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" Gooners paradise: Reborn with a shameless system in house of godesses"
As the name says it's a gooners paradise
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Once his beard was finished, Jon left his chambers and headed towards the dining room to break his fast.
Along the way, he greeted the servants and cooks who had been his friends since he was a child.
When Lady Stark kept him away from his brothers, Jon would sneak into the kitchens and talk to the cooks and maids.
They often gave him more food, an extra leg of pork, more dessert at dinner, and even in the early hours of the morning he would go for a piece of meat pie.
As Jon grew older, he began to interact with the guards.
Some nights he would accompany them on watch and chat with them.
Jon knew most of the guards; he knew their lives, their problems, and the lovers they had.
As he grew up, Jon had realized that men liked to boast about how many women they had been with.
Thanks to them, Jon knew he didn't have to be like those men.
Being discreet gave him the opportunity to be with many women.
They talked among themselves and about the bastard of Winterfell's cock, but only in whispers so that Lady Stark wouldn't find out.
When he arrived at his usual place, he looked towards the high table where the Stark family was sitting.
As usual, Lady Stark didn't look at him, but her daughter Sansa did.
A smile adorned his sister's face, and Jon couldn't help but return the look and a smile. Just then, Sansa blushed and began to eat so that her mother and Arya wouldn't see how embarrassed she was.
Without a doubt, Sansa was truly excited for their later session, and Jon was too.
Although it was good to be with Jeyne and excited to try her pussy, it was Sansa whom Jon wanted to take.
Their session in the godswood had been magnificent, just the two of them, but he would try to give Jeyne the same treatment. Speaking of her, Jon looked around for her. When he found her, she was next to her father, Vayon Poole, who was telling his daughter that he would be leaving in the afternoon, and all Jeyne did was nod.
When he finished his breakfast, he left the castle to get some fresh air.
After a nod to the guards, he headed to the godswood.
Although Jon wasn't a devout believer in any religion, he had always found peace there. While most of the Stark children, including Catelyn herself, were terrified of the Heart Tree's face, Jon was indifferent to its smiling face.
When he reached the tree, Jon sat on one of the roots and began to think about the events of the last week.
It had been almost two weeks since his father left for White Harbor.
From the first night his father had left, Jon had begun his adventure with Cat, Sansa, and Jeyne.
This was fucking unreal to him, not only was he fucking his father's wife, but he was also enjoying the daughter of the Warden of the North, the gods must be furious with him, maybe one day he would find his punishment in the seven hells along with Catelyn and Sansa by his side, Jon could not think more as someone had covered his eyes from behind, if he had been somewhere else he would have gotten rid of the person's grip, but being in the godswood only a Stark could come here.
"Who am I?" asked a little girl's voice as she laughed.
"Mmm, those slender fingers like branches, that squeaky voice like a squirrel's, you must be Septa Mordane," Jon teased, making the girl giggle.
"Jon, don't be silly, guess again," said the girl.
"Shouldn't you be with your Septa learning to sew, Arya?" Jon asked, causing his sister to release him from her grip.
"I escaped when the Septa was distracted for a moment, don't tell anyone," Arya begged as she looked behind her to make sure no one was following her.
"And what were you doing that made you run away?" Jon asked, amused by his sister's gestures.
"The Septa was teaching us about raised stitching, which offers a lot of relief due to a filling of cardboard or raw cotton.
As usual, Sansa was the best and kept asking the Septa how her stupid stitching was turning out," Arya replied, imitating Sansa's voice.
Jon couldn't help but smile at Arya's imitation.
"No, you're not doing it wrong, Arya.
Sansa's voice is higher-pitched.
It would be like, "Septa, how's my embroidery looking?" Jon said, imitating and exaggerating Sansa's voice, making it higher-pitched.
His sister Arya burst out laughing at Jon's imitation.
And what was Sansa embroidering?" Jon asked curiously.
"I have no idea, if I remember correctly it was a black wolf with an orange ribbon around its neck, Sansa seemed so excited about doing it that she had a stupid blush on her cheeks," Arya said.
Jon wondered if that was the embroidery Sansa had promised him, but putting those thoughts aside, he spent the rest of the morning talking and chatting with Arya until midday came and Arya's lesson with the Septa was over.
"Well, I think I'm spared from Septa's lessons today, I'd better go," Arya said as she stood up from the branch where she had been sitting.
Jon accompanied Arya; besides, he also had to find Sansa and Jeyne.
AN :-
WELL EVERYONE WANTED ARYA CHAPTER, BUT HE WON'T SLEEP WITH HER.
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