A Northern Light - A Game of Thrones Fanfiction (x reader)

Part 34

Summary: Jon leaves for Dragonstone, leaving (YN) behind to recover and Lord Baelish takes advantage of his absence, taking the opportunity to befriend the soon to be queen.

Series Warning: The series will roughly follow the TV storyline, so it's not always going to be smooth sailing for the reader. Series Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader

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Warnings: A bit of fluff... some angst maybe? If you squint.

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Jon exited the crypts, his hands clenched into fists at his side, his feet punishing the ground beneath him, reeling with disbelief that Littlefinger felt himself important enough to disrupt him while he paid respects to his father. And not just interrupt... he had the gall to expect thanks for the role he played in the battle against Ramsay Bolton. And while it was true, they all would have died without the aid of the Knights of the Vale, Jon wasn't stupid enough to believe Baelish did it for anything other then his own benefit, otherwise he would have joined his knights on the battlefield. But one quick glance at the self-made Lord's pretty clothes and immaculate presentation, Jon doubted that his smooth manicured hands had even picked up a long sword, let alone used one.

For the most part, their conversation was a one sided affair, Baelish did all the talking, while Jon tried his hardest to ignore him. His words were completely wasted on Jon, he was never going to like the man, whether his men saved them from Ramsay Bolton or not. Baelish was a clever little man, with clever little sentences and Jon didn't trust him one little bit. So when Baelish mentioned Sansa and how much he loved her, the conversation came to a very rapid end. Wrapping a single hand around his throat, Jon shoved Baelish against the wall, squeezing and choking, not even the slightest bit remorseful for the fear it evoked in the man's eyes. "Touch my sister... and I'll kill you myself." And Jon meant every word he said... But it also meant more. It was a little dig. A little dig to let Baelish know that unlike him, he was a man willing to do his own dirty work, not needing to send in other men to do his bidding.

Making his way across the courtyard, Jon noticed Ser Davos on his horse, ready and waiting to leave for their trip to Dragonstone. Giving the onion knight a strained smile, Jon noticed him gesture towards his horse as he spoke, "You have one more well wisher waiting to send you off."

There standing beside his horse holding it's reigns, was not the stable hand, it was (YN), rugged up as if she were caught in a blizzard, her complexion still pale and drawn. Giving her a soft and yet concerned smile, he made his way to her, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, the thick fur she was wrapped in making the whole gesture rather pointless, but nonetheless sweet. "What are you doing? It's too cold for you to be out here. Why do you think I came to say goodbye in your chamber?"

(YN) breathed in the cold air as she looked at Jon, noticing his features were somewhat strained... annoyed even, and just for a moment she thought she was the cause. However, her eyes were then drawn to the crypts, where Jon had exited in a huff just a few moments ago, only to see Lord Baelish make his way out, looking somewhat ruffled and foolish and she knew then, that it wasn't her. Curious to know what happened, she first answered his question before asking her own, "I know... but I wanted to see you off... and I'll be right here when you return." Tilting her head to the side, she watched Littlefinger eye her attentively, before quickly disappearing from sight, "I see Lord Baelish has tried and failed to work his charms on you."