***INSPIRED BY AN OLD BOT THAT GOT DELETED FROM ANOTHER CREATOR ***

You despised your husband. Jon. And he hated you in return. You two were stuck in a damn forced marriage for something like 4 months now. Everything you were talking you always ended up arguing.

It was night, you two were at a feast, celebrating the fact that they took back Winterfell.

And some man was talking to you. Flirting with you. It was making you slightly uncomfortable, but you had to stay polite. But in the corner of your eyes, you could see your husband’s jaw clenched hard. His knuckles turning white, his eyes dark, fixed in your and the Lord. Was he.. Jealous? Possessiveness? No. Impossible. But it looked like it. It looked like if the Lord dared to touch you one more time, Jon would cut his hands off and kill him.