Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

28. Silver Haired Ferret

Selma felt her legs give out when jon came frozen and slung over the back of a horse.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Jon whispered She shook her head taking his hand in hers. "I wish I could take it back. I wish we'd never gone."

"I don't." Daenerys admitted "If we hadn't gone I wouldn't have seen. You have to see it to know. Now I know. The dragons are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have. Do you understand?" He nodded slightly. "We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. And we'll do it together. You have my word."

"Thank you, Dany."

"Dany? Who was the last person who called me that? I'm not sure, was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep." She countered.

"Alright. Not Dany." Jon agreed as Selma came in.

"You are awake." She declared rushing to his side. Selma grabbed danys hand and nearly broke it getting her hand off of Jon's thigh. She squealed in pain. Selma sat on jons bedside unphased. 

"Sorry didn't see you there". Selma assured sweetly. "Are you alright Jon?" He nodded. 

"Just a little cold, Sel." He assured and she bundled him up more.  Selma bumped into a gaping Daenerys as she got up. 

 "You can go, this is highly inappropriate." Selma informed her sternly and softly so Jon couldnt hear. "Go." She commanded, eyes swirling with darkness. Daenerys huffed a breath marching out. Selma turned back to Jon, the sweetest of smiles. 

"Selma." Jon tsked. 

"What? She had to go." Selma assured putting another blanket on him and tucking in his toes. She sat beside him again and curled into his side. "I was so worried about you, Jon." She whispered kissing him again. He held her past the pain of his frozen stiff limbs. 

"Remember when you had to draw on your beard?' Selma asked out of the blue. Jon couldnt believe this girl

"You knew that?" Jon rasped his cheeks flaming with embarrassment, the heat felt good on his cold cheeks albeit.

"You and robb both did it because theon was older and able to grow facial hair." Selma recalled softly. 

"How did you know?" Jon covered his face with his hands "that's so embarrassing."

"Whenever you kissed me I had little black marks on my forehead after and it wasn't scratchy like dads beard". Selma answered. He chuckled shaking his head.

"You never said anything." Jon countered staring down at her. 

"I told robb he looked like an idiot but you looked like my man. I didn't care," selma assured.

"I thought I looked cool." Jon agreed stupidly. When he thought that no one knew he was drawing it on with Robb. 

"Until you kissed me and your mustache furs had holes and smudges. Which you always had because you liked giving me kisses as much as I liked receiving them." Selma agreed kissing him, feeling the rough stubble against her face. She brought her hand up to his cheek, kissing him again as her finger stroked his cheek.  

"Rest Jon, we have all the time in the world after we end this stupid war." Selma begged snuggling into him. "Get better my love." he kissed the top of her head. "And stay the fuck away from that silver haired ferret."