DONE! The She wolf, mother of the prince that was promised and the Knight of the laughing tree. I would sell my face to watch a GOT spin off featuring The
Tourney at Harrenhal and Robert’s Rebellion. More awesome ladies to come ;)
Imagine: Pretending to be a man and joining the Night’s Watch, eventually causing Jon Snow to fall for you.
A/N: This was supposed to be an entry for @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen’s Disney challenge, it’s a Game of Thrones and Mulan crossover, however, I was not able to submit it in time because life got in the way, I still wanted to finish and post it though. A lot of this is not going to follow the plot of Game of Thrones, for example I know that Cersei doesn’t have a cousin named William, but I did what I thought would fit the story. Anyways, ENJOY!
Warnings: This is a Game of Thrones imagine so there is some violence!
Y/B/N = Your Boy Name (as in the name you choose to use to disguise yourself)
Another braid, another flower, you sigh as your handmaiden styles your hair, “Please stop moving Lady Y/N.”
“Why is this necessary Mary, I don’t wish to please Lord William or his family, I don’t even wish to get married, so why must I get ready for them,” You groan, you were the fourth child of House Y/L/N, and your elder sisters were both happily married, you however, were not like them. You did not wish to marry a nobleman and live a peaceful life of royalty, you had always wanted to be a warrior like your older brother.
“Your mother and father wish for you to marry Lord William. This will be perfect for you mi’lady, he is the cousin of the Queen, you will live a wonderful life.”
“Father and mother do not want me to marry him to give me a better life Mary,” Mary pins down your last strand of hair, then sits to face you with a confused expression on her face, “They want my younger brother Edward to marry William’s sister, and the only way the Lannisters will agree to that is if I marry William.”
You turn away from Mary, and look at your reflection in the mirror, “You know that that’s the truth Mary, I’d never pass a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. I’ve always been the strange one, I’ve always been the daughter they wish they never had, and now’s their chance to send me away. If I were to show who I really am, I wou-I would break my family’s heart.”
“They love you very much mi’lady.”
“I’m not like my sisters Mary, I’m an imperfect girl, I can’t live a perfect life.”
“Y/N, mother is calling for you, the Lannisters are almost here!” Your sister called as she entered your chambers.
Mary urges you to get up, “We must go Lady Y/N, we do not want to upset your mother.”
Your family stood at the gates of your home, as the Lannisters approached. Your mother frantically looks around to find you, you rush down the stairs, praying to the Seven Gods to protect you from falling in your pathetic dress.
“There you are Y/N! Cover up those scratches on your arms!” You mother scolded, gesturing to the scrapes and scars on your arms from years of fighting, “And stand properly Y/N, you are a lady of the house Y/L/N for heaven’s sake!”
“Yes mother,” You sigh, pulling a shawl over your arms.
The Lannisters finally reach you, and one by one you greet each other. William approaches you and bows, he takes you hand and places a light kiss on it, “Greetings my lady. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you Lord William,” You respond, William is incredibly handsome, and any normal girl would feel insanely giddy if he greeted her in such a way, but you felt nothing.
The next few days go by, and you’re forced to spend time with William. It’s not entirely bad, he’s a very kind man, but you couldn’t be yourself around him. Your brother, Edward, on the other hand was really falling for William’s sister, so everyone was counting on you to impress William.
You were currently practicing your sword skills in the woods by the riverbed, hoping that no one would find you. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind, and in force of habit, you quickly turn on your heel and point you sword out, “Easy there!”
“Lord William! I-I…” You drop your sword, feeling at a loss for words.
“Lady Y/N,” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts, “I did not expect to see you like this, I-I didn’t realize how…vicious you were.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Well, I guess it’s okay for you play around like this sometimes.”
“Play around?” You asked, feeling slightly upset by his choice of words, “William, I’ve been training since I was a little girl! I’m not playing.”
He chuckles, “Training? What would you need to train for my lady?”
It’s now or never Y/N, just tell him, maybe he’ll understand, you know he likes you! You sigh, “I want to be a warrior William.”
“W-what?” He looks genuinely confused, “You can’t be serious Y/N?”
“LEAVE. I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY HOME AND NEVER RETURN!” You have never seen your mother so angry. William refused to marry you upon learning how you feel, and the Lannisters decided it would be best to leave. Edward was heartbroken, and the rest of your family refused to even look at you.
“Fine mother, I’ll go,” you spat venomously, “and I swear to you, I will never come back.”
You rush up to your room, and grab your knife. You stare at your tear stained face and slice off a strand of your hair, then another, and another, until all of it is shoulder length. You strip out of your horrendous dress and begin wrapping a long strip of cloth around your chest, hoping to make yourself look as flat as possible. You slip into your brother’s clothing and emotionally blackmail Mary into helping you escape.
You spend the next few days marching north, you finally reach the Wall and within the following week you have taken your vows and become an official member of the Night’s Watch. Your struggle, however, has not ended. Every night you go to bed relieved that no one discovered your secret, and every morning you wake up with the fear that today might be the day they find out.
You make your way out of the food hall, it was your first official day of training - up until now they were just trying to figure out what you were and were not good at - you were a good fighter, but apparently you weren’t good enough. You see the men gathered outside, you’re a few minutes late and from what you’ve heard, the trainer was not very lenient.
“And you must be Y/B/N, glad to see that you could join us,” He chided.
“I’m sorry,” You look down at your feet, he’s quite attractive…stop it Y/N!
“Since you clearly think you’re too good for this, take a sword and fight with me,” He throws the sword in your direction, and you catch it. The other men stare hungrily, waiting for the fight to begin.
He swings his sword at you and you duck away, you were good, but you’d never gotten into an actual fight like this. You hear a few men laugh, “Get him Snow!”
Snow? As in the Jon Snow, infamous bastard of Lord Eddard Stark? You heard rumors about him joining the watch, but you never thought you’d be fighting against him. He takes your moment of distraction, to punch you and throw you to the ground.
You sit up, coughing as you try to catch your breath, and you wipe a small trickle of blood off the side of your mouth.
“Pathetic,” Jon mutters, before deciding to continue with his usual lesson.
By the end of the day you were sore and completely out of breath, “Alright men, the last task of the day will be climbing. Everyone get your equipment and begin.”
You tilt your head up to see the top of the wall that you’ll be climbing, that thing must be nearly 100 metres high…bloody hell! You take your ice axe and strike the wall, it barely goes in, that would never hold. By the time you finally lodge your axe into the wall, most of the others are already at least 20 feet up. Determined to catch up to the others, you climb up and lodge your axe a bit higher. You’re about 10 feet off the ground when the axe comes loose. Before you know what’s happening, you go tumbling to the ground, you let out a feminine scream and groan when you hit the hard ground. As your vision refocuses, you see Jon standing above you, he gives his hand and the look on his face shows exactly how disappointed he is, “Get up.”
“I-I’m sorry! It slipped and…”
“Enough. You have no hope to become a Ranger, just leave Y/B/N.”
“But-” Before you can finish, Jon has already turned around and is dismissing the others.
No! No Y/N, you did not come all the way to Castle Black for this, you did not leave your family and future to become a steward! As everyone walks away, you march back towards the wall, take your equipment, and attempt to climb once again.
Night falls, and you are nearly at the top. A couple more feet Y/N, come on! Your body screams from exhaustion, but you continue. Finally, you reach the top. You sit on the edge of the wall and nearly cry from happiness.
The men who work the night shift circle the ground below you, and Jon walks over to speak to one of them.
“Snow!” You shout, “Am I still too pathetic to become a ranger?”
He stares up at you in shock for a moment before his face breaks into a charming smile, causing you to smile cheerfully as well.
“Men!” Jon calls everyone to attention, “A group of Wildlings have crossed over to our lands and are acting as a threat to our people. I will be leading a troop of Rangers to fight.”
You have only been training for a few weeks, and though you have become one of Jon’s favourites, you do not expect to be taken along on this trip, so when your name is called you’re taken aback but overjoyed at the same time.
The fight is in full force when you notice a Wildling sneaking up behind Jon with an axe in his hand. You rush forward and block the blow with your shield a second before it has a chance to hit him. Jon quickly turns towards you and shoots you a grateful look before continuing his fight.
Eventually, the fight ends. Most of the Wildlings are dead, and a few have fled. Jon walks over to you, “Y/B/N, what were you thinking jumping in front of that axe? You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my complete trust.”
You smile at him, but your moment of happiness is short-lived, “Y/B/N! Watch out!”
You spin around to see what’s happening, and you’re met with a dagger to your stomach. You cry out in pain, and fall to the ground. With a swift movement of his sword, Jon beheads the man that stabbed you, and he’s instantly by your side, “He’s wounded! Get help! Y/B/N, hold on.”
You are woken up by a dull pain to the side of your stomach, you look around and find yourself in some sort of tent. You see the shadow of two people talking outside, and suddenly Jon walks in. You get up, and your blanket slides off your shoulders, Jon’s eyes go wide, you look down only to realize that you are in nothing but bandages that are tightly wrapped around your chest and torso, showing off every curve of your body.
“Jon, please! I can explain!” He looks away in disgust.
Peter, a man who’s hated you from the moment you joined the Watch, bursts into the tent, “So it’s true!”
He pushes past Jon and takes your arm, roughly dragging you out of the tent, he throws you to the ground as the rest of the men surround you, “I knew there something wrong with you! A woman!”
“My name is Y/N!”
He scoffs, “A woman in the Night’s Watch! This is treason! You’ll surely take care of this, will you not Snow?”
Jon looks down at you in disappointment, he sighs and takes his sword out. You look away, at least you get to die as yourself Y/N. He draws his sword back and drops it by your knees. You look up at him in confusion, “A life for a life. Now my debt has been paid.”
He turns away from you, “Jon…”
“Move out men!” He calls before mounting his horse.
You watch as the men recede in the distance.
“What did you expect?” You ask yourself out loud, “They’d see that you could fight, and take you in with open arms? Jon was right… I’m pathetic.”
You make your way back to the wall as it was your only way back home, when you hear two men approaching, “If they only knew, that was just the smoke before the real fire starts up. Those bloody fools will never know what hit them. We distracted the Night’s Watch long enough to get our people into the surrounding villages, their land will be ours in no time!”
You stand in shock, this was a part of their plan! I have to warn the Watch! When you finally approach Castle Black, you are met with disapproving stares and whispers. You walk up to a close friend of yours but even he turns away, “Matthew please, I must speak with the commander, it’s urgent!”
“It’s best if you turn back, you are no longer welcome here,” He says, the betrayal he’s feeling is evident on his face.
“Please, just…just listen to me. Once. Matthew, I’ve been living here for weeks, you’ve become one of my closest friends, have I ever done anything to hurt you?” He stares at you in silence, “Just hear me out.”
“Fine, but this will be the last time.”
“The Wildlings have planned to raid our villages, the fight that took place earlier was only a distraction. I’m going to help, if you believe, then please, send help,” With that, you mount your horse and head off towards the nearest village.
As you approach the village, you see a man holding an axe to a young boy’s throat. You slyly approach him, and point your sword towards his back, “Drop your weapon or my sword will go right through you.”
He laughs, “You don’t want to fight me girl, stand down.”
“I said, let the boy go,” You hiss venomously.
“And I said no,” With one swift motion, you push your sword through the man’s back, he cries out and falls to his knees, “You filthy bitch!”
Ignoring his final words, you crouch down next to the fearful boy, “I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.”
“And we’re not going to let anyone hurt you either Y/N,” You turn your head to see Jon approaching on his horse, followed by Matthew and other men of the Watch.
“Jon, you came!” You smile.
He walks up to you and places his hand on your shoulder, “I was wrong to judge you Y/N. You are very brave for a woman.”
“Thank you,” You blush.
After you final fight in the village a year ago, you were sent back to your family. After hearing of your bravery, your eldest brother had decided to take you in, you trained and fought alongside him, and no one pressured you to marry anymore.
You woke up one morning and heard a familiar voice as you passed by the balcony. You looked down and so none other than Jon Snow talking to your brother. Blush crept up your neck as you ran down the staircase to greet him.
“Jon!” Jon and your brother turned to you with smiles, “What are you doing here.”
“As you probably heard, my father and brother, have been killed, I left the Watch and reclaimed Winterfell.”
“My brother has told me about how you bravely defeated Ramsay Bolton and his army, I meant, what are you doing here?” You ask, gesturing around yourself.
“I think it would be best if I told you Y/N,” Your brother answers, “Lord Snow has come here to ask for your hand in marriage.”
You blush harder and look down, Jon adds, “But your brother was telling me that you were not interested in marrying anyone.”
“I never said that!” You say defensively, “I just wanted to wait for the right man.”
Your brother chuckles, “So, are you saying that you would like to marry Lord Snow?”
“I-um-yes,” Despite the cool air around you, your face burns furiously. Your brother mutters something about how your mother would never believe the news, and rushes off, leaving you alone with Jon.
“It’s really nice to finally see you again Lady Y/N.”
Imagine being sad and your Uncles, Jaime and Tyrion Lannister, try to cheeer you up.
You didn’t know whether to be horrified or to laugh at your Uncles antics. For the most part you were pretty much used to your mother’s twin and dwarf brother acting this way when you were upset. But sometimes they took it just a little too far. Tonight, was one of those times. Not only were you in the company of your Mother and Father, the King of and Queen, but there were many Lords and their Ladies, Knights, and Entertainer there as well witnessing the act of your uncles trying to cheer you up.
“Dear Old and New Gods, make them stop.” you groan dropping your head into your hands, but deep down you were smiling from ear to ear that at least someone cared enough to try and make you happy.
IMAGINE: In which Lady (Y/N) Baratheon encounters Captain Jon Snow. through an unconventional way.
[gif is not mine. based on jack sparrow and elizabeth swan’s first meeting from potc. hope you like it.]
word count: 2.6 k+
The handmaiden tightened the straps of the corset, not minding (Y/N)’s gasps of pain and surprise. She could slowly feel her organs moving around inside of her body with each pull. “My gods,” she breathed out. “How long until you are finished?” She snapped at the woman behind her.
“Just a couple more, Your Highness.” One tug, another tug and a ribbon to finish it off. (Y/N) turned around to glare at her, the handmaiden bowed and left the room.
(Y/N) walked up to the mirror to admire herself. She ran her hands down the hard corset, scowling disdainfully at the frills that encompassed the waist area, she looked at her reflection frowned and scoffed. While the black and gold dress was beautiful, it was hell wearing it. Accompanying it was the heat. A Lady should not wear a dress that would put her health in danger, but of course everyone would complain if she wasn’t wearing the most beautiful thing. They could not expect anything less from a Princess.
A knock at her bedroom door was heard, (Y/N) turned, “Come in.”
Renly walked in, a small smirk on his face, “My, my, dear sister, don’t you look lovely.”
“I look like one of those cakes that Joffrey’s so fond off.” She gestured to the abnormal flare on her dress.
“Brother says that it’s the latest fashion.”
“Robert should stay in the vicinity of whores and wine,” (Y/N) spat. “Why do I even have to go to this?”
Really walked up to his sister, placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a pitying smile, “Because your betrothed is…well, I actually don’t know what he’s getting.” Renly frowned, trying to remember.
“A medal?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “He’s a coward and a fool, Lancel should not receive any sort of medal.”
Her brother laughed and linked his arms to hers, “You really should watch your tongue sister, sometimes people might think the worse of you.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. She knew what was said about her, she heard the whispers. “They already do.”
Renly looked at his sister, he knew that she was often the subject of frivolous gossip. Frowning, he decided to change the topic. “Did you hear? Stannis caught a pirate.”
She laughed, “Pirates are a legend. They died long ago.”
“No,” Renly shook his head. “A breathing, living one. Saw it myself. Stannis caught his own crew. Pirates said they knew the Starks.”
Jon looked around at the various ships that were docked on the harbour of King’s Landing. He knew that this was dangerous, but what can he do? His ship was towed, his crew was probably dead, he needed to find a way out and fast. He looked down at his clothes and frowned. It was going to be hard to be discreet in King’s Landing when wearing dark colours and obviously wearing pirate’s gear.
Jon looked at the stairs, there were no people, deciding that it was luck he quickly ran up the stairs. Maybe he could bribe, or kill someone for their clothes. As he ran, he made sure that no one was near him, if they were he decided to take a different route. He was too focused on not being noticed that he did not see (Y/N) and Renly in front of him.
“Watch where you’re going!” A woman’s voice yelled at him. Jon looked up and saw a small brunette glaring down at him. “You could have killed me.”
The man with the black hair beside her sighed, “(Y/N), stop being over dramatic. Sorry.” He held out his hand and Jon gracefully took it.
“Honestly,” the woman huffed. The woman -(Y/N) looked up and down at Jon. “Interesting choice in clothing. Are you with the circus?”
“(Y/N),” Renly warned.
“Renly,” she mocked as she looked at her brother.
“I do apologise for her,” Renly spoke. A chime was heard in the distance and he craned his head towards the east, “We must be going.” He spoke to his sister, then turned back to Jon. “Sorry to bump into you Ser…”
“Jon,” Jon replied not taking his eyes off (Y/N) who was still staring at him intently.
She knew that he was from out of town. The way he carried himself, the way he talked…the way he dressed. She smiled at him knowingly. He was a pirate.
“Sorry Ser Jon, we must be going but if we do see you at the Feast we owe you a favour.” Renly turned to (Y/N), “Let’s go.”
“Aye, aye,” she spoke those words knowing exactly that Jon would get them. (Y/N) winked at Jon as she passed him.
Jon looked on as the siblings walked past him. There was something extraordinary about that woman. He would have usually stopped and thought about it but he knew that time was the enemy here. He needed to get out of this place and fast.
(Y/N) struggled to breath, and to pay attention at the ceremony. These things were usually a bore, but with the combination of the dress from hell, the weather from hell and the person she abhorred was getting honoured was a nightmare.
“Are you okay?” Cersei whispered as she saw (Y/N) continuously fan herself.
She nodded meekly and began fanning herself again. She sighed in happiness when she saw the event ending. (Y/N) quickly got up and started walking towards the large archway that overlooked the ocean. She welcomed the breeze that came off the sea.
She watched as the waves crashed against the rock, the beauty and chaos that the sea brought. (Y/N) found peace and serenity as she watched the waves dance, she could see small ocean life if she looked hard enough. Her peace, however was broken when Lancel tapped on the shoulder.
“Lady Baratheon, if I may have a moment of your time?”
(Y/N) closed her eyes and hesitated in turning around, knowing if she did she would have to be forced in a mundane conversation which would either have her being bored to death, or wanting to slap him. Forcing a small smile on her face, she turned around and prepared herself for utter dullness.
“And where are you off to?” A man in armour spoke as he held the handle of his sword.
Jon looked at the man, he was younger than the lot that he passed. “Just having a lovely stroll.”
The guard narrowed his eyes, “Have a lovely stroll somewhere else.”
Jon pouted and looked around, “But it’s lovely here. Why can’t I?”
“You’re welcome too. I just don’t want you here.”
“Now, that isn’t very nice, is it?” Jon stepped around the man, focusing mainly on the man’s hand. One slip and that was all Jon needed. “I mean, if I’m allowed here why can’t I stroll here? I’m not doing any harm am I? I just want to take the beauty that is King’s Landing.” He knew what he was doing. Talking while walking towards the ship that he needed. “And I saw a lovely spectacle up there, loads of guards, so why aren’t you there?”
The man shifted, “They needed people to guard the ships.”
“Aye, they did,” Jon nodded. “Brave men, just like you. Did you volunteer because they really like that. Shows initiative.” Jon briefly looked behind him, one more step.
“I did,” the man spoke. “Father says that I should take whatever the King’s Guard gives me.”
Jon nodded pretending to care. “Your father is a wise man.” He quickly walked towards the wheel.
“I can’t let you do that! Stop that!” The man took his sword out of the hilt and began to prepare to strike.
“Just admiring the wheel,” Jon caressed it all the while giving a small smile.
“I don’t want to seem forward, but with everything that’s happening now. Getting the recognition I rightfully deserve,” at this (Y/N) tried to roll her eyes. “I’m only missing one thing.”
Lancel turned to (Y/N), “A marriage to the right woman.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened and fought the urge to vomit, “I’m sure you’ll find her.”
Lancel gave her a dry laugh, “It’s you.” He turned back around so he wasn’t facing her anymore. “Your brother and I have had talks, the same with my father. They all I agree that it would be great if our Houses tied once again.” He took a piece of fruit from the passing servant. “I do hope I’m not being forward.”
“I can’t breathe,” (Y/N) muttered to herself, fingering the corset. “I can’t breathe,” she spoke louder.
Lancel chuckled, “Well.”
The next thing (Y/N) knew she was falling down and suddenly being drenched in cold water.
Lancel turned around after hearing a splash. “Lady (Y/N)? Lady (Y/N)!” He rushed towards where he last saw her and looked down. All he could see were the remnants of something dropping.
He started removing his jacket, “Ser, no! The rocks!” Lancel stepped backwards in defeat.
“Is anybody going to help her?” Jon pointed to the woman who was now slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor. He turned to the man who was standstill. “Here, hold this,” passing his sword and removing his jacket he dived down and began swimming towards her.
As he got closer to the fallen woman, he could see the black and golden dress that he ran into before. It was (Y/N). He swam faster, as he reached her, Jon guided her into his arms. Once securely in his arms, he began swimming up. Finding it difficult he looked at the garment that she was wearing. Sighing -as best as he could while holding his breath-, he took his knife and cut through the middle. She was lighter now, thank the gods, and he began swimming upwards.
As Jon reached the shore, he was surrounded by men in noble clothes and guard uniforms, unsurprisingly enough they weren’t there for him.
“(Y/N)?” He recognised the man as Renly. “Jon?” Renly looked at his sister, “Why isn’t she moving?”
Jon leant down to (Y/N) and cut down her bodice once again. She began spluttering out the water that she inhaled and slowly opened her eyes. “Jon?” Before he knew it she was being yanked from his grasp by a blonde man. “Ouch, Lancel, I’m perfectly fine getting up by myself.”
“Get off her boy, before you harm her more,” an old blonde man who seemed to dominate the space spoke. “Are you okay?” He asked (Y/N) more gently. She nodded as he wrapped a garment around her.
“Who are you?” The young blonde man asked.
He looked at Jon’s clothes, “You’re no ordinary man. You’re a pirate.”
(Y/N) looked at Lancel then back to Jon. “Don’t be silly Lancel. He’s simply dressed for entertainment later on.”
“I’ve seen those clothes, those are the garb those pirates that were taken by your brother wore!” Lancel pointed at Jon’s clothes, and soon enough people started scrutinising him. Lancel drew his sword and pointed it at Jon.
(Y/N) stepped forward, placing herself between Jon and Lancel. “Surely you’re not going to kill the person who saved my life.” (Y/N) looked earnestly at Lancel, “Please. Spare him.”
Lancel narrowed his eyes, he held his stance for quite some time. “Alright. Lock him up.”
“Your Highness, with all respect, I’m doing the best of my abilities. He will be thrown in jail with his other cronies, he will be happy.”
Three men circled Jon, he knew when he was done for. He could easily take three men, but taking more than that? Even he had his limits. Jon heard the lock of the handcuffs and looked down despondently at his wrist. Looking at the scene in front of him, (Y/N) was just a few steps ahead, and he knew that the people right here deeply cared for her. Taking his chances, he stepped forward and circled (Y/N)’s neck with his handcuffs.
Gasps were heard around, the sound of swords being drawn were heard.
“Let her go!”
Jon tilted his head, “No, let’s see here. I want to go free or I’ll pop this pretty lady’s head off.” (Y/N) thrashed around, trying to get away from his but all he could do was tighten his grip. Jon moved along, people making space for him. “I’m not going to hurt you, just play along.” He whispered in her ear. He felt her stop moving and then began moving again. Jon pulled her closer, the chains tightening around her throat.
“If I stop fighting, then they’ll know something is amiss,” she whispered harshly.
“Oh.” Jon eased his grip on the chains. “Or maybe, I’ll take her with me. Take the great Lady Baratheon.” Jon moved backwards, careful of his stepping. Up the stairs he went, careful not to trip over, once he reached a cliff that overlooked the ocean he stopped moving. “Deal is, I let her go and you let me go.”
A tall man with a round waist and a crown on his head grumbled, “Fine.
“Pass her the keys,” Jon spoke.
A guard passed the key to (Y/N). “If you could love.” Jon jingled the chains. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes. Jon lifted his arms, allowing (Y/N) to step away from him. Once free he rubbed his wrists. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. Jon touched his lips to hers, allowing the fantasy that he wanted since he saw her come alive. He tightened his grip on her waist, she moaned quietly into his mouth. Jon regrettably pulled away, “That was for you love.” He winked at her. “Be seeing you.”
(Y/N) watched as Jon jumped off the cliff, as she heard the splash she touched the still tingling part of her lip.
“(Y/N) are you okay?” She heard Lancel’s voice in her ear and all she could do was nod.
“Quite an eventful day was it not Lady (Y/N)?” Sandor asked as he walked her to her chamber.
“Yes,” she nodded. “It certainly was.”
“Are you truly okay?”
(Y/N) smiled at her personal guard, “I truly am Sandor. Thank you.” Reaching up on her tip toes, she placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Good night.”
“Good night, my lady.”
As soon as (Y/N) entered her room she knew something was amiss. She looked at her open balcony door, frowning she opened the drawer on the table that was near the door quietly. Grabbing the small dagger, she hesitantly made her way to the balcony. From what she could see there was nothing, or no one there. Still, she made her way cautiously. Once on the balcony, she looked at all the possibly hiding places and found there was no one. The balcony was empty, except for one thing on top of the railings.
There was a small note flapping due to the wind and a small medallion. She picked up the letter and opened it. There were four words on the paper. Three words, the last three words he spoke to her and finally his name. She looked at the medallion in her hand. It was gold, a pirates skull etched on it. It was simple.
(Y/N) looked out to the harbor and smiled. She knew that she’ll see Jon again. Whether it be through good or bad circumstances, she couldn’t wait.