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BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 9

We walk back to Winterfell in silence. He told me he wanted me to meet someone. Something about him being a true fan of stories like me. I don’t know how he got the idea of that, I dread having to read even a message. “This is Samwell. Has read millions of books in his short years of life”

“Nice to meet you Samwell”

“Please just Sam” I smile

“Y/N”

“I bet you two will have fun” Bran says as he leaves the room. I turn back to Sam who stares at me with no clue on his face.

“I told him one story and now he thinks we can be bestfriend because we have that in common”

“Well if you came to become bestfriends you’re too late, Jon is my best friend” I laugh at his sarcasm.

“That pains me. Oh well” I take a seat. I grab and take a look at some of the books he has on the table. “So you and Jon are bestfriends?” He nods, taking a seat infront of me with more books.

“He saved me when I arrived at castle black and has been saving me from that day on” Alway trying to save people. “We became brothers of the night watch together. We crossed the wall together. We survived the wall together. We found love together.” He turns to me, lowering his voice. “Her name is Gilly. We have a kid but its a long story. His was a wildling named Ygritte. That is when the night watch didn’t get along with the widling and got into a war. Ygritte got killed.” He sits back closing his book. “At this point Jon has lost his father, lady stark, his first love and two brothers. I don’t know how he keeps standing”

“He still has something to fight for. His two sisters, Bran, and all of the north”

“Yeah. I mean after getting killed by his own man and surviving it. Going to war with a ruthless guy, Bolton. Survivng the dead twice, I don’t know how he keeps on standing” My gaze falls off the books. I look up to Sam.

“When you stop fighting, that is when it's all over. There is always a reason to continue and Jon has plenty of those”

“Yeah.”

“So, tell me about Gilly. Why is the story long?” I could see his eyes light up at her name. I stayed with him for a while, hearing his story. How they met, to when they moved so he could become maester up to now.

“I want to marry her when this is all over. Live the life she deserves after almost her whole life she was kept by her father-” He stopped when a knock on the door interrupted us. “Come in” And in walked Jon.

“Hey” Before I could answer Sam spoke up.

“Hey! I was just telling her how you are my bestfriend” He goes over and wraps one arm around his shoulder. “And how many times I had to save you” Jon laughs

“Seems like you needing saving is something common” I stand walking past them. “I need to check up on my people. It was nice to meet you Sam'' With a smile I walked out. I didn’t know what it was but I had a weird sensation. Like I couldn’t make myself look at Jons eyes. Maybe it was the Ygritte thing bothering me. His first love. Maybe I am angry at myself for being stupid enough to think I was his like he was mine. Maybe I am being stupid right now to think this is important, that I am important. We haven’t established a set relationship but damn, I knew getting into any of these was not the best idea. I rush towards the gate and see the unsullied and dothraki on guard while some sleep.

“Princess, would you like us to set you up for the night?” I nod at the dothraki offering. I go around the camp, tiring myself out. I couldn’t help but feel a bad feeling. The cold was becoming bearable at the time I laid down. The use of fire wasn’t necessary until we traveled across the sea. I like to admit that the sound of the wood burning while my eyes closed was sort of calming. Like fire making music. Back home there was a water feature in the castle that surrounded and echoed in the walls. The water making music. While traveling towards the sea you could feel the air. The air making music. I am yet to feel the earth make music. Another thing I loved about sleeping to music is hearing the birds sing. In Winterfell the only birds I heard were crows. At first light coming visible I stood and took in a deep breath. I walk into the gates and towards the stairs.

“Goodmorning Y/N” I smile as I see Sansa walking towards me.

“Goodmorning Lady Sansa” I bowed my head a little. We both turn around looking down below at the people working early in the morning.

“We had a room in order for you”

“Thank you, but I prefer sleeping where my people sleep” She nods.

“Can I ask you a question?” I respond with a simple yes. I turn towards her, giving her my full attention. “You don’t seem to trust Daenerys as much as everyone does. My brother seems to trust more in her than the person leading her army” I chuckled.

“Trust doesn’t come easy. I think in this world you can’t give your trust to many people. I am here for loyalty. Yet, your cause is convincing to fight as well. I will say trusting without letting your guard down is advisable. She is here to help your cause. Once this is all over, I think she will be very generous with your idea on what to do with Winterfell.”

“So you're telling me to trust her because she is fighting a war for my cause. Yet this can cause her to lose just as much if Winterfell stood alone” The grin in my face didn’t leave. She was a strong girl. Strong girls in this world are tested every day. But she is more than strong, she is delicate to the touch. Someone who would do anything for her people.

“Yes. Thankfully she understood this can affect her in the future. Now she is here fighting. If you can’t trust the people who choose to fight alongside you, then that is how the otherside might win. The good thing is that when this is all over, Winterfell will only have one queen”

“That is not what I want. I want Winterfell to be independent, people want Jon to be King” Her eyes fall to the ground. Turning her body over the balcony again.

“One thing I have learned about the Starks is that they will do anything for their family. And this family will fight and die for the north. The north sees that and will continue to support whoever supports them”She only gives me a nod. I shake it off. “Now if you will excuse me. I will continue on with my walk” walk? I didn’t even know where I was going. After my departure I enter the common room. Traveled through the dining area. I stopped when I reached a hallway. At the end of it was red eyes staring back at me. I have seen dogs before but nothing like this. The creature stood up on his four legs. Shaking his white fur and taking one step forward. I raise my hand towards him. A low growl came from his end. Backing up was no longer an option as I hit a dead end. I look over to my left, from where I came from but if I made a run for it or scream, the creature would get to me before I could escape. Desperately I moved my hand around to touch the back wall and twisted the handle, got in and closed the door. “Who leaves a huge dog outside like that?” I sigh, pressing my forehead against the door. Now how do I leave?.I turned around and saw that I walked into a bedroom. The fire was on and the bed made. I rushed over towards the window but it was too high for me to climb down. I heard scratching on the otherside of the door and I swear to you that almost made me jump out the window. Maybe the snow will be a nice place to land on. The sun was rising more and more and the scratching continued. The door creaked open, caught my attention and I saw Jon standing beside the creature.

“Are you okay?” I shook my head quickly seeing as he took steps closer the creature wasn’t far behind. “This is Ghost. A direwolf” I give him an uneasy smile.

“Oh hello Ghost” Sarcasm all over my voice. “Did you teach him to corner people?” Moving closer to the wall beside the window. Jon shakes his head with a laugh.

“No. He is harmless.” Really?! I doubt that. “Its okay” he whispers as he takes more steps towards me until he is right infront of me. I grip onto his leather as I hear the direwold growl again.

“Does that sound harmless?!” I close my eyes having seen the direwolf walk closer to me. I could feel his nose smelling me.

“You’re a stranger. He won’t do anything to you” I grip harder pulling myself closer to him now. “Ghost. Sit” Jons arm wraps around me. I felt the vibration of his laugh. “See? Harmless” I look up to him rolling my eyes. “Don’t like wolves much?”

“Not ones that growl at me” There it is again a laugh. “Not funny. He could have easily ripped me to shreds” One of his hand moves to grab my cheek. I look at him and his grin has gone away. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips on mine. My mind goes back to last night. She is not here anymore. I never cared about what people thought about me. This will not stop me from fullfilling anything I set myself to do. The pain that might come as the result of this at the end will not stop me from hearing my heart. When I pulled him even closer is when I heard another growl. Now that will stop me. I looked down at Ghost who was just sitting there, looking at us.

“Ghost” Jon warned. “Come on.” I watched as he opened the door for Ghost. But before he leaves I could sware he gave me a warning with his eyes.

“Ghost doesn’t like me” I hear the door close. I walk over to the fire, trying to warm myself some more. “If he could speak he would tell you he doesn’t like me. I am going to wake up tomorrow to him staring at me, ready to jump on me.” I looked over to Jon who was standing there watching me.

“Sam told me what you two spoke about yesterday”

“There is no need for an explanation.” I wave him off.

“I would feel much better if I did” he walked closer taking both my hands in his. “Ygritte was someone I fell for and will forever love” That felt like a stab. The words I know I didn’t have to say were stuck in my throat. “We were at war and I had to choose.” my eyes move up to meet his. “This is a way of telling you that I don’t want to choose this time”

“You don’t have to.” I didn’t say this because this situation was different than it was with Ygritte and him. We are fighting for the same side. We don’t have to kill eachother. “It's not the perfect timing but whatever you choose, I will accept” I move my hands to hold his face closer.

“I want to be with you, and I want you to be by my side.” a smile creeped on my face. “I don’t mean drop everything for me, or give up on things you believe in because of me, I just want you to be with me. Just-”

“Ok” I give him a quick kiss. “Ok. I want you by my side too. King or no King. Lord Commander or not. Fighting against the dead or against the queen. I don’t care as long as you are with me. Whatever happens will happen, you just have to promise me that it will always be us”

“And Ghost” he quickly added. I laugh, shaking my head.

“And Ghost” I kissed him again. “Your siblings” another kiss. “Mine” another kiss. “But mainly and most importantly, us”

“Us” The next kiss spread fire around my body. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me towards the bed. I was laying under him and his kisses traveled down my neck.

“Jon” I sighed, gripping onto his clothes, trying to move it away. He got the message. I could no longer feel leather or fur but his warm skin under my finger tips. He stopped kissing looking down at me as he untied my shirt. “Will you be careful?” His eyes were warm against mine. He didn’t have to answer because I knew he would be. Maybe it was me being under him that made me feel safe. I heard so many times about how this is supposed to be a nervous situation and that it wouldn’t be something as easy as breathing. My breathing was rapid but my head was clear. Everything he was doing, my body was moving in sync with his.

“Anything for you princess” He whispered, coming down to take my lips again. My upper half was naked and I did the same to any other clothing we had on us. My hands moved to grip onto his back and he gripped onto the fur sheets on the side of my head. His kiss traveled down my neck again but I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Jon” I whine. “Please?” he hovered over me. The disapperation in my face showed. “I need you” My legs wrap around his waist pulling him down.

“Anything for you princess” I closed my eyes, taking in what he was doing. His kiss moves up to claim my lips again. One hand moving inbetween us to place him in the right direction. The warm feeling was there again. He pushes in and my whimper is swallowed by him. The grip around his back grows harder as he keeps pushing in. His thrust goes slow, allowing me to feel every inch of him. The uneasy feeling below was heaven. My head was in ecstasy as the feeling of everything was becoming too much. “You’re doing so good” oh that right there. That right there was the moment my whines and wimpers turned into a moan. The pleasure running up my spine. His thrust continues to speed up.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, pulling us closer. I moan as his cock slammed in harder than before.

“So good. Such a pretty view” Jon grunts, grounding his hips into yours even harder and going so fast that you're shaking the bed. The pleasure and pain mixed into one felt too good to come back to reality, to make him stop. Oh and when I felt a weird sensation I lifted my hips towards him and that sensation increased.

“Jon” I moaned, unaware of what this feeling was. It was a fire burning hotter every second in my lower stomach. I felt it when we kissed but not this intense.

“It's okay.” he moaned, his head falling beside mine. “I feel it too”He speaks out breathily, making more grunting sounds. Jon doesn’t stop his movement after the feeling was residing. I grip hard onto him as the burning sensation came. He moves to hover over me again with pulling out of me. “What?” He asked with a stupid smile.

“Do you mind if we keep practicing this?”

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 11:

“I have to go” Pulling back from Jon I start missing the warmth he radiates. “The sun is close” I look over to the horizon and know soon enough that although it's dark, I can imagine how it looked in the morning, praying to see that again. I look back to Jon and try to take as much of him in. “You hold on tight to that dragon”

“Yes Princess” The only thing holding onto him were my hands. When I removed them I walked towards him pulling him closer as my hands touched his cheeks. Atleast one last kiss. It was a simple one. A simple goodbye. A simple see you soon. A simple stay safe. A simple, don’t do anything stupid because I will be fighting to stay here with you. A simple, I love you. I pulled away, turned around and kept on walking. Love was always the thing that held me together. To be honest I never cared about dying. Never cared about leaving anyone behind. Yes I have people I loved who I would be crushed to see suffer because I am no longer here but at the end of the day they would be fine. Yet I get this overwhelming feeling now, that no matter what happens, I have to stay alive. I can’t not be afraid of death. I need to see what the future holds for me, I have to know. Once I reach the gates I mount my horse and wait for the Dothraki to take their stance behind me.

“Move forward” I yell in Dothraki. The horde rides out in between the unsullied to form themselves up infront of them.

“Lady Y/N” I look down and see a young girl there.

“Am no Lady” I say, mounting off my horse.

“My apologies, Princess” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Just Y/N. What can I do for you Lady Mormont?” She is a strong girl. I shake my head from going deep into a hole thinking about how she got to be a lady in this war.

“My cousin is out there” Jorah. “I-” She shakes her head. Her hands fall to the side as she tries to get her words out.

“I will stand with him, fight alongside him, '' Lady Mormont nods. I give her a smile before mounting on my horse and riding out to find Greyworm. My horse stops as it stands beside Arya. “If anything goes wrong, you are to go behind the gate” I look at both Arya and Greyworm. He nods knowing it was an order towards him to keep Arya safe. “Lead them Arya. Lead them well. They have their orders. Those catapults and trenches are yours to use” She nods. With a final glance I continue on riding. I see a figure coming closer on a horse. The rider's cloak falls back from their face and it's the redhead woman, Mellisandra. I keep on riding until I reach Jorah.

“You brought company” I looked confused as he pointed something behind me. I look back and see Ghost marching up to stand in the middle of us.

“Only because I threatened to make a fur coat of him” His low growl was heard and I only smiled. “Are you ready?” I look down again and see him focus on the darkness.

“I guess that everyone” Jorah jokes. He pulls out his sword as I do mine. My attention moves to the swishing sounds and growls above us. Daenerys and Jon are surveying the area. Their shadows can be seen thanks to the moon shining through the clouds above. I look down and give the signal. The soldiers start yelling and the Dothraki start wailing. I spur my horse forwad knowing the Dothraki was right behind me. The flaming swords allow us to see a bit of the onslaught as the Dothraki pull far away from the rest of the forces. Above us the stone from the catapults are seen behind the throne. The fire helps us with view as we come upon the dead.

The flaming stones crash to the ground in front of us. The snarls of the undead army precede them. We see the ferocious undead emerging from the darkness, massive in size and in numbers. The fire starts to quit and no matter how many we stick our swords in, the double amount shows up. Our forces are getting thinner and thinner by the minute. I look around to see Jorah struggling.

“Everyone! Back!” I yell in Dothraki. I rush to Jorah off my horse. Pushing the undead back and stabbing it. “We are getting mudered!” I yell. Jorah gets on his horse and rides off. I start running back and alongside me I see Ghost. The sound around me was made of horse whinnies in the darkness followed by the footsteps of retreating Dothraki on foot. We catch up to the unsullied and watch the Dothraki come in. Greyworm’s face twists in anger. I go to say something but Arya beats me to it. Greyworm nods to her command as he places on his helmet.The wind blows stronger. A soft pattern becomes a rumble of running feet as the undead army starts to boil forth the darkness, running at full tilt. Once visible, they come in like a tidal wave.

“Take your stance!” Greyworm shouts. The Unsullied take their braced battle stance, spears pointed forward. I stand back and watch the army of wights crash over them, shrieking and snarling. They stab and slice the Unsullied as they barrel through. I ran up to renforce. I watch as soldiers run from their stance towards the wall. The undead crash into their cadre at full speed and the battle begins. One after the other comes rushing towards us. A blow to the head, another to their spin and the rest wherever my sword catches them.

“Arya gets back into the gate!”Just then, the dragons above shoot forth a wall of flame as they dive past, disintegrating the undead. The dragons continue to do this until a white smoke of winter covers them. Fuck!. I rush towards Arya and pull her back, phishing her towards the gates. “Get back in the castle!” With a straight glance she nods. I am not pushing her away from the war. A war can’t be fought if the leader is dead. After a couple of minutes the archers above the wall start helping. I keep on fighting until the wind is knocked out of me. My sword is the only thing keeping me alive as one undead stays above me. With all my strength I pushed him back but not quick enough to see another coming towards me. I turn over and see Ghost taking care of him as I jab my sword into another. “I might be rethinking the fur coat”

“Fall back! Fall back! Tormund screams. The northman follows the command to retreat.

“Protect the retreat!” I yell in Valaryian. The northman makes it to the gate and the doors open. The undead continue to fight with an unhinged rage.

“Stand your ground!” Greyworm’s voice can be heard. Other than the grunts of the unsullied in the front line you can hear the northman behind us taking their stance. Spears pointed forward as we stood as the undead continued to swarm into us with great force.

“Retreat!” I hear a voice overboard in Valaryian. I can make it out to be Arya. Another soldier from afar yells to retreat. The Unsullied begin to fall back. “Light the trenches!” We watch as the last line of the Unsullied is being crossed. The undead making slow but constant progress against us. I look up seeing Davos wave a torch around.

“Light the trench!” A worried soldier screams out. I look over to Greyworm who continues to pant as he watches the ferocious undead army battle against the last man in the line.

“She can’t see the light, the snow is too strong” I scream over to Greyworm “Light the trenches!” The archers on the wall start shooting flaming torches at the palisade in the trenches. I watch as each arrow burns out each time it reaches its target, some don’t even make it as the harsh winds blow them out. The northenman try to light it with torches but it no use. I walk towards the gate and send out a line of Unsullied to take a stance. The weather gets worse by the second and our exhaustion will soon take over us. The sound of the Unsullied making a passageway catches my attention. Melisandre walks up giving me a quick glance before reaching the trenches. She lifts up her hand and starts chanting in Valaryian.

“Lord of Light, cast your light upon us. Lord of Light, defend us. For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Nothing. The winds keep blowing harder and the undead twice as strong forward. “Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Flaming arrows streak down from the ramparts into the darkness beyond the trench. The growls of the undead creep out of the darkness. I run up to help the Unsullied protect her. “Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Her chant became louder and in a second the trenches spark into flames. We take a step back watching as the fire consumes the attacking ghoul and those behind it. The trench erupts into a blinding wall of flame, stopping the swarm of undead attackers. They shriek in surprise and pain. For now, Winterfell is protected from the charge. I don’t know how long it has been but I wish it had lasted longer. The undead stood motionless now. One steps calmly forward into the trench falling face first.Then another joins him, and another still. They pile on top of one another at a quickening pace.

“Guard the walls”I pull back, continuing watching as the undead sacrifice themselves, one by one.Other groups of undead tumble into the trench, building other pathways with their bodies. They fall like dominoes until they have spanned the trench. “Man the walls”I scream out a warning again.The first wave of undead forge across the corpse bridge. We move forward to attack. Northernman from inside the walls march out to help with the alarming growing number of undead now crossing the trenches.

“Get behind the wall!” I didn’t turn around until I was running in the same direction as the person pulling me. I look up seeing nothernmen fighting up high in the wall.

“Where is Arya?” Tormund looks around, not being able to find her eithier. I didn’t wait for an answer. I ran along the wall trying to find her and help as much as possible. One after another undead, I come to a corner to see the man they call the Hound. Jon told me about him, and how he helped or tried to help Arya. “Get up! I need you to find Arya!”I stand in alert infront of him making sure the undead doesn’t get to me.

“He's a coward! Afraid of a little fire!” Beric screams over

“Fuck off! We can't beat them. Don't you see that, you stupid whore? We're fighting Death! They can't beat Death” I turn over and see more pileing up into the courtyard.

“Why don’t you tell her that?!” His eyes turn to what I am seeing. Arya rolling down to the ground fighting the undead with such force.

“I found her for you! Now you only have to keep her alive”There is a grunt from his direction but he gets up and makes his way towards her and Beric. I turn over, slashing an undead with my sword. My vision clears off the distance to see Daenerys in the middle of the field. I make my way through the undead but stop in my tracks seeing Jon running into Winterfell. His eyes fell on me and we shared a sigh of relief. He wanted to say something but I shook my head. “Go” I whisper, grasping his hand really quickly before making my way towards Daenerys. Just in time I pulled her away. Drogon flies up shaking the undead who start to mount him. They now turn their direction towards us and charge.

“Let's go!” Jorah takes hold of Daenerys as we try to make our way to safer ground.HE leads her through the burning wreckage of the battlefield outside the walls of Winterfell as I follow close behind. I slash two more until we come to a halt. The undead surrounding us from all sides. I hear a grunt to my side and stab the undead who stabbed Jorah in the side.

“We need to keep going!” I tell them. I look around but there is no end to this. We just have to continue fighting. Jorah takes his stance again. I turn and rage towards the ones coming forward. A slash in my arm causes my sword to fall. I trip over and grab another one on the ground and stab it on the undeads back before turning and slashing another.

“NO!’ Daenerys cries as a sword penetrates Jorahs heart. She takes a sword and stabs the undead in return. I rush over but fall as an undead grabs my ankle. I cut his wrist and gathered myself up. Daenerys cradles Jorah but I have to time to look any longer. I take another sword in my hand and protect them. I gained a slash in my right arm again, one in my shoulder and another in the other arm.

“Y/N!” I turned early enough to slash the undead behind me but not quick enough that blocked him from creating a line across my stomach. The pain became unbearable. My vision was cloudy. Far away I could see the horizon again as the sun kissed the sky. As the undead went down, so did I.

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 12:

When I was able to open my eyes I let out a deep sigh. I checked every limb I had. Stretching them out to verify I was somehow intact. I removed the covers down and noticed my whole chest bandanged up. “You shouldn’t do that” I turned my head to the chair right infront of the fireplace. “The maester said the cuts weren’t too deep. You will have some scarring to remember the battle of Winterfell '' I give her a quick nod before tearing the rest of the covers off. She gets up and helps me with my clothes.

“What are you doing up here?” I can tell she probably hasn’t been elsewhere since her clothes show how hard she fought the white walkers. I usher her away as I finish tying my shirt.

“I put a dagger in the night king” I looked up in shock. Well not shocked that I didn’t think she wasn’t capable but shocked at the fact I was standing infront of the person who ended it all. “Please don’t say what everyone has been telling me. '' She falls back into the bed and closes her eyes.

“I won’t” I laugh a little. The noise outside caught my attention as I moved towards the window,a crowd came to view. My gaze casted down below as the bodies on a funeral pyre were burning. I scan acrossed every emotion in people's faces. Daenerys' sad expression over Jorahs departure but nothing close to the one Sansa had on. The bodies continue to burn as I rip my eyes away from that sight. I grab my coat and open the door to walk out but stop in my tracks. I knelt down and couldn’t help but smile.

“He has been outside the door waiting to come in all day long” His expression turns that of a teenager who's annoyed by their parents. I go back up turning to Arya.

“I'm going out.” She sits up on the bed. Her mouth opens to speak but I shake my head. “I will be alright” I continue on walking until I am out and standing infront of the gates.

“Do you need a horse?” A guard asked but I just shook my head. I look over and see Ghost has followed me since the bedroom. “Open the gates!” The guard backs up and winter winds meet my face. The result of the war still outside these walls causes a halt to my step. My vision starts to get blurry and I forget how to swallow. Nothing will get you ready for this type of battle. A battle where hundreds of people lost their lifes for. Thousands wishing they would survive, and many more knowing that was their last breath. Ghost walks infront of me far enough to give me the courage to continue. Every step a dizzy thought came to mind. I didn’t stop walking until we met with the trees.

“Where I am from the trees never keep the green in winter” We walked through the trees admiring the beauty of simply just being there. “I think it just might be my favorite combination” I whisper to him, settling myself on the ground. The contrast with earth tones such as green and brown made such a view with the white of the snow. Ghost lays down and shuffles to place his head in my lap. “Why are you acting so nice?” I laugh petting his fur coat. “Don’t act so nice, Am supposed to make a fur coat out of you” I continued to run my fingers throught his fur but soon enough I felt my eyelids get heavier. The after noon sun soon became a sunset. Now that the dead are dead for good, we have to deal with Cersei. It all feels like a puzzle, this battle was another piece to it. Yet I can’t pull back and see the full picture, I don’t know what the ending of this will be. “Lets get inside, it's getting colder by the second '' Ghost groans, getting up and shaking the snow off him. “Am tired. How about carrying me back?” I laugh hearing another growl from him only this time his focus was somewhere else. I could see the Winterfell from here but we were still surrounded by trees. His growls got louder and his body was pressed onto me circling around.

“It's just me” Ghost was about to pounce when he saw Jon walking out from behind the trees. I let out a sigh rolling my eyes at his attempt to do whatever he was trying to do.

“Let's go Ghost” He happily turned around and followed me.

“You to are bestfriends now?” His body moved to block my way to Winterfell. I looked down at Ghost who kept on walking ignoring us both.

“No. We just tolerate eachother more now” I looked at Jons face and I have no clue why I began to walk away from him. This is the first time since our interaction in the battle that I can be with him. I move forward wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Truth be told this wasn’t a sad or happy kiss, it was a contempt kiss. One that I was happy to take right now. “Hey” I whisper as our heads rest against eachother.

“Hey” I could feel his smile with my eyes closed. After a couple of minutes there were no words spoken after that. Not even as we walked hand and hand into Winterfell. Or when I turn to see him close his bedroom door behind him. Or when his gaze became heavy as it fell with each item of clothing falling to the floor. His kiss was gentle as we made our way to the bed. I smile feeling the warmth radiating from him as he hovers over me. His hands caressed my body and I didn’t think it could get any hotter but when he parted my legs further apart I almost fell apart.

“Jon” I signed. I took hold of his face pulling him up. He knew what I wanted, with just the call of his name he knew I needed him, just him. His eyes never moved away from mine as we both groaned feeling eachother become one again. That alone made my breath act up. Taking deep breath eveytime his rocked his hip forward slow and deep. His lips met mine as he continued going slow. It was torture but it felt amazing. I didn’t need him to do this because of our injurys but it was an unspoken consexual agreement. I wrap my legs around him pulling him closer. A groan escaped my lips still pressed against his. The knot in my stomach was becoming stronger. My fingers dug into his back trying to hold on to something. He applies more pressure to his thrust and just seconds later we are both cumming together. He brushes the hair out of my face. My body twitches underneath him and with a simple push of his hand he holds me still.

“Honey,” He whisper in my ear. He was still inside me and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him again, but this time a little harder. He pulls me closer to him and he covers us up. My head falls to his chest, still sweaty but I don’t mind. “Why were you out there?”

“I needed the ambience of the cold, needed to take a deep breath-” I needed to distance myself for a while. A yawn overtakes me and I pull myself closer to him. Jon didn’t speak after that, or maybe I fell asleep before he could say anything. I felt contempt at this moment, that was until I was woken up in a hurry. The scratches on the door made it difficult to ignore Ghost.

“Where are you going?” Jon grabs my wrist but I remove it quickly. I grabbed my clothes and placed them on in a hurry.

“Ghost is scratching up the door” I say pointing at the obvious noise. By his reaction I knew it wasn’t typical for Ghost to do so but he was calm maybe hoping it was something that could wait. The sun was still down, perhaps we only slept 4 or 5 hours?. Jon goes to open the door as I finish putting on my shoes.

“What's wrong?” Jon asks outside the door. I get up rushing to him and Ghost's head switches over to me. I remove the piece in his mouth. “What is that?”

“My mothers crown” I placed it inside my bag and grabbed my fur coat. “Show me” I didn’t even take a look back at Jon who was yelling at me to wait for him. I rush behind Ghost. I don’t know how far it was but I know I wanted to get there quickly so I grabbed a horse. I passed through the Dothraki and Unsullied outside. “Malakho!” Him and three other men mounted their horses and followed behind. It was hard to distinguish Ghost and the snow but thankfully the light of the moon helped a bit. “This could be a trap so I need you to stand back” I scream at them and they vanish. I continued to follow Ghost until it was a terrain I could no longer follow him riding a horse. I tripped a couple of times but once we reached a rock wall and the other side there they were. A fire all burned out. “Hey! Don’t” I stand infront of Ghost to block him from my brother's sharp end sword.

“Y/N!” I feel my younger sister's arm wrap around me. “How did you find us?” I ignored her for a bit looking back into the small cave they were in.

“He found mothers crown I think you might have dropped” I pulled it out of my bag and handed it over. She peels off of me, giving me the chance to walk closer into the cave. “Are you okay?” I watch her nod.

“I told her it was too risky to travel in her conditions' ' My brother gace falls to the bundle in her arms.

“We had to leave, it would be more risky to stay with your father” I watch Gemma, now the mother of my nephew lays there. She had given birth on this cold night, with only my brother's help.

“Let's get you somewhere warm” I stand up, giving the Dothraki the signal. I watch Malakho and the three men walk out from the trees. Before I could speak I saw another figure show up.

“You just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” I didn’t have time for this. I know he wasn’t mad yet it bothered me a little.

“We need to get her to Winterfell, she just gave birth and we can’t risk another hour in this cold” I ordered Malakho and with the help of my brother, Gemma and the baby were safely on a horse. “Get them to Winterfell, we will follow close by” Malakho nods and off they go.

“Why are they here?” I shrug and help my younger sister get on the horse.

“Grisill said we needed to leave to give father some privacy to deal with mothers and Joia’s death” I look up, giving her a smile.

“Stella this is Jon” I pointed towards him as she bows at him. “Jon this is my younger sister”

“Nice to meet you princess” He bows his head and at this time it was good to laugh a little.

“Let's go. The faster we get there the faster I get some answers” Jon nods, getting on his horse as I ride with Stella. The sun was beginning to show as we stepped foot inside the walls of Winterfell. I got off my horse and made sure Gemma was being taken well care of before I left to get Stella situated.

“When are we going back? I don’t like the cold” She goes into the bed and I cover her up so she doesn’t feel so cold.

“Soon. I don’t like the cold eitheir but give it a couple days and I am sure you will find something around here you will like”

“Seems like you did” I frown not knowing what she was talking about but once I saw her little smirk I got the hint.

“Oh shut up. You’re 13, you know nothing!” I laugh getting up from the bed. “No get some sleep, you will need it”