A Wonder By The Seven (Wonder Woman x Game of Thrones Crossover) [ON HOLD]

ELEVEN

"YOU'RE leaving?" Jon inquired, gently dancing in his grave voice. Taking a shaky breath, Diana turned her entire body to face the Bastard. Her satchel already packed with supplies for her voyage beyond the Wall.

"Yes" She responded, almost hesitantly.

Jon's frown could not have been more visible, you'd think that with the great recent event; being hailed King in the North by all the northern lords, nothing would have soured his mood. But the news of the Amazonian Princess leaving on a suicide mission, no matter how strong she was, distressed him beyond his understanding.

"But you made me promise to take you." He said, maybe if she could stay a while longer, he could convince her not to go, he thought.

Diana sent him a sweet smile, slowly approaching him. "You're King in the North now. I don't expect you to leave your people and your home for me."

She knew that Jon would make a fair ruler to his people, after all, he was an example of how the Father created mankind in his image.

Rickon had set aside his claim to the north during the gathering of the northern lords, surprising them all. And Lyanna Mormont declared that despite being a bastard, Jon was more fit to lead them.

"I have to uphold the word that I gave you." The onyx eyed male stated, if she was that determined to go, he would gladly take her.

With a shake of her head, Diana reached her hand for his arm, squeezing it for assurance. "No, you don't. I release you from it."

He still seemed reluctant to let her go off on her own, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. "You're finally home now, you have your siblings by your side to protect, and you have more responsibilities than you can count as king from now on. It's alright, really." She hummed.

Seemingly shaking off the dreary feeling, his expression slightly softened, and as it did, her hand parted from Jon's. And he immediately felt empty at the loss of contact.

"Who will escort you then?"

She licked her rosy lips, an action not missed by the northern King, his eyes darting from her lips to her brilliant honey colored irises.

"Tormund said he will lead me as far as he could." 

A scoff escaped from Jon's lips, one that he couldn't help. Tormund couldn't stop rambling about the warrior beauty's strength for days, the ginger's blue eyes often following after her wherever she went.

"I'm sure he has." The jealousy in his tone was evident, but apparently not to Diana, which he was grateful for.

A few seconds passed, the King in the North anxiously changed his posture, supposedly to gather courage for what he was to say.

"Don't go." He weakly pleaded, his eyes hopeful.

Confliction married Diana’s features, her eyelids shut for a fraction of a second so she would recollect herself. "I must" She voiced out, she had a mission to complete, lives to save.

"I have to finish what my people started."

Jon's nostrils flared up, teeth clenched, he grew agitated at her way of stubborn discipline of thinking and acting, she obviously paid no mind whether she lived afterwards or not.

"What if you're wrong?"

At his inquiry, Diana’s eyes narrowed at his figure, after everything they'd been throug. He still doubted her?