Got One-Shots Book 2

Lady to Hostage to Queen (Jon Snow x fem!reader)

(possible spoilers???)

As the sounds of battle drifted up to you, you wondered yet again if you could survive the fall from the window of the room you were locked in. If Ramsay was victorious, you knew your life would get so much worse. However, you didn't know who it was Ramsay was battling. What if they were worse than Ramsay? Was there such a thing? You shuddered at the thought.

Hours later, you heard shuffling outside the room and a deep voice talking to someone. You grabbed the nearest thing to you that could be used as a weapon and held it up, ready to strike. You weren't sure how much damage the candlestick could do, but you would find out if necessary. The door opened and you swung with your eyes closed.

The sound and feel of the candlestick hitting something never came. Instead, your movement was halted suddenly. "You'll never hit anyone with your eyes closed." You opened your eyes and jumped. You dropped your hands from the weapon and backed away. You stared at the man in front of you. Dark hair and eyes. He was covered in blood and dirt. It was frightening. The only source of comfort you had was the small smile he wore.

"Are you alright?" You nodded hesitantly. "Jon?" another voice called out, one that you recognized. "In here, Sansa." The auburn haired girl that had been married to Ramsay rounded the corner and entered the room. "There you- Y/N? You're still alive?!" You nodded and in an instant, Sansa had her arms around you.

"You know her?" Jon asked and Sansa pulled away. "This is Y/N. She helped me and Theon escape. I was worried Ramsay would kill her when he found out." You frowned. "It was the opposite. He completely ignored me. That frightened me more. I never knew when he was going to strike." You began shaking again. Sansa gave your shoulder a squeeze, knowing firsthand how frightening Ramsay's punishments could be. "Y/N, this is my brother, Jon." You gave a little curtsy. You were already starting to feel a little better about your situation.

*time skip*

Jon held back a groan. Now that he was King in the North, his stresses had doubled, maybe even tripled. "Jon?" He looked up at you and smiled. You had chosen to stay in Winterfell after Jon had freed you from that room. Your family was pretty much all dead and their lands had been taken by the Lannisters before Daenerys took the Iron Throne in the South. You weren't willing to return there. And, to be honest, Jon was pleased, although he hid it well. At least from everyone except Sansa.

Sansa had seen the spark between you and Jon from almost the beginning. And she knew you. She knew the kind of woman you were and thought that you and Jon were well suited. Plus, you liked each other. She could tell. Since Jon was no longer part of the Night's Watch, he could be free to court and, perhaps eventually, marry you. Sansa wanted you both to be happy.

Sansa was watching from the doorway as you approached Jon's desk. "Are you alright?" Jon nodded, but didn't say anything. "Are you really?" He sighed and shook his head. "No. I never wanted this, but now that I'm here, I don't want to let my people down." You smiled. "Jon, you are a great man, a great King. The people follow you because they believe in you. They trust you. You won't let them down. But you can't continue this way. You need to rest sometime."

Jon hummed and you took it as a dismissal. Sighing, you reached over and gave Jon's hand a squeeze before leaving him to his thoughts. Sansa darted away before you could see her. She was going to talk to Jon. She slipped into the room and called his name. He barely looked up until she was right in front of the desk.

"What is it, Sansa?" Sansa sat down in one of the chairs. "Have you given any thought to a queen?" That made Jon stop and finally look up at her. His dark eyes were wide. "A...what?" Sansa scoffed lightly. "A queen, Jon. You know, the wife of a king?" Jon rolled his eyes. "I know what a queen is, Sansa. What brought this on?"

"I just thought that, now that Queen Daenerys gave up the North to you, you might want to consider taking a queen of your own," Sansa said, adding in a nonchalant shrug. Jon laughed in disbelief. "A queen? Sansa really. King in the North or not, I'm still a bastard. That narrows down the pool, doesn't it?" Sansa smirked. It was working. "Not necessarily. I'm certain there are many women who would love to marry you, bastard or no. One immediately comes to mind and she lives here in Winterfell."

Without waiting for a response, Sansa stood and left the room. The seed was planted in Jon's mind. Now she just had to plant it in yours. She went in search of you, a smile on her face. Part of her felt a little guilty for meddling but the bigger part really wanted to see you and Jon together. Together and happy.

Sansa found you heading for the kitchens. "Y/N!" You stopped and looked over your shoulder. "Hello, Sansa." Sansa came over, getting in step with you. "What are you up to?" You grinned. "I'm getting the cook to whip up a little something for Jon. He hasn't been eating well." Sansa's smile widened. "Oh? I think it's sweet how you try and take care of him." You felt yourself flush. "W-Well, someone must. He won't do it himself. He's too worried about everyone else."

Sansa didn't say anything for a moment, letting you try to get over you embarrassment. "He likes you, you know. I can tell." You shook your head and chuckled. "I doubt it. He's king. He doesn't have time for any of that." You kept walking toward the kitchens and hoped that she'd drop the subject. "Yes, well. I have something to do. I'll see you around." Sansa turned and walked toward her own chambers.

For the rest of the day, whenever you and Jon were in the same room, awkwardness ensued. You would both stutter and act all embarrassed. Sansa was barely hiding her smirks as she watched. Hopefully, you two would push past the awkward part and admit your feelings. It was to the point now where everyone in the room could see it. Dinner would be the event that finally saw Sansa's hope realized.

You sat down next to Jon, the way you always did, but this time, when your knee accidentally brushed against his, he jumped and his face turned red. "Are you alright?" you asked him in a hushed tone and he nodded. Shrugging a little, you turned to look out in the room. Jon spent the rest of the dinner not really talking, much to your dismay. It made things even more tense.

After you ate, you decided to leave the room. You couldn't take Jon's silence anymore. You got up, your knee once more brushing against his. "Good night, Jon," you whispered. You set a hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. Apparently that was what it took to snap Jon out of stupor. He shot up out of his chair and grabbed your wrist, spinning you back to face him. Your lips were centimeters apart.

"Tell me you don't want this," he said softly. You wanted to answer him, but you couldn't. You did want it. You shook your head and he closed the gap between you. You could feel every ounce of passion he had in those lips and you certainly never expected him to be so public with his affections. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice that you were in front of so many people until the whistles and catcalls started.

Jon pulled away and surveyed the room, his face even more red than before. You glanced over at Sansa who was wearing the biggest grin of them all."Um...perhaps we should take this elsewhere, Jon," you whispered and he chuckled. "Perhaps we should." You let Jon lead you from the room, trying to ignore the cheers coming from the room behind you.