His Queen
Jon Snow x Reader
Warnings: murder, blood, witchcraft
Summary: As a last attempt to defeat Jon Snow, the Kings and Lords gather for a meeting, during the meeting an idea comes up in order to defeat Snow.
A/N: This story doesn't follow the story of the series/books.
“The King in the North has started to reach our borders. He is a threat to us.”
The Kings and Lords looked between one another.
"Jon Snow is nothing but a bastard. We can crush him easily." said one.
"I think you forget that the last party you sent to kill him, he easily defeated." replied another.
Everyone began to murmur between themselves when a Lord came up with the idea.
"Let us kill his wife. He holds her so near and dear if he was to lose her, he would surely crumble." everyone stayed quiet.
"His wife... is a witch. My men had seen her, while she is a beauty, she holds powers, powers not even a dragon could win against."
"I will send my men, my best, to kill her. We will come up with a plan which for sure will work. Witch or not."
"Didn't someone try to poison her before?" another King spoke up as a Lord nodded.
"Yes, she drank the poison and wasn't even phased by it. I'm telling you all, it is a bad idea to go after her."
But of course, no one listened.
Ten men were sent for Jon Snow's wife.
At the time they didn't know, but none would return.
---
Mornings like these were always your absolute favourites. With your husband still in bed next to you, you played with the ends of his hair.
You smiled to yourself as he moved just a little in his sleep.
Soon, Jon woke up as he moved to lay on his back, you moved to his chest as he let out a soft sigh. The fur now pooled around his waist as your hand ran up his chest.
"Good morning." you said with a soft voice, not quite ready to get up just yet.
"Morning, My Goddess." you smirked as his fingers began to roam your naked back.
He never opened his eyes as you just kept staring at him.
"Our Kingdom is growing, this will come with many enemies." you said.
"More than what we already have?" came his reply with a yawn.
"If they only knew that the King of the North is this lazy. It is almost mid-morning and you still refuse to wake."
"It is my wife's fault. She kept me up all night." you smiled as he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly his eyes filled with worry upon seeing your expression.
"The wind came with bad news, people are brewing a plan against you."
"You and your powers, My Love... what is the worry this time? A coupe? To kill me? A trap for my armies?"
"Men had been sent to kill me. I can deal with them, once know who they are. Please, Jon, much like before, we act as we don't know."
"Of course," he nodded. "As always, oblivious. Do you know how many?" you shook your head, no.
"I hope, I pray to the Goddess that one day we won't face such dangers. That our children won't have to grow up in fear." you said as Jon sat up, you followed suit, holding the fur to your chest.
He smiled.
"You always speak of children, I like it when you do that. It gives me hope, a reason to fight for a future."
You smiled right back before kissing him.
Oh, yes, mornings like these were your favourites.
---
Staying away from Jon was something you didn't really like to do.
You prefer to stay with him at all times but you understood that he had duties and so did you.
You looked after the young wolves and cared for the pups who were left without a mother after the war.
The feeling of dread didn't leave you.
Ever since you woke up, you had this feeling, and you knew better than to ignore your instincts.
Your life was in danger as always but now, you won't be merciful.
Last time, it was during your wedding when they tried to poison you. You drank the wine without a problem but the taste of iron never left your mouth. You chose not to speak, Jon only was told years after.
You decided not to tell him because you feared his reaction.
But now, after the wars, after the many lost lives, you were ready for anything.
Their first try came while you were taking your daily bath. One dared to barge in with a sword, trying to kill you. But the man's fate wasn't fortunate.
When Jon heard the news that you have been attacked he was furious. But the scene he saw when he entered the bath wasn't what he expected.
The man now laid, with his head by his lifeless body, his blood filled the bath which you still occupied.
"I'm almost done." you said with the calmest tone Jon had ever heard.
There was something about you, in a bath of blood that just turned Jon on beyond belief. He had seen you covered in blood before, but somehow, this was different.
That night as you two got ready for bed and he finally joined you, you just said "There are more of them." which made Jon nod, he knew you would take care of yourself, but he will also have to look out for himself.
The second and the third man wanted to take no chances. One watched by the door while the other ran into the library to kill you.
But when everything inside went quiet the other man also emerged from the door and was met with the same fate.
Both dead, surrounded by symbols drawn with their own blood. It scared the servants, even some knights found themselves to be scared by the drawings.
But not Jon, never Jon.
He simply entered the room and kiss you on the lips.
Seven men were left. All of which decided to catch you at night. First, they found out that the King was occupied and they all hurried to your chambers.
But instead of meeting with a sleeping Queen, you have been waiting for them. The door locked behind them and only their screams were heard in the night.
No one dared to approach the chambers. No one dared to open the door.
Jon arrived again, seeing the blood seeping out from behind the door, he opened it and saw a scene that almost made him throw up.
All bodies were kneeling around you in a circle. Kneeling, holding their own heads in their hands as you sat in the middle of them, he wasn't sure if you were praying.
"Darling?" he asked, knowing better than to cross any lines. Knowing the powers you were often playing with.
You looked at him, familiar eyes staring at him as he knelt down to your eye level.
"Let's go to bed in another room." he suggested and you agreed.
Of course, your loving husband avenged the attacks against you.
In his eyes, no matter if you were never injured, he saw these attacks as an attack on him, because they were.
And Jon never took lightly to harm against you. He would never stop at anything when it came to you. Even if he wasn't king.
Jon Snow would never let anyone take you from him, you were his.
His Love.
His Wife.
His Queen.
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