JON
"All hail His Grace, Aegon of Houses Targaryen and Stark, Seventh of His Name, I now proclaim him the King of Andals and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."
Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan proceeded with the Coronation. "Long may He reign.''
His words repeated by the audience to honor their King.
There was Jon Snow sitting on the Iron Throne gracefully, looking poised and dignified with the Crown put on while he gazed at Daenerys Stomborn. He didn't look delighted during his Coronation yet had a portrait smile to show the world.
"You are the rightful heir to the throne, Jon. The only reason I wanted to be the Queen was that I wanted a Targaryen to sit on it. There was no Targaryen except me, hence, I took the responsibility on my shoulders. That's it, Jon", Daenerys spoke hesitantly. Her greyish-emerald eyes buried to the ground to avoid contact with Jon.
"You deserve the throne not because you are a Targaryen, because you worked hard for it. You had the passion to gain that title. You came through a very long and tiresome journey and just when you were near to it, my identity destroyed it all for you. I am not Aegon Targaryen. I am Jon Snow. A person is not what he is born as, he is what he grows as. My conscience recognizes me as Jon Snow and that is who I am. No more, no less.''
"You are Aegon Targaryen. Our fathers and forefathers ruled the world for centuries and you are trying to convince me you don't want the throne because you were grown up as some bastard. You have blood of Targaryens, the rulers. If you were so ordinary, you would never have been resurrected. Jon Snow had died in the Nights Watch but it was the man who would protect the realms was born. You are the shield to the men over here. You fought with the Night King and destroyed the White Walkers. You deserve it by all means. We have defeated Cersei's Army and sieged the Castle. Cersei didn't want us to kill her tortuously, that's why she killed herself after killing Jaime Lannister. It's an end to Lannisters. Tyrion is on our side. Ser Barristan said after Tyrion ran away from here, Sansa was kept as a prisoner in the cell for many months until Lady Margaery exempted her from the trial and accusations. However, she was still restricted till the Red Keep and no more. We need to serve Justice to the Seven Kingdoms including your North. Arya has still not been found. Become the King and make everything fine."
"What about you? Where are you in all these people? When did Daenerys Stomborn excel the skill of sacrifice," Jon sighed.
"Learning it all from you, Jon Snow. It's been the umpteenth day that I see you go inside the room of Ygritte, talking to her, taking care of her while she is still like a laid down statue. How can anyone be as sacrificial like you are to her?"
"She risked her life to save me that day when one of her kind was about to kill me. She came in the way and took the arrow for me. It was that day till now, she has not opened her eyes. The Maester says she is alive but not conscious."
"She will become fine one day, and so will I", Daenerys glanced at Jon, her eyes revealing all the pain. The pain to lose the throne and the man she loved. What vast losses in the most silent way.
Jon understood everything but he loved Ygritte with all the heart and faith. Sometimes he wished he hadn't met Ygritte or she would have died so he could have given that place to Daenerys. He could not see two woman loving him so fiercely. One to lose her life for him, one to lose the life's aim for him – the throne. He did not want to sit on that throne. He wanted a life away from the king, queen jap and just live with Ygritte like a normal Wildling. From the time he was known as the bastard, his soul ached to be a stark, or someone powerful – someone people would respect- but after meeting Ygritte, all he ever wanted was her.
Jon exited his series of flashbacks when Ser Loras gathered the courage to speak to him.
"Your Grace, I am Ser Loras of House Tyrell. With me is Lady Margaery, wife of Joffrey. We pledge you to accept Lady Margaerey as Your Queen as she has no place to go."
It came as a shocker for Jon. He was already strangled between two ladies and now a third one.
"Ser Loras I give to you the Lordship of House Tyrell and Lady Margaery, I invite and request you to stay as our honorable guest in King's Landing. I am in position to make promises to you which I can't fulfil. However, there will be no stone unturned to serve our valuable guests." Jon made himself stiff and emotionless to not hurt another living being.
"Thank you, Your Grace for your mercy and honesty", Lady Margaery denoted.
"Where is Sansa? Release her from the Red Keep and bring her here", Jon commanded.
Soon Sansa was brought into the room in front of Jon and other Council Members.
A girl white as snow, beauty like the North, silver-colored hair stretching till the hips, eyes as vast as sea, with innocence sparkling from it approached the courtroom. She looked like a frightened little girl. Jon's eyes became moist seeing his sister after so long in such a condition. They both didn't have a single memory of the past or childhood yet the unspoken bond overpowered everything.
"Sansa!" Jon screamed. He got up from the throne and ran towards her. They hugged tightly for several seconds. He released her from his arms.
"J-j-jon", she stuttered.
"Yes, Sansa. You are safe. You are no more a prisoner."
The happiness lit her eyes and soul to such an extent that in fraction of seconds you could see the joy radiating from her body.
"I can't believe all of them are no more. Those who executed our father – I mean my father. Sorry, Your Grace-"
Jon cut her off. "He is our father. Lord Stark kept me in his house as his own son and it was he who made me the man I am today. My morals, my attitude are all from him and he shall always be our father and you my sister."
"From now onwards, I appoint you as the Master of Coins in our Council. You will be guided to your chamber and room." With this he dismissed the court.
As usual, he headed to the love of his life. He opened the door and found Ygritte, laying down with eyes closed. He bent down on the ground, rolling his hands separating her every strand of hair, feeling the touch of her smooth, shiny hair. He inhaled the scent of her hair. He kissed her affectionately on the forehead getting lost in that moment. He stretched straight and sat on the bed beside her and kept gazing. He locked her hand in his when she slowly tried to open her eyes. Mixed emotions ran through him when he saw her movements. He immediately called the Maester for help. The Maester after examining her told him that she was finally getting better and it will take a week to become fully fine.
She sunk again in her long sleep and her movements seized but the hope of her finally becoming fine began.
DAENERYS
Daenerys hiding in a corner, saw Jon exiting Ygritte's room. She loved him more than anyone in this world, more than the throne. Maybe because he was a Targaryen, maybe because she had dreamt of them having a pure Targaryen child who would rule the seven kingdoms or maybe for the person he was, but she loved him. She was been titled as the Queen of Bay of Dragons, however, Daario Naharis was there as the in charge in her absence. She stayed back in Westeros an adviser to the King.
Ser Jorah was named the Hand over there, Ser Davos and Bronn in the council.
She went into her chambers to take some rest. She realized her era has ended. From a child who knew nothing, to Khaleesi of the Dothraki, to the Mother of Dragons, to banishing slavery to the Queen of Slaver's Bay to now, erm..nothing but the King's Aunt."
"No, don't think that", A voice from far was heard. The man whom she trusted the most entered the chamber without her permission.
"Tyrion", Daenerys exclaimed. "You were supposed to be –"
Tyrion cut her off. "This much grief was enough. However, you shouldn't think that now you are good for nothing. Whatever you have achieved in such a short time, no one will ever be able to achieve it. You made me walk into King's Landing like a free man while my own father and sister had sentenced me to die. You gave back Sansa her brother. You freed thousands of slaves and they accepted you as the Queen not because you are some Targaryen, because you are Daenerys and you are our Queen. Your achievements are incomparable and an Iron throne can't equate to the thousands of lives you have saved. A king/queen is not the one who conquers lands, but the one who conquer hearts. And you are Our Queen, you have conquered all the hearts."
Daenerys smiled like never before. Tyrion, her Hand always made her feel better, irrespective the situation. "And you my Hand, conquered all the dictionaries. I wonder how you play with all these words. Instead of Dance of dragons, we should have Dance of words for you."
Tyrion and Daenerys laughed openly forgetting all their sorrows. Tyrion stopped midway due to Jaime's memories flashing again.
TYRION
Tyrion decides to go meet Sansa after all the brutal years. His breathing paused for a moment after seeing Sansa. "I'm sorry for leaving you here and making you pay the debt of my mistakes. I am sorry for everything, Sansa. I shouldn't have done that."
"I'm glad that you are alive, My Lord."
"I told you hundred times, it's Tyrion. I know I have been a bad husband and a bad human to you. Thankfully, you got rid of all the Lannisters, Baratheons except me."
"You have always been kind to me. I have no issues with you, Tyrion", Sansa convincing her husband.
Tyrion, as usual, filled the cup with his favorite drink and had a sip of it.
"I am sorry for your loss. You loved your brother dearly"
"Bygones are bygones. I am happy evilness ended from Westeros. Cersei, the evil witch. I will put all forces to find Arya so the Stark sisters can reunite."
"Tyrion, I missed having you around and the wine of yours", Sansa laughed.
"The scary little Sansa has become the humorous Sansa, I can see that", Tyrion joined the laughter.
He held her hand in his and gave a peck. Sansa smiled shyly.
He then went to meet Jon and apologized for not attending his coronation.
"Your Grace or Jon or the bastard, what can I call you now?" Tyrion asked.
"Doesn't matter."
"Oh it certainly does, hero."
"I prefer Hero", Jon grinned. "I am extremely sorry for your loss, Tyrion. You should have taken more space and only have come after you had recovered from the tragedy. Cersei had promised to provide troops to fight the Night King but she betrayed us by not sending them and the worst was she killed someone who was dear to her the most."
"She was the daughter of Great Tywin Lannister, evilness ran in her blood. I apologize for not attending your Coronation, Your Grace. Also I pledge you to show some mercy on Tommen, he is a child and knows nothing.
"A child will never suffer for his parent's wrongdoing. My principles are my morale and I can never be bad to anyone intentionally. Tommen will be offered with the Lordship of Casterly Rock and Margaery to be His Lady, if Margaery approves. Now you as the Hand of the King, make sure this is done smoothly."
"I will."
"I want you-", Jon a bit hesitant.
"Oh I like Kings being hesitant to their dwarf Hands."
"Can you shut up with your dwarf jokes?"
"I would be so lucky to have woken up one day not being a dwarf how once upon a time you woke up one day not being a bastard, rather Aegon Targaryen, the Rightful Heir and King. Wow! I wish that day I would also be changed into a 6 feet tall man", Tyrion talking energetically.
Jon rolled his eyes to Tyrion's blabbering.
"I don't know how Dany tolerated you so much."
"Talking about Daenerys, she loves you!" Tyrion reminded him.
"And I love Ygritte. End of story." Jon brushing him off.
"Is that so?"
"Be the Hand, not the cupid", Jon giving a forced, formal smile. "Or my brother-in-law". This one left Tyrion in surprise. "I wanted to talk to you about Sansa. I don't know how things were between you both before but now I want happiness for both of you. Sansa and you are really good human beings. Give a chance to each other and let's see what happens. This is not a command from the King but a request from a brother to the man who will take care of his sister. I plead you for her happiness, content and joy."
Jon's words brought tears in Tyrion's eyes. "I don't know how you are Rhaegar's son. You are an exact copy of Ned Stark."
"Aye, the feelings are mutual", Jon sighed.
SANSA
After so many years she entered a room in which normal people lived, not hostages, not prisoners but normal people. However, she wondered at least she's alive unlike Arya, and even if Arya is alive she would be in a worse condition than her. Tyrion's presence in her room, in her life glorified it altogether. She smiled thinking about Tyrion's one-liners. That's when Jon came and caught her smiling.
Jon knocked the door.
"You don't have to do that formality. You can come in", Sansa coming out of her dreamy world.
"I see my little sister smiling like an idiot, for whom is that", Jon starting to tease her.
"An idiot? That's what you are calling me", Sansa jerked.
"Aye. I am an idiot to call you idiot, happy?"
"On a serious note, Your Grace, I don't know how to put it forward but this is disturbing me a lot. I am meeting you almost after 5 years, and – ''
"You don't have to tell me anything. You don't have to put it down or call me –''
"No, let me speak. I am meeting you after half a decade and these years went horrible for both of us. I was a prisoner over here, paying for being Ned Stark's daughter and you – I don't even know what happened to you. I was very rude and mean to you back in Winterfell and I apologize for that. Just because I was the daughter of Lord & Lady Stark, it didn't give me a right to be mean to a bastard. I am very sorry. I hope you forgive me." Sansa spoke filled with guilt.
"I don't know why after I have become a King, everyone is apologizing to me", Jon replied making an innocent face trying to make the atmosphere a bit light.
"Jon, please forgive me."
"I forgive you for everything. We were kids at that time", Jon reassured her.
"I am happy you finally got your own family, your Aunt and Ygritte. We are of course cousins, Your Grace." Sansa had her reasons to be so formal. He was never treated as a family member, his real identity proved he was not Ned Stark's son and they had lived apart for so many years that she would not even be the same to Arya like before. She loved him now after she understood the true meaning of life and relations, but she was skeptical if Jon would accept her.
"Your Grace, Cousins, Sorry, these are the words I never want to hear from you. I told in front of everybody that you were my sister and will always be. Doesn't matter if I am Ned Stark's son or Lyanna Stark's son. I am a Stark and so are you. I promise to find Arya and then we all will be finally reunited."
Jon was kinder than Sansa expected. She expected he might be angry or hurt due to her behavior. He turned out to be a total opposite. She was so overwhelmed by his words that she just hugged him spontaneously.
"I really miss Robb. I am happy that you are here."
"Do you mind if Tyrion and you share the same room as husband and wife? Or do you want to annul the marriage?" Jon asked directly.
"I would like to give it another chance. I am slow learner, but I learn. And I have learned to trust people who are worthy of it."
Jon pulled her both cheeks. "I see my sister being tomato red."
"Aye, like Ygritte? Can I come to see her?"
"That is not a thing to ask. You can see her whenever you want. Please pray for her speedy recovery."
"Sure, Aegon." Sansa bit her lips.
"Hell, no! Stop teasing me with that", Jon getting bothered while Sansa enjoying it.
YGRITTE
Maester had informed them that she would regain her consciousness in a week but she regained it within two days. Late afternoon when Jon was in a Council Meeting, Ygritte opened her eyes. It took her a while to understand where she was and for how many months she was just like a dead body. The Maester told her that she was in the King's Landing, far away from the Night's watch and she was been taken care by all the Maesters and the King himself.
"The king?" A puzzled look on her face.
"Aegon Targaryen, King of the Andals and First Men."
She wasn't interested even two hoots to hear about any King or Andals. All she wanted to know was about Jon Snow.
"Where is Jon Snow? Where are my people?"
"I know nothing about Jon Snow. All I heard was you were from the Wildlings, and they were first imprisoned but later they fought for the King and made him conquer by defeating the enemies. A man named Tormund is now the leader of them. The King told me all this while he was narrating me the story how you were wounded."
She fell on the ground hearing about Jon Snow, as if her world shattered into pieces. She was devastated and in utter shock. A single drop of tear fell from her greenish-blue eyes onto her pale dried till it touched the chin. She was physically very weak, perhaps now, emotionally too.
"Let me – 'She cut off the Maester before she could say how the King kept visiting her. Ygritte somehow gathered the courage to walk and leave the room.
She was bedridden since months and came out to metabolize her body and get some fresh air. More than that she wanted to see the King so she could ask about Jon Snow. The Maester followed her hurriedly fearing the King would blame him if she would fall into any harm. The Maester forced her to come into her room and rest by telling her how his job would go in risk if the King gets to know."
"Why are you so fucking scared of the King? To hell with him. I want to know about Jon Snow. At least tell me where is Tormund. I want to speak to someone."
The Maester rushed to get someone speak to her so she could stop her blabbering. Jon was informed that Ygritte has gained consciousness. He rushed into her room with an utmost velocity he never ran with. He could not even wait a minute more. He opened the door and found her awake.
She finally sees the man of her dreams, for whom he was everything. The curly, long hair touching his shoulders, chocolaty wide eyes, his pink lips like a beautiful woman and the hazel colored beard that made him look too hot to handle. She was thrilled to see him after so long. He came closer and sat while she dumped herself into his arms, resting on his body. She got enveloped in his fragrance and breathed heavily. He could feel the heat of her body. It was like two wandering souls who finally met.
Ygritte never had any problem with Jon being a crow. She loved him despite of that and Jon never betrayed her. It was the war between other people that separated them. She only hated one thing. Kingdoms!
"Jon, are you also working for that King? See I never had a problem with you being a crow but you know I hate to bend the knee. And how did my people bent their knee? I am sure the cruel King just forced them to and they had no choice. I should ask Tormund. Jon, when are we going back beyond the wall?"
"You know nothing, Ygritte."
"That is supposed to be my line." She shrugged him off from the collar hurting herself. "Ouch!"
"Easy girl, easy. You were unconscious for ten months and disasters happened during this time. The Wildlings lost the war to us and became prisoners. Mance Rayder refused to work with us and was burnt by the Old King – mind it, the Old King – and then what we saw beyond the wall was horrible. An army of White Walkers and their King called the Night King. We needed allies and many people to help fight the White Walkers, hence, we got help from the Seven Kingdoms and fought them. The last destination was here, Kings Landing. We always had a small chamber room to have put you there safe."
"So many things happened and I was – "
"It doesn't matter. What now matters is we all are safe and you are healthy. We should thank the King to have helped us reach till here."
"Yes, we should. However, can we please stay in a place where we are independent or at least away from the King's sight? You know, I am just allergic to them. The free folk."
Jon nodded hesitantly rolling his eyes to her statement. He pitied himself for being someone Ygritte hates.
"If it weren't him, you wouldn't even be a folk, forget about being a "free folk"", Jon somehow convincing her to like him.
"Jon, only if you say so. It is going to take me some time to get used to living like people of here."
"You can take as much as time you want."
"Please tell Aegon thanks from my side", Ygritte mentioned.
Now she was Jon type of girl. No King, no titles, just Aegon. It was her care-free spirit that blended them together and remaining low medium that clicked them in the first place.
"Now the hard thing is to make you wear a dress that the ladies over here wear."
"Jon, aren't you a bastard? Why are they favoring you and me so much then?"
"Now if you can remain quiet for a moment, to wear the dress which is hanging in your cupboard."
"I have never worn a dress other than the Wildling dress and there is no snow here", staring out of the window.
"Knock, knock! My Lady, see carefully, the Snow is here", Jon claimed with a wide smile pointing at himself.
"Snow, Crow! Do you want me to knock all your teeth for your lame jokes?" Ygritte getting agitated.
"Only if you have the power to knock me", Jon winked.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow", Ygritte ended the conversation with the most awaited line.
ARYA
Jon immediately went to the Courtroom to pass an order that no one enters the room of Ygritte or talks to her anything about him being the King. He strictly forbade that and made his words clear. He was in his courtroom talking while the Kingsguard intervened.
"Your Grace, a lady named Arya Stark is on the Gate wanting to come in. She claims she is your sister."
Jon's blood rushed through his veins, getting goosebumps on the arrival of his favorite sister. He named this day luckier than his Nameday due to uniting with Ygritte and Arya. He ordered to let her in.
A short girl with an armor and boots on, stepped into the courtroom. Her face slightly covered with mud and sand, as if she has lived on the streets for years. Jon stood still, unable to move or make a sound. Seeing Sansa he could at least move to meet her but in case of Arya, he was awestruck. Winning his two favorite ladies from death and the world, his feet sank into the marbled ground.
Arya, having worked as a slave, servant, been a beggar, recruitment to Nights Watch, spend days with the brotherhood, trained as a faceless person, and fighting the White Walkers all by herself now understood the decorum of the Courtroom and these royal meetings. She decided to rather keep it formal till the people disperse away.
"My King!"
Jon smiled hearing that from her. It could be only Arya to greet him formally yet so lovingly. Epitome of balance and his princess.
"My Princess! Glad to see you after so many years. Now that you are home, I appoint you as my Master of Whisperers. You must have travelled almost the whole world. Who else can provide us the precious whispers?"
The purpose of Jon to immediately appoint them with a title was that they don't get a chance to leave him and are treated with respect from Day One.
"Whispers from the White Walkers?" Arya asked cunningly.
The courtroom turned into a laughter market with her words. Jon acknowledged her to lighten the atmosphere as he himself doesn't like it too heavy. Jon wrapped up the meeting and put his arms around Arya and decides to leave.
As soon as they exit, Arya jumps onto him and clasps onto him.
'JON, I can't believe I am seeing you after so long. Remember, Needle you gave me? I still have your gift." Arya reveals enthusiastically.
Jon could feel the joy and enthusiasm in her energy.
"Jon I can also help you with many things. I have played the game of a faceless man. I can become anyone, talk in their voice, and do anything. I can help you against the plotters, schemers and all those who try to destroy us. JON – ''
"Aye, girl. You know everything. Now can you stop so I speak?"
"Stick them with pointy end", Arya drew her sword and targeted it on Jon.
The Kingsguard surrounding them suddenly drew their swords against Arya. Jon gestured them to undo.
"Oh ho! I forgot that would be considered a treason and a serious matter over here", Arya rolled her eyes back and forth and sideways trying to be careful.
"You will get used to it. It is irritating, but what to do? Perks of being a Targaryen", Jon assuring her while they exchange a laugh.
At the corridor, Daenerys eavesdrop them and adds into the conversation.
"I do not think a transformation or rather a realization from a Bastard – Half Stark – to a Targaryen is a source of amusement for both of you."
Arya glares at her shockingly, never seeing a woman so dominant or authoritative.
"This is Daenerys Targaryen, King Aerys (The Second) Daughter and my Father's Sister."
Daenerys nods half-heartedly, still awaiting the girl's introduction.
"And this is, Arya Stark..." He paused for a moment, hesitant to speak. "Ned Stark's daughter, my Cousin." Jon forcing himself to say. He has already understood Dany has taken offence over the Targaryen aspect and now she is going to act bitter until she's not convinced. This is what creates space between Jon and Dany. He loves her a lot – as a friend – but she over exaggerates him being a Targaryen, to walk like a Targaryen, to talk like one. Yes, it is an honor to be from the only ruling family but Stark is in his soul. He's a blend of both of them and not just a Targaryen. And it is hard to explain Dany, just this one point.
"Oh, I am so happy for you to finally meet your sister, Arya. Welcome to King's Landing."
"Thank you Daenerys –''
"Your Grace", Daenerys correcting her.
"Your Grace, Daenerys Targaryen, it a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for everything." Arya is good at giving people what they want. She wants authority and Arya excels in striking the bulls eye. "Regarding the source of amusement, His Grace and I were just discussing that being an outsider to all for so many years, I will soon get used to everything."
Arya's answer satisfies Daenerys in one-go and she exits the corridor shortly.
"You are good at playing with words", Jon being impressed from her.
"Aye, this is what I learnt all these years."
They enter Jon's room. "My little princess will get ready in my room until a room for you is set. You can have a bath, finally wear clothes like other girls and not armors. And I am sorry for every bad that ever happened to you." He kissed her on the forehead. "You were never used to the dirt, dump of streets. The work or less food, yet you survived so much. You are the one who suffered the most amongst us."
"I learnt a lot from all this. After all, it is survival of the fittest", She winked at Jon and headed to the cupboard. "Jon!" She bounces back. "There is a request I want to make. I've tried a lot finding a guy named Gendry, and I just can't find him. If your men could help me find him. He is actually a friend of mine – a very dear friend – so…"
"Looks like our Arya is interested in someone", this topics interests Jon.
"Aye, you can say so. For the time being, just a tad bit of tiny request."
"You can give the description to my guards and they will help you find him."
"Thank You, Sweet Brother." Arya once again jumps 3 feet onto him squeezing his body.
TORMUND
Brienne touched the armor and the sword Ser Jaime had given her. Tears splashing over the fine Valyrian Steel. The woman who was fierce like a tornado, had fragmented into the several ocean waves that hit the rocks deeply and shallowly. A part of her was shallow and concrete like before, and the part of her that missed Jaime had sulked too deep.
Tormund didn't get a chance to visit or see Ygritte after the tragic incident of Jaime's death. From a distance, he watched Brienne of Tarth, sobbing for the person she loved. After all, Jaime had helped her enormous number of times and made her day. He finally gathered the courage to console her.
"Brienne, I may not feel the emotion you are going through…"
"I am not good at this. You see, I am just a Wildling. I just want to see you happy. Now smile or I paint my teeth black and yellow and you might smile seeing that", Tormund proposed an alternative.
Brienne's tears faded away with her half smile. She is just like a coconut, hard from exterior, soft from the inside.
"I heard you killed 82 White Walkers all by yourself." Tormund enlarged his eyes out of surprise.
"Were you counting at that time, Tormund?"
"You think I would see White Walkers while I had a chance to see you? Nah…"
Before Tormund could complete, Brienne gave him a death stare.
"I mean, you are Beauty of Taarth… - I mean – Brienne of Taarth."
"Holy Gods! And so are you, Wild like a Wildling."
Tormund laughed slyly.
"I have Arya and you have Ygritte to attend. So shall we?" Brienne reminded him of the duty.
Tormund headed to Ygritte's room. He is the only person allowed to visit her other than Jon, himself.
"Tormund, finally you are here. I get bored in this room but Jon says I have to rest for a few more days." Ygritte re-adjusting the pillow to sit comfortably.
"Then do as he says. You are looking quite different in this type of dress. Reminds me of how Brienne looks different in the normal dress."
"Brienne?" Ygritte as always looked confused.
"She is a lady of one family. She is a total beauty. I love her"
"Great! Can we go meet her?" Ygritte tried to get up.
"You just can't. Jon told you to rest, remember?"
"To hell with what Jon says. Tormund's finally in love. I have to definitely see her."
Tormund gets petrified thinking of the consequences and Jon's reaction to all this.