Disclaimer: I don't own the show, anything related to it or characters from the show 'Game of Thrones' and I don't know who does but the thing is it's not me so yeah...

Pairing:

Samwell Tarly/Jon Snow

Sam let out a shaky breath as Jon moved his hand faster but stopped unexpectedly and kissed him deeply. He came undone when Jon smirked against his ear and whispered that he loved him.

His eyes snapped and he inhaled slowly as he saw Jon. His heart thumped loudly and hard in his chest but he tired to compose himself as he noticed him, those of the Nights Watch and 3 Knights from Kings Landing in his room.

They were all giving him weird looks that seemed to indicate apprehension.

He remembered feeling light-headed but nothing else. Yet, none of that was of import to him. At the moment, he just wanted them all out of the room.

Voicing his thoughts wouldn't hurt, even if it did. He just hoped people didn't find out of his boner and-or comment on it.

With a raspy but commanding and somewhat unsure voice, he spoke silently as he sat up. "Please, get out."

The knight in the middle looked like he wanted to say something but kept quiet. Everyone was walking towards the door quickly but stopped before they touched the knob to look at Jon. He stayed in place and raised an eyebrow as he just stared at Sam.

"I said, open the fucking door and get out." Everyone looked surprised at his words but said nothing and did as he commanded without question.

Jon shut the door behind him but said nothing. His friend hadn't met his gaze and he knew Sam knew what he'd seen as he tried to hide it, perhaps the others in the room had seen it as well but that they wouldn't mention.

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Minutes passed in silence, Jon had been in his chamber thinking over the day's events but he felt a headache coming on. He wanted to talk to Sam.

However, that wasn't going to happen any time soon because the members of the King's Guard were currently at council with their King.

"King Samwell Baratheon, it oddly sound fitting…" He had spoken the words quietly to himself before someone knocked on his door.

His uncle Benjen Stark knocked on the door and said in a bored voice. "We've been receiving disturbing reports."

Jon eyes narrowed slightly of their own accord as he asked. "What kind of reports?"

Benjen looked at Jeor then back at him as he replied. "The kind, I don't want to believe."

"Does this, have anything to do with Sam or his throne?"

The Lord Commander answered for the Stark in a solemn tone. "When dead men and worse, come hunting for us in the night. Do you, think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?"

Snow looked solely at the Commander as he sat up and answered quietly. "No."

Jeor nodded once and spoke. "Good. Because, I want you and your wolf with us when we ride beyond the Wall tomorrow."

"Beyond the Wall?" Jon's voice was incredulous as he looked at his uncle and the man next to him.

Mormont gave them a small smile then spoke with conviction. "I will not sit meekly by and wait for the snows. I mean to find out what's happening. The Night's Watch will ride in force against the wildlings, the White Walkers and whatever else is out there."

"Castle Black shall stand proudly. As it has and will continue to stand for thousands of years. No matter, how many men we have at our disposal. Those that are my brothers, I will command them myself."

He ended his speech by saying words that made Jon second guess himself and actually ponder. "So. I will ask you once, Lord Snow. Are you a brother of the Night's Watch or a bastard boy, who wants to play at war?"

With those words, the Lord Commander and his uncle left him alone.

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"I'm a what? Now, that is a lie sir. Take it back. I bet, my father put you up to this. How did you guy's agree to this, you are of the King's Guard…Isn't guarding the King more important than playing a cruel and clearly stupid joke, on the pudgy son of a Lord who clearly hates him."

The knights looked at each other with uncertainty and the one on the left was about to speak. But Sam beat him to it and spoke in an angry voice that was laced with agony.

"I left his house. I surrendered my title and renounced my name. Yet, here you are and here I stand. What more, does he want from me? He said; it was either, the Night's Watch or death. I chose life."

The knight on the right spoke softly but with honesty. "You, my liege are the only living son and sole heir of the late Robert Baratheon. Eddard Stark confirmed it himself and he was the King's Hand."

Sam gave them a weird look so, the Knight in the middle continued for his friend and brother in arms. "Queen Cersei, she was found a traitor to the crown by Eddard. Somehow- she managed to flee with her children and the King's Slayer, Jamie Lannister before we could apprehend them."

"What?"

The knight in the middle didn't want to be left out of the conversation, so he said. "We are sorry to have failed you and your father, truly. But if I may speak freely, your Majesty."

The man that just found out he was royalty nodded dumbly, so the knight spoke slowly but not enough to offend just inform as best as he could.

"My guess is that someone tipped them off of our plans to… before, she left and we were made aware of her treacherous ways. She sent every knight at her command to eliminate all known bastards fathered by King Robert to be executed while he was on his deathbed."

"I see…and you did, you chose life. Yours and that of you families. Instead, of those children because they were bastards and you were commanded."

The knights stood in silence as their King spoke and knew his words were true. Even if the boy before them stripped them of their positions, possessions or freedom.

They knew that only their gods or lack thereof, if they chose that route had the right to judge them. All they had done was follow the chain of command and it's order. As cruel, as it sounded or was. That is how things worked, had been and would stay.

"So…am I adopted or…?" He didn't want to think about it or finish his question but he wanted-needed an answer.

All the knights said, were two words simultaneously and they were all the answers he needed. "Melessa Florent."

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"Sam told you."

Maester Aemon nodded once and was feeding the crows in his charge as he spoke to Jon. "We're all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there's no cost to it. Honor, comes easy then. Yet sooner or later, in every man's life there comes a day when it's not easy. A day when he must choose."

Jon looked at the birds for a second then said. "And this is my day? Is that, what you are saying?"

Aemon didn't look at him as he replied. "Oh, it hurts, boy. Oh, yes. I know."

Jon ran a hand thru his hair and sighed then spoke. "You do not know! No one knows. I may be a bastard but he is my father and Robb is my brother; one will be killed by Cersei and the other wants my friend's throne. My loyalties lie with my family but…"

Maester chuckles at his irony then says. "The gods were cruel when they saw fit to test my vows. They waited till I was old. What could I do when the ravens brought news from the South? The ruin of my House, the death of my family? I was helpless, blind, frail. But when I heard they had killed my brother's son, and his poor son, and the children. Even the little children!"

Something clicked in his mind as he asked the words slowly. "Who are you?"

Aemon replied lowly. "My father was Maekar, the First of his Name. My brother Aegon reigned after him, when I had refused the throne, and he was followed by his son Aerys, whom they called the Mad King".

Seconds went by before it sunk in and Jon pieced the information together. "You're Aemon Targaryen, the girl with dragons is your… The throne belongs to Sam now but you don't care because you here, right?"

"I am a master of the Citadel, bound in service to Castle Black and the Night's Watch. I will not tell you... to stay or go. You must make that choice yourself and live with it, for the rest of your days. As I have. If Daenerys obtains it, the throne. Then it was destined to be hers but I think Sam will be a good King. All he needs is honest and trusted people at his side."

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Jon hugged Sam and gave him a sunny smile then backed away as he noticed that he had lingered a few seconds more than necessary but covered his mistake by saying softly. "Um I don't know what to say…congratulations. This is amazing, you're a King. The only one that matters."

Only a second went by before he a word was spoken in a breathless tone that made Jon's heart skip a beat. "Aye."

Jon surprised Sam by handing him his sword but he just looked at it then Jon as he spoke. "I promised Mormont, I wouldn't lose it…in case I don't come back."

"Where are you going?" The words were low, almost as if Sam were afraid of the response.

His friend elaborated in the same manner. "My uncle and the Lord Commander, they want me and Ghost with them when they ride beyond the Wall tomorrow."

"Oh… I will stay here and defend Castle Black as best as I can, until your return. Then, if you want...the Iron Throne…we… You can't die, I won't let you."

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A crow landed near Edd, one of the knights from King's Landing intercepted the message and ran towards Sam's room and the other two followed as they read the message.

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Jon gave him a gentle smile then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and asked. "It's a bad plan…what's your plan?"

The door opened before Sam had a chance to respond, they-the knight had forgotten to knock but would apologize later.

The knight on the right spoke words that surprised the new King and his best friend. "Tywin Lannister is dead."

Sam stood up and the knights looked at Jon as he asked the word. "What?"

The knight on the left replied quietly. "Apparently, he doesn't shit gold milord."

He walked out the door without another word and not waiting for an answer from his friend but heard Sam say the words. "Jon, come back."

He gave him a sad smile that said all the words he wouldn't as they looked at each other for an instant then he remembered that the world kept spinning and continued walking. His decision was made.

Once his mission was over, he would go with Sam and Ghost to Kings Landing.