Selma would have loved a vacation on a private island if it wasnt covered in dothraki and scary dragons and a queen that wanted to kill Jon. Selma flopped back in bed with a dramatic groan.
"I wish I had thought of Tyrion's wildfire sooner!" she declared.
"It's a good idea but making that much wild fire would be dangerous." Jon countered.
"I know but we could hire a pyo master." Selma sat up on her elbows. "They could do it we could rig winterfell boarders," she shrugged. "Cut out the middle man that is that scary old lady-" Jon chuckled. "And do it ourselves."
"I will keep that in mind if we get out."
"When we get out... you are king of the north Jon." Selma reminded him. "You dont need to bow down to that wannabe queen. She isnt queen of anything in westeros. she is queen of savages and killers. Is that who we want ruling westeros?" Selma asked sincerely. She was right. Of course she was right.
"I didnt want to start a war with her." Jon admitted.
"I know because you are a good boy. But I dont mind starting a war with her." Selma assured. Jon wrapped good arms around her pulling her into his chest kissing her forehead like father used to do
She easily relaxed into his chest closing her eyes. It would have been even more romantic if they weren't trapped here.
"We are going to be okay right jon?"
"I promise." Jon confirmed.
Selma was building sandcastles while Jon paced, he was the man in charge, she was the free spirit that made him smile but her castle got knocked over when a dragons wings blew it down. Selma grumbled shouting at the sky.
"HAVEN'T YOU TAKEN ENOUGH FROM US!"
"Yeah, yell at the dragons Selma." Jon agreed.
"Go back to pouting, at least i'm getting my anger out." Selma grumbled turning back to her fallen sand castle. "Snow forts are more durable." she added.
" I came out here to brood over my failure to predict the Greyjoy attack. You're making it difficult. You look a lot better brooding than I do. You make me feel like I'm failing at brooding over failing." Tyrion mused. Jon turned from Selma and looked to the little lord.
" I'm a prisoner on this island." Jon grumbled. "I shouldnt have brought Selma, I put her in danger too."
"I wouldn't say you're a prisoner on this island. You're free to walk the castle, the beaches, to go wherever you want." Tyrion offered gesturing to Selma.
"Except to the ship." Selma shouted.
" They took my ship." Jon agreed
"I wouldn't say we took your ship."
"Then where is it Tyrion?" Selma demanded. "TELL ME WHERE!"
"Away..." Tyrion answered cautiously, Selma growled back at him. "Okay fair enough."
" I'm not playing word games with you. The dead are coming for us all." Jon shouted. "The longer we stay here the more our home is in danger."
" Why don't you figure out what to do about my missing fleet and murdered allies, and I'll figure out what to do about your walking dead men."
" It's hard for me to fathom. It really is. If someone told me about the White Walkers and the Night King --" Jon paused, hanging his head. "You probably don't believe me."
"I do actually."
"You didn't before. Grumpkins and snarks you called them. Do you remember? You said it was all nonsense."
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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...
