These are Oneshots/Drabbles that I knew that I loved the idea and wanted to write, but didn't want to/think I could make a whole fan fiction out of them.
**This book will contain spoilers for the fandoms and characters involved; you have been warned...
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A/N: Inspiration taken from the song "Love Story" by Taylor Swift.
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We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I'm standing there; on a balcony in summer air.
I stood on the balcony, that sat above the courtyard in Winterfell. The cold air hitting me, but the warm cloak around my shoulders shielded me. It was summer, here in the north; although still cold. Perhaps the Stark words were true.
I was watching the eldest son of Ned Stark, Robb practice his fighting on the ground below. My father, mother and myself had arrived to Winterfell only hours ago; my father and Robb's mother, Catelynn had decided it was best that Robb and I should meet before being wed. My father had been friends with both Ned and his wife, and when I was born only moons after Robb; they decided we were to wed upon coming of age. With my name day only days away, the Stark's offered to hold my name day banquet here in Winterfell, where they could also announce my upcoming marriage to the eldest Stark boy.
However my eyes soon fell upon the boy Robb was training with. He seemed merely a year younger than Robb, if not closer in age. He had lively black curls, that framed his face beautifully, and was able to keep up with Robb's advances in battle. I found myself admiring him, in oppose to my betrothed.
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, See you make your way through the crowd, and say "Hello", Little did I know.. that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles, And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
It was the night of my name day, and I currently sat at the head of the room, in a chair the Lord of house Stark would usually be sitting at; however both he and Catelynn insisted I sit here for the evening.
I had already danced with many men by now; my father, Lord Stark, I even enjoyed a dance with his young boys Bran and Rickon. However I had yet to be approached by the man I was to be married to within a short time.
My mother was speaking to Ned beside me, while my father was listing names and houses of those who had attended the party; however I was not listening, as my eyes found themselves upon the black curled boy from before, speaking with Robb at the other end of the room. He met my eye, and I immediately looked elsewhere, as I felt my cheeks become warm. Not long after, I looked back to see both he and Robb approaching. Robb wore a charming smile, while the other seemed almost.. intimidated.
Robb took my hand in his and placed a kiss on my knuckles, as well as bowed his head to me. "Happy name day, my lady." He said. I nodded politely to him before looking to the boy who had caught my eye, only days ago.
"I do not believe I've had the pleasure of knowing your name.." I trailed off, hoping he would grace me with the sound of his voice.
"Jon." He said, quietly, as if ashamed. "Jon Snow."
