It was when we decided to have lunch at her home and all these while I had asked her to not let anybody know about our meets.The first day I went to h...r made me happy. It was clean but had a single bedded kathiya(an old form of bed) and the house was at a secluded place. I thanked myself of not coming to her house at the initial meets which would’ve perhaps given her an indication of my intentions. She wore the red dress that I had bought for her and she had cooked mutton and chicken for me the. Not only was he naked wrapped ina towel, but his beautiful bedroom brown eyes and sweet smile made me weak at the knees. His soft, shy voice invited me in.As I walked through his entryway, I felt his fingertips slide down the middle of my back. My knees instantly buckled and I felt dizzy and weak. My skin tingling like a bolt of lighting had just hit me. A spark of energy flowing through my skin. The hair on the back of my neck raised.I giggled like a school girl as I made my way through the. All hope rested on Arya then….Knowing Arya's character there wasn't much hope there either.Since Arya had turned 18 and become as beautiful as her late Aunt Lyanna Stark, there was even more madness in lust for the men of Winterfell. And she was just as accomplished a warrior as her father in battle.Now all she had to do was find out who was bedding her daughter and put a stop to it.Strangely enough….something inside her kept telling her that Jon Snow was somehow. Then, as one, the female dancers broke away from their partners and stood, looking and reaching toward their men with one hand, wistful expressions on their faces. The men stood, feet widespread, arms crossed, glaring through their masks as the music ceased momentarily. When it began again, a low bass beat thrummed through the floor and each female dancer came to life, running into their partners' waiting arms. Ivy was breathing hard now, and she winced slightly as her partner's hands grasped.