Jon Snow Imagines

Jon Snow

Your father sighed when he turned and caught you dawdling behind, watching Jon with a smile slowly forming on your face.

"Hurry child, it would do you no good to be caught staring at him, his is a son of our Lord... bastered or not." He chided and hurried you along.

"You know most of the girls talk about Lord Robb but I think Jon is far more handsome." You mumbled which made him scoff.

"Most girls are not as level headed when... (Y/N), that boy will make you forget your whereabouts if you're not careful." He smiled fondly when you blushed and ran to catch up with him, laughing when he teased you playfully.

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"Who will I be seeing next?" Eddard asked and your father was show into the hall to stand before Lord and Lady Stark. "What can I help you with?"

"Milord, Milday... my family have been loyal to the Starks for generations and we have never wanted more than we've needed because your family has been kind to us and good to us." You father started, ringing his hands when he reached his point. "But I fear for the first time there is something I have to ask for and... it is not a small favour or something a man in my position should really ask for."

"What is it?" Eddard asked softly and smiled encouragingly when your father hesitated.

"My daughter has spent her life here, when Lady Sansa's handmaiden was taken ill she stepped in and has even given up her chance to go to the capital to find a suitor to stay here and help with the harvest... not that it matters about the suitors." He glanced up at the two seated figures before sighing. "Since she first set eyes on him my daughter has been in love with Jon Snow."

"You are surely aware of his namesake?" Catelyn asked and he nodded.

"Milday, I have nothing to give her, no money for fine books or clothes or things a father wants to spend a great fortune on... we do not want anything more from you than... to ask this is too much I know but I had to, at least now I can proudly say I risked angering my Lord and Lady in an attempt to find happiness for my daughter." He finished and glanced at the two leaders who glanced at each other.

"What if they do not get on?" Eddard offered.

"Milord just as chance for them to meet, we want... nothing more than that." He bowed when he was dismissed and hurried home to find you working furiously, hair flying in all directions as it fell from the fastenings.

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"(Y/N), you must go to the castle." A boy you'd grown up with said as your father let him in.

"Of course I will come right away." You gasped and hurried to get a cloak before following him.

(Y/N), it is a pleasure to meet you, I am sure you know who I am?" Catelyn greeted when you entered to find her waiting for you, voices echoing from just around the corner made you feel a little on edge.

"Yes Milday, of course, if it isn't too much trouble may I ask why I am here?" You asked nervously.

"You shall find out shortly." She smiled warmly and left, leaving you to stand frozen like a startled deer.

After a few moments the voices stopped and a shy figure shuffled into the room. When they stepped into the dim light your eyes widened to find Jon staring at you.

"Milord." You curtsied and he let out a chuckle.

"I am not a Lord; if you're after a lord you should try my brother." Jon sighed, watching your eyes widen and your face fall.

"I didn't not mean to offend you Mil..." you blushed and trailed off looking up at him when he smiled slightly.

"My name works just fine." He said as he offered you a seat. "I have to ask, what is it that you want from my family, your father only asked for us to meet but that is all?"

"Nothing, we have all we need." You mumbled, playing with your fingers in your lap, jumping when Ghost nudged your arm until Jon scolded him.

Over the next few months Jon noticed you more, how he'd always catch you gazing at him the way a newlywed wife would gaze at her husband, how not even Robb could catch your attention.

Shy adoration became an awkward friendship and before anyone knew it a smile from you could have Jon tripping over his own feet. Eventually the two of you were married and the entirety of Winterfell's population poured into the castle to celebrate.

"I have something for you." Eddard had told Jon the next day, leading the two of you away from the castle and a small piece of land and a tiny house a few minutes ride away.

"Milord, thank you." You whispered in awe, Jon's face lighting up as if you'd hung the moon when he saw how taken with the tiny building you were.

"It is not much but, it is yours." He smiled and hugged Jon before leaving the two of you to settle in.

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"Mother when will father be returning?" Your daughter sighed as she sat next to you.

"Soon, he sent a raven a few days ago." You kissed her forehead when she groaned and helped you start preparing food.

"I hope so; Sansa said my dressmaking skills would make even the princess in Kings Landing jealous." She sighed again and stopped so she could twirl and curtsy.

"Aye, you'd be the envy of Kings Landing it's self, we can't let you go up there and make all the Highborn ladies see such a pretty dress." Jon teased and she made a delighted noise as she threw herself at her father.

"Father you're early." She grinned and he nodded, showing her gifts he'd brought for her before letting her hurry away to play with them.

"You know you still look at me like that." Jon chuckled and got to his feet as he made his way over to you and wound his arms around your waist.

"Like what?" You asked and blushed as he turned you to face him, gripping your chin in his hand.

"Like a love sick fool who has just been caught staring at a boy they've adored for years." He smiled and bent down to kiss you softly.

"I am a lovesick fool." You muttered and leant up to kiss him again.

"Excuse us but you've been invited for a family dinner." Robb chuckled when he entered the room. "It would appear that your Father has invited the baker's boy."

"Bakers boy, what for?" Jon chuckled as he pulled away from you.

"I believe your little one is holding out on him." He smiled when Jon frowned and squared his shoulders. "Wants him to meet her."