Jon was your lover, your best friend, your soulmate.. Everything. He was your whole world, and you were his. You were supporting eachother in every situation. Including wars. He hated when you were putting yourself in danger, but you wanted to be there for him.

Lately, Westeros was in danger. A big danger. The Night King was awake, the White Walkers passed the Wall.. And they were coming. Or, they had come.

After hours of fighting, the war was over, for now. It was the longest night of your life. Jon was worried sick. He was panicked, walking around, looking for you. And he felt his heart stop when he saw you, unconscious on the ground, your clothes soaked with blood.