Original title: Winter
I know this scenario is highly unlikely, but I love Jon Snow’s character TO DEATH and I wrote this from the bottom of my heart so enjoy (and no, it’s not racy fan fic porn). Takes place during Season 2 Episode 1, a little bit after that scene where Jon and crew visit some guy’s wooden house. I tried to keep the “medieval” voice/writing style (which I love).
Her legs trembled in the cold
Alone, binding through the woods
She stood out from the harsh surroundings
A torn and tattered dress that had peasant written all over it,
Brown legs that seemed much too alien to originate from the area…
This was her, unnamed girl, wandering the cold without proper foot-coverings
She happened upon a strange place
Where she saw a boy—no, a young man—walking by
She quickly dove, avoiding all contact with that weird alien
He heard her sounds, became alarmed
Withdrawing his sword, the man of the snow surveyed his surroundings
Nothing there, nothing here
He wouldn’t let go of his slight fear, not that easily
She shifted through the snow, trying to escape
He spotted her behind the tree, quickly and surely
He was faster than she, throwing her to the ground and sticking his sword at her throat
It was then he realized, this unknown girl was but a child
He guessed she was three or four years below his ageyear
“Are you going to hurt me like all the others?” she asked through tears, “are you going to hurt me, paleman?”
He was taken aback, mirroring himself within her innocence
“I’m a Dragon! now stay away before—before I set you ablaze!” she shouted.
He chuckled, “you are not a Dragon.”
She backed away, still fearing this man, “yes I am!”
“Where is your tail, Dragon?”
She stammered, “it’s not that easy…”
Life, she meant, was not that easy
That’s how he interpreted her utterance of words
She was still shaken, her arms trembling in the cold snow
“Where is your family?” he asked, knowing better than to say such a thing.
“Dead,” she said without remorse, “dead like all the others.”
Having been through a heavy loss himself, he could see the sadness that plagued her eyes rather than her words.
“You’re from the wall, aren’t you?”
He expected that question, “yes, I am.”
“I knew you had to be. A man dressed like you with a shiny sword and clean skin is no wildling.”
She drew her legs closer to her chest and buried her face
The tears came faster than ever
Maybe she was sensing the sadness coming off this man?
He reached out to her, but quickly drew away
I shall take no wife
He must remember his vows
Suppress any and all feelings…
He didn’t want to feel anything for her
She was nothing
He must remain as-is, unchanged by human calling
“I wish this place never existed,” she said through tears, “what is it like in Westeros? Is there fresh water? A bed? Love?”
He wanted to answer, speak calmly to her, but he remained silent
For his own good
“I’ve never known love. Been through it too much to know what becomes of my heart if I fall for it.”
Stop talking, he said to himself
He wanted the madness to desist spilling from her mouth
Her words were a tragedy encased in ice
She looked up at him, tears staining her skin
She was as dark as the night
He had never seen such a girl; he never knew his opposite existed
“Are you good? Are you a nice person?”
Her questions sounded so accusing
“Yes,” he said, his heart hesitating
She covered her ears and closed her eyes tight, “Dragons aren’t meant to love. Dragons aren’t meant to love…” she kept whispering and quivering. She asked him, her voice as clear as water, “how do I know you aren’t lying?”
That was it
That broke him to pieces
He reached out to her and gently took her by the hand
I shall take no wife
He drew away, realizing his emotions were deceiving him
Just this once, shatter the rules
No one will pay witness to his actions
Dragons don’t love
She doesn’t know love; she chooses not to welcome it
He was different…slightly different
She wanted to stand up and walk away, but her legs were still
The cold snow began to immobilize her
“One last question, paleman,” her voice was still trembling, “do you know love?”
Jon Snow couldn’t find a right answer
which love was she referring to?
Is she talking about the comforting love of a family or the romance of lovers, if any?
He took her by the hand again, pushing away all thoughts
Shattering the vow for one moment, he embraced this girl with a short but sweet kiss
It was the only sweet thing she would be getting in this harsh cold
She felt a flurry of thoughts and her mind could not suppress them
Jon was on the path of letting himself go
He quickly straightened himself
He would never lay his lips on another girl, no matter how sorry he felt
Dismiss it! Ye shall take no wife
Ye shall feel no romance!
“I don’t know what I feel,” he said, breaking the silence
She touched her lips, trying to recreate the scene in her mind
Trying to relish that “kiss of life”
“Wh…what is your name?” she asked in a state of bewilderment.
“Jon Snow,” he replied, not seeing anything to be happy about.
She became alarmed when she spotted a giant boulder trotting towards them
When it came closer she saw it was another young man.
“Jon!” it called through exasperated huffs, “Jon!”
The unknown girl stood up, looking the fat human in the eyes.
“What is your business with Jon Snow?” she asked, her tone unrelenting.
“What?” the fat human was confused and annoyed, “who are you?”
“A dragon,” she replied, her tone unchanging. The color of her pupils shifted to a sickening red color that told many wordless tales.
Jon immediately stood, trying to not act surprised
“Where in the gods’ name have you been?” asked Samwell.
“I found this girl out here,” said Jon, he lowered his voice, “she’s alone.”
Samwell took a glance at her and said, “She is?”
“Yes,” Jon’s voice was now a whisper, “We cannot leave her out her,”
“Well…um…we can’t take her back,” said Samwell, his voice too a whisper.
Jon looked back at the girl, whom was twiddling with her fingers. He was at a loss for words and thoughts.
Take her with us, and they’ll suspect…they’ll know…I must not form an attachment to her.
Leave her out here; let her live like the Wildlings. The Wall is no better.
Jon was becoming conflicted with choices.
This was the harsh reality of winter.
There’s a bit of interracial love going on in this story. This is the first ever interracial love fan fic for Game of Thrones! Jon Snow with a black/African girl, I love my mind! And yes, I intended for the girl to be a Dragon shifter in case you didn’t catch that. Maybe, if I do another story with these two, I’ll link her with the Targaryens.
*My Jon Snow by AlexEnd2a: http://alexend2a.deviantart.com/art/My-Jon-Snow-245069133
*Jon Snow by AmiaEm: http://aniaem.deviantart.com/gallery/31319002#/d48mxtl