Hi! This is going to be my first Jon/Ygritte fanfiction that has multiple chapterss. It is a highborn AU in which Ygritte is also highborn and her and Jon are betrothed. This came out of a roleplay I did with a friend online. It may be a little out of character, but that's why it's an AU. I hope you enjoy it! It is told in the viewpoints of both Jon and Ygritte.

Ygritte

I'm standing in my chamber with my mother and servants all around me. Each one messing with my hair, makeup, and dress. I groan and look at my mom "Is this really necessary?" Her mouth widens in shock

"It most certainly is. My dear, you are meeting the man you are going to marry. You have to look presentable for the part. Besides, I think Lord Jon isn't going to be able to take his eyes off of you."

I smirk at her. "Can we just go."

"Yes, let's meet your father downstairs." We leave the room and meet my father in the grand entrance. His eyes widen when he sees me. He comes up and kisses me on both cheeks.

"Oh my darling girl. You look so beautiful."

I try to smile "Thank you father."

We then leave the palace and gather into the carriage. The long four hour journey is nearly silent and seems to drag on.

Jon

I am standing outside our castle anxiously awaiting my betrothed. My father sees me shaking and pats me on the shoulder. "Relax, son. Lady Ygritte will be here soon."

"What if she doesn't like me?"

"Nonsense! She will like you. Your are a wonderful man. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

"I hope so."

"Now stand up straight. They are here." He sees them coming across the bridge. It seems like forever before they stop in front of us.

Ygritte

When we stop the valet opens the door and my parents exit. They greet Lord and Lady Stark with bows, curtsies, hugs, and handshakes. Then I exit. Lord Stark immediately comes up to me and takes one of my hands and kisses it.

"Lady Ygritte. You truly are a beauty. I believe you and my son, Jon, will get along beautifully."

I manage a cheesy smile. "Thank you, my lord. I believe so as well." Lord Stark brings over a young man of average height with black hair, brown eyes, and a nice body. He was quite handsome, though he looked nervous.

Jon

My heart pounds in my chest when Lady Ygritte's parents exit their carriage. While they greet my parents I wait patiently for the lady to make an appearance. Then she does. When she exits she stands next to her parents. My father goes to kiss her hand and talks to her, but I can't hear what they are saying. My eyes are too focused on her.

She was a few inches above average height for a woman. She had beautiful red hair and deep blue eyes. She was small and skinny, but also looked strong and curvy. He couldn't help his downward glance towards her chest. She was beautiful. Then his father tapped him on the shoulder and brought me in front of her. "Lady Ygritte this is my son, Jon." I take her outstretched hand and kiss it.

"It is very lovely to meet you" I say quietly. She smiles, but it looks fake.

"And you as well." She says then looks away. There are several moments of awkward silence between us. Then my father speaks.

"Jon, why don't you show Ygritte around the grounds?"

"Yes father." I say then take Ygritte's arm through mine, which she is clearly not happy about.

We walk along the front of the castle, relatively silent. I decide to speak up. "So can you see the mountains where you live?"

She looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Uh, no. It's too far away. Didn't you learn landmarks when you were a child?"

"Well, yes, but I never knew how far away they could be seen." She just looks at me. She looks around at all the groundskeepers and looked uneasy because we weren't alone.

"Can we go somewhere and talk? You know, where we can be alone?"

"Sure we can go to my chambers." I blush.

Ygritte

Jon takes me up to his bed chamber. It's rather large, but simply furnished. Much of the room's space is unused. He awkwardly sits on the bed, clearly not comfortable with us together. His face is beet red. "So, tell me about your adventurous lifestyle as a child."

I look at him thinking "how much do you already know about me?" It creeps me out. "How do you know about that?"

He stammers. "My...my father told me you were a lot like my sisters, intelligent and adventurous, I'd like to hear more about you."

"Why?" He looks at me like I've accused him of something.

"Well, maybe we should know more about each other. We are going to be married, I don't want us to hate each other."

"Most people who get married hate each other." I scoff.

"I know, but I think you're beautiful and I'd like if we actually had a happy life together."

I almost wanted to laugh at him. "How is that possible?"

"How is what possible?"

"Being happy."

"Being happy is very possible, as long as you have the right people in your life."

"Well, everyone in my life has given me reasons not to be happy." I want to slap myself for saying that. That was more personal than I meant it to be.

"Why would they do that? Being happy is such a great feeling."

"I guess my life was never happy." Damn it, he's trying to break me down.

"Well, this could be your chance. We could be happy together." This is feeling like too much. Then I grin as an idea comes into my head.

I walk slowly and sensually towards Jon. "I know one thing that could make us happy."

He blushes. "And what is that?" I straddle him and rotate my hips. He stutters. "I..I...I don't think we should"

"Why not?" I nibble on his neck.

"I... I haven't done anything like this before."

"So, that doesn't mean we shouldn't."

"I know, but I'm just not that comfortable."

"Why."

"I've never been this close with a girl before. I'm not used to it."

"Don't worry. You'll like it. It's nice and warm, and wet, and tight." I feel him harden beneath me.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Yes. I can tell you like it.

"What if I'm not good?"

"I can teach you."

He pauses for a long time while I tease him. Then his body tenses. "You're beautiful and all, but I really don't think we should."

I stop and pout at him. "Fine."

"But we should grow to like each other. That would make it much more special." I get off of him.

"Fine then." He touches my leg and looks into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'd love to, but I just don't think I'm ready."

"You will be."

"Yes I will, and I'll be all yours"

"And no one else's." I smirk and tap him on the nose with my finger.

He chuckles. "See, we could be happy."

I shrug my shoulders. "Perhaps."

"I guess that's better than a no."

"Yeah, can we get out of here?"

"Sure." He gets off the bed, helps me up, and we leave the room.

"You must really know nothing. Don't you?"

"Well, I know some things, but I can's say I know everything."

"Well, you're a boy whose never been with a girl. I know you want to considering how eager you were at first. Well, you're a pretty lad. You know how many girls wold claw each others' eyes out for naked time with you?"

He blushes and laughs. "I don't know that, but I do know you're the only one that's gonna have that time with me."

"That's because we're being told to. Have you ever gotten close with a girl at all?"

"No, I've never really been too social with girls. I've always focused on training."

I was shocked. "You can't tell me you've never even been near a whore?"

"Well, my brothers bought me time with one when I turned sixteen, but I couldn't go through with it."

"Why not? Did you not know where to put it?"

"I knew where to put it, I just couldn't do it."

"So, you couldn't get it up is that it?" He blushes. "Wow, you're a child."

"I'm a man. I just haven't been good with girls. I can barely talk to them."

"You know nothing. If you ever want to bone a girl, you can at least try to talk to them. It's not that hard. You're handsome." I start stroking his hair. "Just look at that hair."

He blushes even more. "Well, I'm talking to you aren't I?"

"Well, how come you can talk to me, but not to them?"

"There's something about you. Your beautiful red hair, your blue eyes, your cute accent. You're, I don't know, comforting."

I try to smile "Thanks, I guess."

"What's wrong? You don't like being complimented?"

"Just not really used to it."

"I don't understand how you couldn't be. You're beautiful, surely men must be begging for you to even look at them."

"Oh they are, but it doesn't mean anything. It's just all physical."

He chuckles. "Well, I'm a lucky man."

"Not quite yet, Stark. So what else is there to do around here?"

"There isn't too much."

"Isn't there a huge dinner later?"

"Yes in fact there is."

"Is that when your family asks me a bunch of questions?"

"Yes. Just so our parents get to know what we are like together."

"They've been discussing the terms for hours."

"It's a slow and tedious process. Maybe we should relax until we are called upon."

"Well, I hear you're rather good with a sword. Care to show me?"

"I'd love to. I'll take you to where I normally practice."

Jon

I have survived my first few hours with Ygritte. She has tried to seduce me and I resisted her, but there was a part of me that wanted to keep going. I have not known her for long, but I am starting to really like her. She makes me feel so comfortable, even though she's terrifying. We soon make it to my practice yard. I take her to a secluded clearing in the woods where I have several practice dummies set up. "I like to practice in the quiet. It helps me focus."

Ygritte looks around. "I like it. It's nice and private."

"Yeah, it's very peaceful." I unsheathe my sword. "This is my sword, Longclaw.

She looks at it. "Wow, it's beautiful."

"Yes, it's Valyrian steel."

"I've never seen Valyrian steel before."

"It's quite rare, would you like to hold it?"

Ygritte's eyes widen. "Can I?" She breathes.

"Of course you can. I trust you." At my words she looks taken aback. I hold the sword out with the handle facing her.

She takes it with both hands. "Wow. It's so light."

I smile. "You're a strong woman. Not many girls can hold swords as long as that one."

"Well, not all girls were taught to use one."

I was surprised. "You know how to use a sword?" She looked at me like I should have known that.

"Yes, where I live women are taught to fight. Even my mother, though she does not partake anymore."

"Wow, I'd love to see what you can do."

"I can do a decent amount. Though I've never used a bastard sword before, only a short sword."

"I could help you." I walk behind her and place my arms around her to guide her hands to help her get used to the weight and balance.

"It feels different." She comments.

"It's lighter and sharper than other swords."

"I love how it shimmers in the sun."

"Me too." I move the blade around and it reflects the sun.

"It's beautiful."

Nerves fill my stomach before I let out three risky words. "Just like you."

Ygritte chuckles "You flatter me."

"It's true. You're a beautiful woman." She gives a small smile and i kiss her cheek, which I feel it burn beneath my lips. "Did you like that?" She doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's hiding her feelings. I turn her around and look into her eyes. "You can tell me how you feel."

Ygritte looks down. "I don't know how." I lift her chin up with my finger and smile

"Just let your thoughts pour out."

"I... I liked it. No guy has kissed me on the cheek before."

"I figured it was more," I pause, "romantic and not straight forward."

"No, it was okay. Way to be initiative."

"Well, I like you and I think you're very beautiful, so I wanted to kiss you." She gives what appears to be a genuine smile. "You have a beautiful smile." She blushes.

"Uh, thank you." I smile and rub her cheek. She blushes more. I decide to be bold and I put my hand on her hip then, almost naturally, I lean in to kiss her. Our lips touch and she gasps, but kisses me back.

I then realize what I've just done and pull away. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have-" My sentence trails off.

"No, no, it's okay."

"Are you sure?" She nods. I then pull her to me and kiss her again. Her arm wraps around my neck and the kiss deepens. We pull away when breathing becomes necessary and press our foreheads together. After a few seconds she pulls her head away and grins.

"You're a pretty good kisser."

"Well, I must be a natural because I don't have much experience."

"Aye, you might be. Now will you show me what you can do with your sword?"

"Sure." I take my sword and twirl it around and do some tricks.

Ygritte gasps and hops back "Whoa, watch it." Her tone, annoyed. I can't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry, you're safe. I can't say the same for these guys." I move around swiftly, slicing the dummies until they are all cut open. When I'm done I look over to her.

"Wow." Which is all Ygritte seems to be able to say.

I chuckle. "What do you think?"

"I find a man who can handle a sword, especially the way you do, to be incredibly sexy."

"Oh do you now?" She nods. I walk towards her. "I find a woman who knows how to fight incredibly sexy."

Ygritte laughs. "How would you know? You barely know anything about girls."

"Well, I find you sexy, so I assume you're my type."

"Just because you find one girl sexy doesn't mean she's your type."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway because you will be the only girl for me."

"How do you know that?"

"I really like you. Plus, we're getting married. I thought that would be the right answer."

"Yeah, but even married people can have other people for them."

"I have a feeling I'm not going to need anyone else."

"You know nothing. There's no way of knowing that."

"It's just a feeling. I could be wrong." Ygritte shrugs her shoulders at my words. I walk over to her and kiss her softly. "I hope I'm not, though."

Ygritte smiled. "We should get going. We have to get ready for supper." I nod and sheathe my sword. We walk back to the castle together.

A/N: There's the first chapter. Let me know if you want more, because I have nearly 30,000 words to go through.