Jon Snow Imagines

Milady

You saw them march into the courtyard. Watching them come into view. The handmaidens scurrying around you had been swatted away so you could watch the army marching home from the window.

You could see Sansa standing tall on the wall overlooking the gate as they marched in. Filling the courtyard and greeted their loved ones. Jon's horse parted the crowds and headed towards the main hall of Winterfell. "Milady!" Your handmaidens called after you as you turned and rushed from the room. "Milady your clothes. You are not..."

You had left in such a rush you didn't care that you were in the under layers of your clothing. You hurried through the halls and hurried to the main hall. Jon and a few of his advisors were in the hall and all allowed you a moment to hug him. Your arms wrapped around Jon from behind and squeezed him tightly.

"(Y/N)!" He said as he turned and saw you. You smiled as he quickly took your hand and kissed the back of it.

"So many of you came back! Sansa was not sure if you would all be coming back." You said sweetly.

"We saved more than we lost. We're planning to throw a feast." Jon explained.

"Wonderful. I'll help Sansa plan!" You said excitedly. You stepped past Jon and saw Sansa and Arya talking to one side. A blond woman smiled up at you from the back of the hall near the door with a sea of unfamiliar faces around her. Sansa arched her eyebrows at you and you turned back to Jon. "I'm going to put some clothes on, after all. I am a lady"

"I imagine that they will forgive your excitement." Jon muttered to you as he glanced around and kissed the back of your hand again.

"I will have to apologise for leaving you all so soon. As the host, I must excuse myself for a moment." Sansa said loudly. Arya stepped aside and Snasa hurried to take you by the arm and lead you back to your rooms.