"You think Rickon is alright?" Selma questioned as they got closer.
"I hope so." Jon answered.
"I thought he was dead for the longest time... I can't wait to see him again." Selma declared. She remembered running off, her and shadow and Rickon and his new pup shaggy dog laughing as their mother tried to have the wolves removed. It was a memory that she held close in her heart. Rickon's big smile as he chased after his big sister.
Selma smiled kissing Jon's cheek, her hands running along his chest. He caressed her cheek holding her closer. She wanted more than this, this was what they had before she was a woman. Now she wanted everything. Her lips teased against his and he opened for her, mouth dropping down to hers. Anything to forget they were in the middle of this horrible situation and just feel happiness again.
Her tongue moved against his and he was gone. He sank into her, tilting her head so he could find a deeper, sweeter angle, and he forgot where they were. Hell, he forgot there was anyone else on the planet besides them. Her ass pushed into his hand as she arched, her breasts stealing his breath as they pressed against him. She made that sexy little noise in the back of her throat, and he was ready to carry her the hell out of there and take her in the snowbank if it meant the throbbing in his cock would ease up just a little.
"Commander?" Davos voice pulled them apart, Selma was still licking at her lips, a blush on her cheeks when Davos appeared. "Sorry to interrupt. But the bolton army is in sight."
"Thank you, Ser Davos." Jon answered looking to Selma.
"Lets go get our boy back." Selma agreed.
"You don't have to be here." Jon remarked once they were on the outskirts of winterfell
" Yes, I do." Sansa corrected when she caught sight of Ramsay.
"He hurt you. He enslaved you, you dont need to be here, Jon is right." Selma agreed.
"Jon is wrong" Sansa spat. "I need to see him."
"Alright." Selma whispered.
" My beloved wife. I've missed you terribly." He called out before looking to Jon. " Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, dismount and kneel before me, surrender your army and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch. I will pardon these treasonous lords for betraying my house. Come, bastard, you don't have the men, you don't have the horses, and you don't have Winterfell. Why lead those pour souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle. Get off your horse and kneel. I'm a man of mercy." Ramsay assured
"You're right. There's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You against me." Jon called out, Ramsay only chuckled. Selma's breath caught in her throat. Jon against Ramsay, sure she thought Jon could win but she had never seen ramsay fight. What if he was like some sort of prodigy fighter and jon was walking into a losing match, she couldnt- wouldnt lose Jon.
" I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked. Maybe you are that good. Maybe not. I don't know if I'd beat you. But I know that my army will beat yours. I have 6,000 men. You have, what, half that? Not even?"
" Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?" Jon countered. Ramsay pointed at Jon from a distance.
"He's good. Very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?" Ramsay laughed.
" How do we know you have him?" Selma questioned begging her voice not to break. Smalljon pulled shaggy dogs head out from a satchel and threw it on the ground. Selma's voice broke again as she let out a little whimper. Shadow at her side growled out but Selma kept her in place, she wouldnt lose shadow too.
" Now, if you want to save —" Ramsay started
" You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well." Sansa shouted before riding off
"She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. And you're all fine-looking men. My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days. They're ravenous. I wonder which parts they'll try first. Your eyes? Your balls? We'll find out soon enough. In the morning, then, bastard."
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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...
