Prompt: Can you do an AU where Jon is a wildling, Sansa is the Queen of the North, and are married to each other in order to form a truce?
"Your Grace, a raven arrived from the Queen in the south, asking you to reconsider the marriage proposal from the wildings once more." Tyrion Lannister said, as he smiled up at the Queen.
"I know which Queen you work for milord, but while are in the North Lands, I am the Queen, you were sent to be my council as a token of cooperation between the Southern Queen and the Northern Queen. So as my council tell me how else am I cable of appeasing the Wildings that are now under my territory?" Sansa demanded from the Lannister Lord. Rickon began to chuckle at Tyrion's unable to answer the question.
"If I may, your Grace." Brienne of Tarth asked, bowing her head.
"Please." Sansa answered, sitting back in her chair. Brienne turned towards Tyrion with a kind smile.
"The young man, who they are offering in marriage proposal is the one who almost single handled defeated the White Walkers behind the wall, and at one point saved the Queen herself from certain death during an sudden attack on our camp. What I think the queen fears is his ability to control the Ice Dragons that are from North of the Wall, is it not?"
"She was started when she saw them." Tyrion mentioned, taking a sip of wine.
"What she fears is the North having Dragons. But the Wildlings don't keep dragons as pets. The ice dragons were sent back North of the Wall, as they are no longer needed. Instead Direwolves are all we have here." Brienne ended with a nod of approval from Sansa.
"I agree. We don't have dragons with this marriage. I simply secure the safety of those in the wildings camps as citizens of the North, and under the protection of the Stark flag, While Jon, becomes apart of the council in order to keep the peace, for as long as our marriage should last." Sansa said, rising. She walked over to the window that overlooked the courtyard to see Jon Snow, Champion of the North, speaking with a friend. His direwolf Ghost standing next to him. "Please tell Daenarys she can keep her dragons. Direwolves are our friends." Ghost turned his red eyes on Sansa and seemed to smile at her.
Jon looked at the face on the trunk of the tree with interested. He felt her presence as Ghost left his side. Turning he peered at the Queen of the North who was alone.
"Do you keep to the old gods?" She asked as she ran her fingers through Ghost's fur. Her gloveless hands shined in the light.
"I keep to the gods, your Grace. Whether their old or new is you southern's views."
"I am not a -"
"Southern yes. I know you keep telling me that but to us, anyone south of -"
"Of the wall is a southern yes. I know you keep telling me that." Sansa said, walking closer to him. Jon smiled as she walked passed him and placed a hand on the face. Removing her hand she turned and gave a soft smile.
"Tomorrow we will be married here." Jon looked away. Marriage was not his choice. Especially to a southern queen, but the wildlings needed to the peace treaty with the northern lords, and needed the protection from the Southern queen. "I also know that you lost the women you actually loved to the White Walkers before you escaped to our lands." Jon's back went rigid as he turned around to look at her.
"How did you-"
"Sam. He's truly a sweet man."
"He was a crow when I found him."
"He's loyal to you."
"Sometimes." He said, looking at Ghost. Ghost had laid down near the small pond, watching his reflection.
"When I was young, I dreamed of marrying a blonde haired prince in the south." Jon looked back at her as she walked over to Ghost and kneeled looking at her own reflection. Sansa wasn't older than Jon, yet she had more responsibilities than those twice their age. Same as him. "I believed he would love me, and he would take me from this northern prison...but when I met the blonde haired prince, it was merely a cruel joke. When I escaped, I was used as a play thing for the next man, then the next, until one night, after Brienne and Podrick had killed his guards, I slit his throat in his sleep." She stood up and looked a Jon. He sensed a strong willed wall. "Winterfell is my home. No one will ever take that from again." Both looked at eachother for a tense moment.
"Why are you telling me this?" Jon asked.
"I don't know. Maybe to prove you will never take my home from me. Maybe because I'm jealous that you know what it is like to be loved. Or maybe it's my twisted way of telling you, you won't be marrying a maiden." She let out a soft sad chuckle. After a moment, they both heard the loud voices of her Queensguard yelling for her.
"Why are they yelling?"
"I ran away. A moment of quiet in the Godswoods is something I never get unless I trick my guards." With one final pet to Ghost, she started to exit the woods. Pausing to turn quickly to look at him.
"Thank you."
"For what your Grace?" He asked, as Ghost stood up and looked at her.
"For saving my life." With that, she left Jon, standing in front of his Gods, stunned. Turning to his Ghost, he smiled.
"She's more Free Folk then she thinks."
