Jon Snow - Game of Thrones Imagines & Drabbles

Jon Snow - "I love you. That's my reason."

The silence was almost deafening. Tension filled the air and even though winter had not arrived yet the hall of Winterfell was ice and ice cold.

Jon felt your eyes lingering over him, staring at his back. He knew that he owed you an explanation or at least an answer to all the questions you didn't dare to ask but carried with you in your eyes. But he had no idea where to start without having to admit that he had fallen in love with you. He was King in the North now. He had sworn to defeat the night king and the army of the death that was marching towards the wall. If he would admit that he was in love with you, he would put your life in even more danger than it already was.

"I see that you've decided to try if you can ignore me?" Your voice echoed through the empty room. It trembled a little and even though you had probably practised those words a thousand times already, they were nothing but a soft whisper. "Can I ask you something? One question and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

"Don't." Jon turned around. He had his hands folded behind his back and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other while he ignored the constant headache he was having ever since he had started the battle against Ramsay Bolton that had lead to this. "You don't want to hear the answer."

"And that's where you're wrong, Jon." You shrugged your shoulders. You were not even attempting to hide the tears burning in your eyes. "Sometimes not knowing the answer is worse than knowing it." You bent your head and stared at your feet. "Can you please say it?" You looked up again. Your eyes were staring straight into his and his heart skipped a beat in his chest. "Just say it. I need to hear it from you. I need to hear from you that you don't feel what I feel. I need to hear from you that my dream is not your dream. I need to hear from you that you don't want me as your queen."

"I'm not gonna say any of that." Jon shook his head and he avoided your glance. Pearls of sweat covered his forehead, even though the air was already rather chilly. Winter wasn't here yet. But it was for sure on its way.

"Jon..." You swallowed a few times. "What do you want?" You paused for a moment. "You don't want to talk to me, but you don't want to crush my hope either. What do you want?"

"I want you to leave." Jon's voice was nothing but a soft whisper. He didn't want you to leave. He wanted you to stay with him. He needed you to tell him that everything was going to be alright.

"Why?" You stuck the tip of your tongue between your slightly parted lips. "I don't understand any of this, Jon." You crossed your arms over your chest. You were beautiful. You were smart. You were strong.

He was a fool for letting you go and he knew it. But he would be an even bigger fool if he would allow you to stay. "I love you." He said the words before he realized what he was doing. "That's my reason." He took a deep breath. "I love you and I know that it will get you killed. You need to leave. You need to travel south, away from the wall, away from me." He straightened his back and lifted his chin. "If this is all over and if somehow I survive it, I'll find you. But I need to know that you're safe."

You didn't move. You were just standing there, looking at him with both panic and relief visible in your eyes. All of a sudden you ran straight into his arms while you pressed your lips on his. "I'd rather die than leave your side." You pressed the palms of your hands to his cheeks.

"I'd rather see you with someone else than dead." Jon kissed you back for a short moment, but then he pushed you away. "I'll send some men with you to keep you safe." His lips were forming a straight line before he kissed you again. "You really have to go."