Afternoon kids! Hope y'all had a wonderful weekend :)
We are back at it again with your weekly scheduled program. Tomorrow episode might come a little early because my nerd ass will be watching E3 praying to the old gods and the new for some motherfuckinggg Animal Crossing! Pray for my happiness, my guysss.
For the next three months, Jon and Daenerys avoided each other at all costs. Daenerys spent a lot of her time locked up in Kinvara's little home, though the red priestess had traveled back to Volantis. Jon would spend weeks at a time with Tormund's at the First of The First men. This is where they chose to set up their clan. It would be a home base from not only the free folk but for the Watch when they ventured by.
In the time that passed a lot of work on their new homestead had been done. They named the village surrounding the fist Snowhome, and at its peak, they build a stronghold they called The Wolvesden. It was the main house of Snowhome, where Jon and Tormund would resign once the construction was complete. For now, they still traveled back and forth between their and Widow's Keep.
Jon wasn't sure how it started, but slowly he heard people started referring him to him as their Chieftain. He would be addressed as many things; 'Your Grace', 'My Lord', 'Chief Crow,' and his least favorite 'My King'. He had asked Tormund and Sage to put a stop to it but it was clear now that the free folk had put their trust and faith in Jon to lead them. He didn't want to be their leader, but it wasn't up to him anymore.
From time to time he would catch Daenerys walking among the woman at Widow's Keep. He'd usually only see her during the weeks where he returned earlier than expected. She started to help them wherever she could, and many of the younger girls loved her. He kept expecting to come back and find out she ran away in the night but he guesses a part of them both knew there was no way she could leave. If she sent a raven east to Greyworm, Bran would find out and send someone to kill her. if she tried to escape south, Sansa would find out and send someone to kill her. If she tried to go west, Arya would find out and send someone to kill her.
Daenerys seemed to be surrounded by people who wanted her dead, herself included.
Jon found out from through Parsley that Daenerys had tried to kill herself not even a week after he first went to see her. She had slit her wrists the night after Kinvara had left to go back east. Thankfully, Parsley had come not long after to bring her dinner and found Daenerys standing there covered in blood crying. From the way she told Jon what happened it had seemed that Daenerys regretted what she had done immediately after. Luckily she was found in time and Rosemary was able to stitch her up. After that Daenerys seemed to spend more time with the woman if Widow's Keep and the clan excepted her as one of their own.
After all this time both of them found it best to keep their distance. Jon would eat when he knew Daenerys wouldn't be around, patrolled when she slept and kept away when she worked. Even though it hurt him to stay away; and gods did it hurt him, Jon knew better than to make anything worse between them. This was the only way they could live together in peace.
Jon was packing up his things to head up to Snowhome one morning when one of his clansmen came rushing to his door.
"Chief Crow," The man was tired and out of breath, he must have been in a hurry to find him, "R-riders... from the South."
"What banner?" Jon grabbed Longclaw and secured him in his sheath as he followed the clansmen out of his room.
He could hear the man walking fast trying to keep up with him. "A Three-Eyed Raven, Chief."
"Fuck-" Jon stopped in his tracks and pointed a stern finger at the clansmen, "Go straight to Rosemary and tell her to hide Daenerys and do it quickly. Go!"
The man ran off at full speed in the other direction as Jon headed out of the main house and to the man entrance of Widow's Keep to meet his brothers' bannermen. He was anxious as he walked through the homestead. This was the first time his brother was sending someone to check up on it, and the stress of someone finding Daenerys was enough to make him panic.
So it was a nice relief when Jon got to the entrance and realized that his brother had sent Davos to see him. "Lord Davos!" Jon smiled as he hugged his old friend. Davos was a pleasant surprise to see, and if anyone was going to come to check up on Jon, he was happy it was him.
"Oh stop with that, I'm no more a Lord than you are!" Davos broke the hug and stood back to take a good look at Jon. "Gods it's been, what, 6 months?"
"A long time." Jon smiled, "What brings you so far North?"
"Your brother asked me to check up on you," Davos pulled out a letter from a little pouch, "Also stopped to see your sister on my way up, this is from her."
Jon took the little rolled up note, sealed closed with the Stark sigil. "You didn't have to come up here to see, besides can't your King just… do whatever it is Bran does to check up on me."
"Our King doesn't have the time to waste on you, he's too busy cleaning up the Mad Queens' mess." A knight approached the two of them that Jon didn't recognize. From his colors, he was a member of the kingsguard for sure. His words pissed Jon off, and the scowled looks the two men exchanged were not pleasant ones.
"Alright Silas that's enough," Davos said backing the boy up. "Apologizes, he's a rambunctious recruit."
"Well, I'm sure he's anxious to get back to the capital. If you leave now you'll make it to the wall before nightfall." Jon was trying hard to politely tell Davos to take his men to go, and he thought for a moment Davos could see all the things he was hiding through his eyes,
Davos sighed, "As much as I'd love to go straight back, your King Brother has asked up to make sure that the wildling relocation was going well. I should at least stay till the morning, just to be thorough."
Jon tried hard to make not too unpleasant of a face, "Of course, we'll see if the clanswomen here can find space for your men to make camp."
"We could always share their beds." One of the other knights in Davos's group joked and the rest of them laughed.
"This isn't Westeros, this is the true North." Jon and Davos turned around to see Rosemary and Tormund behind them. Tormund held the hilt of his sword tightly as he walked closer to the group. "Best be careful to watch what you say up here, boys, cause free ladies of the North will cut off your balls while you sleep and feed them to you for breakfast."
Nothing was said but tensions were definitely on the rise. The kights and Tormund both stood their grounds, waiting for one of them to make a move. "Oh, enough all of you or no one will be eating anything tonight." Rosemary put a hand of Tormunds chest to back him away. "We will respect you because your King is Jon Snow's brother, but here in our keep you follow our rules, and respect our people."
"Of course my dear, we mean no trouble to your clan." Davos backed up Silas and the rest of his knights, "You idiots will set up right outside the entrance, go on." The men all mumbled under their breath as they left to do as they were told. Davos watched them until they were gone then turned back, "Is there a place we can talk in private?"
"We can't let them do this…" In Jon's hand was a crumpled up note, but its contents were not from his sister.
Davos rubbed the back of his head with this good hand, "Without his mother he's caused a lot of chaos, Jon, they can't continue to let him live."
"Your King is a warg, can't he control the beast?" Tormund asked where the chair he sat in.
"No one could control Drogon but Daenerys…" Jon signed heavy, "Only someone born with the Targaryen blood can truly control a dragon."
"That's why your brother sent me Jon," Davos took a deep breath, "He told me about who your parents really are because he thinks you could get close enough to Drogon to kill him."
Jon could feel his heart pick up. "I can't..."
"For your king-"
"That's not our king," Tormund jumped up and approached Davos, "The only king the free folk know is the king called Jon Snow."
"Your a man of the Night's Watch, Jon, you swore an oath." Davos rebutted.
Jon glanced away from the other two, "The Nights Watch is no more, my title is nothing more than a cover up to be free."
"I know you don't want to do this, Jon, but when Bran finds out what you'd done he will not hesitate to punish you. He's the King of Westeros, he'd have no choice." Davos tried to reason with Jon as much as he knew he should, but there was no changing Jon's mind.
"I will not kill another dragon," Jon turned around, his face tired and sorrowful, "I came up here because I had no choice, true, but up here in the true North I am free. We bow to no Southern Kings. Not now or ever."
Davos snickered, a smile on his face. "You sound like a true wildling, Jon."
"Tell your king that if he wants that dragon dead, he can do it his own damn self." Tormund had a big smile on his face, "Jon and the rest of us are staying here beyond the wall, where the free folk truly belong."
"I understand, boys, I truly do." Davos looked between both of them, "But your freedom will not come easy."
Davos and his men left the next morning as quickly as they got there. Jon still lingering on the conversations the night before. He watched the road they rode away on for almost a full hour before he felt someone approach him. "What did they want?"
It was Daenerys.
Jon didn't turn around, too scared to scare her off. "They want me to go south and kill your last son…"
He could feel her tense him behind him, "...And?"
"I told them I won't do it, I've murdered enough dragons for my lifetime." Jon's reply was blunt and straight to the point. "I want to wash the blood from my hands, not add more."
Her reply was quiet but sincere. "So do I."
Jon turned back to face Daenerys but she was already gone. He sighed, a brooding look on his face as he turned back to the road. Whatever it was they had here, these people, this home, their freedom. He would fight for it. No matter the cost.
No matter what it takes.