Got One-Shots Book 2

His First Love - pt. 2 (Jon Snow x fem!reader)

"Do you love him? Are you happy?" Jon called out to you. You glanced over your shoulder. "It doesn't matter."

Your words echoed in Jon's mind for weeks after your last encounter. Despite everything going on around him, Jon couldn't shake the haunting memories. What had you meant? Surely if you were happy, you would have said so when he asked...wouldn't you? If you loved your betrothed, wouldn't you happily tell the world? The questions merely served to drive Jon mad. That is, until someone helped him see a way to change things.

Jon was lost in thought again when Davos and Sansa approached him. Brienne bringing up the rear. "Jon?" The new king barely looked up from his work. "Jon!" The dark-haired male jumped when his sister yelled. "What is it, Sansa?" Sansa grinned. "There's something I have to tell you...privately." Jon stood and followed Sansa from the room after letting Davos know he'd be back in a moment.

"What is so important, Sansa?" Sansa looked up at Jon with her Tully blue eyes shining happily. "I've just been outside and I ran into Y/N's sisters." Jon fought to keep his expression neutral. "And this is important?' Sansa frowned and rolled her eyes. "Yes, Jon. Let me finish. I heard them talking. According to them, Y/N has been begging her father to let her out of her betrothal." Jon sighed heavily. He didn't appreciate his sister's attempt at matchmaking. "Sansa, I don't have time for this. I don't have time for false hope." Jon turned to head back to where Davos was waiting.

"I thought you loved her, Jon!" Sansa cried. Jon turned with clenched fists. "I have always loved her, Sansa! But she is promised to another and I am now the King. I can't force her to break her promise and I can't marry a baker's daughter without losing the support of the other lords!" He didn't wait for his sister to respond before turning around again and heading inside.

Jon and Davos immediately began talking strategy for the war to come, but it didn't last long. Davos kept looking at Jon in deep contemplation until he finally said something. "I, uh, couldn't help but to overhear your discussion with Lady Sansa." Jon frowned and bit back a sigh. "I should have been a bit more discreet," he muttered. Davos chuckled. "If I may offer some advice, Your Grace?" Jon gave a little nodded.

"Thank you. You said that marriage to a baker's daughter would lose the support of the other lords. Forgive me, Your Grace, but I find that hard to believe. Why should they back out when there is a chance of you securing your throne through marriage? A chance for your legacy to carry on to fight for the people? And who better to fight and speak for the people than one of the people?"

Jon didn't reply for a minute. Davos made a valid point. Who better to champion for the people of the North than a woman who has lived and worked among them her whole life? But the nagging in the back of Jon's head was still there. You were betrothed after all! And what if Davos was wrong? What if the lords did have a problem with Jon marrying a low born woman? And what about your father and fiance?

"Thank you for your advice, Ser Davos, but there is nothing I can do. Y/N is betrothed-" Davos interrupted, "Unhappily, if these old ears heard right." Jon scowled before he continued, "And I won't ask her to break that promise." Davos shrugged a bit. "There may be a way around that too. Don't ask her. Talk to her father. The betrothal was clearly his wish after all, He can break it in exchange for another promise...maybe from a king."

Davos left after that, leaving Jon to his thoughts. Once again, the older knight had a point. Now Jon's heart was torn between his love and his duty. He sat in thought for hours. He was running out of time. You were due to marry another within a month. If Jon was going to make his move, he needed to do it quickly. Making up his mind, Jon rose from his seat and left the room once more.

A few hours later, Jon was in his study when you and your father were announced. Your father looked petrified at the thought of being summoned before the king. And you? You looked so worn and tired, as if your impending marriage was the worst pain you'd ever felt. "You sent for us, Your Grace?" Jon did his best to give a friendly smile. "I did. I was hoping to speak to you alone for a moment first."

Jon and your father's eyes drifted to you. You nodded stiffly before leaving the room. You paced outside the study, wondering what they could possibly be talking about. The raised voices were still muffled behind the door. You cursed the stone buildings. What could Jon have possibly wanted with you and your father?

The door finally opened again. Based on the yelling, you'd expected your father to look angry. Instead, he looked thrilled. "The king wishes to speak to you, Y/N." He ushered you through the door before you could protest. The door closed behind you and you stood face to face with Jon. Alone. "How may I assist you, Your Grace?"

"First, you can stop with the 'Your Grace' nonsense. And start calling me 'Jon'. It is the proper thing to do with your betrothed." You blinked almost comically. "M-My what?" Jon rose from his seat and came around to where you were standing, dumbfounded. "Only if you wish. Y/N, I am so tired of denying myself what I truly want. I never wanted to be king or even a lord. I only wanted to prove that I was worthy of being a Stark. I have done that in the eyes of my people."

You started to speak, but he continued, "I was wrong. That wasn't what I really wanted. I really wanted you. To be with you. I realized it wasn't the Stark name I wanted to be worthy of. It was you. When you told me of your betrothal, I was heartbroken." You licked your lips. "What of the other lords? What of my fiance?"

"Better to ask forgiveness than permission with the lords. And I am certain they will not object to you, anyway. As for your former betrothed, it was why I spoke to your father. To convince him to break the betrothal so I may be free to marry you, should you wish it. If not, I have made your father promise to let you wed whoever you want." You stood there, staring at Jon and unable to speak. He was offering you what you wanted. A way out of your betrothal. And more than that. He was there offering you his heart. The one thing you'd always hoped for.

"Please answer me, Y/N," he whispered. He was standing so close, but refused to touch you. "Jon," you whispered, but couldn't figure out the words to continue your thought. So, you did the only thing you could think of. You gently grabbed Jon's face in your hands and pulled his face toward you. You kissed him more deeply than you ever had before. Jon sighed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around you.

You kissed him until you couldn't breathe anymore. You pulled away panting, resting your forehead on Jon's. After catching his breath, Jon asked, "Does that mean your answer is yes?" You giggled lightly. "Yes, Jon. It absolutely means yes." Jon held you tighter and pressed your lips together again.