Jon Snow - Game of Thrones Imagines & Drabbles

Jon Snow - "How did we become this?"

The halls of Winterfell were empty, which happened rarely. The only bit of light came from the burning candles on the wall and the moon shining through the windows.

A shiver rolled down your spine when your footsteps echoed through the empty castle. You tried to tighten your coat around your shivering body, but you weren't sure if the cold you were experiencing was caused by the winter that had finally arrived.

Jon had accidentally woken you up a couple of minutes ago. He had murmured something about being unable to sleep and having this uncomfortable feeling growing inside of him and he had attempted to kiss your forehead while whispering that you should try to get some more sleep, that it was way too early to open your eyes and start a new day already.

You had not listened to him. Without saying a word you had stepped out of the bed too. You had not slept without him by your side for at least weeks now and you were somehow certain that you wouldn't be able to anymore.

Especially not when the frown on Jon's forehead was even deeper than normally. The crown on his head was weighing heavier than he would ever admit, especially because he had never longed to be a King. He had never even longed to be a Lord.

You took a deep breath while you entered the empty dining room. When you closed your eyes you could still hear the chanting voices, the chanting voices that Jon had endured, the chanting voices that had made you shiver.

"King in the North! King in the North! King in the North!"

You remembered all too well what had happened to the last King in the North. You also knew all too well that killing Ramsay Bolton and claiming back Winterfell had only been the start of a fight that would most likely know no winners. You had heard the stories about the white walkers and you knew that if the leaders, kings and queens of Westeros would keep on going to war over a bunch of iron in King's Landing, soon there wouldn't be anyone mortal left to sit on that throne.

Jon walked towards the empty wooden chair behind the table and while he sat down you stood still next to him. "All those people are expecting me to lead them." He curled his fingers around the arms of the chair. His knuckles were pale white and his shoulders tensed. "They have no idea what danger is coming for them." He looked up with his brown eyes and they met yours for a brief second. "How did we become this?"

You took a deep breath and for a moment you didn't say anything, unsure what to answer. You had barely processed what had happened and you were certain you wouldn't get the time to actually do so. "I don't know." You eventually shook your head, shifting your weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other. "But I do know that you don't have to do this alone. I will be there for you, always."

Jon curled his lips up into an almost invisible smile and he grabbed one of your hands to pull you a little closer towards him. "I know." Jon spoke softly. "Thank you."