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Edit; I've noticed all spelling errors I corrected ages ago, have returned, damn it.

Davos stood poised in the courtyard, he heard the chink of armour and his king emerged from behind a stable. "Your grace." He got in step with Jon, he didn't appear to slow down. "News has travelled fast, we've had a raven from the vale."

"Lord Baelish?- I should have expected him to butt in, he's no longer Sansa's legal guardian, he can't escort her back to vale as a hero-"

"Strangely it wasn't Lord Baelish who wrote."

Jon eased up slightly to a stroll. "Hm."

"Robin, he was distraught not to have had an invitation." Davos implied he didn't believe it himself.

"-Or irked his engagement was disregarded, I take he didn't know about Ramsay. Otherwise he would have sent reinforcements." Jon huffed, pausing just before the gate. "I'm sure someone would have advised him to."

His advisor bowed his head. "Well you certainly had someone." He unrolled the parchment to double check what he had to relay. "He pledges his loyalty to you, never the less….a little late, but this is the vale. They have their heads in the clouds. Apparently they were on the verge of sending troops."

This made Jon smirk. "I'm surprised he wrote at all, I thought Baelish had power there. Surely Petyr had his hand in this, what motivations would he have standing back?"

Davos winced. "Well, I believe he chose to come late, to miss most of the action." His breath hitched in thought. "I'm sorry to say I don't know the man, I'm not familiar with his dealings, I know he was a master of coin, and former ward of your…. Step-mother's father." He struggled. "I don't think he foresaw this arrangement, but the arrangement makes sense, and I can see by the hand in which he wrote- anger in his words, whomever they may be." He saw Jon's eyes flick up, his advisor doubted he was looking up at the heavens, but to the tower where his bride was. It was clear what was on his mind. "How are you this morning?" Davos began, but he was taking a great risk.

Jon met his eye. "How many times do you think I've been asked that?"

Be cautious, Davos. "I'm asked it every morning, perfectly mundane and boring question. Forgive me, your grace." He wasn't sure what he had gained, apart from the sour look on Jon's face. "At least tell me you had a goodnight's kip?"

Jon still looked sour. "I slept."

"Bloody hell, what did you expect?." The advisor had managed to strip the ludicrous tone from his voice. "You won't be as lucky as Ned and Cat."

That struck a chord, the sourness fell from the King's face and was replaced with a mystified look. "I can't believe you just said that…"

"Well you needed it."

A gleam came to Jon's eye. "I needed 'something.'" But it was in all seriousness, devoid of any humour and poise.

Though Jon and poise never belong in the same sentence. "Hey hey... it'll get better. Learn how to become a King first, then be a husband- then you'll get the 'something.'" Davos put the something in quotes, despite the lack of fingers. His King looked out through the gate, the older gent assumed he was studying his Kingdom, but he hoped what he had said had sunk in.

"She's just like Catelyn, you know?" The younger gent revealed wistfully.

"-I bet."

"She looks at me with trepidation." The leather around Jon's hands creaked. "It's that…or inferiority."

Davos didn't expect that. They were big words- especially for a novice, but he could tell by the air they were negative. "I doubt that, your grace. She looks at you quite fondly-"

"You don't know." Jon began to raise his voice, finally looking back at his advisor. "I could say nothing's changed, but even then she didn't look at me as dangerously as that."

Look who's talking. "She was relieved coming to castle black, when she thought you were there… her last and only brother." He mumbled the latter, seeing how it was irrelevant now, and disconcerting. "She was distraught when she found out you had been killed." Davos saw Jon grasping the gate tightly as if about to break it, he was sure if Jon hadn't been wearing gloves, his knuckles would have looked white. "-She was mystified by your resurrection, though, still I don't think she believes you were dead in the first place." -Brushing over the resurrection. He chuckled fondly. "She said you would be a tough man to kill, there is love there. When you first embraced she nuzzled you-"

The king stare was cast down, as if reliving it."-And then everything changed." There was a rattle in Jon's voice, that took his adviser a minute or so to respond. The section of gate Jon had been holding buckled, this concerned Davos. "She was manipulating me, convincing me to take back Winterfell with her sweet words and hand grasps."

"That wasn't manipulation, your grace, she was pleased to see you, but then she remembered she had an important mission, I'd say it was quite important...you needed to rescue-"

"But long before she knew of her brother, she had a hidden agenda." Jon hissed. "I succeeded her mission. She was going to be the lady of the castle, but then a new opportunity was given."

Davos knew he was talking of the union.

Jon continued."You'd have thought a girl that always wanted to be Queen would have threw herself at me." Sansa was never the type to throw herself, but she skirted by it fluttering her eyelashes. "She didn't even flirt with the idea, her whole demeanour changed when she found out she was going to be my wife. I on the other hand... could adapt quite easily to the prospect, at least that's what I thought. " He looked up at the tower. "It looks great from a distance, but up close it's dark and full of-"

Terrors. Davos sidestepped this creepy memory. "-I think you mean it's not as easy as it looks. You came to castle black to be a member of the nights watch, it wasn't a coach ride."

The older gent saw the early stages of a snarl. "And that didn't take me anywhere." Jon was so shrewd.

"You learnt how to be a man, you learnt the difference between honour and morality." Davos soothed. "The wildl- the 'free folk' are united with your people…who would have believed it!" He started to get excited, but Jon interjected.

"-It's not permanent, they'll be at each other's throats in no time. And they didn't all attend the wedding…. What does that tell you?"

"-They don't understand the concept of a wedding, some of them were there for the spectacle. They just didn't understand why you weren't stealing the northman's daughter." Davos laughed, he was fond of the songs they sung. "Give her time."

The king finally found something funny, a cheeky smile crept onto that broody face. "Well I killed her former husband, and then married her- that's sort of 'free folk' standards." Before they could pat each other on the back, a squire came to them with haste. "What?"

The man stooped. "My Lor- pardon- Your grace, A Samwell Tarly has returned with some men."

There was a series of looks exchanged, some acknowledging the name- some with confusion. "He's come here?"

"Well, your grace, if he has been told everything- would you stay in that small corner of the kingdom?" Davos suggested. "He's your friend."

"And as his friend; I advised him to go and not return or else he'd be hanged for being a deserter. He's a bloody fool!" Jon shoved by the squire and marched to the main gate, he expected to see Sam and his companions dithering in the courtyard. "Podrick, where the fuck is he?!" He saw movement through the steel and rivets.

"-At the gate, your grace, I was coming to ask if we could let him in?"

"Open the fucking gate!" He roared, and there was no echo of commands- none were needed, the gate keeper raised the gate immediately. The mechanism churned and clunked, then a portly young man bounced in on a stead, flagged by some more leaner specimens. "By eck, it is you!" Jon exclaimed.

Sam fell down from the horse. Not literally, of course. "Yes! I knew it." Sam threw his arms around Jon like a damsel. "Jon Snow, I was worried about you, worried you'd get yourself into trouble-"

"-And I did. Good to see ya' Sam." Pulling back from the embrace a little too soon, he could see his company disapproved of such manly affection. He cleared his throat. "And I got myself out. Now then-" Sam looked gormless. "Sam, you need to address me properly."

Sam sobered. "Oh, yes." He flopped to his knees with a splat. "My King, I am at your disposal." He held a rather distinguished pose, hand on heart, proud of his friend before grinning bashfully. "If you like."

"Arise… "

Davos stared. Jon couldn't knight this man, not yet.

"Maester Tarly."

Sam stood up, a little embarrassed. "Not fully, but I'm a quick learner- when it comes to memorizing stuff. But I shall happily take that title, and any duties you give me." Sam turned and noticed his party still had their head stooped low in respect. "Oh yes, introductions. This is my brother Dickon, and this is my far-"

"-Lord Randyll Tarly, your grace. I represent House Tarly." The man boomed, the man clearly wanted a seal of approval and to prove he was nothing like his eldest son. "I was told you possess great…abilities, along with your new discovered…birth right."

Davos detected doubt, and this man hadn't seen what he had seen, would deem Jon's feats nothing but myths. The Advisor chimed loudly-"Aye, his birthright, finally a man smart enough to know the truth-" Jon raised a hand to calm him.

"My birthright was withheld from me since I was a babe." Jon didn't feel right, they still weren't sure. To everybody so far he was a legitimized bastard, which had been proclaimed King by smaller folk, and had married his half-sister. "But the feats I have achieved in such a short space of time occurred before I knew what my 'right' was, now it all makes sense. It was my Destiny." The air was thick with admiration- it was just about knowing which party was generating it. "I'm not going to ask you to bend a knee, or pledge fealty. I just want you to lend me any able bodied men."

"To take King's Landing, certainly."

Jon gave a lopsided smile. "No, to defend the realms of men."