and streets even without the threat of an impending snowstorm. Lastly, he offered a place for the widow and her son to stay at the inner village in Winterfell as they recovered from their loss. Yunho had learned that the northern castle was colossal in size due to its own village inside the castle walls, a small home not only for the soldiers, cooks and servants of the royal family and their bannermen but also a place of refuge for any northerner in need.
Back in the south, the woes and disputes of Yunho’s people involved coin, lands, or harvests. It was different in the north. Though they were greatly fewer in numbers, the northerners fought against a common foe. Coin was of little value when winter hovers all around you… And winter in the north lasted for years. Spring was something the little ones have yet to see.
“There you are!” Yunho only had a second to decipher the familiar voice before he felt a rough tug on his arm and was pulled to face the fuming prince of the north. “You made me wait shivering outside in the snow for hours!”
Yunho winced as the grip on his bicep tightened. True enough, color was rising on the northerner’s pale cheeks, both from the cold and from his anger and there was a considerable amount of snow on his golden hair and on the fur coat on his shoulders. Yunho had completely forgotten that the other prince was waiting for him for their joust at the armory. Their training, consisting mostly of the northerner winning their every sword fight had become a daily morning routine until it was discovered that Yunho was the better archer and rider between the two, much to Jaejoong’s frustration. Yunho had plenty of practice hunting the numerous birds in the south that hitting miniature targets a few hundred meters away with his bow and arrow was no trouble for him. And riding in the snow proved to be tricky at first, but he quickly learned the ways of it and was now able to outrun Jaejoong’s mare even on the slippery slopes. Now, the two princes spent almost every waking hour together as Jaejoong would repeatedly challenge the southern prince, only to lose to him every time.
“I apologize… It’s not that I had forgotten our engagement.” Yunho quickly lied to try to appease Jaejoong’s narrowed eyes and darkening aura. “But I got distracted… I was on my way down to see you when I heard that the king was holding court today.”
As if only realizing now that he was at the great hall, the northern prince’s smoldering gaze softened before letting go of Yunho’s arm and turning his attention to the center of the hall. Realization dawned on him and he quickly made his way through the crowd to the woman and child being guided out to their temporary home. Yunho followed closely behind as Jaejoong knelt down and held both mother and son, Yunho and their training already forgotten as he was back to being their prince.
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As a ruler of half the realm and a father to a newborn son, Hyun Joong was a busy man, but the king had always granted Yunho an audience in his spare time. Despite being easily side-tracked and often too enamored with the snowy kingdom, the southern prince had not forgotten the true purpose of his distant travel. A pact was to be made between the two kingdoms and Yunho spent the entire afternoon appealing to His Grace of the good this alliance would bring to the realm. Heightened trade between the two kingdoms was something they had both agreed upon. The south needed the herbs, medicinal knowledge, fighting prowess and innovation of the north and would trade crops, horses, cattle, man power and textile to them in exchange. However, when Yunho mentioned his intent of inviting someone from the royal family to be a valued ward or consort at the south, the king was quick to say his strong refusal.
“I will not have any of my sisters leave my side or this kingdom.” Hyun Joong had spoken with finality before dismissing the prince and ending their parley for the day.
Yunho did not get the chance to point out that it was prince Jaejoong he sought, but kept his silence in fear that mentioning the prince’s name would evoke an even stronger rejection. He thanked the king for his audience and left the counsel room with slumped shoulders and heavy footsteps, trying to convince himself that he still had time to change the king’s mind. As he was about to retire to his quarters, Yunho was surprised to find the northern prince’s bloodrider leaning against his door, waiting for him with his coat.
“His name is Changmin.” He quickly recalled.
The northerner straightened himself up as Yunho approached until he stood an inch or two taller than the prince.
“Prince Yunho, I am to assist you down tonight.”
Setting aside the rest he had initially planned on getting, Yunho followed the northerner down the castle’s maze of steps until they passed by the wooden doors of the dining hall. Confused on why they were not stopping, Yunho decided to ask. “Are we not on the way to have dinner with the king and his siblings?”
“No.” Changmin flatly responded as they walked further on. “The blood of my blood requests that you join him for dinner tonight.”
“Blood of my blood… he means Jaejoong.” It was a term of endearment Yunho had long noticed between the two.
Thinking about the northern prince, an unnoticed smile crept upon Yunho’s lips. The weeks they had spent together had taught him that the northerner was as fiery as he was cold. His initial distaste and avoidance of the other prince had melted away to a friendly camaraderie until they had developed a warm fondness for each other with every kiss of their blades at the armory and every jape they had exchanged along the hallways. Now, the northern prince was comfortable with even showing him his spoilt and demanding side.
“Just like how he calls for me now... Wanting my attention all to himself.” His smile widened.
Yunho was taken aback when the icy wind touched his face, only to find that Changmin had brought him out to the outskirts of the rear of the castle. The north was bearable during the day, but at night, the cold bites. And tonight, even the moon peeking at the distance looked frozen. The first gust caught him, slicing through his layers of wool and leather to set his teeth to chattering, his coat flapping loudly on his shoulders. They continued to leave their footprints on the snow until they rounded the stables and found about half a dozen men huddled together, chatting around a large campfire. Yunho quickly spotted Jaejoong’s golden hair among them and the northern prince looked up to beckon him.
“This is a cold that drives men mad.” Yunho sullenly greeted as he took his place beside the prince on a small log covered with fur, inwardly longing for the warmth and comforts of the insides of the castle.
“A little cold doesn’t hurt you.” Jaejoong countered but allowed Yunho to scoot closer to the fire and closer to him.
Yunho snorted as he rubbed his numbing hands together. Thankfully, he had brought his gloves. “Yes it does. Have you ever heard of frostbites?”
Jaejoong let out a hearty laugh before handing Yunho a piece of bread and a warm bowl of mutton broth. Yunho immediately felt better upon the first bite.
As the chatter around them ensued, Yunho learned that these northmen were Jaejoong’s most trusted friends, his frequent hunting companions and on rare night when the moon granted them a glimpse of itself, they gather around a campfire with a small feast from their kill and a flagon of purple wine… Jaejoong introduced his bannermen and their villages one by one.
“To your right is Stark, watcher of the Trident… The one with the bushy eyebrows is Kastark, his cousin… Bolton, from the Dreadfort… Arryn, from the Eyrie… And of course, the blood of my blood.” He motioned to his bloodrider. “Changmin’s father is the castellan of Winterfell. Their family has been with us for hundreds of years… And the queen is Changmin’s only sister.”
Yunho nodded to them one by one, easily learning their names.
When the moon was already high above their heads and everyone was either tipsy or drunk from the wine, gentle snow started to fall. Yunho felt Jaejoong inch even closer to him and he leaned his body to the northerner’s warmth in response.
“I see you went hunting again today.” Yunho spoke after Kastark poured him another cup of wine.
“Yes… and I know you were with my brother again all afternoon.” Jaejoong put down his bowl and gazed into the fire. “Are you really in so much of a hurry to settle matters here and go home to your kingdom?”
Jaejoong sounded almost sad and his tone caused Yunho to put down cup and refuse the turkey leg Arryn was offering him. “No, not at all. It is quite the opposite, if truth be told… Despite how much I complain about the cold, I like it here... Your villagers are warm, your soldiers strong but hospitable and I learn new things for my kingdom every day… At the same time, seeing you with your people makes me want to do things I have never considered in the past… You see, I was never half the prince that you are now when I was in the south… I may be the rightful heir, but I never felt compelled to care beyond what was expected of me. Being king someday was something I considered a mere duty… While you and your brother… You are both different. And you make me want to change… I know it’s a late start but with this alliance, I want to show the compassion I now feel for my people.”
“I think you put yourself down too much.” Jaejoong smiled as he looked up. “You travelled all the way up here didn’t you? You had no assurance of surviving the journey but you still did. It’s something I would never have done… My brother would have to tie me up and have a horse drag me all the way to the wall if he wants me to go. And I promise you, I would be kicking and screaming the entire time.”
“I see… So you wouldn’t have come if I asked you to go with me to my kingdom.” Yunho realized in disappointment as he made a grab for his cup again.
“I know you’ll make a great king someday.” Jaejoong added when the other continued his silence.
Yunho chuckled lightly and tried to hide his stupor with a joke. “But you see, a prince first needs a queen to become king… I’d be the envy of the entire realm if I had one of your sisters as my wife.”
“Hell would have to freeze over before I would let that happen.” Jaejoong hissed and Yunho smirked upon getting the reaction he wanted.
“But that would make us brothers! Wouldn’t you want to have me as your brother?” The southerner teased as he playfully bumped Jaejoong’s shoulder.
“That never even crossed my mind… I have Hyun Joong and Changmin for that so keep your hands away from my sisters.”
Yunho laughed but looked across their circle to where Changmin was seated. He seemed busy nursing his wine but the southerner knew the bloodrider was always watching. “True. You cannot get more protective than that.”
This time, it was Jaejoong’s turn to bump the other prince’s shoulder, although a bit forcefully, causing Yunho to spill some of his wine. “Now, tell us more about the time you accidentally set your maester’s robe and in turn, the entire library of your father’s tower on fire.”
Yunho groaned and grumbled but still did as he was asked after a little urging, thinking that it was worth losing face to the lot of grown men as long as he had Jaejoong doubling over in laughter beside him.
They had long lost track of time when silence finally settled amongst them. Stark, Kastark and Bolton had left, Arryn was passed out on a barrel next to them and Changmin had gone off to take a piss, leaving only the two princes.
“You’re freezing.” The northern prince brushed off a snowflake that had fallen on Yunho’s eyelashes with his fingers. “And your nose is all red… I’m almost certain you’ll end up with a cold in the morning… This won’t do. Your kingdom will wage a war when we send you back a snowman.” Taking off his gloves, Jaejoong furiously rubbed his hands together before blowing hot air on them and cupping Yunho’s cold cheeks. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have made you stay out this long.”
Yunho closed his eyes and found himself leaning into the touch. They were so close together, he could feel Jaejoong’s warm breath caressing his face. “You shouldn’t be sorry… This is nice… I’m actually glad we’re here tonight.”
When Yunho opened his eyes again, he found himself inches away from the northern prince’s face. Jaejoong smiled. “It makes me happy to know that you’re happy.”
A sudden rustle among the bushes caused Jaejoong to drop his hands and lean away as Changmin stepped out of the darkness and started moving towards them. “Blood of my blood, I think it is way past time we head back to the castle.”
Jaejoong nodded and both he and Yunho got up as Changmin helped the drunken Arryn to his feet.
On the way back to Winterfell, Yunho looked up to the moon and decided that Jaejoong was right after all… A little cold doesn’t hurt.
Perhaps it was the wine, or the camp fire, or the heat from the frequent brushing of their shoulders as they walked along the hallway, or the radiant smile from Jaejoong’s face when he said good night that had Yunho thinking it was the warmest nights he has ever had in the north.
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