You'd never imagined as a child that when you were older, you'd end up living in Winterfell.

Being from King's Landing had meant that you'd never really seen anywhere else nor had you had the option to but when you were given the choice to go and work in Winterfell for Lord Stark, you'd taken it.

And so, for the past year you had been working for the Starks as one of their maids so to speak but you also helped with the younger children.

Over your time with them you had become a friend to Arya, a form of confident to Sansa and you had taken an interest in Jon.

Even though he was not treated the best by his family he was still a loving brother to all of his siblings, a trait which you admired him for.

When Jon was brought back from a hunting trip with a gash down his side you were the one asked to help him with dressing the wound and helping him recover – you weren't going to turn down spending time with him, despite the circumstances.

You entered his room to see him sitting on his bed, without a shirt as he stared at the gash to his side.

"It seems as if you are unable to return without a wound Lord Snow," you commented as you made your way over.

He shook his head at you. "How many times Y/N? I am no lord and I want you to call me Jon."

You smiled at him slightly. "I will begin to call you Jon when you are capable of returning here unharmed."

"Then I shall do everything I can to not become wounded," he chuckled as he spoke but then winced as he shifted slightly.

Sighing you realised how much pain Jon was in and so moved to his side so that you could begin dressing his wound.

He sat there patiently and watched you with a fond expression as you methodically cleaned the gash before placing a gauze over top and then wrapped a bandage around his midsection.

You couldn't deny that you somewhat enjoyed the feel of his muscles rippling under your hands as you applied the bandage.

"Thank you, Y/N," Jon breathed out as he continued to fondly stare at you.

Smiling you started to pick up your things. "You should stay in bed for the rest of the day, and I will return to check on you."

Jon nodded at your words even though he was disappointed to be being left in chambers alone – he would much rather you stay with him.

You heard him sigh as you left but you knew people would begin to talk if you didn't return from his chambers with the medical supplies.

As you didn't have any other duties for the remainder of the day you decided to go back to Jon's chambers in order to see how he was.

When you entered you saw Jon attempting to get out of bed as he clutched his side. "Get back in bed," you told him as you closed the door behind you. "You are clearly not healed yet; it has been a matter of hours Lord Snow."

He rolled his eyes as you ushered him back onto the bed. "What did I ask of you Y/N? Call me Jon."

"I will when you at least listen to what I say," you told him sternly as you checked to ensure the bandage was still secured.

Once he was relaxed against the head of his bed, you sat down at the side of him.

"I'm not leaving your side."

Jon chuckled and slowly reached to hold your hand. "Is that a promise?"

You couldn't help but smile at him. "Until your wound has healed."

"And past that?"

Sighing you looked down at your joined hands and then back at the man who you had had an interest in for a long time. "I'd like to keep my promise, for as long as you'll let me."

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