Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Jon Snow - Spur of the Moment (Part 2)

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"So, when will the wedding take place," your uncle asks. Jon decided that it would be best if the three of you talked over details the next day, seeing that your uncle was very drunk. Which is why you are now sitting next to your uncle with Jon across from you. 

"As soon as possible," Jon says. After seeing a skeptical look on my uncle's face, he adds, "we could be at war any day now."

"Of course. A week should be a decent amount of time." 

"That will work." Jon glances at you briefly and you look down at your lap. You decided that you would try to act like you were very nervous about the wedding, specifically the bedding ceremony, but it is proving to be harder than anticipated given the fact that you couldn't be happier. The sooner you are wed, the sooner you get away from uncles' grip. 

"I'm assuming it will be a small ceremony?" 

"Yes, only family and trusted advisors."

"What of the bedding?"

"We will not be doing that ceremony."

"As you wish, my Lord. I assume the rest of the details regarding that part of the wedding can be figured out by the women?" Your uncle stands up, followed by you and Jon. They shake hands, making it official apparently. "Come, Y/n." He starts to leave the room. 

"Actually, I would like to talk to my future wife for a moment," Jon pipes up before you can even turn to start leaving. 

"Of course, my Lord." Once your uncle is gone and the doors have been shut your true feelings come out. A smile breaks out on your face and you feel like jumping up and down out of glee. 

"Jon, thank you so much." You walk around the table and wrap your arms him. He wraps an arm around you gently, knowing that you are still in pain from the large bruise on your side. "I know that you didn't even want to get married, especially since to be a man of the Knights Watch means that you have to swear not to get married, but this means so much to me." He chuckles. 

"Y/n, I have known you most of my life. You are family, even if we aren't wed yet. I will do anything to keep you safe." You can feel your cheeks heating up a bit as you step away from him. 

"I suppose I should leave now. My uncle is probably waiting for me at my chambers."

"Why would he be waiting for you?"

"If he thinks I did something wrong, and he most likely will, he..." you trail off, not wanting to say or think about the things he has done to you. 

"Then I will go with you. And we will have your things moved into Sansa's chambers, I'm sure she won't mind for a time."

"What do I tell my uncle?"

"We will say that Sansa has requested it, that you two will be planning the wedding in her chambers and given the time frame thought it best since you will have late nights." You are quiet for a minute, biting your bottom lip while thinking. 

"That might just work. And if I'm always with someone he won't hurt me. I just have to always be with someone else." You notice the corner of his lips twitch slightly like he is trying to stop himself from smiling. 

"That can be done. I will have guards assigned to you as well, so you don't have to worry about walking around the keep." You smile kindly at him, tucking a strand of hair that has fallen out of your braid behind your ear.

"Thank you. You are being to kind." He walks around the table to stand in front of you. You are so close to him that you have to tilt your head up to fully look at him.

"I'm not. You have always been family, and soon it will be official. And a queen should have protection as well."

"It's not just that though. I know that you didn't want to get wed yet, so the fact that you are willing to wed me really means so much to me." You place your hand on his arm gently, smiling kindly at him, something that you seem to be doing quite a bit around him. "I suppose I should go to my chambers and collect a few of my things."

"Yes, right." He holds out his arm for you and you slowly slip your hand onto his arm, walking down the halls together.

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"Wake up," a voice says, and you feel your body being gently shaken. You slowly blink your eyes open, looking around you and seeing Sansa standing over you.

"Sansa, is everything okay?"

"Come on, you need to change quickly." She pulls you to your feet, and helps you into a gown. You aren't completely sure what is happening as you are still trying to wake up.

"What is going on?"

"The plans have changed. It's going to be okay, we just need to hurry."

"What plans? Hurry to what? What is going on?" Sansa ignores you as she quickly braids your hair into a single braid that goes down your back.

"Come on," Sansa says, grabbing your arm and tugging you out of her chambers and down the halls. You head outside, seeing that it is still very late, and into the woods. Sansa seems to know exactly where she is going even in the dark.

"Sansa, tell me what is going on." She sighs, but stops moving.

"Your uncle went to your chambers not long ago looking for you. When the guards wouldn't let him in, he attacked them. So Jon has changed the plans quickly. You are to be wed now."

"Now?" The shock of this news fully wakes you, if the cold air hadn't already.

"Yes. Come on." Sansa tugs you into a clearing. Jon is standing under the Weirwood tree near a Septon, with a few of his closest advisors near by. You walk in between them to stand by Jon. He must see the shock and panic on your face as you see him giving you a sympathetic look.

You don't even really know what is happening as you are standing there. You know the ribbon is tied around your hands and words are said, but you are in a daze. You weren't prepared to be wed yet. Even if it's for your own protection and Jon is willing to wed you, you can't help but feel bad about this. Jon nudges you gently and you realize that it is time for you to say the words.

"Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger. I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days," you and Jon say in unison. You turn towards Jon and he leans down, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.