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“My king”, you said as Jon entered. He had been away for some time, doing the gods only knew what.
You loved him. You always had. Ever since you had been children, you had been friends and now, you were happy to call him your husband.
Whenever there had been a feast at Winterfell, he had been assigned to stay out of the way and you, the child of nothing more than a handmaiden, hadn’t been too welcome in the big hall either. That’s how you had met. Jon had trained outside by himself and you had watched from afar. He had intrigued you. The boy with the black curls hadn’t noticed you lurking in the shadows at first, but then he had noticed those beautiful Y/E/C eyes. They had reminded him of jewels.
Now, you were far more than just a crowing jewel to him. No, you were his support, his rock. He loved you more than words could express. No language could ever describe your love for each other.
“Oh, stop it”, he said and closed the door behind him.
You smiled at him and then went back to writing your letter.
“What are you doing?”
You hummed to yourself. “Nothing, just writing”, you said innocently.
“My love, doing nothing? That doesn’t sound right!” He walked over to your desk and looked over your shoulder.
“No peeking!”
He laughed and kissed your cheek, making you flush. After all those years, he still had that effect on you.
“I am King in the North, I can do whatever I want.”
You shook your head at your husband. “Not in this room, you can’t! How many times do I have to tell you that inside these walls, you are at my mercy”, you said sweetly and rose to your feet.
You pulled him close, your fingers digging into his warm skin.
Your faces were so close, your noses were touching. Inch by inch, you closed the distance between you. Inch by inch, you took in his smell of snow, pine cones and crushed leaves. Inch by inch, your lips got closer to his.
You kissed him lovingly and he brought one large hand to your face, cupping your cheek. The other hand he let sit on the small of your back.
Suddenly, the hand on your back was gone and you could feel his focus shifting away from you. You opened your eyes just to see him looking at something behind you.
Your sneaky husband had reached behind you and grabbed your letter.
He was holding it next to your head and even worse, he was reading it.
You were about to protest, when you saw him give you the loveliest smile. A smile, you knew, only belonged to you.
“I love you”, he said and kissed you deeply. “That is the sweetest letter anyone has ever written”, he breathed in and for a second, you thought he would cry.
You had written him a letter about how much you loved him. He had told you a couple of days ago that he might have to travel south soon. You had wanted to let him know how much you loved him and that whatever he did, you would be there to show your support and just be there for him.
So, you had decided on writing him a love letter that he could keep with him and read whenever he felt lonely or whenever he missed you.
You would sure as seven hells miss him.
“I love you, too”, you said and kissed him again.