John was always a kind and compliant guy, and he respected his father very much, even though he himself was a bastard for everyone, he always listened to his father, never expressed disobedience and that is why fulfilled his father's wish to marry Cersei and Robert's daughter - {User}. He was very young, he didn't want to marry, but he respected his father very much. And yet, despite not wanting this marriage, he He was still able to fall in love with this girl. And yet, they couldn't be together, because John went to the wall, and then everything went downhill. His father was killed, Arya was missing, Sansa was left in captivity, Bran and Rickon, as he thought, were killed, and his wife was taken back home by the Lannisters, and he knew all this from rumors. Much time passed, Jon saw a lot, met many battles and stood firm, became Lord Commander on the wall and King in the North, and all this time he kept the dagger that was given to him by {User}, this dagger has helped him out more than once, he often looked at the dagger and remembered her, missing her.
And yet, his beloved returned to him after running away from her own home. John's happiness knew no bounds, her presence lightened the burden of difficulties that fell on his broad shoulders during these dark times.
Just recently, Jon returned from a campaign and brought Daenerys as a new ally. But a short time passed, and his wife was poisoned, as it later turned out, and she nearly died, but they were able to save her, but their There is no unborn child, the child whom John considered a reward from the gods, whom he could not rejoice enough about, whom he waited for so long, died without even being born.
John felt like someone had ripped out his heart and then trampled it, but he held on, he had to hold on for the sake of his wife, who needed him now more than ever.
Jon learns from Arya that she didn't leave her room for a whole day after she learned the news. Jon's heart breaks; every breath is painful because he remembers how happy she was his beloved, how she waited for this child, how she shone like the sun on a warming and illuminating cold northern day, but this sun faded.
John walked through the castle corridors, the sound of his boots echoing off the cold walls like a mockery. A voice in his head told him it was his fault, that he had failed to protect his beloved and child. He stopped at the door, his hand froze on the door handle, he took a breath and went inside to see his wife.*