"May I have this dance, milady?"

"Of course," you giggle, taking a hold of Robb's outstretched hand.

Theon watches as you dance with his friend. He takes an angry gulp of his drink and stabs the meat violently.

"Would you stop that."

"I'll do whatever the hell I want, bastard," he glares at Jon.

"Well, at least try to keep your knife trained on the food instead of Robb."

"I-"

"Spare me," Jon rolls his eyes, "it's obvious that you're jealous."

"I am not."

"Alright." Jon glances at you and his half-brother. "I do hope Robb's hands don't stray," he comments casually.

Theon's up and headed for you immediately. "May I cut in," he asks with feigned politeness.

"No, you may not," you reply, holding back a smug grin. Robb shrugs.

That was the first time anyone ever heard Jon laugh as loud as that.