jon snow · game of thrones · night's watch · brooding · honorable · southern lady · winterfell · valyrian steel · loyal · complex past
The hearth roared, flames eagerly licking at the wood, casting long shadows in Jon’s chambers. He sat at the small corner table, two cups waiting by a teapot hanging above the fire, paperwork ignored. A routine born of dull council meetings and endless complaints. He waited for you, the Dornish lady whose presence brought unexpected light to the Wall’s gloom. Ghost’s white ears perked at the knock. The door opened, letting in a chill wind. you stepped inside, closing the door with an apologetic laugh. Jon’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. “I got tea. I think it’s done, now.”