After Jon and I broke away, I turned to see Sansa looking at me with tears in my eyes. I smiled as she moved quickly forward and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back tightly. I thought I'd never see her again. She pulled away and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes as she smiled.
"Tormund, will you take them inside the Great Hall, please? I'm going to deal with this one" Jon asked, grabbing Ramsay by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up. A tall, big ginger man walks over to Sansa and I. I wince in fear and pain as he places a hand on my shoulder. He guides us towards the great hall where some northern men are tearing down the flayed man banners.
"We should get you cleaned up, and that can't be comfortable," Sansa says gesturing towards the bit of metal that was around my right ankle. I nod, unable to find my voice. I follow her out of the great hall, Tormund trailing behind us as we move towards the hot springs.
"You should go see if my brother needs any help," Sansa tells Tormund. He nods and gives me a smile.
"It's good to meet the woman he hasn't shut up about," Tormund says as he turns to leave.
I walk closer to the hot spring, smiling at the feeling of the heat and mist it produces. Sansa turned around as I quickly undressed, taking off the ratter dirty dress I had been wearing for months. I walked into the pool and sighed. I was finally warm. The bruises that had covered my body like a blanket were soothed by the hot water.
"You can turn around now," I tell her, watching her turn around to face me. She sits down by the pool and beckons me to come towards her.
"Here, let me put your hair up," she says. I move towards her and turn around. I flinched the first couple of times she touched my hair, but I got used to it after a while. She didn't have a man's touch and for that I was grateful. We didn't say much. By not talking we could pretend that it was just another day in Winterfell. Even though we knew we weren't the same as before. After she finished braiding my hair and pinning it up in a bun, she rose to her feet and grabbed my ratty dress.
"I'll go get you something more suitable to wear," she tells me as she leaves. I move around the pool of warm water, rubbing my hands gently over my body to make sure it's clean. I lean my head back against the bank and close my eyes, slowly bringing the water up to a boil.
"Rhaella!"
I jumped and quickly sat up, opening my eyes to see Jon running over to me.
"What? Has something happened?" I ask, looking around. Were Ramsay's men still here?
He stopped in his tracks and looked at me confused, looking down at the boiling hot pool of water. It was then I understood his fear. I swam back across the pool towards him, resting my arms on the bank beside him.
"It's okay...It doesn't hurt me like it would most people" I say gently as he moves his gaze away from the boiling water and towards me.
"Are you doing that? Making the water boil?" he asks, slowly taking a seat on the bank in front of me. He was still so dirty, he had wiped most of the blood off his face but there was still some scattered about his cheeks and brow.
"Yes," I answer simply, lowering my body temperature, bringing the water back down to its normal temperature. He smiles softly.
"So you finally got warm then?" he asks. I nod with a small smile. We look at each other awkwardly for a few moments.
"Would you like to join me?" I ask the words leaving my lips before they can reach my brain. He looks at me a bit startled.
"Are you sure?" he asks. I take a shaky breath and nod. He starts taking off his boots, I turn around to give him privacy, trying my best to keep my body from getting too warm. I didn't want to burn him. But I was also terrified and nervous, emotions that tended to cause my body temperature to spike. In my mind, I knew Jon wasn't Ramsay. I knew that Ramsay was locked up and would never touch me again, but my body didn't know that.
I turned around after I felt him enter the water. Slowly I made my way towards him until I was in front of him. Slowly I raised up my right hand and cupped his cheek. It was warm and full of life. It brought tears to my eyes. He raised up his hand in response, making me flinch as he put a hand on my cheek and slowly brushed away my tears. I leaned into his touch, feeling like the 15-year-old girl I once was.
"Why are you crying?" he asks softly, slowly running his thumb over my cheek.
"The last time I saw you...you were dead, laying on a table at Castle Black" I mumble, looking down from his gaze.
"Look at me, please" he whispers. I move my head up to look into his deep brown eyes and I can see tears in them.
"I swear to you, that I will never leave your side again for as long as I live," he tells me, looking deeply into my eyes.
"I'll never leave your side either" I reply, resting my forehead against his. His places a hand on my waist, making me wince in fear and pain, but I hold it back as much as I can.
"I love you. I've always loved you and I promise you won't lose me again" I whisper.
"I love you too, and you won't lose me either. I promise" he mumbles back. Our lips connected in a soft passionate kiss. I finally felt whole again, like the hole in my heart was finally filled. I rested my hands on his chest as he kissed me and pulled me closer. Oh, how I missed these lips and being held by his arms.
"Ahem"
We instantly broke apart and looked to the bank where Sansa was holding a dress.
"When you two are finished, suppers ready in the Great Hall," she tells us with a knowing smirk, setting my dress down on a nearby boulder before she walks away. I feel the heat rising to my cheeks and Jon winces under my touch. I quickly take my hands off of him and back away a bit.
"I'm sorry, I don't have control over it sometimes" I explained. He moves closer to me and wraps his arms back around my waist. I tried my best to hide my flinch but the water shook around me.
"It's okay, you just surprised me is all" he replied with a smile. I smiled back and let my hands rest on the top of his shoulders. I brought one of my hands up and wiped away some dirt and blood from his cheeks. He had a beard now, something that still threw me off a bit when I touched his cheeks.
I continued to quietly wash the dirt from his face. I moved my hands to his hair and gently pulled his hair out of the knot. His raven curls fell from his knot and he gave me an odd look.
"I'll put it back in a knot for you when we're done" I mumble. I took my arms off his shoulders and gave him a look. He rolled his eyes and quickly dunked his head under the water. When he came back up he immediately wiped the water from his eyes and pushed his hair back. He moved towards me and brought his hand up to my hair. He released it from the bun, then the braid. My silver hair fell down towards the water, framing my face.
"Your turn", he says. I smile and move back a bit. I take a deep breath and dunk my head under the water. I surface with a gasp, the cold air pricks at my face but I don't care. For a moment I couldn't feel the bruises or cuts across my body. There was only him and I in the hot springs. I wiped the water from my eyes, feeling instantly cleaner. I moved towards the bank of the hot spring.
"We shouldn't keep them waiting," I say, glancing over my back to look at Jon. He nods and moves towards me.
"Can you help me out?" I ask, he chuckles.
"Of course," he says. He places his hands on my waist, making me flinch for what felt like the hundredth time. He lifts me up so I sit on the bank of the pool. I look at him as he glances over my body. I think I can see tears in his eyes but I'm not sure.
"I'm so sorry I-"
"Don't...please I don't even want to think about it. But it's not your fault okay?" I say, quickly cutting him off. He says nothing as I rise to my feet shakily, the shackle on my right ankle was gone...melted off maybe but my skin was still sore. I limped over to the clothes Sansa had got for me and slowly pulled them on. I heard him get out of the water as well as I tried to lace up my dress. I struggled for a while until Jon set his hands on my waist, making me flinch yet again.
"Here, let me" he mumbles, gently lacing up the back of my dress. I hold my hair to the side, drying it with my hands. I turned around when he was finished. He was wearing his trousers and undershirt, his hair dripping down his back.
"Let me fix your hair," I say, moving forward and turned him around. I dried his hair with the heat from my hands and pulled it back into a knot for him. I braided my hair while he finished dressing and pulled on his cloak. I smoothed out my snow white dress with fur lining and pulled on the boots. My hair was pulled back into a braid that sat on my right shoulder.
We made our way towards the Great Hall in silence. There was so much that needed to be said but not enough time. When we entered the Great Hall most of the soldiers were seated at the tables, eating and talking amongst themselves, but everyone went silent when we entered.
"Nice castle you got here Snow!" Tormun called from one of the tables, raising a cup to us in a toast. The rest of the room erupted into cheers and laughter as we made our way to the high table where Sansa, Ser Davos, and the red woman were waiting. The only available seats were the Lord's and Lady's. I hesitantly moved to sit in the Lady's chair. Jon pulled it out for me and took a seat next to me.
The cooks brought out plates of food and drink for us and I could feel my stomach grumble at the sight. I tried my best to seem dignified as I ate, but I was starving. Months of living off crusts of bread and water made my body weak and crave the taste of meat. I ate as much as my stomach could handle, which wasn't much. No one spoke to me, no doubt because I was focused on my food. But everything I had to say would take more time than a single meal.
I sat with my shoulders in a rigid position, afraid that if I let my guard down something horrible would happen. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jon placed his hand on mine on the table. He gave my hand a light squeeze of reassurance and continued to talk with Ser Davos. His hand was a comfort in mine. I felt so out of place, sitting here, pretending to be a lady. I was a princess and lived for years as such. I tried to put this place and him out of my mind for so long. To finally be back here, with him by my side, I could hardly believe it was true. Maybe I was dead...maybe Ramsay had killed me in the night and this was all a dream.
"Are you alright?" Jon asks, turning to talk to me. It took me a moment to process what he had said before I answered.
"Fine...why?" I mumble back, turning to look at him.
"Well you look like you're waiting for someone to attack you," he says looking at me with concern. His brow was furrowed as he assessed me.
"I just never imagined I'd be here. With you. Let alone sitting here" I answered, looking around the room. The room full of men.
"I know. It feels strange sitting where Father sat. I keep waiting for him to come out and tell me to get out of his chair" Jon says with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. I give a light chuckle in response and take a drink of water. We continue on with our meal, holding hands and talking about how meals used to be. After the meal was done we walked up to the battlements that overlooked the countryside. Sansa was there looking out as well.
We stood by her side and looked out over the snow-covered land. It was snowing now and more than the summer storms. Winter was here.
"I'm having the Lord and Lady's room made up for you," Jon tells her.
"No, you should have it. You both should" Sansa says turning to look at us.
"You are the Stark in Winterfell, which makes you it's Lady. You should have the rooms" I say with a smile. She smiles back.
"Thank you" she answers and turns back to look over the battlements.
"A white raven arrived, from the Citadel. Winter is here" she tells us. We look on in silence for a little while more.
"Did you ever think we'd come back? After the day we left and after everything happened?" I ask, the snow starting to sizzle around me.
"No" they both answer.
Eventually, we move back towards the chambers. We leave Sansa at the Lord and Lady's chamber and Jon walks me to mine. I slowly push open the door and smile at the room. It was almost just how I left it. The maids had started a fire and put fresh furs on my bed and there on top of my bed was my sword, Black Sister. I quickly walked towards it and picked it up.
"How did you come across a Valyrian Steel sword?" Jon asks, moving towards me and closing the door behind him. I took a deep breath. We had to talk eventually, it might as well be now.
"In King's Landing, down where they keep the old dragon skulls. I found it in a chest" I answer, moving to place my blade against the wall by the fireplace.
"And how about you? Where did you get yours?" I ask, turning around and motioning to the sword he wore on his hip. Slowly he drew his blade from his sheath and held it out in his hands for me to take.
"The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch gave it to me" he answered as I looked over the blade, with a wolf's head pommel. I handed it back to him and he walked over to the fireplace to put it next to mine.
"How did you end up here?" he asks. I take another deep breath and sit on the edge of my bed.
"It's a really long story" I mumble with a dry laugh. He walks over and takes a seat on my left.
"We have time"
So I proceeded to tell him about my adventures. I talked about King's Landing. I talked about finding the sword and the egg. Escaping with Myra, our daughter. About crossing the narrow sea and finding my sister. The battles I fought and won. I briefly mentioned Monell. I told him about Meereen but I paused when we got to that point of the story.
"How did you know...about what happened to me?" he asks. I rise to my feet to stand before him and start fiddling with my finger, where my ring would normally be.
"You're going to think I'm mad" I mumble, looking down at my fingers. How do I say this? How do I tell him without seeming crazed?
"I had a vision...one night in Meereen after the Harpys forced my sister to flee. I have these dreams sometimes, about you. Dreams about you in the future and then you from the past. But that time, it was different. I was in Castle Black and I watched you walk down those steps. I swear you turned your head and looked at me...you cupped my cheek before...before you died. I woke up and I knew...the gods were giving me a chance to save you" I said, looking up at him. He stayed silent. Oh, he did think I was mad. I don't blame him, I would think I was mad too.
"I've had the same dreams...about you. That night when my men stabbed me, I saw you" he says looking at me with wide eyes. I falter for a moment. No, this was crazy. Our dreams couldn't be...could they? I bite my lip to hold back my tears. I was crying too much these days. He reached out and grabbed my hands, pulling me to stand between his legs.
"I don't think you're mad...because if you are then I must be too," he said with a half smile, making me smile for a brief moment. I sit back down next to him.
"What about you, tell me about your time at Castle Black," I say, moving my legs so one of them was tucked up so I could face him properly.
He took a deep breath and told me his story. He told me about Maester Aemon, going beyond the wall. The white walkers. He briefly mentioned a wildling woman named Yigrette. How he became Lord Commander, getting stabbed. Assembling his army to take back Winterfell.
After he finished talking I stayed quiet. My mind was racing with everything he just told me, but my main focus was on the dead. The dead that rose up and had blue eyes, that wanted to kill us all.
"So where do we go from here? What's our next step?" I ask with a heavy sigh. He takes a deep breath.
"I'm not sure. The men of the Night's Watch need more men to man the wall against the incoming threat. But...I'm tired of fighting" he admits, placing his head in his hands. I slowly place my left hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently.
"I know...but the war isn't over yet. The war of Kings or the war against the dead"
"Is it horrible that I don't care? The only thing I've wanted to do is get back to you. And now that you're here, now that I'm not bound by a vow...I'm ready to stop fighting and...settle" he admits, putting his hands down to look at me. I pull my hand back and look at him confused.
"I don't understand what you're saying" I admit. He turns to look at me and takes my hands in his.
"I want to marry you. I want to start the life with you we should have started years ago" he says, looking deeply into my eyes. Oh, curse the gods for Jon Snow's eyes. He could get me to do or say anything with those soft brown orbs. I pull my hands away from his.
"It's been five years"
"And I've loved you for all of them"
"Jon we can't"
"Why not?" he asks. He looks hurt, and that look of pain makes my heart ache.
"I'm a princess now. I have duties, responsibilities" I say rising to my feet.
"Like what? You said so yourself that your sister was the Queen" he says, raising his voice just a bit. I feel my blood start to boil at his words.
"Just because she's the Queen doesn't mean I don't do things also!" I spit, glaring at the man who sat before me.
"Like what?! What is so important that you can't have a life with me?!" he shouts, rising to his feet. He was giving me the famous angry Stark look.
"Believe it or not Jon Snow I actually have a life back in Meereen! I was about to be married off to one of the older houses so my sister could maintain her claim as Queen! My sister can't have children which makes me her heir apparent!" I shout back, sticking my face in front of his.
"So I have to keep myself ready and available! I have to be ready to make another match for her sake because she is my sister and she is my queen and nothing is going to change that" I spit, turning on my heel and opening up the door.
"Where the hell are you going?!" he shouts.
"It's none of your damn business!" I shout back and slam the door behind me.
"Damn that man" I grumble under my breath as I start walking. I made my way through the courtyard and towards the broken tower. I made my way up the winding steps I had been climbing since I was little. I stood out by the opening and watched as the sun began to set, wishing it was a sunrise. I wish I could go back...to that day in Winterfell before everything changed. Jon and I could have run off, started a farm together and be happy. It was everything I always wanted. Now here he was, dangling it in front of me like a string for a cat.
He wanted to marry me...I could still barely wrap that idea around my mind. It brought a smile to my lips but a pain in my chest. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't marry Jon. I was the Queen of Dragons. If I ever married it would have to be to better my sister's claim.
"I thought I'd find you here" he whispered. I turned around to face him, trying my best to hold onto my anger, but I couldn't. I sighed as he walked closer to me.
"I'm sorry" we both said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say or assume that you don't have a life or that what your doing isn't important. I just...I just got you back and I don't want you to go, ever" he says, moving his bare hands up to cup my cheeks.
"I'm sorry too. I do want to marry you. It's what I've always wanted but...I have to talk to my sister first. But no matter what happens,...I'm going to spend the rest of my life by your side" I tell him with a smile, leaning into his touch. He smiles back and leans towards me, connecting our lips. My hands rest on his chest as his hands bring my face closer to his. His lips feel cool against mine and it sends shivers down my spine. By the time we break away, the sun has already set and the stars are twinkling through the broken stone.
We make our way back to my chambers. He closes the door behind him while I get the fire started back up. I kneel in front of my old chest as best I can and pull out one of my old night shifts.
"Do you want me to go?" he asks.
"No, I don't. Besides, I need someone to help me with these laces" I reply with a smile. He smiles back as he takes off his gloves, while I work on my boots. Once my boots are off I walk over to him and turn around so my back was facing him. I didn't wince when he touched me this time. He quickly unlaced my dress, causing it to pool on the floor. I stepped forward and pulled on my night shift which I laid on the bed prior. When I turned around I saw him pull off his cloak and shirt.
Before he could take off more I stepped forward and placed a hand on his chest, where the scars were. And there, a couple inches away from my hand hung the direwolf necklace. I held it in my hands for a second before letting it go. But my hand made its way back to his chest, tracing lightly over the scars. When my hand traces over the lowest one he finches a bit from my touch.
"I'm sorry, do they still hurt?" I ask, looking back up into his eyes.
"They're just a little sore," he says with a soft smile. I smile back.
"Here, lay down...I want to try something" I mumble, gesturing towards the bed. He lays down flat on his back while I move to the left side of the bed and take a seat by his side. Slowly I lay my hands on his lower left side, where his scar is. Then I summon a very small amount of heat into my palms. He looks at me confused until the heat hits his skin. When the heat hits his skin he tilts his head back and closes his eyes, a small groan leaving his throat.
The sound makes me smile and laugh a little.
"Does it feel good?" I ask with a teasing manner as I slowly move my hands over his ribs.
"Very" he answers with a small chuckle that makes me smile. I move my hands higher, to where his heart is, but I fumble a bit because of my messed up leg and almost fall on top of him. I catch myself before a do, and he does the same. His hands rest on my waist and my braided hair falls forward. Our faces aren't very far apart, and he knows it. He moves my waist a bit so I'm straddling him with my legs on either side of his body.
He quickly moves his lips up to dance with mine. The kiss is passionate and full of fire. I try to make sure that my skin doesn't burn his but I get lost in his touch. His right-hand moves up from my waist to the back of my hair, gripping it lightly and pulling me closer. My hands moved to rest on his chest, trying my best to keep up with his feverish kisses. His lips move to my neck, bringing hushed whimpers to my lips. I tilted my head back to give him full access to my neck. He slowly sat up, keeping me in his lap. His left hand moved from my waist to the small of my back. His lips continued to leave kisses on the left side of my neck, his beard and mustache lightly scratching against my skin.
My hands moved to the tops of his shoulders as his lips traveled down to my collar bone and the front of my chest. My heart was racing in my chest, I could barely contain the dragon fire within me. Wasn't I burning him? As his lips moved lower my hands moved to the back of his knotted hair, tugging on it gently. Gods how long had it been since we last had one another? Since I last felt his lips on my skin? My fingers through his hair?
My lips moved forward a bit, grinding against his growing manhood. He groaned against my skin and his grip on my waist tightened. But his roughened hand sent a shock through my spine. I was thrown back to a couple nights ago. Suddenly it was no longer Jon kissing my skin, but Ramsay bitting it, with his fingers clawing into my skin.
Immediately I pushed him away and scooted quickly to the foot of the bed. Jon looked at me confused with his chest heaving from the labors of passion. My chest mirrored his no doubt, but my labored breathing and my trembling limbs were from fear, not passion.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean...I just I-I" I mumbled, falling apart in front of him. He moved to his knees so he could be closer to me. I sat on the foot of the bed and tucked my knees up to my chest. It pained my right leg to do so but I needed that barrier between me and him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you into anything" he says softly. My fingers tremble as I wrap my arms around my knees.
"You didn't...and I wanted to...you don't know how badly I want to but..." I mumble, my words trailing off. How could I tell him that it wasn't his face I saw? That I wanted him to touch me but not? My heart was starting to race, the walls of the room were closing in around me. Ramsay's voice was slithering around the room.
"Hey...hey just look at me alright?" Jon asks softly, moving to sit back down again. I looked into his eyes, and he offered me his arms. He was asking permission to touch me...asking if I wanted him to touch me.
My hands trembled as I let go of my knees. Slowly I crawled over to him, on his left side. I let him gently place his arms around me as I laid down on his chest. He rested his chin on the top of my head as I started to cry. He didn't pull me tighter like I thought he would. He didn't whisper sweetly to me or rub my back, he just held me.
I tried to hold back my tears and bite back my sobs, but I just couldn't. I had spent years being strong, pushing my emotions and feelings aside so I could escape, or fight. But I was so tired of being strong. For just once in my life, I wanted to be weak...without being vulnerable. So, I stopped biting the inside of my cheek and started to sob.
I cried into his bare chest while he held me. I cried for all the things I had lost. For everything, I had suffered. I cried for Hope. I cried for Robb. I cried because I knew I could never get the terrible things Ramsay has done to me out of my head. I cried out of fear. Fear that I could never be with Jon again, not like we were before.
I don't know how long I cried for. But over time my sobs turned into whimpers which turned into silence. I wiped away the rest of my tears and the wetness from my cheeks. My head was pounding with pain and my eyes ached from crying.
"Do you remember the time you, Robb, Theon and I spent the night in the wolves wood?" He asks.
"What?"
"Do you remember that night? When me, Theon and Robb snuck out of our chambers and you caught us on our way to the wood? We kept telling you to go back to bed. That a girl couldn't sleep out in the woods. And you crossed your little arms and stamped your foot and said 'If you don't take me with you I'll tell father'. We all walked out to the woods with our cloaks and blankets, except for you. We made a small fire and talked about war and fighting. Robb told stories about the old dragons and the conquering of Westeros because you asked. We were going to go back inside, but you fell asleep, with your head in my lap. Robb covered you with his cloak and told me to be still so you could sleep. He said you were having a lot of nightmares and that any sleep you could get would do you good. I watched you sleep for a while. You would smile or furrow your brow sometimes. I remember thinking how beautiful you were...and looking back on it now, it was one of the first times I fell in love with you"
I smiled at that. I could only remember bits and pieces of that night with him. But to hear him talk about it was something else completely.
"First times...there were others?" I asked, snuggling into his chest even more. He moved his arm a bit tighter around me and started to rub small circles into my back.
"A few" he mumbles, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Will you tell me?" I ask. He chuckles.
"Maybe another time...I think you should get some rest," he says, moving to get up but I stop him.
"Stay...please. I'm fine with this it's just...the other stuff I'm not ready for" I say, moving up to look at him. He smiles and scoots down so he's laying on the bed next to me. I lay down next to him. Laying my head and left hand on his chest. He continued to rub circles into my back until I fell asleep.
The next morning we were given the word that some of the other Northern houses were coming to speak and that they'd be here around midday. After breakfast, Jon had to talk with Ser Davos about something so I decided to go to the Godswood. There sitting before the tree was Sansa. I was about to say something but she beat me to it.
"Do you remember the last time you were here...in front of this tree?" she asks. I take a seat next to her.
"Yes, I do. It was with Robb" I answer with a sad smile.
"I saw you two here... the silly girl that I was thought you two were declaring your love" she mumbles.
"You weren't all that silly," I say with a teasing smile, lightly bumping her shoulder with my own.
"So are you going to leave us then? Go back to where ever it was you came from?" she asks.
"No...not yet a least" I admit, looking up at the bleeding eyes of the tree. She turned to look at me which made me turn to look at her. She had pain in her eyes, a pain I had experienced as well.
"I'm so sorry...for telling the queen and for your child," she says quickly. I immediately pull her into a hug.
"It's okay...I forgave you for that ages ago. I'm just happy that you're here and safe" I mumble over her shoulder as she hugs me back.
"Me too...I missed you so much" she admits as we break away.
"I missed you too...tell me everything that's happened I want to hear it all," I say eagerly.
"I uh. Not right now. Jon will be expecting us soon" she says with an awkward smile. I nod and we both rise to our feet as we make our way towards the Great Hall. We enter and take our seats. She sits on my right while Jon sits on my left. We sit and talk for a bit as we wait for everyone to enter.
The conversations start off lightly, well as light as a Northern conversation can be. Jon was chastised for letting the free folk over the wall. He kindly reminded the men that they fought beside him like everyone else. When even some of the Northerners wouldn't rally to his side. But Lord Cerwyn argued that the war was over and that winter was here. That everyone should ride home and wait out the storm.
"The war isn't over. The true enemy doesn't wait out the storm, he brings it" Jon argued.
At this everyone broke out into arguments and the hall disrupted into chaos until Lyanna Mormont raised her voice. She confronts the men who supposedly swore an oath to House Stark.
"We stated, that we Northerners from Bear Island know no King but the King in the North, whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard. Jon Snow has Ned Stark's blood running through his veins, and that makes him my King until my last day" she states turning to look at Jon. The rest of the room dissipates into quiet chatter. I look over at Jon who gives me a worried look.
Suddenly Lord Wyman stands up and begins to speak.
"Lady Mormont speaks harsh but true. My son was there with your brother and died by his side at the Red Wedding. I ignored Jon's summons because I thought he was fighting for a lost cause and I see that was wrong now. Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding! He is the White Wolf! And King in the North!" Lord Wyman states, drawing his sword and kneeling before Jon. Lord Robett draws his sword and does the same.
"You are the King, and I humbly ask your forgiveness" he states.
"There is nothing to forgive" Jon answers. Lord Glover gets up and states his allegiance to House Stark for the wars to come. He bares his sword and calls Jon a king. This sets off a chain reaction and all of the other Lords do the same. Even Ser Davos. Jon rises to his feet and smiles at the room who kneels before him. I glance at Sansa and see her smile fade just a bit.
Jon glances at me and smiles and I force a smile back. The game just changed again, and this time I had no clue how to play.