I had slept for two days, and yet my body felt like I hadn't slept in weeks. I was limping. Every step I took seemed to pull on my bandaged wound and would cause pain to radiate throughout my body. Dany had left for Dragonstone on her dragon after I swore her to secrecy about my injuries. Well, secrecy aside from Tyrion and Varys. We were set to arrive in King's Landing in a day or two, and I was trying my best to seem presentable.
Jon helped me to the deck of the ship despite his disapproval at me leaving my bed. I told him that I needed to practice walking for when we arrived. I had to seem perfect in front of Cersei. I couldn't give her anything to find fault with. I had to show her that I had learned how to play the game and that I was about to win it. Jon was sitting on one of the crates as I slowly paced back and forth across the ship, trying my best to mask my pain and to walk normally. But I couldn't. It wasn't just my wound, my right leg that had never healed properly was hindering me too.
"Oh, seven hells!" I cursed as I stumbled yet again. I was barefoot dressed only in my leathers and I was tripping over air. How could I walk in front of Cersei with shoes in a dress?
"You were stabbed two days ago, you need time to rest" Jon called.
"We don't have time, I don't have time. We'll be in King's Landing in a day, I can't look...broken" I mumbled trailing off.
"You are not broken," he says sternly, rising to his feet to stand in front of me.
"Look at me, Jon...I can barely stand up straight, let alone walk all the way from the docks of King's Landing to the dragon pits"
He took my hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. He looked at me, his brows furrowed only slightly to signal his concentration. It was a difficult task. I couldn't ride in on Visenya, getting on and off of her was guaranteed to reopen my wound and cause unimaginable amounts of pain. Being carried in by a litter was too pompous and made me seem above everyone else.
"You are a Princess, why don't you ride in on a mare?" he suggests.
"I've told you before Jon, horses don't like me very much. They'd likely buck me off the moment I got on"
"We'll find a strong horse that isn't easily spooked when we arrive in the city. You can ride, at the very least to the outskirts of the dragon pits" he offers.
"I'll need help getting on and off"
"I can help with that, but for now it's the best idea we have," he says his eyes softening as he looked at me.
"I'll still need to walk to my seat, in front of Cersei and everyone else"
"I'll escort you," he says, offering up his arm for me to take. I smile as I take his arm and he leads me back and forth across the ship. The first couple of times were difficult. I would stumble and almost fall from time to time and Jon would need to help steady me. After five or six times Jon was able to predict when I was about to stumble or when my leg would go weak and he'd be able to subtly offer me support. Soon enough I was able to cross the ship without wincing or openly limping.
We stopped and Jon helped me back down to my cabin for some much-needed rest. I opened the door and before I could step inside Jon scooped me up in his arms making me laugh. He carried me across the room and laid me gently down on the bed. He was about to move away when I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him towards me, connecting our lips.
It felt like it had been ages since we'd done this. He gently crawled on top of me, both of us laughing during the kiss as he did so. He balanced his weight on his arms by my head as we kissed. Once we broke away for air, I looked down at his shirt and quickly started undoing the laces.
He moved his hand to cup my cheek, stopping my simple action.
"You're still healing...I don't want to hurt you" he says, moving his thumb across my cheek.
"You won't...you'll be gentle...but please Jon...I need you" I begged looking up into his chocolate eyes.
He stared at me, a smile moving to his lips before his lips came crashing down onto mine. My hands moved back to his shirt, frantically tugging off the material. Once his shirt was gone our lips broke apart. We very slowly and somewhat awkwardly changed positions so I was straddling his waist. The action pulled on my wound but only slightly. I ran my hands down his toned chest, taking my time to trace over his scars. I traced down to the waistline of his pants, but before I could move my hand further down he sat up and moved his hands to the front of my shirt, slowly untying the laces.
I looked down between us, watching his hands in fascination as they undid the front laces. His hands then moved gently to the bottom of my shirt and slowly helped me out of it. I watched as his gaze traveled to my bandaged wound on my right side. It had bled through the binding a little, but nothing that required immediate attention. I moved my right hand to lift up his chin to look back at me. Once he did I kissed his cool lips. His right hand moved to the back of my loose hair, tugging on it gently. I tilted my head back and moaned as his lips met my neck. The cool feel of his lips shocking my senses as his lips trailed down. His left hand moved up to cup my right breast, gently massaging it as he continued to move his lips down.
I closed my eyes in pleasure and absolute bliss. I moved my left hand to the back of his hair, tugging his knot loose and running my fingers through it as his lips moved to my left breast. His left arm wrapped around my waist, allowing me to bend back as he sucked and nibbled and kissed my sensitive chest. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain my moans as he moved his lips to my other breast. Once he was finished his lips moved back up to connect with mine in a passionate, frenzied kiss. His hands moved down to my britches and slipped them along with my small clothes off my body. I maneuvered my body as best I could to help him.
Once they were gone I moved my hands down to untie the laces of his pants. I moved so he could tug them off and then it was just us. Skin against skin with his heart beating in time with mine. For a moment we just looked at one another. Him holding me with my arms draped loosely about his shoulders. I was getting lost in his eyes and the way he was looking at me. He looked at me like I was the air he breathed. Like I was the only thing tying him to this world. It was a look that both terrified me and excited me because I knew I was looking at him in exactly the same way.
He moved his hand down between us and shifted himself so he was at my entrance. I kept looking in his eyes as I slowly took him inside of me, but I couldn't for very long before the pleasure consumed me, making my eyes close and a moan leave my lips. He made me feel complete, especially when we were together like this.
He wrapped his arms around me and gently rolled us over so I was back on my back with him hovering over me. He gently thrust into me and I was completely lost in him. He took his time with his movements, staring into my eyes as he made sure I felt every inch. My hands moved to his back, my nails lightly digging into his flesh as he made a particularly hard thrust. I moved my right hand to his cheek, lightly bringing his face closer to mine so our lips could meet.
Our lips danced together and I could feel myself reaching the end with him. I could feel myself clenching around him and he moved his lips away from mine, placing his head in the right crook of my neck, grunting against my skin. I moaned in pleasure as we both came undone. He lazily placed kisses around my collar bone before resting his head in the valley of my breasts, moving his body so that only the top half of him was laying on me.
As we lay there catching our breath I ran my fingers through his unruly curls. His hair had gotten long and was full of knots, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed the feel of his head laying against my chest. Of being totally lost in him, but it didn't exactly feel like I was lost. It was just me and him, the ship, the dragons, our scars, they all just faded away.
We both ended up falling asleep and I woke up sometime later with my head on Jon's chest and his arm draped loosely around me, holding me close to him.
I slowly moved to sit up, cringing in pain at the simple action. I watched Jon's eyes flutter open with a touch of a smile on his lips as he looked at me.
We arrived in King's Landing early the next day. The Lannister army was out and ready to meet us. The Unsullied and Dothraki had arrived earlier and were already lined up outside the city walls. They were waiting and prepared to attack if any harm should come to our party.
I was wearing a dark red dress, different from my silks, with my black cape draped over my shoulders. I was wearing boots that came up to the knee of my legs. I had my three-headed dragon broach on my right up by my shoulder, keeping my cape in place. My direwolf pendant was tucked safely under my dress, while I wore my ring proudly on my finger. My hair was loose but braided in the Dothraki fashion. A braid for each victory.
I exited my cabin and shakily made my way to the top deck of the ship once I was ready.
I arrived on the top deck to see our small party getting ready to depart. Grey Worm and Missandei were talking by the side of the ship. Tyrion and Varys were whispering to one another and glancing at me. No doubt my sister had told them about my injuries. They needed to see me at full strength just as Cersei needed too. In the center stood Jon, looking out over the other side, towards the town.
My legs trembled a bit as I walked over to him. He looked at me and smiled as I moved to stand by his side.
"You look beautiful," he tells me smiling as he looks me over.
"Like a princess?" I ask with a hopeful smile.
"Like a Queen" he replies, making me blush.
"You look like you're waiting for something" I mumbled, moving to look out over the town as well.
"Only for that" he answers. I glance at him confused before I turn back to look out over the town. There was a man walking towards us, leading a white mare to our ship. As the man got closer he started to become more familiar in his features. As he got closer to the boat he passed off the mare to one of the Dothraki to hold as he raced up to me.
"Monell?" I called in surprise as he ran up and embraced me in a gentle hug. I winced in pain as he wrapped his arms around me, causing Jon to step in and make Monell back away.
"She's still healing," Jon told him sternly.
"How are you doing Princess?" Monell asks, completely ignoring Jon.
"I'm not dead. What are you doing here? I thought you'd still be on Dragonstone" I ask.
"When the Queen returned and told us what happened I loaded up my crew and sailed straight for King's Landing to see you," he tells me looking at me with caring eyes.
"Yes well, I'm fine. Hardly a scratch" I reply with a smile that felt much too big and forced. Monell's caring look turned into a confused one.
"There were rumors that-"
"Yes and that's all they were, rumors. I'm fine, really" I say cutting him off with another large smile.
"If you say so, Princess" he mumbles, stepping back to give me a respectful bow before moving off the ship and back down towards the horse.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Jon asks offering me his arm.
"No one knows about my...injury, aside from you and Daenerys, and I'd like it to stay that way" I explain quietly as we start moving off the ship and towards the horse Monell had brought for me.
"Jon do you have-"
"I have it on my other hip," he says quickly with a smile. I had wanted to carry Black Sister with me today, but it likely would have made my injury worse.
"Thank you" I reply. Even if Jon was carrying it, having my weapon close by gave me some comfort.
Once we reached the horse, Jon gently placed his hands on my waist, being sure to avoid my wounds. He lifted me up onto the mare and placed a hand on my leg in reassurance as I adjusted myself. I draped my cape behind me and made sure my dress was properly in place before I grabbed the reins. I turned to look down at Jon who was smiling at me.
"You'll stay close?" I ask, trying my best to keep my nerves out of my voice.
"Always" he answers, giving my leg a squeeze. I urge the horse to turn towards the main road and it does in an awkward, almost nervous fashion.
I begin the long walk to the dragon pits, with everyone the rest of the party trailing behind me. The horse went no faster than a walk, but I was grateful I didn't have to walk. Even now the jostling bouncing motion of the horse was making my sore muscles and wounds ache.
I did my best to hold my head up high. To hold in and bite back my winces. In my mind, I was a strong warrior queen. I was Visenya Targaryen. I was a conqueror. I kept these words in my mind as I continued down the pathways. With each step the horse took, I could feel a fit of anger starting to boil inside of me. These people took a potential life from me. If the Lannisters hadn't ridden to Winterfell all those years ago. If Cersei hadn't locked me up like a pet and if I wasn't forced to run, my daughter might be here with me. Robb, Caitlyn, and Rickon might still be alive. Ned might be here. Jon wouldn't have left for the wall and we would have been happy.
The horse was starting to become nervous underneath me. It wasn't walking as straight and kept shaking its head and whinnying.
"Princess are you alright?" I heard Monell call from behind me.
"Fine" I answered with a huff, doing my best to calm down. I took a deep breath.
In the end, I suppose these things needed to happen. If they didn't happen, I would have never crossed the narrow sea. I wouldn't have gotten Visenya or have met Monell and my sister. I wouldn't have discovered who I am. All these horrible things, shaped me, as much as I hated every minute of it. I took another deep breath and I could feel my almost boiling anger start to simmer, which caused my horse to relax.
We arrived at the pits and made our way towards the entrance. As we did so the Lannister army started to approach. Jamie Lannister with his golden hand was walking near with Brienne walking alongside him. Both armies stopped to face each other. Neither of us was sure if we would be reaching for our blades. If one of us had laid out a trap. Thankfully it didn't seem like it.
"Ah, Queen Daenerys. Forgive me but I thought you'd be riding a dragon instead of a horse?" Jamie Lannister calls out to me with an almost mocking tone.
"You're mistaken. I am not the Queen, I'm her sister. I don't know why I thought you would recognize me" I call out with a forced smile. He gave me a confused look and moved to step closer, but the Unsullied moved their spears and prepared to strike him if he took a step closer.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I may not be a Queen but I do believe threatening a Princess is just as bad" I called out to him. He looked at me with realization washing over his face.
"The Targaryen girl that Ned Stark was hiding. Yes, I remember you" he mumbles.
"Princess Rhaella Targaryen of House Targaryen. Second of my name. Rightful Princess to the Andals and the First men. There's a lot more but I do believe you understand what my proper titles are?" I quip, raising my eyebrow.
"Cersei is my Queen, not your sister. You have no titles to me, aside from that girl who couldn't handle a little cold" he retorts.
"I'd watch your tongue. I may not be the Queen, but threatening her sister would probably yield the same result" I snapped. I could see him clenching his jaw and the angry look in his eyes, but thankfully he stayed silent.
"The entrance is this way," he said, gesturing his arm towards further around the structure. I gave him and his men another forcefully sweet smile. I called for the Unsullied to lower their spears and I urged my horse forwards towards the entrance.
I had passed my first test, at least I think I did. However, I knew that Cersei would be a much harder person to pacify. Thankfully it wasn't my job to pacify her.
Once we reached the entrance of the dragon pits, I brought my horse to a halt, causing the rest of our party to halt as well. I carefully swing my leg over to my right as Jon approaches. I rest my hands on his shoulders as he helps me down off the horse. I could feel my body flinch under his touch. I was sore, and in so much pain I wanted nothing more than to run back to my cabin and rest.
"You're doing great" Jon whispered to me as he set me down. His eyes were encouraging and I tried my best to mirror the smile he gave me. His smiles were starting to seem more and more forced these days, just like mine.
He offered me his arm and I took it happily, allowing him to escort me into the dragon pits.
We walked a bit slowly, Jon and I being the first ones to enter the pits. The surrounding walls were crumbling around us. The place looked abandoned, aside from the seating set up in the middle. There were three awnings set up. One for the King in the North, Cersei and for my sister the Queen. I had a decision to make. Would I sit with Jon and align myself with the North? Or would I sit on my sister's right, and present myself as the future Queen I was supposed to be.
The decision was made the moment I stepped foot inside the pits. There wasn't even a decision to make. Jon led me to the awning across from his own. Once I took my seat, Jon kissed the top of my hand before turning around to go to his own seat. The moment he sat down he turned into his father. Ned Stark sat across from me with a tired look on his face. I did my best to remain calm and took in a deep breath. The moment I let that breath go, Ned, was sitting across from me. That hard fatherly look adorning his face. A look much like Jon's. He was staring at me in a way that made chills run through my spine. An instant later he was gone and Jon was sitting in his place. I could see him looking at me with worried eyes.
I forced another smile on my face to try and reassure him that I was okay, but I knew he didn't buy it. I watched as the others started streaming in and moving towards their perspective awnings. Tyrion, Greyworm, and Missandei walked towards me, while Davos and Brienne moved towards Jon.
Tyrion took a seat on what would be Dany's left, giving me a curious look as he walked past me. We all sat there in silence for a while. I'm sure Tyrion had questions for me, but I couldn't answer any of them just yet. Not when I was trying to present myself in an almost perfect way.
We didn't have to wait very long for Cersei to make her entrance. She walked into the pits, her once long blonde hair was cut short and a crown was on her head. She wore a long black dress and her army was marching in behind her. I watched as she passed in front of me with her party. She gave me a curious look before she moved to her own seat at the center awning. Once she took her seat her gaze turned to me with a sly smile on her lips.
"I believe you have the wrong seat dear. Although you are only playing at being a Queen. Speaking of, where are your dragons? Or are you only pretending at that as well?" she asks with a smirk.
I bring a smile to my lips as I turn to face her.
"I am the Princess actually. We met many years ago, though I doubt you'd remember" I reply sharply. She looks at me in confusion before a realization washes over her face.
"Ah yes, I remember. You're that scared little girl who couldn't handle the cold. The girl Robert took pity on and who played at being a lady" she taunted. I could feel the heat starting to rise from the pit of my stomach. I tried my best to hold my tongue for fear of what my temper might make me say.
"Well, it is difficult to pretend to be a Lady when you are actually a Princess by right" I reply.
She made an airy noise as if she was bored with me and looked away. She turned her gaze to Jon and his party.
"Ah yes, and your lover if I'm not mistaken?" she says, the hint of a smirk on her face. I bite my tongue, not wanting to encourage her blatant rudeness. We wait in silence for a while more before Cersei speaks up again.
"Where is she?" Cersei spits turning back to me. Before I can answer, the screeching of the dragons is heard. I smile as I see Cersei flinch in her seat at the noise. We all rise to our feet and I turn to see my sister circling the arena on Drogon's back. I smile as she lands and gets off of Drogon, walking over to her seat. Once she sits we all return to our seats. I bite back a wince as I feel the pain in my wound starts to throb.
"We've been waiting here for some time" Cersei snaps at Dany.
"My apologies" Dany replies with an easy smile. Sandor Clegane rises to his feet and walks over to the Mountain who is standing on Cersei's right.
"What have they done to you brother?" Sandor spits before leaving to retrieve the wight.
Tyrion rises to his feet to address the crowd when a man saunters into the arena.
"Theon, I have your sisters. I'll kill them both unless you yield yourself to me" he spits. He turns to look at Tyrion who is looking at him in surprise.
"What are you looking at dwarf?" he spits before going to his seat.
I tune out the rest of the conversation. My eyes drift and land on Jon. I feel a wave of pain overcome me and I bite hard on the inside of my lip, trying my best to not show my weaknesses. I can vaguely comprehend what Jon is saying as he rises to his feet to begin his attempt to persuade Cersei.
But as soon as Jon rises, a figure replaces him in his seat. This time it was Robb in the chair. I almost gasped at seeing him. He looked younger than before. His dark auburn hair catching in the light with that carefree smile on his lips. This was the boy I grew up with.
I could feel my mind slipping to that day in Qarth.
I was kidnapped by the warlocks from the House of the Undying, along with the dragons, forced to wander through the chambers for what I thought was going to be an eternity. The first door I walked through led me to what appeared to be a battleground. Soldiers were fighting soldiers and all around me was death. I looked around and there in the midst of battle was Robb, fighting it out with a Lannister soldier. I was shocked. Could this be real? Was Robb really here? He seemed to glance at me and looked at me shocked with wide eyes. His look pierced my heart before a second later he was gone again.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the thudding of the crate being turned on its side. I watched as Sandor pulled out his weapon and hesitantly broke off the lock of the box. The wight inside screeched and lunged forward, aiming its attack at Cersei. I saw her gasp and clutch her seat in fear before Sandor was able to restrain the creature with its chain. He yanked it hard, back to the center of the arena and sliced the creature in half as Jon stepped up again, his cloak of furs moving with his movements. The wights upper half was crawling towards Sandor, screeching in what I assumed to be anger. Sandor cut off its outstretched hand and Cersei's maester moved towards it with a look of fascination on his face as the hand withered around in his grasp.
Jon stepped forward and took the hand from the man and grabbed a torch.
"We can kill them with fire," he said as he brought the torch to the wight's hand, letting it burn a bit before dropping it. He pulls out a dragonglass dagger and walks over to the wight's upper half.
"And we can kill them with dragonglass" he says, lifting up the wight's upper half and stabbing it in the heart, the creature's body instantly going limp.
"That is the fate that every man, woman, and child in Westeros will face if we do not win the war that is to come" Jon states, his voice filling the arena.
"All other conflicts pale in comparison to the Great War" he continues.
"I didn't believe it myself until I saw them. An entire army of undead" Dany adds from her seat.
"How many did you see?" Jamie asks from his place beside Cersei.
"A hundred thousand at least" Dany replies, causing a look of horror to appear on Jamie's face.
"Can they swim?" the rude man, Euron I believe asks.
"No" Jon replies a bit dryly. Euron rises to his feet and turns to face Cersei.
"I'm taking the iron fleet and we are going back to the Iron Islands. I have been all over the world and I've seen terrifying things, but nothing has terrified me as much as that thing there" he announces, turning to walk away. Before he does he moves over to my sister.
"You should run back to your island, while I run back to mine. And when this is all over you come find me yeah?" He mumbles before moving and walking out of the arena.
"I have terms" Cersei immediately states. I turn to look at her in surprise. I thought she might take more convincing than that.
"I will not withdraw my armies. But they will not hinder any Targaryen or Northern forces during the battle to come" she states, refusing to look my sister in the eyes. Instead, she turns to look at Jon.
"Jon Snow, you are King in the North and son of Ned Stark. I call on you to keep the truce and that you and the North remain neutral in any future conflicts to come" she continues. I look at Jon who looks at me with an apology already in his eyes.
"I cannot serve two Queens and I have already pledged myself to the Targaryen claim" he responds.
Cersei sits in a silent fury for a moment or two before abruptly rising to her feet.
"Then there is nothing to discuss" she snaps and leaves with the rest of the Lannister entourage in tow. Everyone rises to their feet except me and I watch as Jon walks over with a sheepish look on his face.
My sister walks over as well with a slightly annoyed look on her face along with Tyrion.
"While I appreciate your loyalty, maybe not making it known while we're trying to secure a truce?" Dany suggests with a bit of a bite in her words.
"Yes, learning to lie might actually be a good skill to pick up on" Tyrion quips, anger in his voice.
"If we leave here without an allegiance, everything we sacrificed, my dragon, my sister's wounds, everything will be made worthless" Dany says. Jon turns to look at me as she mentions me.
"I understand that honesty was what got my father killed, but if no one is willing to speak the truth, then everyone's words are useless. Lies won't help us in the war to come" He says sternly, looking at Dany and Tyrion. He was defending his actions.
"He's right" I reply making everyone turn to look at me. Tyrion gives me a curious look before turning back to my sister.
"Allow me to go and speak with Cersei, try to appeal to her. Alone" he suggests.
"Are you mad? She's just as likely to kill you the moment you step into the room" I say quickly.
"If I don't at least try then everything we've done to get to this point will be for nothing. Please, at least let me try" he begs. Dany gives a heavy sigh.
"Go" she replies. Tyrion gives a polite little bow and turns to follow the Lannister party. I slowly rise to my feet and start moving around the pits. I wander towards the outer edges where the bones are.
After a few minutes alone, Jon walks over and joins me.
"It's a shame what happened to the dragons" I mumble, my eyes roaming over the skulls and bones.
"Here one day and gone the next. Like me and my sister...the last dragons. The Targaryen name will die with us" I continue, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes.
"You don't know that for sure" Jon states, causing me to turn and face him. I force a smile to my lips.
"You're right...I don't know for sure. But the odds are so slim. It's easier to believe the worst" I admit.
"Maybe, but the worst may not be true, and even if it is what difference does it make?" he asks, moving closer and taking my hands in his.
"You still haven't given me a clear answer," he says rubbing the tops of my hands with his thumbs.
"I do love you, you know that. But with the war to come and everything that would come after...are you sure now is the right time?"
"It'll never be the right time...but I'd rather face the Night King with you by my side...as my wife"
I open my mouth to reply when Tyrion walks back through the gates and behind him was the Lannister party. We all walk back to our seats as Cersei returns to hers.
"I will work with you. Not because I want to but because it is necessary for our survival" Cersei states. My sister begins to thank her but Cersei cuts her off.
"I will not pull my troops back. I am not that naive. But I will march the Lannister army north to fight beside you. And when this is all over and done with you'll remember that you came to ask me and I sent my forces to aide you" she says. She rises back to her feet and leaves with the rest of the Lannisters.
We arrived back in Dragonstone, all of us stationed around the painted table, discussing what we would do next.
"It'll take two weeks to march the Dothraki and Unsullied north. I propose that Jon and the Unsullied sail to White Harbor to meet the Dothraki and march from there" Tyrion suggests.
"There may be some unhappy people who still feel strongly about Robert's Rebellion and think themselves a hero and tries to take out the Queen and Princess with an arrow. I think it would be best if the Queen and Princess rode to Winterfell on their dragons" Jorah says.
"I think the Queen and Princess should ride with us, so the North knows them as liberators and allies" Jon counters.
"He's right, but so is Jorah. I will leave for Winterfell on Drogon while Rhaella travels with Jon and the rest of our forces" Daenerys says.
We spend the rest of the day gathering supplies and preparing to set sail for White Harbor. I spend most of the time resting in my room, my handmaids redressing my wound and packing my trunks. They help me to my cabin and begin unpacking a few things from my trunk before they leave for their own sleeping quarters.
As it gets later I hear a knock on my door. I shakily rise to my feet and open the door, seeing Jon on the other side. I let him inside and move back to my bed, slowly sitting down.
"How are you feeling?" he asks.
"Tired, in pain...but I'm alright" I reply. He looks at me slightly concerned and takes a seat on my left.
I lean my head against his shoulder and let out a heavy sigh.
"So this is it...the Great War is almost upon us...And you're right. The time will never be right. I want us to face the Night King together. As husband and wife"