Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Jon Snow - Spur of the moment

Warning! This could be a trigger for some people, so this is a warning.

"A king needs a queen," one of Jon's advisors blurts out. You have no idea which person it was, there are so many in the people in the room as it is.

Jon has just won the battle against Ramsey Bolton and everyone had decided that a feast was in order to celebrate. Which is why you were sitting in the hall near Sansa, surrounded by very drunk men.

Although you weren't related to the Stark family, you were very close to all of the children at one time. Your father was a close advisor to Eddard Stark so you were here all the time. Until the war. You were sent to you home until things settled down. But that never really happened. Your father was killed, and since you were his only child, your uncle who had survived become the head of the household.

Although you couldn't see who had said that Jon Snow would need a queen, you assumed it was someone who your uncle was around a lot. It was the whole reason why you were here. He hoped that Jon was looking for a wife and that that person could end up being you. The only good thing about being here was seeing Sansa again. Jon as well, but growing up you were much closer to Sansa and Arya.

"We are in a war. There are much more important things to think about than a queen for him to bed." This person sounds very drunk, his words are very slurred. You roll your eyes, before glancing at Jon. His whole body has tensed up and one of his hands has become a fist on the table.

You feel bad for him, but if he is going to be the king of the North this will happen until he does have a wife. But on the other hand, this is what happens to all women as soon as they bleed for the first time, men asking when they will be wed off to someone.

Jon glances over to where Sansa and you are sitting, but his gaze lingers on you. He flashes you a small smile, one that doesn't reach his eyes. You smile shyly back at him, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You can tell Sansa notices the interaction between you but instead of saying anything she raises her goblet to her lips.

"Lady Sansa, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to retire to my chambers for the night." She sets the goblet on the table in front of her.

"Of course. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, I think the noise and wine are getting to is all."

"If you need something, please send a servant to me."

"Thank you, lady Sansa. You are very kind." You smile and stand up slowly, glancing at Jon to see him watching you, and walk out of the hall.

You hate having to be so fake. Your weren't this proper lady who loved to sit and let all the men compliment her to get on her good side, or better yet between her legs eventually. You were messy, impatient, someone who couldn't sit still for five minutes. But you had to keep up the act, your uncle wasn't the kindest of men as he had proved just earlier that day.

You place a hand on your side tentatively, wincing at the light contact. You has never been treated the way he was treating you before. It terrified you, everything he said and did to you. It's partly why you were so okay with finding a husband, you hoped that he wouldn't do to you what your uncle is doing.

Instead of going straight to your chambers, you step outside into the training yard. You have so many memories in this area. Running around with Arya and Bran and even little Rickon. Jon and Rob sword fighting with you. Watching the boys train and joking with them.

You are so in your head that you don't even hear the footsteps of someone walking out and joining you. But the tap on your shoulder makes you jump and yelp in surprise. You notice Jon is by you with an impish grin on his face.

"Apologies, my lady. I did not mean to frighten you."

"Of course you did," you reply, nudging him with your shoulder. "You loved to scare me when we were younger."

"It was one of the only things you and I had."

"No it's not," you say, shock laced in your voice. "You and Rob would teach me sword fighting. And you took us riding a lot."

"That was with other people. Scaring you was just a you and me thing."

"I guess you're right. How did you get out of there?"

"I stood up and left." He give him another shove and he just grins.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I said that the night should be coming to an end. And then I stood up and left."

"Now you know what a woman feels like until she is wed. People always talking about who you should wed and when."

"I suppose so," he replies, chuckling. You look around the court yard, letting out a small sigh.

"I missed being here. It's more my home than my families land, especially with my uncle in charge now."

"You are always welcome here. I'm sure Sansa would love to have you."

"My uncle won't allow it. He's worried that if I'm not with him I could bed someone and his plans would fail."

"What plans?" You move so you are standing in front of Jon.

"He wants me wed as soon as possible. It's the only reason we're here. He is going to fight on the side that gives me, but mostly my family name, a higher status."

"So he is showing you off to the men here."

"Essentially, yes."

"I'm sorry." You look down at your feet, trying to fight the tears that are threatening to fall.

"It's just what women have to deal with, especially during times of war. I should go, my uncle will go to my chambers soon and I know he is not going to be happy." You walk past him, setting a brisk pace for yourself.

Something is wrapped around your wrist and tugging on your arm, causing you to stop in your tracks. Your forcefully turned around and face to face with Jon. Your bodies are almost touching, your breaths mingling together as you look up at him.

"Jon, please, let me go."

"What does he do, Y/n?" Your breath catches in your throat and your whole body stiffens.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about."

"Yes you do. He hurts you."

"Jon, you don't know what you're talking about," you say softly, looking around you. His hand is on your side and just that small contact has you wincing.

"He is leaving tonight."

"Jon, he has to many men fighting for him for you to loose his support." Jon lets go of you and backs up. He then begins to pace in front of you and you can the gears turning in his head.

"Come with me."

"Jon, what ar-" he grabs your arm gently and starts tugging you with him, causing you to stop talking.

He arrives at an all to familiar sight, your uncles chambers. He knocks on it, and you grip onto his arm tightly. You hope he will look at you but as he starts to the doors are opened and you are greeted with your uncle. He seems surprised at the sight of Jon, but it quickly turns into a glare when he notices you.

"Your grace, what are you doing at my chambers at this time of night? And why is she with you."

"I have decided to take lady Y/n as my queen."