A/N- This imagine is based on the song I Want It All by Queen. It cuts off a little suddenly as I realised I had been neglecting this book quite a lot lately and wanted to get a quick bit of content out for you all. I hope you all enjoy it.
You had first met Jon Snow, and the rest of his family, at Dragonstone. Davos had been kind enough to introduce you to his king, and you had been left somewhat breathless when you had first set eyes on the King in the North. Your brother had been quick to break the one rule you had been set.
"It's Gendry, Your Grace." He had started so confidently, "I'm Robert Baratheon's son..." he paused for a moment, "bastard son."
Jon looked shocked as he glanced over at Davos, and finally the laughter burst out of you, drawing his attention in your direction. "Begging your pardon, Your Grace." You uttered softly, still attempting to control your giggles.
"And this is his sister, Y/N." Davos frowned as he looked between the two of you. "They were supposed to keep that information to themselves."
You had managed to calm yourself as he spoke, "well, our father's trusted each other," you started, "why shouldn't we?"
"I saw your father once, at Winterfell," Jon told you, smiling sweetly at you both.
"I met your father," Gendry responded quickly, "at my shop."
"You're a lot leaner," the words caused you to smile.
"You're a lot shorter." The snort that escaped you was possibly one of the least ladylike sounds you had ever made. Jon's brows knitted together for a second, and then he was laughing with you. "Ser Davos told me where you're going your grace, and why," Gendry started softly, " let me come with you."
"Gendry," you bit out, "what are you doing?"
"Your not a soldier," Davos began.
"No, but I'm a fighter," he paused for a moment, "and he won't be needing a smith with a sword like that."
You frowned, resting your hand on your brother's arm. "Then what of me? If something were to happen to you-"
"Nothing will happen," he answered you softly, pulling his arm out of your grip.
"Do you know how to swing a sword?" You shot Jon a small glare.
"No."
Jon sighed, "that'd be a problem."
"I prefer a hammer."
You felt your heart tighten for a moment, looking between the three men.
"He can handle himself."
"Ser Davos," you scolded quickly, "don't encourage him."
Jon frowned as he looked at you, contemplating his next words very carefully. "We could use the help."
"My father used to say, better to be a coward for a minute than dead for the rest of your life," Davos started again.
"He sounds like a smart man," you uttered, taking Gendry's hand in yours. "Please, listen to him."
"If what they say is out there is true, I can't wait out this war, Y/N." You frowned, shaking your head. You finally released his hand and stalked out of the cave, followed closely by Ser Davos.
*Time Skip*
You were stood on the beach, watching as the men loaded up their boats, ready to transfer over onto the ship that stood off of the coast. It was all very busy, and you could feel your frown growing deeper as you watched them getting closer to their departure. It was a suicide mission, there was no doubt in your mind, and your brother was stupid enough to follow them into it.
You smiled when you felt Ser Davos touch your shoulder, smiling sweetly at you.
"Lord Tyrion has promised to keep you safe from harm whilst we are gone," he told you, "we can meet you again in King's Landing."
You released a dark chuckle. "So I will not know whether my brother is alive until then?"
"Jon will keep him safe, to the best of his abilities."
"Tell me, Ser Davos, how many men have ventured North of the wall and returned home safely?"
Ser Davos shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure," he paused for a moment, "but I know Jon Snow has." Davos looked at you frowning. "He will do all he can to make sure Gendry comes back to you."
You nodded and forced a smile onto your lips. "Yes-" you took a deep breath, "-well he better, Gendry's all I have left."
Davos gave a short nod and sent you a small smile before he made his way over to the boats. As he reached them, the men glanced in your direction. You lifted your hand, keeping the faux smile fixed on your lips as you waved at them.
*Time Skip*
You hadn't seen any of them again until you were making your way to the dragon pits. You had caused a commotion as you shoved past a handful of guards to reach Gendry, and quickly wrapped him in your arms, burrowing close into his side for comfort.
"You're alive."
Gendry nodded, a small smirk finding it's way onto his lips. "It appears that way, yes."
You gave his shoulder a hard shove, causing him to let out a short bark of laughter. "I hate you."
"No, you don't." You finally smiled, giving him another hug before moving to catch up with the rest of the travelling party. "You know, Jon was asking me about you?"
You snorted. "And what was it he wanted to know?"
"Nothing in particular, just about you..." Gendry paused for a moment, "he was asking about our childhood, a lot."
"What did you tell him?"
"That you are a right royal pain in my arse." You shoved Gendry again, attempting to hold back the laughter that you so desperately wanted to release. "I told him that you are a kind, caring young woman who would give anything to see the world become a better place. And, I told him about how you cared for our mother when she was ill. Is that better?"
You smiled, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Much."
"Good, because he seems quite taken with you."
"He's met me once, I highly doubt he's taken with me," you uttered softly, shaking your head at your brother. "You must have misunderstood."
"I am a lot smarter than you ever give me credit for."
"No," you started softly, "you just give yourself far too much credit."
You stepped out into the dragon pits and were left speechless for a moment. This sight of pure, untouched destruction had been so close to you for your entire childhood and you had been none the wiser.
"Y/N," Jon had started, startling you out of your thoughts as you stared around at the haphazard stacks of stone that made up the walls of the enclosure.
"Your Grace," you answered softly, offering him a small smile as he approached you.
"I'm glad to see you looking so well," he continued, pausing as he glanced back towards where the canopies had been set up. "I have to admit, I'm curious to see where you'll be sitting this afternoon."
Your smile faltered for a moment as you watched him. "I'll be sitting wherever my brother is sitting. I was under the impression that he stands with you, Your Grace."
Jon hummed in agreement. "He does. But he has made me very aware of the fact that you have a mind of your own."
A small snort of laughter escaped you. "I guess that's one way you could word it." You shook your head as you smiled. "I have never been able to fully grasp the concept of following the path set out for me by others, Your Grace. It's my understanding that you would agree with me."
"I do."
"Good. I wouldn't want a King who was only doing what others thought was right." You gave him a final smile before making your way over to canopy and taking a seat beside Gendry. Jon took a deep breath, watching as you smiled at your brother with such kindness that it lifted his heart.
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