Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Only the strong survive - Part 2 - Jon x Reader

Jon sat in front of the fire. Even by the Wall's standards, the day had been bitterly cold. The freezing wind from beyond the Wall seeming to cut like the finest, sharpest blades through the furs that covered his form, to the flesh beneath. Chilling him to the very marrow of his bones. It had already been getting dark by the time he had finished inspecting his men and doing whatever else had been required of him for the day. And now the Wall and the lands surrounding it, were as black as pitch. Only the fires of the Nights Watch, the Free Folk and his own fire in the hearth, giving any sign that there was life in the frozen wasteland. Yet Jon couldn't help but think that the weather was very much like how he felt on the inside. And that maybe his heart was now just as cold as the frigid winds that were whipping unrelentingly around the Wall.

He had to admit that he felt lost. He knew that Bran had had no other choice than to exile him. The last thing that was needed was another war. And the Wall, the men of the Nights Watch, and the Free Folk were now just as much home and family as he had had growing up in Winterfell with Ned's children. But there was something missing. Something that he knew he would probably never lay eyes on again. Something that was his heart.

To begin with, he believed that the emptiness was because of the death of Daenerys. But slowly it had dawned on him. Slowly he had realised that it was not the absence of his aunt and lover that had broken his heart. It was because he knew that he would never see (Y/n) again.

Ah, (Y/n) Lannister. The golden lioness. A vision of beauty whose heart beat with the same kind of fury that the lion itself possessed. A woman that made even Daenerys pale into insignificance by comparison. Her intelligence, charm, cunning and guile, making her brother, Baelish, and Varys look like nothing more than apprentices before the master. Jon swearing that her smile could light up even the blackest of nights. And her laugh could make any man's heart skip a beat. They had spoken much during their acquaintance, and each time they had, he had lost a little more of his heart without being aware of it. His feelings for his aunt blinding him to what he really wanted. Needed. He had seen the broken look (Y/n) had given him when she had discovered of the relationship between himself and Daenerys. He had also seen a little of the light leave her perfect emerald like eyes, when Bran had exiled him back to the Wall. Jon shocked that she had tried to argue with the new king. Protesting that he should be allowed to stay. That if it wasn't for his actions, Kings Landing and maybe even the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, could have fallen to the madness of the Mother of Dragons. That she was prepared to fight another war. Bidding the unsullied to bring down their worst. But in the end her pleading had fallen on deaf ears. Bran doing the only thing that he could do. Jon doing his best to fight back his own tears as he turned and left. The golden lioness sobbing as she had fallen to Tyrion's side. Holding the little man tightly as Jon and his entourage had left.

"Ya got a message from tha little man." A voice suddenly came. Jon looking up to see Tormund standing before him holding a piece of parchment. Jon taking it from his friend's hand. His eye growing wide as he read the note from the little lion.

"Tyrion says that he is looking for (Y/n). That she left Kings Landing some moons ago, and he hasn't seen or heard from her since. He has already sent word to Sansa and the other Six Kingdoms, but no one has seen her. He says that we are his last hope." Jon told Tormund. The big man dropping into the chair across from him. Jon losing himself in thought as he wondered where (Y/n) could possibly be. Why she would have left Kings Landing to journey the dangerous roads. Why she had left her brother.

"Well, she ain't ere I can tell ya that. If (Y/n) Lannister were ere I would know. Ain't no missing that woman. Not even in a crowd. Always thought that she would fit in well with us. That she should have come back ere when we did. Never sat well, leaving her in Kings Landing. Even if she were with er brother. She was always different ta tha rest of em. Even tha little man." Tormund replied. The big man remembering back to watching (Y/n) as she had pleaded with such passion for Jon to not be exiled. Humbled by the loyalty she had shown when she had declared that she was prepared to fight another war for the Lord Commander.

"Yah know. Ya could always send outta patrol ta look fa er. Just cos she aint been seen in any of tha big cities, don't mean she couldn't be in one a tha small villages round ere. One a tha places that tha Night Watch recruits would stop off on tha way ere." Tormund reasoned. The big red man not failing to notice the look of concern on Jon's face.

"But Tyrion say's that (Y/n) was determined that she was not going to come north. That she told him that this was the last place she would come." Jon replied. The Lord Commander feeling sick to the pit of his stomach at the notion that something could have happened to (Y/n), and that he would really never get the chance to see her again. To be able tell her how he felt for her.

"Aye. She said that. But it don't mean that she meant it. She might have had no intention of coming ere ta begin with. But love can make ya do strange things." Tormund chuckled, as Jon turned his gaze from Tyrion's note, to look at his friend.

"Love? Who......How.......?"

"Only love could make a woman do what she did fa ya. I could see it in er eyes tha day we left. She would a taken on the entire unsullied army ta have ya stay. She defied a king. If that ain't love, then I don't know what is." Tormund explained. A soft smile pulling at his lips as he shook his head and thought about how everyone except the Free Folk, made love so much more difficult than it needed to be.

"I'll send out patrols in the morning to every one of the villages which are the last stops before you journey here. If she is at one of them, we will find her." Jon declared, his mind spinning with what Tormund had just said. With the idea that (Y/n) could actually feel for him, what he felt for her.

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The old woman eyed the suspiciously beautiful looking young man that sat quietly in the corner of her tavern. A young man that had been nursing the same jug of ale for quite some time. She couldn't help but smile to herself. She had seen it all before. Young women cutting their hair short, and journeying to the Wall in hopes of not being discovered so that they could become a member of the Nights Watch. But most of the others could pass for young men. This one on the other hand was every inch a woman, And more specifically, a lady. Despite how well she was trying to conceal it.

"Can I get ya another one, me dear?" The old woman enquired, as she stood before the young man. Her voice seeming to bring her guest back from their thoughts.

"Er.......no. I......I don't really like it." The young man replied hesitantly as he pushed away the tankard. The old woman knowing that few well born ladies did have a taste for ale.

"Ya off ta join tha Watch, then?" The woman continued. Taking note of the blonde man's bright green eyes that sparkled like emeralds in the flicker of the torch light.

"Um.......I. Yes, I think so. I...........I don't know. I never planned on coming here. This was the last place I ever wanted to find myself." The young man confessed. The old woman pulling up a chair and sitting at the table with her guest.

"If ya don't mind me sayin so, me dear. A pretty thing like you don't belong there. And, again, if ya don't mind me sayin. Not even a blind man would think that ya were a lad. And I would imagine that tha young Lord Commander might have somethin ta say if ya turned up at tha Wall. I tell ya what. Why don't ya go up ta ya room, and I'll bring up some of me best wine. I could have me husband fix a hot bath for ya if ya wanted. But first things first. Let's get ya upstairs. We get some very unsavoury characters round ere. And though I don't doubt that ya can take care a yaself. I don't want anything happening ta a well born lady in my establishment." The old woman said, as she got up from her chair and reached out her hand for the visitor to take. The two of them making their way slowly up the stairs.

"Do ya have a name, me dear?" The old woman enquired as she pushed open the door to the room that her guest had paid for.

"Yes. It's (Y/n). (Y/n) Lannister."