Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

4. I'm Dying

Selmas confession had jon up all night thinking about her. As if he didnt think about her enough. Now this. He wome and needed to punch something. To get the thought of selma marrying joffrey and leaving for the capital out of his head.

Selma woke thinking about jon and then thinking about dying.

"I am dying. It is plain to see." Selma declared.

"What's Theon told you now, honey?" Catelyn demanded as selma moaned an groaned. "Oh, in the name of the Father, selma!"

"I must say my goodbyes and get on with good humor." Selma declared. "I will go bravely and with God in my heart. Please give my books to my beloved brother robb. And my Bible to my brother Theon, he needs God... and tell him that I'm sorry I got pudding upon the pages. And tell Jon-."

"Selma, what is going on?" Catelyn demanded. Selma passed off the bloody clothes, her mother of course understood.

"The blood came from my bum."

"From your bum?" Catelyn realized what happened. "Oh, for the love of a god greater than I." Catelyn looked to the ceiling. "It comes from the other hole, selma."

"What other hole?" She demanded

"It is your monthly tidings." she answered "The lady in red. So you will do your duty to bear your husband children." Selma didn't like the sound of that.

"Then I shall run away. Far." She decided. "I shall steal a suit of armor and become a knight and take..." she went on. "-take the horse and the carriage, and I shall ride at midnight. I shouldnt be telling you this." She realized in hindsight.

"You will not become a knight." Catelyn confirmed. "Besides sweetie, Dress as a knight or dress as a lady, the blood will come." Her mother warned. "But you will dress like a lady, there is no other way." She demanded. "You are a woman now, honey."

" Woman?"

"Mm-hmm." Her mother answered nodding, she didn't like that. "First of all, we're gonna make a pad. Rag gets wrapped round hand. Make it good and thick. That is a nice wee pad that sits in your pants."

"You don't like me wearing pants." Selma countered.

"You hold that." Catelyn passed it off.

"You said pants are for boys." Catelyn held out the pants. "Are they my father's?"

"No." Catelyn corrected.

"Yours?"

" These are your pants."

"My-my pants? This is a strange day mother."

"And this... Give me the pad. Like that. Up between your legs, and then that's gonna get all the blood and keep it away from your clothes." Selma looked pale "Can you manage that?"

"Yes, I suppose can..." selma agreed softly. Before she fell back into bed, no she couldnt, she didnt want to be woman she wanted to go back to bed and wake up and not be bleeding out of her other hole which she didnt know existed. Catelyn was telling Ned that Selma was a woman and needed the talk.

"She's to be married soon enough now, she needs the talk." Catelyn whispered.

"You tell her."

"Tis a fathers duty-"

"No its not, not for girls. I talked to Robb, Theon and Jon. When the time comes i will talk to Bran and Rickon. I am not giving Selma the talk." Ned whispered back.

"You must!"

"I can't. She's my baby. She can't be a woman!" Ned declared simply horrified.

Jon knocked before he entered. Selma was quick to fuss with her hair and night dress as she straightened in bed.

"I heard you werent feeling well."

Great her mother was telling everyone she was a woman now. She felt immensely embarrassed

"Stomach bug?"

"Nothing contagious just a migraine." Selma lied. She had cramps and aches all over. It felt like death. "You can come in... if you like." She added softly. Jon moved to her bed side flipping over her book on her nightstand.

"Throne of the fallen. A history." Jon noted. Selma shook her head.

"Its a love story."

"Ah whats a little thing like you doing reading love stories?"

"Im a woman jon." Selma informed him. Her mother had declared it. For all to hear apparently.

"Selma?" Neds voice came from outside the door and jon was quick to rise up and move to the opposite end of the room. Selma hated that he ran from her. Ned peered in before staring at jon

"He was checking in on me. Isnt Jon sweet?"
Selma cut through the tension.

"Jon give us a moment," ned requested

"Of course lord stark." Jon answered making a hasty exit.

"Your mother nearly scared me to death when she declared you were a woman," Ned said bluntly.

"Scared me too." Selma agreed. "I dont want to be a woman yet either I'm too young."

"Agreed." Ned answered sitting beside her. "Throne of the fallen, is this a history?"

"Yep." Selma lied. "You know me, always learning." She agreed softly. "Daddy listen, I don't want to marry . Not yet and Not the prince.." selma added "Not ever to the prince."

"Perhaps if your sister had bleed first but now that the queen knows-"

"His mother telling everyone about the most embarrassing and awful experience of my life?" Selma demanded, horrified.

"Is it the most awful experience of your life?"

"It most entirely is and now she's blabbering about it to the whole world!" Selma shouted. "I might as well just bleed out and die of embarrassment." She flopped over in bed with a groan.

"So dramatic Selma". Ned countered. "It's a normal thing for women."

"Sansa didn't have bleeding yet."

Selma had more curves more meat on her bones. More for the body to take from she supposed. She didn't look like a woman like cersei but she wasnt a child. The prince would have his way with her.