Game of Thrones: Deadly Alliances

Chapter 36 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

Reviews

Boris Yeltsin: Yeah, she has, on both counts.
jean d'arc: Yeah, it's a bad situation for Margaery, luckily, there is still one bit of hope left for her. Glad you liked it.
wazzup11: She certainly is, even if found, she faces real problems. However there is still one thing left that could save her that, as will be revealed next time.
Wolfgirl2013: Thanks :)
Veridissima: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it; yeah, it's looking pretty bad now.
Marina Ka-Fai: Yeah, she certainly did; but she needed to turn Tommen against Margaery too; however she is forgetting one crucial detail, which will come to light next time.
CadeTheSlowpoke1: No it isn't, but as mentioned to others; Margaery still has one hope left, in regards to the letters implicating her.
SLP: True, but it's Cersei, she never sees the big picture remember. Although do consider, in the time era this is set in, dishonour to one family member affected the whole family, with these letters implicating Margaery could lead to her being disowned by her family. However, there is still one issue which Cersei thankfully overlooked and will be brought up next time.

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Jon

Jon was on his feet immediately; the darkness of the Lord Commander's chambers was kept at bay by the fire in the hearth, which had not burned out yet. What had woken him was the cries of an infant, his own infant son. His brother's had said nothing about the boy surprisingly, but then, everybody was more focused on the upcoming battle, more than anything else.

Jon knew he had a reprieve, a reprieve to be with his son; out of respect for Ygritte and her culture, he had chosen not to name him yet. He immediately picked up his son and cradled the boy. He bit his lip worried, but the infant didn't seem hungry, nor did his swaddling clothes need changing.

'Just a nightmare; that must be what it was.' He thought to himself.

Relieved that he didn't need to wake up Gilly or Val, who had both volunteered with nursing duties for the baby, he gently cradled the boy as he walked back and forth. He spoke softly, doing his best to soothe his son. Gradually the boy's cries lessened and Jon relaxed slightly. He looked down at his son, still in disbelief.

He shook his head. 'A son, after everything I said, everything I swore, I have ended up with a son, a child of my own, a bastard like me.'

Yet it was that very fact that made Jon proud.

He smiled softly at the boy, impossibly clear grey eyes, mirrors of his own stared back at him. He blinked once, twice, before smiling; his tiny hand reaching out to grasp at his father. He then yawned, belched softly and his eyelids fluttered closed as he made himself comfortable in his father's arms.

Jon walked over to the window and stood there, gazing out at the courtyard for a while, gently rocking his son; who no longer cried and was now breathing softly. He let out a sad sigh and shook his head, there was one overwhelming thought however.

'It doesn't matter in the end, what happens…Once this war is over, one way or another, my son's time at the Wall will come to an end.' He thought forlornly. 'If we fail, he will die along with everyone else. If we succeed, that's when the other brother's will start to pay attention. I cannot keep him here, cannot keep my son…'

Just the thought of it pained him more than anything else; knowing that, despite how much he loved and cared for his child, he could not keep him. It would not be tolerated, not here at the Wall, besides, the Wall was no place for a child anyway.

He shook his head. 'If only there was some way, some way I could ensure he would be safe… safe and happy, yet not remove myself; not cut myself off from the last gift Ygritte gave me.'

He turned and walked back to the crib, still contemplating sadly.

He gently laid his son in the crib and ensured he was covered before stepping back. It then hit him, he knew exactly where he could take his son.

'Of course, why didn't I think of it earlier?' He thought to himself, almost kicking himself for his absent-mindedness. 'He can live with Robb; live with him and all the others in Winterfell. He'll be safe there, happy, Robb would understand, I know he would. That way I don't have to cut myself off either. I can go and visit him on occasion, remain part of his life.'

He smiled at the thought, relieved; he decided, no matter what, that he had to get his son to Winterfell; even if this war cost him his life, he had to ensure his son would be taken to safety, that someone would take him to Winterfell.

Jon already knew who to ask. 'I can ask Sam, I know I can trust him to do that…I'll find some way to ask him, sometime.'

Still smiling, Jon began to make his way back to bed. As he did so however a strange feeling of being watched came over him. He looked around, perplexed and then froze when he saw it, in the fire. There was a face in the fire, the flames had formed a face. The face was of a man, hooded, a strange feeling of warmth came over Jon, but he remained wary.

He stepped carefully towards the fire.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice low.

The man replied surprisingly. "Greetings great one, I am Brother Jaerio of the Red Priests. I have come to see our saviour."

Jon stepped back at that, confused. "Saviour?"

"You have not heard of course, but Azor Ahai, has come again. The great hero of fire and light, to combat and destroy the Great Other, the beast of ice and darkness. With his holy sword, Lightbringer; awoken by the death of his true love on that sword's blade, he shall fight the great evil and smite it down, lest all fall to darkness."

Jon was startled by this; but also confused, very confused. He shook his head.

"I don't understand, why are you telling me this?"

It was hard to tell through the flames but it seemed Brother Jaerio was smiling.

He then replied. "You are Azor Ahai reborn."

Jon froze, eyes wide, he shook his head, this was madness.

"You, you must be mistaken, I am not…You speak of a legend, I am merely the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and a normal man." He replied.

Jaerio then replied. "No, you are so much more, reborn amidst salt and smoke beneath the stars and you bear Lightbringer, its power awoke when you fought the Great Other in the forest; pulling it from the body of your love. That is what drew me here to you."

Jon was about to protest but stopped, suddenly feeling horror and realization overtake him.

The monster he faced in the forest was the Great Other.

Lightbringer, he was talking about Longclaw, when it suddenly burst with flames when I pulled it out of Ygritte's body. The other things he spoke of, when Janos stabbed me, smoke from my blood, salt from Sam's tears, the stars overheard.'

Horrified as he was, Jon realized it all fit; he was indeed as the Red Priest said, who he now noticed had left, now he had realized his destiny. He was Azor Ahai, reborn.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please. Getting towards the end now, there are only three character POV chapters left (Davos, Sansa and Dany) and the preview of the next story.