168A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm back again and still alive! I hope you, your friends, and fnamily are doing well in these difficult times. Speaking of difficult times...it pains me to recall that a year ago one of the greatest shows ever know took a massive shit all over us, and shit on two of the greatest characters we've ever known. Yes last year was the end of Game Of Thrones and Dickwaffle & Dumbfuck shafted my Kepa Jon and made my Muna Daenerys seem insanely "mad"...and for me the wounds may have healed over the year but they still feel rather fresh.
That said...Game Of Thrones never really ended did it? No in fact it's STILL going strong today through the CREATIVE minds and imaginations of me and my fellow GOT fanfic authors, and also through YOU! Yes YOU, the reader, the fan etc etc. Obviously ASOIAF isn't over as George is STILL working on Winds Of Winter...Gods only know when we'll see that in print, sometime before you kick the bucket George PLEASE?
I timed this update to fall on the anniversary of the "finale" of Game Of Thrones and I hope it'll help you forget that terrible "finale" we got.
The marriage that was promised! And a VERY big question that I know many of you have been asking...will finally be answered ;D
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Chapter 14: This World Can't Tear Us Apart
'In arms we'll turn away from their ways, we'll live like no other. Together we're hope, absolute; the only thing that matters.' -Trivium/The Crusade
The door to the Lord's chambers swung violently open as Jon stormed inside, surprisingly the room that was once Ned's Starks was untouched from the battle with the dead. Jon spotted a chest in the corner of the room and proceeded to go through its contents; it was filled with garments and a few cloaks that once belonged to his father Ned and he was hoping to find something decently suitable for a wedding.
Sadly he wasn't able to escape what annoyed him as Sansa followed him in still protesting his actions, behavior, and of course Daenerys.
"How could you?! How could you let her do all of that?!" Sansa exclaimed.
He spun around at her "You're lucky I didn't do the same to you! Even after everything you've done!"
Sansa looked aghast "What I've done?! Everything I've done has been for the-"
Jon stared her down as a fire burned in his gut "No! NO! You didn't do it for the North NOR did you do it for our family!"
She scoffed "What does it matter to you? You're not a Stark!"
Jon ignored that old insult "The only one here who has dishonored the Stark name is you! I look at you I don't see someone I once thought I could call my sister; no what I see is someone who's more akin to Cersei, Littlefinger, or your accursed mother!"
Sansa looked stunned and began to scream back at him "How dare you say such things! How dare you speak to me in such a way! I am the Lady of Winterfell so I'd watch how you speak to me Targaryen!"
Jon cocked his head "Really? Is that a threat Sansa? All of this nonsense just so you could have power, Joffery cast you aside for another and since you couldn't be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms you set your sights at wanting to be the Queen of the North."
He sighed and shook his head as the fire turned into an inferno, nothing would be held back "I should have realized it when you were so willing to sacrifice Rickon, and hid the fact that the Knights of the Vale would ride to our aid. If you had told me about them I could have made other plans to save Rickon but you said nothing. In keeping this information to yourself you not only killed Rickon but you killed thousands of Northmen! Loyal men who fought for honor and for the name Stark even with all the odds against them; and they're all dead. Men who would still be alive had you simply shared with me that a massive force of armed troops were on their way to help us!"
Sansa gaped and began to stutter "I-I…w-what?! Why w-would I-"
He gave her no room to defend herself, not that she much to defend herself with "Those men along with Wun Wun could have helped us defend Winterfell against the dead! But you didn't care; you didn't care about the men or our baby brother they were just little pawns for you to use so you could sweep in with the Knights of the Vale at the last moment and for the Northern Lords to sing you praise, isn't it Sansa?"
He stepped towards her "But you weren't counting on me fighting through and surviving the battle, aye I almost died but by the grace of the Gods I didn't.
She was about to respond but again he gave her no chance as he cocked his head "I'm sure you were rather displeased when they chose me a 'bastard' as their King over you a trueborn daughter and a Stark, or should I say Bolton?"
She flinched at that name but Jon didn't let up "But you seem to forget that I am a Stark! Maybe not in name but I am in blood because of my mother Lyanna! Not the bastard you and your mother loved to put down like they were beneath you both!"
A moment of silence followed before Sansa snapped and screamed at him "You should be THANKING me for pointing out that Daenerys wasn't the rightful ruler of the kingdoms! Instead of thanking me you blame me! All Daenerys wants from you is to warm her bed at night until she grows tired of you and finds another! I'm starting to think all men only think with their cocks and nothing else! Even worse, like the Targaryen you are you went and fucked your whorring aunt you disgusting bastard!"
*SMACK*
Jon was always told to never strike a woman, but Sansa crossed way too many lines and he was feeling fresh out of honor. Sansa touched her cheek lightly but the pain was still stinging, horrified that Jon of all people would do such a thing. She hesitantly turned to look at him but immediately found herself cowering like a scared little girl; Jon was always shorter than she was but right then and there was towering over her and it made her feel so small and insignificant.
Jon was seething with boiling rage "How DARE you speak about what Dany and I mean to each other in such a disrespectful and degrading manner!"
He scowled at her and Sansa couldn't look away, she tried but she just couldn't tear away from his gaze. What terrified her more was it almost looked like her father was staring her down as if he was disgusted by her behavior; her chest heaved and tears gathered in her eyes as she began to break down.
"P-p-please Jon! I-I-I'm sorry! Forgive me please!" she sputtered.
Jon burst out a laugh "HA! Forgive you?! For breaking the oath you swore to me? For sowing the seeds of conflict among allies, heaping scorn upon a woman who lost and sacrificed so much for you, until you achieved chaos?"
He grabbed her by the collar and yanked her off the floor "Father took my secret to his grave. I endured years of abuse from your Lady mother because of it. I wanted to absolve father in your memory and lay that secret to rest, but instead you caused innocent people to suffer far worse than me."
He cocked his head "It's peculiar that you would so casually break a sacred oath before the Weirwood. Walder Frey once broke a sacred oath, and our family was massacred as guest under his roof. I expected better from you, Arya or Bran can tell you the ending to Walder Frey's story. Or I could tell you what I did to oathbreakers as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch; very peculiar indeed that you chose to cross me."
He saw the fear in her eyes "So forgive you?" He let the question hang before shrugging his shoulders "Sure, I'll forgive you. But I will NEVER forget what happened here. You should know better than anyone that the North remembers."
He pulled her closer so they were literally face to face mere inches apart as his eyes bored into hers "A dragon NEVER forgets and if I find out you're still scheming and manipulating, I WILL melt Winterfell to the ground and there will be NO God; old, new, burning, dead, or drowned that will save you from me."
With that he let her go and turned to make his way out of the room, he had had enough and wanted to be preparing for his wedding.
Sansa spoke up, but her voice was weak and timid "Father always said the lone wolf dies but the pack survives….Jon please…don't break up the pack."
Jon stopped just before the still open door, he turned and looked at her with indifference "You know I've thought about that saying a lot lately, and you've got it all wrong. The lone wolf who's always out for themselves is the one who hurts the pack; you are the lone wolf, and yet the pack is stronger than you think."
It was a punch to the gut for Sansa, but she didn't expect what Jon said next to hurt even worse.
"You are no sister of mine; you're not even worth calling a cousin." Jon declared coldly and with that he simply turned his back to her and left the room.
Completely shocked and on the verge of a breakdown Sansa began to shuffle forward in an attempt to go after him, however she froze in place when Arya stepped in the doorway.
With tears in her eyes and a face twisted in anger, Arya shook her head "How could you? How COULD you Sansa!?"
Bran absentmindedly stirred the hot coals in the fireplace when there was a knock on the door, but he already knew who it was.
"It's open, you can come in Meera."
Slowly the door opened and Meera crept in, she was unsure of him and that was understandable. Bran turned to her slowly and gave her a warm smile; she only eyed him curiously.
"You've changed…again." Meera said softly.
Bran nodded "Aye I'm feeling more like 'me' again."
Meera remained silent but Bran continued "The last time we saw each other, I wasn't myself and I know that."
The memory riled her anger, but Bran looked her straight in the eyes "I can NEVER forget what your brother and Hodor did for me, for what you did for me as well; I wouldn't be here without you Meera and I'm sorry I didn't express that."
Her mouth dropped, she wasn't expecting this from him "So…it really is you Bran?"
Bran smiled "It took some time and some fight but yes, in a way I'm still the Three Eyed Raven but I'm more Bran Stark than before."
He saw the look of confusion on her face; gesturing to the chair next to him she took a seat and did his best to explain.
"I can't recall when I noticed it, but I realized that the Night King had been seeping his magic into the previous Three Eyed Raven Brynden Rivers, when I took that mantel the Night King tried to force his magic into me as well."
He rolled back a sleeve exposing his wrist; Meera knew what he was trying to show her.
"When he grabbed you and marked you? I thought that was so he could know where you were?" said Meera.
Bran nodded "Yes but it was…more than that."
He absentmindedly rubbed his wrist where the mark once was "Shortly before he was taken out, he stared me down. He had a look on his face, almost as if he didn't care that he was going to be defeated; the battle against the Night King was over, but he almost won the war."
He looked at her with seriousness "We nearly lost Meera he almost succeeded in defeating all of us."
Meera shook her head, confused at this revelation "What do you mean he nearly succeeded?"
Still rubbing his wrist Bran stared off into the flames "His mark was more than just of a way to find me; he was trying to bind his magic to me as he had been trying with Brynden Rivers."
When he looked at her again she swore she saw a glint of fear in his eyes "Soon after the Night King fell that's when I felt the mark burn; and I felt him Meera, I felt him trying to seep into my being."
Without thinking he went for her hand and gripped it tightly "I fought him, I fought him as hard as I could; for when I saw the vision of the future that would exist if I didn't fight him off…"
Meera tightened her hand in his "Bran…what did you see?"
Suddenly the whole world around her flashed, she found herself outside of what she assumed was King's Landing and watched in utter shock as a black dragon set fire to the whole city. The world flashed again and she found herself surrounded by soldiers as a silver haired woman spoke in a language that she didn't understand; the the scene changed again into a large but crumbling room with the silver haired woman standing in front of a large chair made of swords. A man with dark curly hair approaches the silver haired woman; he looks confused, sad and scared. The silver haired woman turns to him, a few words pass between them before they come together staring into each other's eyes.
"You are my Queen, now…and always." says the man.
The woman's eyes light up with love, joy, and hope and their lips collide in a passionate and loving embrace; however all was not as it seemed.
The silver haired woman inhaled sharply, as they broke apart Meera gasped when she saw the man had buried a dagger in the woman's chest. The man laid her down, he looks horrified and heartbroken as he looks upon the deed he's done. The silver haired woman gasps her few remaining breaths; she looks lost, scared, devastated, and alone.
The black dragon crawls in from the ceiling, nudging the silver haired woman and crying out in pain when he realizes she's dead. Meera assumed the dragon would kill the man, but no instead the dragon melted the chair of swords, picked up the woman's corpse and flew off into the distance. Another flash of the world and she found herself at what appeared to be a council, and Bran was there along with his sisters. A small man in chains spoke many, many, long winded words, and to her shock and surprise Bran was named King; and he accepted it.
"Why do you think I came all this way?" Bran said.
Meera's eyes widened 'What!? Why would Bran let alone the Three Eyed Raven want to be King? This makes absolutely no sense!'
Bran's oldest sister protested Northern independence, which Bran granted without hesitation; the world changed yet again and she found herself this time in a holding cell along with the man who killed the silver haired woman. His hair and beard have grown wildly and he stares blankly off into space; he looks utterly defeated, a shell of his former self, as if part of his soul died.
The small man from the council enters but he is no longer in chains, he tells the other man that he's being sent to the Night's Watch as punishment for his crime; he doesn't seem to care.
The small man tells him what he did was the right thing to do for the greater good; to which the disheveled man replies in a whisper "It doesn't feel right…"
World changing around her again, Meera found herself in a council chamber where Bran was present.
"And Drogon?" Bran asked.
A portly man tried to say that the dragon was last seen flying east towards Volantis but was interrupted by a man who looked like he had no business being on a council.
"Perhaps I can find him; I'll leave the rest to you." Bran said as he was wheeled out of the room.
Another changing of the world brought her north of the Wall, where she saw the dark haired man along with a red headed wildling leading a large group of through the forest. The world flashed again, Bran's oldest sister being crowned Queen in the North; as the crown was lowered on her head, she smirked in victory. Everything changed again, this time a bedroom that looked to be within the Red Keep. Meera heard the door open and saw as Bran was wheeled in, the young man who wheeled Bran around exited swiftly and as he closed the door Meera crept closer to Bran. He was in front of a mirror just staring at it, she moved closer but she nearly screamed at what she saw in the reflection, Bran wore a dark and twisted smile, but it was the shining blue eyes that revealed the truth.
Suddenly the world blurred in a flurry of images, the North decaying and dying slowly and the Queen in the North doing nothing about it. Slavery returning to Essos and making its way back to Westeros, wars breaking out across the kingdoms as people died and suffered; the dark haired man beyond the Wall, impaling himself with his wolf pommeled sword unable to live with his guilt and grief. The final image Meera sees is the black dragon being surrounded by men and machine, she watches in grief as the last dragon is slain, then in the same vision she sees Bran wheeling himself up to the dead dragon and setting his hand on it. Nothing at first but then the dragon starts to twitch, the dragon's eyes shoot open and they're a deep and dark blue. The world is consumed in blue flames, and within the fire she sees the shadowy figure of the Night King.
Everything flashed as she was brought back into reality; Bran gasped and breathed heavily nearly falling out of his chair. Meera held on to him and set him back into his seat, but she was completely shaken by what she had seen.
"W-what was all of that?" she asked.
Bran panted as he held his head "That…was…what the future would have been if…if the Night King took control of me."
She cast a worried look at him "Can he still…try?"
Bran shook his head "No he can't, the instant he marked me I began fighting him off. It became really difficult when he was killed, and being the Three Eyed Raven didn't help."
He took in a deep breath and finally centered himself "I didn't lose myself because I became the Three Eyed Raven, I lost myself because the Night King was trying to take control, and I had to devote everything I had into holding him back and beating him."
He looked at Meera "That's why I was the way I was, I'm sorry it took me awhile to fight him off but I am me again."
She couldn't help the smile she had or the hope in her heart, there was one thing she wondered though.
"I kept seeing a woman in the visions with the silver hair, was the Dragon Queen right? And the man was Jon, your brother? He…he killed her?" she asked.
Bran nodded slowly "Yes…through me the Night King was trying to use his magic manipulate the weak minded, Jon and Daenerys were both in bad mindsets and he was trying to take advantage of them both. Just before the battle took place at King's Landing, I managed to gain the upper hand and hold him back from going after Daenerys. Holding him back from influencing her to burn the city was what changed everything, after that the Night King truly had no power and was finally and truly defeated."
"Have you told your brother and Daenerys about this?" Meera asked.
Bran shook his head "No and honestly there's no need to. That future can no longer exist since a different path was taken."
Meera looked at him completely confused, Bran sighed but smiled "Don't worry about it besides, Jon and Daenerys are due to wed tonight, I doubt on their wedding night they want to hear of a horrifying vision of a future that could have been."
Meera's eyes went wide as her smile beamed "What?! They're getting married tonight?!"
The sight of her being excited caused Bran to flash a smile that hadn't adorned his face in years "Aye tonight in the Godswood, would you mind helping me get a few things set up?"
Meera couldn't help but let out a squeal "Yes! Yes of course! This is going to be so wonderful!"
"How could you!?" screamed Arya as she shoved at Sansa.
Sansa stumbled back, but her words stumbled more "A-a-arya please I-"
Arya shoved at her again "No! NO! You broke the oath Jon swore us to, and you killed Rickon!"
Sansa screamed back "He was already dead! If only you knew what Ramsey would have done to-"
"And yet you did NOTHING!? You didn't even bother to try and come up with a plan!? Jon's right, you SHOULD have told him about the forces from the Vale!" Arya retorted.
When Sansa didn't reply Arya cocked her head "You were really hoping Jon would die in that battle, didn't you?"
Sansa still said nothing and it infuriated Arya "DIDN'T YOU!?"
Sansa flinched as tears ran down her face; she tried to speak but only mumbled softly.
Arya shook her head "This is not how father raised us!"
"You're one to talk! You slaughtered the Freys!" Sansa shouted.
Arya scoffed "Don't turn this on me! I'm not the one scheming against my family!"
"Everything I've done has been for the family!" exclaimed Sansa.
Arya growled and shoved at her again "You killed Rickon! Should I start calling you a kinslayer hmm? It'll go along nicely with your other titles; backstabber and oathbreaker!"
Sansa shook her head furiously "I'm none of those! It's her! She's twisted your mind into thinking that I'm-"
Arya scowled "Don't you dare! Don't you dare speak more lies about Daenerys! She's an incredible woman and nothing like the falsehoods you speak of; I was foolish to listen to you in the first place."
"You were on my side Arya! You knew she wasn't good for the North, you even agreed with me when we told Jon we didn't trust her!" Sansa exclaimed with tears falling from her eyes.
Arya was having none of her sister's sob story "I was on your side because I thought I could trust my sister! But I was wrong; I should have trusted Jon instead."
Sansa scoffed "Of course you would say that, even though he's not even your real brother you would still-"
*SMACK*
Sansa gripped her other cheek, fuming that she had been hit by her own sister she was about to retaliate in some way but when she looked at Arya, any thought of retaliation deflated within her.
Arya seethed heavily with tears streaming down her face "Don't you ever, EVER say that! He's still my brother, he will always be my brother and I will always love him!"
She moved forward and she too grabbed Sansa by the scruff of her neck "Unlike you I care about my brother and I'd do anything to see him happy, and you want to know what makes him happy? More specifically who makes him happy? Daenerys makes him happy!"
She shoved Sansa away as the tears continued to stream down her face "I've seen it between them, she loves him she truly does and he loves her. I've never seen him so happy before! Who cares what they are to each other?! Who are we to deny Jon his happiness?! We should be happy and supportive of him, not going behind his back!"
Arya wiped her tears "You know that they're going to marry tonight? Do you know how excited he is for this?! I've never seen him so excited about something, and unlike you I'm going to do what I should have done before and welcome Daenerys into our family as my sister!"
Sansa's breath hitched "A-arya p-please I-"
"No! NO! I've heard enough from you!" Arya shouted.
She turned and headed towards the door and paused when she reached it "What Jon said was true, you are the lone wolf."
She turned and looked at Sansa, who was disheveled and sitting on the floor; she almost felt pity for her sister "The pack is stronger than you think; it's about to gain a new member and I will be there to welcome my new pack sister."
"Arya please….I'm sorry…I…please…forgive me please…" Sansa muttered softly.
Arya looked at her yet simply said nothing as she made her way out the door, after she closed it she could hear Sansa on the other side begin to sob. As she walked away to go find Daenerys there was a constant thought in her mind.
'What reason is there for me to stay here anymore? What is there left for me here? Nothing…there's nothing left for me here.'
Daenerys was rather beside herself, but honestly she couldn't complain. For hours people buzzed around her, the Northern Lords who still remained took the time to each and individually thank her for all she had done to defend the North. Many women enamored her while men respected her, a vast difference from when she first came to Winterfell.
But it was the children who couldn't get enough of the Dragon Queen, many of them asking to hear stories of her exploits which she was more than happy to share. The children sat around her as she spoke of her time in the Dothraki Sea, overthrowing the Slavers and even saving Jon's group north of the Wall. As Dany told her tales Ghost and Sōna kept her company, many of the children had seen Ghost before but it was the white hatchling that pulled on their curiosity.
"It's so small!" exclaimed one preteen boy
Dany chuckled as she lightly stroked Sōna "Yes she is very small, but she's a baby still. Eventually in a few years or so she'll be all grown up and be as large as her brothers."
At that bellowing roars were heard as all the children turned their heads to the sky looking in wonderment at the two large dragons circling Winterfell, one little girl who was no older than four looked between Sōna and her older brothers.
"Whittle dwagon get bigger like big dwagons?!" she asked with a toothy smile.
Dany giggled "Yes yes she will." She paused as a thought popped into her head "Would you like to hold her?"
The little girl's eyes went wide and nodded with excitement. Dany was slightly worried though; she wasn't sure how Sōna would react to the children who aside from the little girl seemed a little frightened.
Dany picked up the hatchling who eyed the children, but that little girl showed no fear only bated curiosity.
"Now don't be afraid, and hold her gently." Dany instructed.
The girl only nodded, still mesmerized by the hatchling; she reached out slowly but pulled back immediately when Sōna let out a hiss in warning. However it was Ghost who snapped and growled at his winged little sister, reprimanding her as an older brother would do. It did the trick though as Sōna's demeanor changed, she fluttered out of Dany's hands and landed softly on the little girl's shoulder. The girl stood still as the hatchling sniffed her all over; the little girl slowly moved her hand to Sōna's head and gently stroked the hatchling. Soon one by one each one of the children got a chance to hold the hatchling and under the watchful eyes of her mother and older brother Sōna behaved herself, and even seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting.
This was the scene Arya walked into and she couldn't help but smile and made her forget all about the confrontation with Sansa. Eventually the group of children dispersed each thanking Dany for her stories and letting them hold the baby dragon, said baby dragon fluttered off to find her sisters as Arya lead Dany into the keep with Ghost trailing.
"You did really well against Glover today." Arya beamed with pride.
Dany blushed "It was thanks to you and Jon, but I know I can get better."
Arya nodded as they turned another corner "Aye you will in time, but let's not think about all that right now."
After twisting and turning through a few corridors they came to a door and Arya opened it, entering the room she let out a sigh "I haven't been in here in a long time, even when I came back I didn't think to come here."
Dany looked all around as she followed Arya in "Whose room is this exactly?"
Arya smirked "Why mine of course."
Dany took another look around "When was the last time you were in your own room?"
"A long, long time ago, Jon was leaving for the Night's Watch and he came to give me Needle." Arya reminisced.
She walked over to a vanity and began clearing it off before gesturing Dany to sit in the chair that was in front of it.
Dany arched a brow in confusion but Arya smiled "Well someone has to help you get ready for your wedding right?"
Dany's eyes went wide and she smiled as she took a seat with Ghost curling up at her feet, however her smile faded as she looked at her reflection in the mirror "I always thought it would be Missandei helping me get ready for my wedding…I wish she was here to witness it."
Arya set a comforting hand on Dany's shoulder "I'm so sorry, I didn't know her but I know she was very important to you."
Dany nodded, placing her hand on Arya's as a sign of thanks for the support as she tried to stave off the tears "She was my closest confident and dearest friend, the closest thing I had to a sister."
Not knowing what to say Arya wrapped her arms around Dany in a tight hug "I know she'd be so happy for you right now, she may not be here physically but I know she'll be here with you forever in spirit."
Catching Dany's eyes in the mirror Arya smiled "And after tonight, you'll have a real sister who'll love you and will stick by your side, I swear it."
Dany smiled "I'm marrying Jon."
"Shall we do something with your hair?" Arya asked.
Dany whipped her head around with a look of confusion on her face "You? Do my hair? I thought you weren't into such-"
Arya cut her off "Yes, yes, yes I know I'm not into 'lady' things but I can at the least work with hair a bit, I can't do Dothraki braids sadly but I could do a Northern braid for you? It's rather simple and I think you'd look stunning with one."
Dany smiled "Yes I'd love that!"
With that Arya began to work on Dany's hair, undoing the complex braids and brushing the silver strands before beginning the Northern styled braid. As she worked Arya talked to Dany about the Northern wedding ceremony, held in front of the Weirwood tree at night underneath the stars. That particular concept hit close home for Dany as the Dothraki also believed that weddings should occur under the night sky, except unlike her marriage to Drogo she was truly marrying the love of her life.
Jon was feeling rather impatient as he stood with Bran and Meera in Winterfell's Godswood. After his confrontation with Sansa he attempted to see Dany, when he found out that she was with Arya he attempted to go to her only to be met with the phrase "Fuck off! You can't see your bride until the wedding!" from Arya and a door slammed in his face.
He did his best to keep busy until it was time for the wedding; he couldn't find Ghost but assumed he was with Daenerys which wasn't odd but what he found it strange how close the direwolf was sticking to Dany lately. His daughters kept him busy when it was feeding time and while he loved their company they made quick and immediate exits with Aryaella leading the clutch; where they were off to in a hurry he didn't know. He eventually got himself ready dressing himself and finishing it all with a cloak that belonged to his uncle. Surprised that the cloak fit him given his uncle's stature he then prepared a large sack full of blankets, food, and spare clothing, it was all for an after wedding surprise he had for Dany. After he got ready he made his way for the Godswood where he stood now, fidgeting with anxiety.
"Nervous Jon?" asked Bran with a smile.
Jon gave his brother a glance "No, of course not."
Meera chuckled "Well if you keep biting your lip like you have you might draw blood."
Jon scoffed, but as the other two continued to stare at him with slight smiles on their faces he finally deflated.
"Okay maybe a little nervous….and anxious." he admitted.
Bran laid a gentle but assuring hand on his brother's arm "She truly loves you Jon, you deserve this you always have. You two were meant for each other and together you will achieve a great many things."
Jon found Bran's words comforting while puzzled by the later end of the statement, whatever the case the reality of what was happening right now in that moment was the only thing on his mind.
"I'm marrying Dany." he said mostly to himself.
He took a deep breath as he gazed up at the clear night sky that was filled with stars upon stars capped off with a beautiful shining moon. It was almost picture perfect with the right amount of moonlight casting upon the Godswood, the air while chilly was slightly warmer than usual but comfortable none the less.
The night couldn't get more perfect, except it did when Dany entered the Godswood. Though she wore the same white coat with a red sash held in place by a dragon brooch, it was her hair that drew his attention immediately; gone were the Dothraki braids that represented all her victories replaced with two Northern braids that made her look like a winter Goddess.
He was speechless for she looked breathtaking as she walked forward towards him. The light hit her perfectly causing her hair to look as if it was glowing and her amethyst eyes provided a striking accent. Their eyes remained locked as she slowly walked towards him and took in how handsome he looked; black really was his color and the large cloak he wore looked big enough for her to snuggle in with him and they'd still have room. To Dany's delight he let his hair lay loose and free, while she liked when he put his hair up giving him a hard warrior appearance the loose and flowing raven locks framed his beautiful face perfectly.
The silence was broken by the screeches of the hatchlings as they descended from the night sky and with impressive precision lit a path of torches that led to the Weirwood. Jon snapped out of his trance as his daughters fluttered into the Weirwood and landed gracefully upon its branches looking down at the ceremony. The torches they lit provided a warm glow that complimented with the moonlight to create a serene atmosphere, everything in this moment was perfection.
Jon felt Arya step beside him but he wasn't really paying attention to anything else but his Goddess of a bride, he felt a nudge from Ghost on his other side but again he didn't pay mind to anything else other than the beautiful woman he loved who was now standing face to face with him; their eyes locked in unison with him staring into deep amethyst pools while she got lost in the endless grey.
"Who comes before the Old Gods tonight?" Bran asked kicking off the ceremony.
Dany took a deep breath as she stared into Jon's eyes "Daenerys of House Targaryen, she comes to wed before the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"
Jon never left her gaze "Jon of Houses Stark and Targaryen comes to claim her, who comes to gives her?"
Dany was about to state that she was giving herself, however at that exact moment she was cut off by the rumbling of Drogon and Rhaegal landing on the walls of the Godswood. Drogon craned his neck and looked upon his mother; even those who weren't Targaryen could see the love in the dragon's eyes.
Drogon crooned softly as Dany's breath hitched with emotion and provided a translation "My son Drogon gives me."
Bran smiled "Daenerys Targaryen, will you take this man?"
Dany who was surer than she had ever been in her life, smiled brightly "I take this man."
They joined hands as they knelt before the heart tree both in silent prayer, Dany didn't know much about the Old Gods only what Jon and Arya had told her. Oddly enough thoughts of her marriage to Drogo flashed briefly through her mind, while she did eventually grow to love him her wedding with Drogo was nothing like this. Married off by her brother just so he could get what he wanted, but this time she was doing this herself and she was marrying for love, not for birthrights or alliances; marrying the true love of her life.
Both opened their eyes simultaneously as they finished their prayers, in that moment it was just the two of them as if the three other humans, five dragons, and direwolf didn't exist just then; this moment was for the two of them and the two of them alone in unity.
Without a single thought or provocation, Jon spoke to her and only her "I am hers, and she is mine."
Dany responded instantly only speaking to Jon "I am his, and he is mine."
The vows were merely soft whispers, and with that their lips crashed together. Drogon and Rhaegal let out joyous hoots, the hatchlings sang a wondrous melody, and Ghost let out a howl. Meera looked on in awe at the site before her, she didn't notice how her hand made its way into Bran's; nor did she feel the squeeze Bran give her as he too smiled at the sight of his brother's happiness. His eyes did a quick flash to white as he saw a few things slide into place in the possible future and they flashed back to normal, he continued to smile knowing the future was on the correct path.
Surprisingly it was Arya who had a constant stream of tears tracing down her cheeks, she couldn't deny how everything in the moment was absolutely perfect and it was all for Jon and Daenerys. She was beyond elated that her brother had found love and was now officially married; two things Jon always said he would never have and yet she had never seen him happier.
After what seemed like an eternity to the newlyweds they broke the kiss and Jon removed the cloak he wore and placed it over Dany. Not surprisingly the large cloak that belonged to his uncle made her seem so small, but she was his, his to cherish, to protect and to love.
Without a word he guided them towards Drogon who lowered his wing for Dany, at first she was confused but Jon's smile was all the answer she received. As she mounted Drogon she noticed he procured a large bundled sack and secured it to Rhaegal, once it was in place Jon climbed on top of Rhaegal and they took off with Drogon shooting up after them. Rhaegal made a line north out of Winterfell as Drogon trailed; the cloudless sky a beautiful backdrop and while she enjoyed the late night flight Dany was confused as to where they were going in such a hurry.
Thankfully her son had somewhat of an answer 'Patience mother, you will see.'
She resigned to her son's words and soon enough her question as answered as they came upon the waterfall, and if she was being honest it looked more beautiful at night. Drogon dipped after Rhaegal and both made their landings with Jon disembarking first, after Dany dismounted she made her way over to Jon who just undid the bundle that was being carried by Rhaegal. The second the bundle was fully in his hands the dragons immediately took flight and she turned to Jon who had a strangely nervous smile on his face.
"Don't worry they'll be back in the morning." he said.
She looked at him with a curious eye "The morning? What do you have planned hmm?"
Jon smiled "Thought that we could spend the night here, I have everything we'll need even food and I know you want to use the hot springs again."
Just the thought of dunking her whole body in the springs warmed her up a bit, even with the large fur cloak basically enveloping her she was still freezing while Jon was perfectly fine.
He noticed her shivering and stated the obvious "Southern girl is still cold even when she has a big warm cloak on."
She noticed the playful tone in his statement and she felt the fire within her immolate to life. With a mischievous grin on her face she took a step towards him, grabbed him by his belt and slowly him closer.
"So keep your wife warm." Dany flirtatiously replied.
She teased him with her lips grazing his but pulled back and strutted away. Jon followed after her as they ducked behind the waterfall revealing the beautiful and spacious cave hidden within. He started to unpack the bundle he had and setup their bedroll, though they were inside it was still rather cold but it didn't matter to Dany as she made her way to the hot springs in the rear of the cave, Jon dug through the large sack to prepare a fire; however he was rather distracted as he watched his wife remove her garments and sink into the springs.
'My wife' he thought to himself as he bit his lip with a smile, Gods he really loved hearing, saying, and thinking that.
He managed to get the fire built and started; he brought just enough wood and kindling to last for the night. The flames were small but gained strength, looking up from his progress to see a pair of amtheyst eyes staring at him hungrily. His wife gestured with her finger for him to come join her and he didn't hesitate, he removed his clothes as he hurried towards the springs and Dany licked and bit her lips as she watched him strip.
The instant he got in the spring their lips crashed together in instantaneous passion, she groped him all over as she dipped below and felt his already hardened length. She positioned herself and slid him right in as they both groaned in pleasure, slowly she rocked on him as he peppered and nibbled at her breasts. He thrust deep inside her and Dany arched back as sensations buzzed through her body, Jon picked up the pace with the water splashing around them as she bounced on him. They spoke no words and their eyes trained on each other's, Jon proceeded to lay her down on the edge of the springs and buried his face between her legs.
She shuttered and unleashed a guttural moan, running her hands through his hair tugging it so often every time he swiped at her with his tongue. She wrapped one leg behind his back and the other around the back of his neck forcing his face deeper and he didn't mind at all, in this empty cave in the middle of nowhere she screamed as pleasure raked through her being. Jon was feasting on her, he lapped at her slit before driving his tongue as deep as he could, Dany's eyes rolled back and she roared loudly from the orgasm. Jon licked his lips as he tasted her juices but he wasn't finished with his wife yet, as she came down from her high he slid back into her causing her to gasp; he barely started to thrust in again but she stopped him, for some odd reason there was something she wanted to try and felt that she could do it with him.
She backed him up a bit before turning around and bending over for him; sadly almost on instinct she closed her eyes and held her breath.
Jon could sense her tension as he moved beside her and turned her face to him "Dany…we don't have to."
She nearly choked up in tears right there, Gods she loved this man; which was more the reason to push past the traumatizing experiences she had in this position and with Jon she knew that she would be safe.
She kissed him gently and stroked his cheek as she looked into his eyes "I want to, because it's with you my love."
Jon searched her eyes to be beyond sure that this is what she wanted; she had told him of what Drogo had done to her, mounting her like one of his stallions and simply having his way with her. He wasn't Drogo it was obvious she knew that, she could be vulnerable with him and he could with her.
He nodded and kissed her "Okay."
Slowly he moved behind her and he couldn't deny the lovely view presented to him, he licked his lips at the site of her curvy ass and how her slit was puckered and wet. He held back his lustfulness so he could be gentle with her, she had her head turned to him and watched as he slowly kissed her cheeks and gasped as he licked at her entrance. Jon stood and rubbed his tip against the pink lips, he caught her gaze and asked "You sure?"
She nodded and he slowly slid into her keeping his hands on her back while maintaining eye contact. She nearly wanted to cry, not out of fear but of love; he was being so gentle and careful with her once again putting his concerns over hers even in the middle of their lovemaking. He moved in and out of her slowly and for the first time she was finding it very pleasurable. Slowly she started to move back onto him and eventually she felt him stop but she kept going, he let out a loud groan that made her wet and lustful as she quickened her pace.
She loved every second of it and from the sounds Jon was making so was he, his hands soon gripped her ass and he slid even deeper. Soon they fell into a quick rhythm with Jon thrusting inside her as she bounced back into him, she felt him stop again as she felt him twitch inside her slightly and she could tell he was getting close. She started to gyrate and grind against him, he huffed, puffed and moaned as he fought to maintain himself but she knew he couldn't hold out much longer; with one more wave of her hips he shuttered and buried himself deep snarling as he emptied his seed within her.
Dany laid flat on the edge of the spring as shockwaves pulsed through her body; she slowly got up and out of the springs and pulled Jon into a deep kiss. Because of this man she had no fear, only love and if it was even possible she swore that she fell even more in love with him.
Lips parting from his she looked into his eyes with a smile on her face "I love you."
"I love you Dany." Jon replied with a warm smile of his own
Their lips met again and she pulled him out of the water as they slowly made their way to the bedroll next to the fire. As they laid down Dany stared up at him and she felt the desire bubble up within her as she grabbed a hold of his still hard length and teased her entrance with his tip; she felt him harden even more and he slid inside her, it was so wanton and erotic at the same time that he would keep fucking her even after he filled her with his seed; it was really fucking dirty and she loved it and it was obvious he did to.
She wrapped her legs around him forcing him deeper, some of his seed oozed out of her and made a mess. The sounds of sloppy sex echoed throughout the cave and Jon found himself on the brink of spilling inside once again, she was warm, wet, and messy and it drove his lust for her to greater heights. He picked up his speed as she cried out his name; he got closer and closer until he spilled his seed a second time within her. Dany groaned as she felt him throb inside her, he slid out and she could feel his seed dripping out of her. As she panted and came down from her high he collapsed next to her pulling a heavy blanket over them while he pulled her close to him.
She kissed the scar over his heart before kissing him on the lips before her exhausted husband slowly drifted off to sleep. She watched him with a smile on her face, their marriage was officially consummated and for the first time in a very long time she was truly happy; however there was one dark lingering thought in her mind, that of never having children. She instantly felt shame and sadness that she couldn't give him a child a creation of their love, but she was cursed to be barren forever. She wanted to cry but she willed herself not to she wouldn't let it ruin her current happiness; she snuggled into Jon and started to drift off to sleep silently wishing she could give him all the children she could bare.
All around Winterfell was quiet, the sky was clear with no snowfall and the only sound that broke the din of silence was a gentle wind; near the northeastern edge of the Wolfswood however there was a small buzz of activity as Ghost padded his way through the snow, sniffing and taking in the scents around him. He continued to creep his way through the woods, the sound of fluttering wings made him pause as he allowed his winged sisters to catch up. They glided around him with Sōna making a landing on his back snuggling into his soft fur as the other two hatchlings huddled around their brother for warmth.
Ghost let them do what they needed to get themselves warm and catch their breath, he knew they weren't used to flying long distances and weren't used to the cold unlike him and their winged brothers. The thought of Drogon and Rhaegal perked his ears and he nudged at Lyanarys and Aryaella to get them moving again yipping to them that they didn't have much farther to go.
They moved along with Ghost carrying Sōna on his back while above him Lyanarys and Aryaella fluttered from branch to branch. Soon they approached a fallen dead tree in a clearing on the edge of the woods, Ghost sniffed the air as his ears twitched and turned. He soon picked up the sound of wing beats in the distance and the now familiar smoky scent alerted him that his winged brothers were close. Even with their size Drogon and Rhaegal managed relatively soft landings, the hatchlings chirped in delight at the sight of their brothers; sadly their chirps turned to cries as they've been out in the cold for far too long. Sensing his sisters distress Drogon grabbed the fallen tree in his jaw moving it slightly away from the edge of the woods, not wanting to set fire to it so close to the Wolfswood. He dropped the tree and summoned a small stream of flames that ignited the dead tree, the sisters screeched in delight at the heat and danced around the flames.
Watching his sisters enjoying the fire Drogon rumbled out what could be described as a sigh and turned to his older four legged brother.
'It is as you stated brother, mother is with child.'
Ghost whimpered and cocked his head with Rhaegal sharing his older brother's reaction.
Rhaegal: 'But that's wondrous news! Is it not cause for celebration?'
Drogon: 'Normally yes but it's…complicated.'
Rhaegal was baffled 'What do you mean?'
A plume of smoke slowly escaped Drogon's nostrils; he actually looked sad 'You aren't attuned to mother like I am, I've seen things; memories in her mind before we were born, there's one memory in particular that causes her much pain.'
He looked between the two of his brothers 'She was with child once before, however she lost it shortly after birth. I don't quite understand it but it had something to do with some strange magic, there was some woman claiming to be a witch who mother says "cursed" her to be barren forever.'
Drogon looked at Rhaegal 'We were born shortly after that; mother's been convinced she can never have human children. It's why she's always seen us as her only children.'
Rhaegal: 'Because she thinks she can never any children of her own blood...We may not be human but it doesn't change that she is still our mother regardless.'
Drogon scoffed 'Of course she'll always be our mother!'
A loud bark caught the attention of both dragons and they focused on Ghost. He let out a few yips ending with a whine, sensing the curiosity in Ghost's tone Drogon sadly shook his head.
'No they do not know yet, soon though I think.'
Rhaegal: 'Should we tell them?'
Drogon shook his head again 'No we will not; I think it'd be better if they found out on their own. I don't know what mother's reaction will be but father will be there to support her and we will do the same. I could go on and on about how much she really wants this; a child of her own.'
Rhaegal looked down at Ghost 'How long have you know she was with child?'
It was Drogon that answered his question 'The night we returned to Dragonstone, he came to me and informed me of a change in his instincts told him there was a change within mother.'
Rhaegal's eyes widened 'Is that why I've been feeling slightly off? I've had this feeling its like-'
Drogon: 'Like something pecking you in the back of the head? I too have felt a little strange as of late, we've never experienced mother with child before and it's obviously triggered something in our instincts.'
Rhaegal: 'Do you also have the slight urge to-'
Drogon: 'Obliterate anything and anyone other than father and his sister who come close to mother? Yes that instinct is REALLY difficult to ignore.'
Ghost snarled, sharing in his brothers' driving instinct to protect a pregnant Daenerys; Drogon calmed himself as he shook his frills and stretched his wings before looking down at Ghost.
'Rhaegal and I shall head back so we can be close to retrieve mother and father in the morning, for now we'll keep the knowledge of the child mother carries to ourselves. Sometime soon they'll find out on their own and we'll do everything in our power to make sure mother and father have their child.'
With that they took flight and headed off into the night sky, Ghost looked over to still burning dead tree to find the hatchlings fast asleep. He softly nudged them all awake and one by one they crawled on his back, once he felt they were secure he began to head south through the Wolfswood back towards Winterfell. Though he moved quickly he did it smoothly enough as to not jostle his sisters, there was something on his mind to and it was driving hard at his instincts. He felt saddened that his father's mate lost her first child, but that only drove his instincts harder to protect Daenerys so that she and his father could have their child; and whatever or whoever was foolish enough to prevent that would be met with teeth and claws of various sizes before being burned to a charred crisp.
A/N: A meeting of mythical creatures reveals the big news! But how will Jon and specifically Dany take it when they find out? Also I'm really sorry to say this but it is NOT boatbaby...Castle Black baby actually
Sansa...yes rock bottom sounds like a good place for her, for a little while at least. I do plan to build her back up into something...less Cersei and Littlefinger.
Bran's "situation" *Takes deep breath* Basically what I was getting at was this. the Night King had a lot more going on than just rasing his arms...standing...and doing almost nothing. He is a being of powerful magic and what I conceived was this: The Night King was using his magic to seek the Three Eyed Raven and absorb his powers, he couldn't have Brynden Rivers but due to the Night King's magic being so powerful, Rivers was losing strength just trying to keep the Night King's magic at bay and stay alive so he needed to pass the powers of the Three Eyed Raven to Bran. When the Night King marked Bran he marked him with his magic and said magic was at work trying to corrupt Bran. Bran's emotionless state was the cause of him putting everything of his being into fighting off the Night King's magic literally fighting a battle within himself. In this story Bran won against the Night King's magic and is slowly returning to his actual self, three eyed raven still but he's all Bran Stark again.
I don't think I'll have to explain what Bran's vision of the "possible future" was...moving along.
I hope the wedding was satisfactory, it was nothing special just two people in love marrying each other, no titles or any of that nonsense.
Mmmmmmm some nastiness inside the cave at the waterfall, hope you all liked that ;)
Also this is actually a bit of a moment, as this will be the last update that I have written and posted using my laptop! I have a brand new PC I'm ready to set up so it'll be a bit before I can start writing again, and it's a gaming PC so I'm REAL fucking excited to start it up!
Until next time everyone! We here at House Targaryen with you and all your loved ones well!
Geros ilas!
