I'M LIKE 10 MINUTES LATE ON THIS UPLOAD IM SORRY XD
I was rushing to get this done at work but I think it was worth a late post. I'm really excited with this chapter. I did my research and decided I wanted to do something different and special with their wedding. I hope everyone enjoys it!
Jon never realized how much went into weddings. The news spread across the entire North, and in the weeks that following many clans came to see King Crow marry the Dragon Queen. Snowhome was planning a grand feast, and the women at the Keep worked tirelessly to make Daenerys the perfect wedding gown. It had seemed that this event wasn't just for the two of them, but for all of the Freefolk. After the last bad couple of months they had with the loss of Sage and Skinna's massacres, it was a good change of pace having the people excited for things again. A time for life, Jon felt Sage would say.
Jon was out hunting with Tormund the dawn before the wedding. It was them and a few other men from Snowhome, but the rest of the men had gone off ahead so he could have a moment alone with his friend. "Tormund?"
"Hm?" Tormund wasn't really paying attention to Jon as much as he was tracking the boar they found the hoof prints for minutes before.
"The Freefolk," Jon kept on talking even though he knew Tormund probably wasn't listening, "What are their marriages like?"
It Tormund a moment to actually hear what Jon was asking him about, and he turned from where he was squatted on the floor to stare at him. "Why you ask?"
Jon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Well, my father believed in the Old Gods and followers of the faith would marry before the weirwood trees…"
"And we burned those trees." Tormund stood up with a groan, a tad bit annoyed that this is what Jon was interrupting his hunt for. "So...?"
"So I just was wondering," Jon crossed his arms over his chest, "Those with no Gods, what do they do?"
"Well," Tormund rubbed his forehead with his fingers, trying to think, "In the old days there was wive-stealing, but I'm sure you don't want any of that.." Tormund smirked and got back to his tracking "And technically, most many Freefolk considered those they've 'captured' and bedded as their wives and you have already done those things so I'm not sure what you're in such a huff about. Why don't you just marry as those Southern cunts do? With all their gods and ceremonies and such..."
"I don't want a Southern wedding, Tormund, I want a true and proper wedding." Jon told him as they walked along, looking for the boar, "I want us to make new traditions. I want to make us better people." Jon chuckled to himself, "I just want to be a good husband and a good king."
"You're doing that, Jon." Tormund turned back for a moment as he walked, giving him a nod of reassurance, "You've been a good king, so far. Doing the best you can.."
Jon sighed, "I can always be better."
"And you will." Tormund chucked as his next words came to mind, "You are the stupidest, most loyal son of a bitch I know. You're going to be fine, Crow. A fine king, a good husband, and an even better father."
"Thank you, Tormund."
"You're welcome, Crow."
There are moments that Jon will never forget for as long as he shall live. The day Arya was born. The day that he almost lost his virginity to Ros. The day he left Winterfell and saw his family all together for the last time. The first time he saw the wall, and the first time he stood on top of it. His first time in the cave with Ygritte, and the last moment he held her in his arms. The day he died, and the day he was brought back to life. The day he met Daenerys, the day he stabbed her in the heart and the day she came back to life.
But none of those moments would ever compare to the one he experienced when he saw Daenerys Stormborn in her wedding gown for the first time.
She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person he's ever seen. The sisters of the Keep had made her the most extravagant dress they could. The beautiful ivory gown she wore had mid-length sleeves and the dress itself fell loosely over her body but complemented all of Daenerys' curves. The lacey top layer of the dress of her dress looked like dragon scales. It was her hair that Jon would remember the most, her silver locks pulled half up into a bun wrapped in a braid and in her hair were spring flowers of many colors. She looked like more than just a queen; to Jon, she looked like a goddess.
The ceremony was held in the great hall after dark. Parsley and some of the other sisters of the Keep had worked hard to decorate it in spring flowers and earthy colors for the celebration. Hundreds of candles lit the room, including the large fireplace they stood before. It truly felt like spring at its peak in that hall. Jon and Danaerys stood side by side, the head table moved out of the way for the ceremony. To his side was Tormund and to her side was Parsley and Thyme. In front of them, was Rosemary, with a long red ribbon in her hand. Embroidered on the ribbon was a sigil similar to the three-headed dragon of the Targaryens, but one of the heads was a wolf head instead of a dragon. The rest of the room was packed, not just the people of Snowhome or the Keep but clans from all over the North. Many people had traveled from near and far to experience the King and their new Queen marry.
"You look incredible," Jon whispered to Danaerys as Rosemary spoke to the rest of the room; tales of the new King and Queen and how they came to be.
"You look weird in white," Daenerys chuckled, both of them glancing in each others direction as they smiled.
"You guys," Rosemary whispered to them, both Jon and Danaerys not realizing she was talking to them, "Your hands."
Jon and Daenerys held out the hand closest to each other, not a hundred percent knowing how this ceremony would continue on next. Rosemary smiled at them and went over to Tormund. They were both a touch confused when they watched the ginger man hand his woman his dagger. Rosemary returned to her place with the dagger in hand and reached out for Jon first. With the dagger, she cut a line across his palm, and Jon hissed as the blade ran across his skin. He stared at his bloody hand as Rosemary cut Daenerys' palm next. Once they were both marked, Rosemary placed their hands clasped together and wrapped the ribbon around them.
"Alright you two, repeat after me:" Rosemary smiled as she spoke out her words for everyone to hear. "I give you my body so that we can be one."
"I give you my body so that we can be one."
"I give you my soul, bound together 'til eternity come."
"I give you my soul, bound together 'til eternity come ."
"I give you my home, to protect our children from winter's winds and summer's sun."
"I give you my home, to protect our children from winter's winds and summer's sun."
"Blood of my blood, and bone of my bone. I am yours, and you are mine; from this day till the end of my days."
"Blood of my blood, and bone of my bone.
I am yours, and you are mine; from this day till the end of my days."
Rosemary glanced at both at them, a smile on her face as she tried not to get emotional. So removed the ribbon from their hands and stepped back. "You may kiss your bride, my King."
Jon turned to Daenerys and the whole room seemed to stop in time as he pulled his wife forward and kissed her; thus sealing the marriage and completing the ceremony. Daenerys wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her tight, tears of joy running down her cheeks as they broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes.
"To the true Queen in the North!" Parsley yelled out to the crowd. The Freefolk that filled the room hollered and cheered as they repeated her words; banging on their tables as they celebrated their new queen.
"Queen in the North!"
The feast went on for hours, but Jon and Daenerys retired early to their room. He was still dressed in the same clothes from the ceremony but Daenerys had switched to a white nightgown that the sisters of the Keep have gifted her. She was set in his seat by the fireplace with her hands cuddling her belly, while Jon was on the other side of the room searching for something.
Daenerys was so in love with her tiny bump, and constantly caught herself admiring the babe growing inside of her. "What do you want the baby to be, Jon?"
"Happy." Jon smiled as he came across a little box hidden in the large trunk in his room, "Healthy."
Daenerys chuckled, "I mean gender, sweet husband."
"Gender doesn't matter to me, blood of my blood," Jon walked over to her with the gift behind his back, "As long as they are ours."
Daenerys looked up to see that he was hiding something behind him, "What is it?"
Jon smiled and held out the box, "A wedding gift."
Daenerys took the box, giving a Jon a confused look before starting to open it. As the top came off she could see what was inside and immediately started to tear up. Out of the box, she pulled out a crown, similar to his with three blood-red jewels, but the crown itself looked more like the head of a dragon. Two of the stones served as eyes, the other large stone sat above the dragons head. "Jon," she sniffled as she admired its beauty, "It's.. it's.."
"A crown fit for a queen," Jon took the crown from her hands and placed it on her head, "It looks good."
Daenerys rose to her feet and immediately went into his arms, "Thank you, Jon."
As he went in for a kiss they could feel the ground begin to shake. Jon held Daenerys close to her until the motion stopped. Moments later, a knock was heard at their door. "Yes?"
On the other side was one of their clansmen. He rushed into the room, a pale look on his face. "Your Grace… Your Grace," He looked between both of them, "There's… there's a.."
"Yes?" Daenerys asked.
"There's… there's a dragon... outside the stronghold..."