GoT One-Shots Book 3!

What's in a Name? (Jon Snow x fem!Bolton reader)

Battles were never quiet and this one seemed louder than any other. Probably because it was right outside your window. You sat in your chambers, hoping and praying that Ramsay would be defeated in battle for the last time. You knew that the only reason he had locked you up instead of executing you was because you had no right to your father's lands as long as Ramsay was alive. Not after your father had legitimized Ramsay. But now, Ramsay was facing his greatest foe yet and you hoped that threat would win and release you from your prison.

You listened to the battle with your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Then, silence. Pure silence. Like a fog coating the dark. You had never heard Winterfell so quiet before. But just as quickly as it got quiet, it grew loud again as cheers erupted from the victors of the battle. So it was back to waiting for you. While you could see some of the battle, you couldn't tell who won.

You began pacing as you waited. You were certain you would wear a hole in the floor until the door to your prison finally opened to reveal none other than Jon Snow himself. You blinked in surprise. "You beat him? You defeated Ramsay?" Jon looked at you in confusion, but nodded. You were so happy you could have cried. Instead, you curtsied. "Then I am in your debt. However I can be of assistance to you, my lord."

"What is your name?" You paused for a moment before deciding to give him only your given name and not your house. He contemplated for a second before nodding his head. You followed him from the room, eager to stretch your legs for the first time since before Sansa even ran away. Since Ramsay locked you up in your chambers.

You were greeted by Sansa with a hug. You liked the younger girl and didn't at all blame her for leaving you behind. She was protecting herself from a situation she never should have been in. Once your greeting was over, you went to work helping Sansa with the wounded. While your circumstances weren't ideal, you were happy to help. Especially when you began to get to know Jon.

Jon was such a strong and determined young man. And quite a gentleman. He was funny at times while extra serious at others. The two of you grew close much more quickly than you ever thought you would. You treasured every moment with the new king. Every private joke, the soft conversations, and the rare sweet smiles he would give you when he thought you couldn't see. You fell in love with him and thought he felt the same. If only Sansa hadn't let slip your secret.

*time skip*

You were absolutely confused. Jon had been avoiding you. He'd distanced himself seemingly out of nowhere. To say it hurt would have been an understatement. You'd thought the two of you had something special. Apparently you were wrong. What had happened?

Jon's POV

Jon sat in his study, staring at parchment in front of him even though Sansa was sitting in front of him. He should have been reading the letter from the lord, but his mind was elsewhere. It was on you.

"Are you certain?" he asked softly. Sansa looked confused. "Of course. Ramsay locked his sister up for helping. Y/N was the only thing close to a friend I had besides Theon. I've told you a hundred times the last few days, Jon. Why does it matter?"

"She lied to me, Sansa." Sansa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "And? So what she's a Bolton? She's nothing like Ramsay was or even Roose. She protected me as best as she could. She is innocent, Jon." Jon sighed and turned back to his letter. He needed to get his mind off of you. It was easier said than done, but he managed once Sansa left the room. At least until he ran into you that evening in the courtyard.

"You're a difficult man to find, Jon Snow," your voice scared him. He turned to you and tried not to let his emotions show on his face. "Yes well, that's the life of a king I suppose." A frown made its way to your lips and your brows furrowed. "Ha-Have I done something?" you asked softly. At first, Jon didn't reply. He didn't want to yell and disturb anyone else or draw attention to the two of you.

"You're a Bolton," he finally told you. You froze and he continued, "Sansa told me. She said you helped her. But you're a Bolton and didn't tell me." A loud scoff left your lips . "That's what this is about? That is precisely why I didn't tell you. I knew I would be judged for my father and brother's actions despite fighting them every step of the way. But, you know what I never thought?" Jon merely shrugged.

"I never thought you, Jon Snow, would judge someone for their name. I-I thought we were...something. I love you, Jon, but I see that my feelings aren't returned," you told him, your voice getting softer with every word. Again, Jon said nothing, but looked down at the ground. "I suppose that's it then. I'll be gone by morning. Perhaps I'll return to the Dreadfort."

You turned to leave, but Jon caught your arm in a gentle grip. "Wait," he whispered. You glanced over your shoulder at him. "What could you possibly say to make this better, Jon?"

"I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have judged. You've never judged me for being a bastard," he started, "And I do-I do love you. It's why the lie hurt me so much. I want us to be honest with each other. I know I have to make it up to you, and I'll spend forever doing so if that's what you want. Just don't leave. Please."

You turned to face him fully. "You're damn right you have to make it up to me," you started and he looked down at the ground. You laughed and continued on, "But I don't think it will take forever." He looked up at you again. You stepped closer to him. "All it will take is two things: a promise that you will never doubt me again. I will never lie to you ever again." Jon nodded after thinking for a moment and asked what the second thing was. Your smiled widened and you answered," A kiss." Jon didn't waste a second in complying.