"Your coat isn't attached to you," you laughed, pulling at one of the many layers of fur to cover him.

You weren't sure how many coats he was wearing, or which piece of fur belonged to which layer but all you knew was he was dressed for Winterfell, not your home in Dorne. Although the two of you had been betrothed for a while, he hadn't visited your home in Dorne before, you having lived with him in Winterfell instead. He had found it endearing to see you adapt to the winter, having not come prepared for the colder climate, but the same mistake had seemingly been made in reverse. Although winter was far from encroaching on Dorne, Jon had seemed to have missed that, having only brought his thick dark coats and was now suffering horribly in the heat.

"Have you ever seen me without it?" He questioned.

"Alas no," you said. "No one is going to create a public outrage for you to remove a coat. We are in my father's private garden in the beautiful sunshine. I do not wish for my husband to be to be killed by the heat."

Jon let out a sigh, removing a few layers, something you hadn't seen before seen as anything less than what he currently wore in Winterfell would lead to sickness. He was left with a thin white undershirt covering his upper half, with little option to wear due to the lack of preparation on his part.

"Are you happy?" He questioned, discarding his thick clothing onto the ground away from him.

"I'll speak with my father about getting you some suitable clothing. No matter how I would appreciate you staying in your undergarments the whole trip, I am sure you do not wish to go to dinner with the other nobles in them," you laughed, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I would appreciate it greatly, my love," he smiled softly. "How do you handle such a heat?"

You rolled your eyes at him. Winterfell was far away and along with it winter failed to reach as south as you lived, summer was almost all year round, the sun a generous friend and the heat a constant. Remembering back to the struggles of moving into the north, you knew the temperature change was something to get used to and you hoped that Jon would learn to love the sun and heat as you did.

"You shall get used to it, I am sure," you smirked. "You shall be the only Snow that Dorne will ever see."

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Written by Charlotte.