Context And Summary:
The battle between the living and the dead was won and the living prevailed. It was a hard fight and thousands died and drinks were raised in honour for the victorious dead. Jon was the one who struck down the night king and songs were sung for the white wolf. The people are in a state of rest although both Jon and Daenerys wish to march south to get the iron throne and avenge the betrayal which Cersei committed by not joining the fight between the living and the dead. The Northern lords are not happy about this and most of them protest against Jon about going south.
Both Jon and Dany are deeply in love with each other and have confessed their feelings to everyone. Even though Jon was told about his true heritage he has no wish for the Iron throne and cares not that Dany is his aunt, he loves her and that's all that matters. It did take some time for him to accept and forgive the man he thought was his father about the lies he was told and the hardship he had to endure by the hands of his jealous wife. He still thinks of Sansa and Arya as his sisters and still protects them as a brother should. Many of the Northern lords still are coming to terms with Jon's heritage and feel very uncomfortable about the relations that Jon and Dany have but cannot say anything as he is a king and she is a queen.
Bran, Jorah, Tormund and Sandor Clegane all unfortunately died in the battle between the living and the dead. Both Jon and Dany deeply mourned the loss of their family and beloved friends and Arya too felt some manner of sadness for Sandor, their names and deeds would not to be forgotten. Jaime came north and was met with sceptical faces except from Brienne who assured that he must have come with good intentions, which he did. He told everyone about Cersei's plans of how she never intended to help and that Euron Greyjoy was to bring and army of sell swords to King's Landing to fight against what she thought would be a weakened Northern force but was fortified with the Lannister's force as they are loyal to the lord of Casterly Rock, Jaime Lannister. Tyrion is glad to have his brother with him as is Jaime and hope to serve their new Queen faithfully and well as Hand of the Queen and Warden of the West.
Tyrion is still not sure what he thinks of the relationship between Jon and Dany but is obliged to go along with it as it is what his Queen wants. He still thinks a lot about the line of succession and who is to be King or Queen after her as she still thinks she is unable to have children...
It was early morning in Winterfell and the snows fell lightly on the ground. Silence was throughout the castle and it was peaceful. Many people were still sleeping in their warm beds on the exception for all of the Northern lords and their King, The White Wolf, Jon Snow. A heated debate took place among them in the great hall of Winterfell and Jon was frustrated that he had to leave Dany so early in the morning.
"My Lords please, you must listen to me. We owe Daenerys our lives, if not for her dragons we would all be soldiers in the Night King's army right now!" All of them looked at him with a furious gaze which made Jon shift in his seat. Karstark was particularly annoyed this morning and was prepared to argue with Jon excessively.
"Don't pretend that is the only reason you want to do this, we shed good Northern blood for our survival, and now you want us to march south, in the winter, to shed more blood. And why? Because you're thinking with your balls and not your brains!" Karstark knew instantly that his words were not chosen wisely as Jon stood up furiously from his seat with had hand clutched tightly around Longclaws leather hilt.
"Be careful now Lord Karstark, remember I am still your King" Jon warned him with a narrowed eyes piercing on him. Bowing his head and knowing that he was being disrespectful to the man who saved them by dealing the killing blow to the Night King.
"Forgive me, Your Grace" he politely asked and Jon nodded with a reassuring smile. The room went silent and the Northern lords looked among each other with burrowed frowns, Jon noticed the tension and decided to lighten the room. He walked down amongst the lords with a large jug of ale and poured each of them a cup. They heartily drank the ale and thanked him for it, their nerves were less prominent yet they still had doubts in their mind about the whole situation.
"Cersei is more of a threat to us than any of you realise" Jon stated as he sat with them all, they all looked to him and listened intently to him as they barely let him tell them his side.
"If we don't take the Iron throne before winter is done then we will all die. Cersei has an army of sell swords at her back and the Greyjoys; we cannot go against that, especially after most of our army will barely make it through winter. Remember were not all Northern." The wise words from Jon made them all think as they continued to drink ale. What he was saying made sense but they had no need to go south, 'let the others all go south if they want but leave us out of it' most of them were thinking. They Shared glances as Jon looked desperately at them for an answer so they could go before the snows got any worse, but silence was all among them. It was Lord Glover who stood up first and smiled widely at Jon.
"Your Grace, if it wasn't for you I would be dead, my family would be dead all of my men would be dead! I have grown to like the Dragon Queen and she deserves to be the Queen of Westeros. She is nothing like her kin before and to have her on the Iron Throne would be a blessing to everyone." All the Northern lords now were looking at him trying to figure out the point he was trying to make.
"I swear on my honour and my life that I will help you and Daenerys Targaryen take the Throne from that blonde haired bitch. I promise, to you! The King in the North!" He fell to his knees and offered Jon his blade raising it high above his head. The rest of the lords looked at him and Glover's words resonated in them and they remembered Jon's bravery on the battlefield and knew that he put his life on the line for them and they would do the same.
One after another they all fell to their knees offering Jon their blades in both apology and acceptance for the most needed help they were going to give. He smiled at them and relief overcame him. They always had a tendancy to make a moment more dramatic.
"Rise my lords! And thank you, I'm sure Daenerys will greatly appreciate your help as well." They all stood in sync and Lord Glover approached Jon giving him a strong handshake and bashed his shoulders on his to show their equal respect for each other.
They all went back to drinking but the atmosphere was very lively and loud cheering came from them as they told stories of Robert Baratheon and his rebellion with Ned Stark and of Robb Stark, The Young Wolf and his great deeds in the War of the Five Kings. Jon sat in admiration listening to these great stories from the men and thought of Robb and his bravery but was met with sadness when he recalled the way he was murdered, in a wedding no less and his wife who was savagely butchered. He had even felt bad for Catelyn, nobody deserves to die like that. As he pondered through his thoughts he had completely forgotten that Dany was waiting for him in their chambers and quickly rose to his feet.
"Forgive me my Lords I have to-", he was interrupted by the doors to the great hall opening and through it walked in Dany who was wearing an elegant and dragon patterned white dress. Missandei was close behind her and Dany was walking quickly at Jon who stood still staring at her beautiful presence. The Northern lords noticed Jon's hypnotised look and all of them chuckled amongst themselves.
"Where have you been?" She yelled at him which broke his gaze and he recoiled slightly at her words.
"I've been here persuading them to join you in the fight against Cersei" he pleaded to her, trying to get her to understand. She looked at the table and noticed the tankards of ale in the men's hands. Turning back to Jon with a look of disappointment on her face and he went from a desperate smile to a scared expression which the Northern lords laughed at.
"And then you decided to have a drink rather than come back to me, forcing me to put on a dress to come and find you? Is that right?" Jon was speechless, his mouth wide open in shock and his eyes scarcely met with Dany's. Laughter could be heard clearly from the lords as they looked in hysteria at Jon who was defenceless against the furious Dany.
She began laughing and grabbed Jon's hand which put him at ease yet still quite confused. "Don't worry Jon I don't care I'm just teasing you." He laughed with the men and pulled Dany into a warm and tight hug. He took in her scent and was intoxicated by it almost forgetting about her teasing which he hated most of the time but sometimes he enjoys it. Snapped out of his daze he remembered that they weren't alone in the room.
"So my Lords" Dany said as she turned to face the drinking men, "have you decided what you are going to do?" Glover stood up from his seat wiping away the froth from his mouth and let out a burp which surprised even him. "Aye, my Queen that we have. We will help you when the time comes you have our word." He sat back down and Dany was smiling widely at it, her faith of victory was rekindled and it was all thanks to Jon she thought, she would personally thank him for it tonight. Turning to face Jon who was admiring her, she approached Jon and gave him a quick kiss which took him by surprise.
Jon leaned in closely and whispered into her ear.
"I don't want to be quiet tonight" he bit her earlobe as he backed away. She felt the desire for him grow inside her, even though they had already spent many nights before together, it was this night that she was looking most forward too. Although she knew that they couldn't be loud in the castle, it wouldn't be fair on anyone else listening to her screams of pleasure whilst they try to sleep. Then the solution came to her, it was so obvious that she was surprised that she didn't think of it before.
"If we go to the camp where my Dothraki are then we can be as loud as we want, and if anyone wonders why we have gone then we can write it off as an inspection or something." Dany told Jon as she pulled him away so no one else could hear them speak. Jon gave her a grin and nodded his head whilst caressing her cheek.
"That sounds like fun" he responded thinking about what the night has in store for them.
"We should at least stay awhile and talk else it will look suspicious, wouldn't you agree?" Dany smiled knowing that Jon wanted more ale and then walked to the table with him and joined the Northern lords who were cheering and singing off key. Missandei was confused on what to do but was sent a inviting gesture by Dany and then quickly came and sat with the rest, enjoying good ale and conversation.