Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Baratheon!Reader - Those were the Days

A/N- This is likely to have a second part, though I'm not sure when I will get a chance to continue writing it.

It was the first time you had stepped foot in Winterfell since you were eighteen years old, and everything seemed completely different. You had been fostered with the Starks when you were still quite young, your father had decided that your new stepmother would take issue with his bastard daughter remaining in the capital, and the best choice was to send you off to join another family for a while. The Starks had always been very welcoming to you, and within weeks it felt as though you had known them for your entire life.

You smiled as you glanced around the courtyard, your eyes falling on the people gathered together, all in a deep bow as you swept over to them, gesturing for them all to stand again. "Jon," you breathed slightly, giving him a soft smile, "It's been far too long," you told him, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

"I have so much to tell you, Your Grace," he started, watching as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'll have none of that, you are one of my best friends, you can't go around using my titles." He nodded as you leant forward to pull him into a tight hug. "We'll speak properly tonight," you told him quietly, forcing a wide smile onto your lips and pulling away from him. You had both lost so much since you had last been together, and there was much to finally expel to one another. You turned your smile to his half-sister, and your smile suddenly became quiet real, tears pricking at your eyes.

"Your Grace," she muttered softly, and without words you pulled her closer to you.

"I'm glad to finally see you home, Lady Sansa, I was so worried when you left the capital," you told her, giving her a quick squeeze before holding her at arms length, and smiling down at her and giving her a quick nod, "I'm just happy you are safe," you muttered and she nodded her thanks as you moved on along the line, pausing momentarily at each person but continuing to glance back at your two friends. "Would it be possible," you started, finally moving back to them, "to perhaps have our meeting a little earlier than planned? I need to hear everything." Jon smiled, giving you a quick nod, before gesturing for you to follow him into the castle, and you finally allowed the smile to drop from your lips. "It feels so strange for all of us to be here again," you murmured, glancing around the halls and feeling all of your memories come rushing back.

"Not all of us," Sansa quickly answered, her voice low and emotionless, and you felt your heart fall as your eyes landed on her.

"No, not all of us," you repeated her words, watching as she kept her eyes turned away from you, "I'm sorry for misspeaking," you added and she nodded without even glancing in your direction. "I truly miss the time we used to all spend together." Jon gave you a tight lipped smile as he turned to look at you, his hand coming to rest on your arm lightly.

"We all do," he told you softly, "they were some of the best times of my life, but sometimes the gods have other things in store for us."

You nodded, "then the gods are sick and sadistic." You attempted to keep your voice even, but soon enough the tears had begun the make trails down your cheeks and your breathing became ragged, and it was obvious that you were crying. "You have both lost so much, how can you believe that they would want this for you?"

"Because there are people who were born with less and who have lost more," Sansa answered, finally allowing her eyes to drift to you, "we still have each other, and I still have hope that Arya and Bran will join us in Winterfell again."

"I see," you told her quietly, nodding in understanding, "I wish I had your optimism," you added and she smiled slightly.

"You are the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, how on earth could you be a pessimist?"