The Lost Lady (Jon Snow fan fiction)

Chapter 16

Hannah's P.O.V

After the ceremony I didn't really remember much after my fifth glass of wine during the celebrations afterwards, I was still somewhat half awake and half asleep as I began to stir that morning, I tried to open my eyes but my head was banging from the wine last night.

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to get comfortable, in the darkness I heard the sound of rustling sheets beside me and felt a warm strong arm wrap around my waist, I opened one eye slowly and looked over my shoulder, I smiled when I saw Jon laid next to me.

"Morning m'lady." He said smiling, I just smiled and groaned a response. "Awe, you hungover?"

I nodded, Jon chuckled.

"I'm not surprised, you were fucking wasted last night."

"Is there a cure?"

"I don't know, but I could help you take your mind off your headache."

I giggled as Jon started to kiss down my neck.

"Oo, you know what, I think it's working."

I turned onto my back, flinging one arm over Jons shoulders and pulling him in closer, I bit my lip as Jon continued to kiss and suck at my neck, his rough beard scratching lightly against my skin and sending tingles down my spine.

A sudden knock on the door quickly snapped us back to reality.

"Lady Limeburn, are you awake?" Malik called.

"Um, yeah, just a minute."

I quickly jumped out of bed and threw on a nearby night gown.

"Wait." Jon whispered. "You can't let him see me here with you, you know what Malik thinks about us."

I just smiled. "I'm the Lady of Lakeside now, I can choose for myself who I sleep with."

I made sure I was properly covered before opening the door.

"Morning Malik."

Malik smiled when he saw me.

"Morning m'lady." He looked over my shoulder towards Jon and frowned. "Morning Snow."

"Morning Malik." Jon replied.

"I apologise for disturbing you m'lady, but there's a man in the courtyard who says he wants to speak with you."

"Who is he?"

"We don't know, he won't tell us his name, he just keeps saying that he needs to see you now."

"Okay, go tell him I'll be down as soon as possible."

"Very well m'lady."

I shut the door and looked back at Jon, he looked just as confused as I was.

"Who do you think it is?" Jon asked.

"I've got no idea, maybe he's an old family friend."

We quickly got dressed and dashed outside to the courtyard where Malik was waiting for us.

"Where is he then?" I asked.

"He's just over there talking to Ramate."

He pointed over to a young man, probably just a few years older than me, he had long raven black hair that went down past his shoulders, pale white skin and bright brown eyes, his clothing didn't exactly match his striking looks, he was wearing what seemed to be a villagers outfit, which was stained with mud and grass, he turned to look in my direction and a wide smile spread across his face.