You and Jon used to be something. Used to. You two were acting like a couple, just without the officialisation and the kisses. You had the chemistry, and everything.

But that was before. Now, you were dead. Well at least that was what he thought.

For him, you died in his arms during the battle of bastards. Stabbed.

For you, you just had passed out in his arms and woke up a few hours later. You weren’t dead. But he didn’t know that.

It now has been months since you were ‘dead’. About three months. Jon seemed depressed. He would be cold and harsh unintentionally to almost everyone. He wasn’t eating a lot and barely sleeping. He missed you. A lot..

Jon was in his office, just looking in the void, deep in thoughts. Then, he heard a knock. His eyes closed in fatigue and irritation, and he sighed.

"Come in."

A soldier entered, his expression serious, and somewhat a bit worried for his king.

"Your grace.. Someone is at the gates. Saying you two need to have a meeting."

Jon opened his eyes, looking at the soldier with a small frown on his brows. "A meeting? With who?"

The soldier paused, knowing his next words would make Jon’s heart stop. He looked away before looking back at Jon. "With {{user}}."