Jon caught selma up and she caught him up. She had come close to marrying joffrey but a mysterious stomach bug had them postponing the wedding, three times.
"Mysterious." Jon agreed.
"Joffrey was barfing everywhere." Selma agreed. "Disgusting."
Jon had never in a million years thought that he would be in his bed with Selma. Selma in his bed! She rolled over feet kicking back and forth and crossing her ankles as she tipped into jon.
"I missed this." Selma whispered.
"Me too." Jon agreed touching her cold cheek. "Still can't get warm." He noted.
"Havent had you to warm me up in a while." Selma answered. Jon lay closer to her, her eyes fluttered closed as she snuggled into him.
"You are a lady." Jon whispered.
"I'm your lady." She corrected.
"Sansa will never approve." Jon whispered.
'Way to ruin the mood, Jon." Selma grumbled.
"I'm sorry." He breathed back.
"Can't we just..."
"Yeah." Jon agreed. But his mind drifted to how wrong it was and yet it felt so right. Falling asleep in his arms, nothing ever felt more right.
"Sorry about the food. It's not what we're known for." Edd offered.
"That's all right. There are more important things." Sansa assured.
"But it is shit." Selma agreed. "What? Just being honest, besides he already knows." she shrugged.
" A letter for you, Lord Commander."
"I'm not Lord Commander anymore." Jon countered but the letter remained in his out stretched hand. Jon took it and the man headed out. He looked to the seal of house bolton.
"What's it say?" Selma questioned choking back a sip of ale.
"To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow. You allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard. Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon." Jon read off. " His direwolf's skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living. You --"
"Go on."
"It's just more of the same." Jon countered putting the letter aside but Sansa grabbed it. Selma watched jons face pinch, his lips tightened into a straight line.
" "You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." Sansa read off
" Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." Jon repeated.
"Rickon." Selma rasped. Her baby brother.
"His father's dead. Ramsay killed him. And now he has Rickon."
"We don't know that." Jon countered
" Yes, we do."
" How many men does he have in his army?" Tormund spoke up.
"I heard him say 5,000 once when he was talking about Stannis's attack." Sansa answered. While Selma had been travelling with Brienne and Podrick, Sansa had been skirted off with Petyr. They lived two very different lives in the meantime.
"How many do you have?" Jon questioned tormund hesitantly.
"That can march and fight? 2,000. The rest are children and old people." Tormund answered
"You're the son of the last true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal. They'll fight for you if you ask." Sansa begged grabbing jons hand " A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both."
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Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow
FanfictionSelma Stark was the opposite of her twin sister sansa. Selma was madly in love with her half brother Jon. If she didnt have him she thought she might die... not to be dramatic about it. Thats just how she felt. 🐺 "Baby what a time to be alive...
