Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Jon Snow

None of this had been your choice. This marriage was being pushed onto you by your father, and it seemed to be pushed onto your new husband almost as much as you.

After everything that had happened to the North, your family become a huge asset to the new king, John Snow. Your father helped take Winterfell back from the Bolton bastard, so your father choose to think of it as that John Snow owed him. And he decided that the two of you would be wed.

It shouldn't have surprised you that your father was trying to marry to someone, it is what women are supposed to do. And it wasn't really that part of it that bothered you, it was the fact that your father had to convince your new husband to agree to the marriage. Seeing him sitting beside you at this table, with all of the guests mingling and dancing, it seemed fairly obvious that this wasn't what he really wanted. 

Your mother had given you the talk already. The talk about what you were supposed to do as part of you new "wifely duties". Everything she talked to you about just sounded so unpleasent, it had so far put a damper on your mood. How were you supposed to have fun and enjoy yourself when you knew what was to come after all of this?

"My lady," your husband says softly from beside you, "if you want to get away with not doing a bedding ceremony, I think now is a good time to sneak out." You look around at all of the people, most being very drunk. 

"I would greatly appreciate that, your grace," you reply. 

"Stand up and slowly make your way to the wall." You do as he says and he follows not far behind you. After what seems like forever, you finally manage to get out of the dining hall without anyone really noticing you. Jon steps forward, holding out his hand for you with a slight grin on his face. 

"Let me take you somewhere?" You bight your lip shyly, tentively putting your hand in his. 

He starts walking, pulling you with him. You aren't going to lie, you are expecting him to show you your new chambers that you will be sharing with him. But what you see when he stops walking is something completely different. 

"Your grace, why would you take me to the training yard?"

"Please, don't call me that. Call me Jon, we are wed now afterall. The reason I brought you here is becausd I have heard rumors of your skill with the bow."

"If I am to call you Jon then you can call me Y/n. And I must say, I am surprised you have heard such rumors, my parents do not like word of things like this being spread."

"Well, if they havd something to say against it then they can talk to me about it, the final decision is mine now afterall." You smile at him. 

"Why are you letting me do this? As a newly wed couple, we technically have duties that are expected to be taken of tonight." You notice his cheeks redden a little, although you can't be sure it's not just from the cold. 

"We barely know each other, I do not expect or want that to happen until both of our ready for it." He walks grabs a bow and and some arrows from inside a pile of hay laying near by. "And with the white walkers coming, I think it best you stay practiced. Just incase." You take the bow from his outstreched hand, notching and arrow.

"I am not worried about the White Walkers nearly as much as I should be. I have heard of your tails of battle. I think you will protect me and your sister from whatever tries to hurt us."

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And he has. It has been a few months since that night, and just like how the arrow found a spot in the dummies heart, Jon Snow has found a place in yours. 

You had consumated the marriage about a month after after that night, and it was not nearly as bad as your mother had made it out to be. There was of course some pain at first, but it did subside, and Jon did his best to make it pleasurable for you despite knowing that you were in some discomfort. 

And now, being almost three moons later, you are with child. But of course you find out whem Jon has gone away to talk of a pause in the war while they defeat the White walkers. 

You sent him a letter of the news but have yet to hear a response, about the pregnancy or the meeting. You are trying to not think to much of it, he is a busy man, but inside you are beggining to feel very worried. Everyone assures you it is just the pregnancy making your emotions go crazy and that he is fine, but that almost makes you feel worse. 

"He's back," you hear someone call down the hall, followed by fast footsteps. "Everyone must get outside quickly." You put your warmest furs on and rush outside at the moment that Ser Davos rides into the courtyard. 

"Davos, is he here," you question him.

"Right behind me, my Lady." 

And sure enough he comes in, sitting proudly in the saddle. When your eyes connect a grin breaks out on his face. He quickly gets off his horse and you run to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He pulls you to him, placing soft kisses on your neck. You pull away slightly and connect your lips for a sweet kiss, knowing he gets embarrassed with to much public affection. 

"Are you really with child," he asks, excitement written on his face. You grin and nod your head. He picks you up and spins you around, making you laugh, before gently placing you back on your feet.

"This child already has a special place in my heart, while its mother has the rest of it."