"I need to go speak to Davos," Jon said as he walked with Dany in the hallways of the castle. "We can't keep her locked up for too long… Do you want to come?"

She remained silent, but her grip on his hand grew tighter.

He stopped walking and turned to face her, placing both his hands on her shoulders supportively. "Dany, you cannot let what they said get to you. You just can't."

"She knew about our child, Jon," she whispered, her voice about to break. "Our unborn baby is already involved in all this mess."

"There is no point in thinking about what may or may not happen," he said. "Maybe neither one of us is the one who was promised. They don't even know who it is, so how could we? We will defeat the Night King in our own way. Without the help of cryptic messages and false prophecies."

"I hope you're right," she moved her hand to cup his cheek.

He didn't know if he was right, but he had to be strong for her. He would never show her that the words of the red priestesses actually shook him to the core. Although he was never the one to believe in prophecy, he could not deny that the Lord of Light brought him back from the dead. He remembered what Beric Dondarrion had told him when he asked the man about the Red God's purpose.

I don't think it's our purpose to understand, he said. Except one thing; we are soldiers. We have to know what we are fighting for… we are fighting for life. Death is the enemy. The first enemy and the last.

But we all die, Jon had told him.

The enemy always wins, but we still need to fight him. That's all I know. You and I won't find much joy while we're here. But we can keep others alive. We can defend those who can't defend themselves. Maybe we don't need to understand anymore than that. Maybe, that's enough.

"Tonight we will get married," he said, placing his hand on her abdomen. "Our child will always be protected that way."

Arya Stark once again found herself observing her brother and his new Queen. She was curious as to why Daenerys asked to speak to the priestesses alone, although she did realize it had something to do with the mentioning of Rhaegar's name. Jon told her that they wanted to keep the truth about his identity as a secret, for now at least, and she agreed at the time. It would cause more conflict than needed and it may even distract people from the true fight in the North. However, looking at Daenerys and Jon now, the way she looked at him with fear in her eyes, vulnerability even… she knew there was something more to it. Then, by a mere gesture of hand, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Jon," she called out his name, and the two let go of each other. Daenerys whispered something in his ear and she walked away.

"Arya," Jon looked at his sister. "I was just on my way to speak to Davos."

"I need to talk to you before that."

He gave her a curious look. "All right," he said, and the two walked to his chambers.

"What is it?" he asked, sitting at the side of his bed. "Are you okay?"

"Daenerys is pregnant, isn't she?"

He looked at her with wide eyes. It took a while for him to speak. "Don't tell me you have been having visions as well?"

She laughed. "No… it's nothing but the simple skill of observation."

She waited for him to say something, but he didn't, his gaze remained fixed to the ground as he placed his elbows on his knees and held his face up with his palms. He looked afraid as well.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Arya, I am sorry, but this is none of your business," he spoke, his voice muffled and low.

"Come on Jon! I can help you. I am your sister, or have you forgotten that?"

"Of course I haven't," he looked her in the eyes now. "I don't know what to do. It's not like I can tell her to go off to the Eyrie with the rest of the women and children. She is the Queen, she needs to ride her dragon and fight."

"Will you ride the other dragon?"

"What does that have to do with any of this?"

"All I am saying is that you cannot keep these secrets any longer. The people need to know you as their King, that's the only way they'll accept Daenerys as Queen and your child as a prince or princess."

"Is this what you came to talk to me about?"

"No," she sighed, realizing there was no point in talking to Jon about Daenerys. She would never be able to get to him, no one could. "I just wanted to let you know that I am going to be the one to kill Melisandre."

"What?" he exclaimed. "Why?!"

"She is on my list."

"Arya… what list?"

"The list of people I am going to kill. I only have a couple left…"

He stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't shake the image he had of her as a little girl from his head. What had she become?

"Who is left?"

"Cersei, The Mountain, Ilyn Payne, Melisandre, and Beric; although it seems like Gendry has forgiven him so I'm not too sure what to do about him."

"Well, you need to get in line behind Davos. He is rather adamant about killing her."

"Sansa is the Lady of Winterfell and she named me her executioner. She makes the decisions around here, not you or Daenerys."

"This is ridiculous," he was starting to get angry, especially because he knew she was right. However, he certainly was not ready for the world to know who he is. He was still trying to accept it himself, and to add other people to the equation would only make it more difficult.

"I am sorry Jon," she said. "But this is something I have to do."

"Fine," he eventually replied, making his way to the door. "You can tell Davos yourself."

"I was wondering when you'd come to speak to me."

Bran sat in his bedchambers, across from the fireplace. He didn't need to turn around to see who it was.

Jaime stared at the young wolf, still unable to believe that it was truly him. Although he had been in Winterfell for a few days now, he was still getting trying to accept it. That the boy he pushed out of the window many years ago was alive. He thought of his youngest, Tommen, and the way he left this world. The Gods do like to play their little games, don't they?

"To tell you the truth," Jaime took a seat next to Bran. "I don't know why I'm here."

"You're here because you feel sorry," Bran said almost instantly. "Because you want to feel better about yourself. And perhaps you're wondering why I haven't told anyone."

Jaime was unable to find the right words to say. What would he tell the boy? I'm sorry I took away your ability to walk? I'm sorry I took your life away from you? No words could express the regret he felt. The Gods certainly made him pay for it, he lost his fighting hand, he lost all three of his children, and he even lost the woman he loved.

"Don't worry, I won't tell them," Bran continued. "My sisters would murder you if they found out, and that's not how you're meant to leave this world."

"I truly am sorry, Bran."

"I know you are. Because of you, Brandon Stark would never walk again. He would never become a lord, or a knight. He would never father children. But, I… I don't need to walk. Why walk when you can fly?"

"I have come to ask something of you," Daenerys spoke as she walked into Tyrion's chambers.

Tyrion turned around to look at her. "Let us sit and have a glass of wine first," he said. "You look like you need it, especially after that meeting."

She wouldn't refuse the offer to sit down. In reality, all she wanted to do was go to sleep.

"All right," he said as he poured her a glass. "What can your hand do for you?"

"Actually, I am here to speak to you as a friend, not my hand."

He stared at her for a moment. "Go on."

"I know you disapprove of my relatio-"

"I never said I disapproved of it," he finished his glass. "I was just worried about you. I still am… love never seems to end well in the Seven Kingdoms. Look at what happened to Robb Stark, to Oberyn Martell, to Rhaegar and Lyanna…

"Things are different now," she took a sip out of hers. "I have an heir to think about, and assuming he or she lives through this war, they need to be protected."

"So you're here to ask me if you should marry him?"

"No," she said. "I will marry him tonight, in a somewhat secret ceremony. However, it is of Northern custom for the bride to be given away by a member of her family; a father or a brother. And since I don't have either one… actually even if I did have one, I would still as-"

He stood up, interrupting her. "You want me to do it?"

"Come on," she teased. "Don't make me beg."

In that moment, he was reminded of why he chose her as his Queen. They might have not been on the best of terms lately, but at the end of the day she would always come to him for guidance… she would always look for a way to better herself. That made all the difference. That made her a leader worth fighting for, and a friend worth keeping.

He could do nothing but smile as he looked her in the eyes. "It would be my honor."

The godswood was strangely still and silent. The winds weren't harsh and the snow wasn't falling too hard that night, as if in preparation for what was about to happen. The only sounds were the crackle of the torches that lit up the pathway, and the shifting of feet as Jon and Sam waited next to the looming heart tree.

"I believe the last time we stood together by a Weirwood, we took the Night's Watch oath," Sam said, looking at the carved face on the tree trunk.

"We really stuck to our words," Jon said with a smile. "Feels like another lifetime."

"I really am happy for you Jon," Sam said. "This is what matters at the end of the day… despite the war and impending doom of the Others."

"Sam," Jon rolled his eyes.

"I am only kidding," he said, although they both knew he wasn't.

"Look!" Sam said, his eyes wide. "There she is. Come on, stand straight."

Jon watched as she walked towards him and his heart beat faster with every step she took. She was dressed in white furs, and that along with the color of her hair, made it look like she and the snow were one in the same. Her figure became clearer as she moved closer to him, and he could observe the little details. She let her hair loose and it fell across her shoulders so perfectly, blending with the snow flakes that fell to meet it from the sky. There was something so ironically beautiful about her, the Mother of Dragons and The Unburnt, as she walked out into the snow. She was both fire and ice.

Ultimately, when they were close enough, Sam nudged him forward, shaking him out of his trance. "Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"

"Daenerys, of the House Targaryen, comes here to be wed," Tyrion replied. "A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"

It took some effort for Jon to get the unfamiliar words out of this mouth. "Aegon, of the House Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. Who gives her?"

"Tyrion, of the House Lannister, her hand and her closest advisor."

"Queen Daenerys, will you take this man?" Sam asked.

"I take this man," Dany replied and he could see her eyes smile.

They joined hands as they knelt before the heart tree for the Old Gods to witness their union. Finally, they stood up and Jon unclasped his cape, draping it around her shoulders and carefully pinning it into place right above the neckline of her dress-and just like that, they had become man and wife. Jon then held on to the side of her face, pulling her closer and planting a soft kiss on her lips. Although it was not part of the traditional ceremony, he couldn't imagine a wedding ending without it.

While this Weirwood was the witness to many marriages, they were certainly the first Targaryens to be wed before it. It was funny, that neither Robb nor Ned married the Northern way. Jon reckoned that if they could have seen him at this very moment, they would have been proud.

"I love you," she whispered, her breath warm against the curve of his neck.

"I love you too."

Anddddddd there goes my heart. Boom. Dead. #JonerysForever

I hope you guys liked this light and fluffy chapter, I know I don't write enough of them so enjoy it while it lasts lol. For the night is dark and full of terrors.

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