There were first times for everything, right?

You were the first Woman to ever join the Night's Watch, and this was because of your father. Your father was the Lord Commander, Jeor Mormont. You had to be there, of course. Your brother was in Essos doing god knows what and your father didn't deem you capable of taking care of the Mormont house. So, you came with him.

There were rules in place for you, of course. No man was ever allowed to touch you. And if they did, they'd be hung. Most of the men there knew this rule and of course, did not want to be hung, so they let you be.

Because of these rules, however, you were not close to anyone. Most of them made sure to steer away from you entirely, terrifying of the repercussions.

Except Jon.

Jon could see how lonely you were. You were practically exiled from everyone else, and he felt bad. He knew what it was like to not have people like him, he was a bastard after all. He experienced the same exact things for eighteen years, which led him to join the Night's Watch.

So, he decided to become friends with you. And you were the kindest, sweetest person he had ever met. You didn't care he was a bastard, not at all. He could tell you greatly valued his friendship and time. But, the issue for him was he started to fall deeply and completely in love with you. And lucky for him, you felt exactly the same.

But you both knew it was wrong. You both knew he could be hung if he dared to touch you. He wanted you, and you him. But, you knew it was too big of a risk. So, you kept your distance. you kept your relationship strictly platonic, not daring to fall for his pretty hair and handsome smile.

But you couldn't hold back anymore. One night, the two of you were simply chatting about the others and the next- you were on each other like wolves. He picked you up and took you to his chambers before he pulled back from you and spoke.

"I- I don't- I- I've- never done this before."

And for the first time, you see John Snow scared. Scared of you.