Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

17. Sword

Selma was failing with a sword, Jon tried as he might but the only sword she liked was between his legs. She made it very,, very clear to him.

Panting for breath selma rolled off jon he lay there dots scattered his vision as he tried to catch his breath.

"Good training." Selma teased turning her head towards him. He nodded breathless. "Your sword must be exhausted." Selma decided snuggling into his side. His arms pulled her in close. "Stay in bed with me all day and recover."

"And what of everyone else?"

"Dont tell me you are showing off your sword to everyone?" She mused kissing his chest. He was perfect. This was heaven and if there were two wars brewing selma would never have to leave this bed.

They lay like that a long while. Selma was sure she had fallen back asleep sated from their morning and late night romp in the sheets. She found it both suiting and strange being in their parents chambers. It was the biggest and meant for the lord and lady of winterfell something they were obviously. Even if they kept their relationship quiet. But this was their parents bed. Sure the sheets had been changed and a handful of people had slept here after her family was removed but it was still the place of rest of ned and catelyn stark.

Oh how catelyn would hate that jon was tainting her baby girl. Ned probably would have seen this coming honestly.

"Lets check on the progress of the other lords and ladies." Jon suggested getting dressed, Selma bit her lip pouting back at him

"Who said im done training?" Selma purred.

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"Do you think it's really Tyrion? It could be someone trying to lure you into a trap."

"Read the last bit." Jon countered.

"All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes." What does that mean?" Sansa countered.

"Tyrion being Tyrion." Selma shrugged.

"It's something he said to me the first night we met. You know him better than any of us. What do you think?" Jon asked turning to selma holding her hand. Her heart fluttered at his touch or maybe it was because of the cold of the air and the warmth of his hand that sent a shiver through her core.

"I told you before Tyrion is not like the other Lannisters. He was always kind to me, but it's too great a risk. "The Seven Kingdoms will bleed as long as Cersei sits on the Iron Throne. Join us. Together we can end her tyranny."" Selma corrected pointing at the scroll. "We dont know this dragon lady. Knowing tyrion doesnt stop the fact that this targaryen could be worse than cersei."

"Sounds like a charmer. Of course, the casual mention of a Dothraki horde, a legion of Unsullied and three dragons, a bit less charming." Davos stopped debating

"What?" Jon asked.

" Fire kills Whites, you told me. What breathes fire?"

"And if she doesnt help but burns my jon instead?" Selma demanded. "No! I refuse!"

"My lady-"

" You're not suggesting Jon meet with her?" Selma demanded "jon. No!"

" No, too dangerous." Davos agreed

" But?" Jon urged

" But if the Army of the Dead makes it passed the Wall, do we have enough men to fight them?" Davos agreed

"You want to go." Selma realized making cookies for rickon. He was really milking the almost dying thing and had requested so dramatically that he might die if he didnt get chocolate chip cookies.