The days had turned into months, and Jon couldn't be happier that (Y/n) had stayed with him. She had brought something to his life, and to the lives of all those around them. It was peace, a happiness, a purity of spirit that no one believed that they would experience again. There was an aura around the beautiful Targaryen, that seemed to attract people to her. And much to Jon's chagrin, most of those that were attracted, were men.

He had seen the looks in the eyes of Tyrion. In the eyes of Tormund, and many of the Free Folk. Even in the eyes of his own men. And despite himself, he couldn't help but hate it. He couldn't help but feel jealous.

He knew that (Y/n) had the right to a life that she had previously been refused. To a family that she had never been able to be part of before. To find love, and know love, that she had never experienced. But he knew that if she did find that love, then she may no longer be with him.

"I don't know how she does it." Tyrion chuckled, as he watched (Y/n) interact with some of the Free Folk. The little lion's words bringing Jon back to the present.

For some time now, Jon had been imagining what his life would have been like if (Y/n) had always been with him. If like her, he had always known what, and who he was. It wasn't that he hadn't been brought up as well as he could be. He loved his family. He would always be a northerner, and a Stark. But he couldn't help but think that his life would have been easier if Catelyn had known that he was Ned's nephew, rather than his bastard son. (Y/n) had told him over and over that there was little point in dwelling on what ifs. Ned had done what he had done, believing that it was the best for both of them. That if others had seen her, it could have meant death for both of them. And that what had gone before no longer mattered, because now they were together, and she would be with him for as long as he wanted.

"She's special. She just has a way about her. I wish I were more like her." Jon replied. Looking down at Tyrion as he began to laugh.

"You do know that she say's exactly the same thing. That she wishes she was more like you. She's grown a lot since she has been with you. And I hesitate to say it, but so have you. I know the death of Daenerys took a toll on you. Especially as it was by you hand. But since (Y/n) has been in your life, you've actually begun to smile. I can't say what (Y/n) was like before. But given what she has told me, I believe that (Y/n) probably hasn't smiled this much either." Tyrion said, as the two men continued to watch the beautiful woman. A sudden stiff breeze sending strands of her long platinum hair billowing into the sky like the clouds that were slowly floating over the great expanse of blue.

Jon stiffened as he saw one of the men come up to his sister. Helping the Targaryen to control her fluttering locks. The pair looking into one another's eyes as (Y/n) thanked him.

"Trust Ragor to be on hand to help. I swear to the gods that that man is her shadow. He is quite enamoured of (Y/n). In fact, Tormund has said that Ragor wishes to speak to you about making (Y/n) his." Tyrion told Jon. Jon stiffening a all the more, as he looked down at the little lion. The sudden realisation that someone wanted his sister, hitting him hard.

"I don't think that she is ready for that." Jon huffed. Doing his best to ignore the incredulous look from the little man.

"And when do you think that she will be ready for that? Your sister is not a child, she's a fully grown woman. You can't deny her a life, or love, Jon. She lost out on so much having to be hidden from the world. She lost out on a family, on you. On a husband and children. She now has a chance to have all that. And just because you are her brother, it doesn't give you the right to tell her that she can't have it. And anyway, you're lucky that Ragor is even looking to ask for your permission. If he was like any of the other Free Folk men, he would have already taken what he wanted, if (Y/n) wanted it too." Tyrion informed Jon. The white wolf knowing that Tyrion was right. But also knowing that he still didn't like the idea.

Jon had to admit that Ragor was a good man. He was strong and fearless. A large muscular man, even by Free Folk standards. And stood taller than most of those around him. Jon had to agree that there were worse men in and around the Wall that his sister might have been attracted to. But that still didn't mean that he liked it.

Jon's eyes widened as Ragor leant down and kissed (Y/n) on the cheek. The Lord Commander storming over to where the pair stood talking. Tyrion following behind Jon as quickly as he could. His brows furrowed in confusion as to what Jon was up to.

"Aegon!" (Y/n) exclaimed happily. Throwing her arms around Jon as he came up to the pair. Jon holding (Y/n) tight as he stared daggers at the bigger man, that was now stood behind his sister.

"Aegon. You know Ragor, don't you?" (Y/n) asked, as she moved from her brother to take the big man's arm. Ragor standing a little prouder as the dragon moved into his side.

"Yes. Yes, I know Ragor. If you will excuse us, I need to speak with (Y/n)." Jon replied slightly harshly, as he pulled (Y/n) from the bigger man's arms and escorted her back into Castle Black.

"Did I do something wrong?" Ragor asked Tyrion, as the two men watched (Y/n)'s pale hair disappear inside the castle walls.

"No. Its not you. I'll go talk to him." Tyrion reassured, as set off to speak to find out what Jon was thinking.

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"Is there something wrong, Aegon?" (Y/n) asked, as Jon pulled her into his rooms. Closing the door firmly behind him.

Jon wasn't sure why he had done what he had done. Wasn't sure why he had pulled his sister from Ragor's embrace. But as (Y/n) stood before him, Jon knew that he couldn't let her go. Even if she only moved to the Free Folk encampment, it seemed like a world away.

"What do you think of Ragor?" Jon asked, as he came to stand in front of (Y/n). His hands taking hers as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Well, I am very fond of him. He has asked if I would like to be with him. And.......and, well, I have said yes. He's a good man, Aegon. I know that he will make me happy. That he will care for me and protect me. Surly that is all a brother can ask of his sister's choice in a man." (Y/n) replied, as Jon made his way over to the fire. Warming his cold hands as he thought of what to say next.

"What if I said that I didn't think that Ragor was good enough for you. That I didn't want you with him. What would you say?" Jon asked, as he turned back to look at (Y/n). A fire growing in the Targaryen's eyes as she stared back at him.

"I would say that you are not our father. You are our uncle. And even as my brother, you have no right to decide whether or not the man I care for, is good enough. I love you Aegon. I always have. Even when I had never met you, I loved you. But I am not the soft delicate flower that everyone seems to think I am. I am a wolf, a dragon. I have done nothing but fight and hide all my life. I have lived like a ghost in the shadows, hoping that one day I could venture into the light. That one day I could be seen. And now that I can. Now that I am safe. I am not letting anyone, or anything hide me away again. I love you more than words can say, Aegon. But if you can't let me be happy, then maybe I will have to leave." (Y/n) retorted angrily. Jon seeing the passion of both their families in her eyes, as (Y/n) turned and left the room. Leaving Jon to wonder what he had done.