We know no king,
but the king in the north,
whose name is Stark.
Jon Snow was a simple man. He had always been that way, since childhood. He always kept his ways simple and direct. In a world so filled with political tension and an appalling amount of dishonesty he brought the task upon himself; never to become like them.
But life had not been easy on Jon Snow, repeatedly pushing him further away from his simple beliefs, and sometimes the challenges that were brought up to him; won.
The first time he abandoned his simple mind was when he for the first time in his cold and primitive existence, experienced what it was like to love another human being. To care for more than the duty, to care for someone so deeply it hurt into his mere bones.
When Jon fell in love with the fire haired woman beyond the wall, he had to accept the fact that no man could go on being simple after loving someone with that much fervour.
But she was taken away from him, and Jon had to learn that no love in the world, despite how strong and sincere, could win the battle against death. And yet again, he found himself returning to the beliefs he thought he had abandoned.
Jon Snow became blighted by frost, his face ever reflecting the darkness within. His porcelain skin, forever cold as he tried to forget the wounds his sworn brothers had so viciously brought upon him.
That was until the moment he stood before her; the mother of dragons. Her ice kissed hair, her eyes that occupied a fire no man could tame and her voice so mighty the air vibrated around the black throne room.
And then Jon Snow knew, that his ordinary simple ways wouldn't do anymore. Otherwise, this queen of fire would devour him, and that was something he could not consent to.
