Sorry for another late chapter!

Had a long night and passed out before I could finish this chapter ! Remember kids, double post Monday! One will go up at 12pm like usual and the other will go up at 5:30pm! (To give people time to read the first one before the second pops up!) Till Monday, kids!

After a short time of arguing with himself, Jon had come to the decision that Davos was right and he needed to go South and talk to his sister's in person. He packed a light bag and gather a few things for his trip. Jon told Tormund he was going alone, and that he needed to stay behind to keep an eye on Daenerys. He knew his wife would be mad at his choice, but if he didn't do this now more and more men would come to attempt to kill her. Her life was more important than anything.

He was tightening his sword belt when Daenerys entered the room. Jon knew it was her because she said nothing as she entered, and her presence lingered not far behind him. She was quiet for a few moments before she said a word to him, "I don't want you to go..."

"An alliance between the North and the Freefolk is the only thing that will protect us from Southern invaders." Jon knew whatever he said wouldn't make it better but tried anyway, "I have to take this chance."

"I don't trust her..." Daenerys retorted.

"She's my sister, Dany," Jon turned to face her and could see she was more scared than mad, "She won't hurt me."

"That's not why I don't trust her." Daenerys argued, taking another step closer to her husband, "Jon, no one alive distrusts me more than Sansa. What's to stop her from killing me? What's to stop her from turning you on me?"

"Daenerys; she doesn't know you're alive, our time with the upper hand is coming to an end and this is a risk I have to take," Jon got closer and put her hands on around her waist, "Dany, I will never betray you again."

Daenerys' eyes began to tear, "How do I know that's true?"

Jon pulled her in tighter, he hated having to do this. "Because you are my wife, Daenerys, the mother of my unborn child-"

"I was your Queen when you murdered me," She started to pant heavily, trying to stop herself from crying, "I thought I had your trust then, what's to stop you from doing it again?"

"I swore to you if I would ever do wrong again you could kill me where I stand. The request still stands." Jon's hands moved up to her face, wiping away whatever loose tears escaped her eyes, "I love you, do you hear me? I will always love you. My heart and loyalty belong to you and you alone, till the end of my days."

Daenerys went in for a kiss, and then his her face in his chest as she cried. "Come home to me, Jon Snow, don't leave me up here alone."

Jon held her tight, kissing the top of her head over and over as he tried to soothe his wife. "I won't, I promise."

As Jon, Davos and the Stark Bannermen arrived at Winterfell, Jon couldn't help but take a moment to admire his childhood home. It had been over a year since he's seen these walls. A lot of repairs had been done to the exterior after the Long Night. He couldn't help but be impressed with the work Sansa had done as Queen. When they got inside the walls there was no one waiting to greet him, which did surprise him for a moment. Instead of being greeted, Jon was told that he had to go to the Great Hall to meet with his sister.

As he entered the room he could see that it was packed with many of the men and woman now loyal to her throne, and at the head of the room was Sansa herself. He was impressed by her Stark inspired crown and her royal gray dress. Royalty seemed to suit her. Before he could approach her a Stark bannerman introduced his sister, as you would any royalty. "You are now in the presence of Her Grace Lady Sansa of the House Stark, First of Her Name, the Red Wolf, Lady of Winterfell and Queen of the North."

Jon stared around the room with a smirk on his face. This definitely wasn't the greeting he expected to get as her brother. "That's quite the title, Your Grace."

Sansa smiled big, but remained seated, "Welcome home, Jon."

He looked around the room again, some of the faces in the room he recognized but not all. Jon didn't want to waste time, but he couldn't say what he needed to in front of all these people. "I was hoping to speak to you in private," Jon took a step forward, and could see her men give him uneasy stares, "Could we take a walk, perhaps?"

"You've had a long journey," Sansa replied, "Why don't you rest a while and then we can talk."

Jon was getting a bit agitated now, "I'm well rested, Sansa, I much rather talk."

"You address a Queen as 'Your Grace'." One of her men growled.

Jon glared at the Bannerman then looked back to his sister, "Your Grace, please."

Sansa glanced back at Davos, who was standing not too far behind Jon. He figured she looked to him for guidance now, and he must have given her the okay. "Alright, I'll walk."

"Is everything alright?" Sansa asked him as he followed him through Winterfell. Not far behind them was Davos and two other Bannermen.

Jon looked back, being careful of what he said in front of strangers. "Of course it is."

"We heard some terrible rumors," Sansa explained, "We've been worried."

"I know, Davos told me." Jon looked at her and smiled, "I can assure you though, all has been quite well for me."

Sansa realized as they walked along that Jon was headed for the crypt, "Wouldn't you like to talk in the Godswood?

"No," Jon looked back again. He knew that her Bannermen wouldn't follow them into the crypt, "This is better."

She watched as Jon lit the candle that sat on Ned Stark's tomb, and then walked over to do the same to his mother's. "We heard Bran tried to have you killed. I don't understand why he would do that, you're our brother. You're a member of the Night's Watch. What could you have done-"

"There is no more Night's Watch," Jon told her as he lit Lyanna Stark's candle. He stared at his mother statue for a moment before looking back at Sansa, "It was disbanded, shortly after I arrived at the Wall."

"Then where have you been this past year? I've written to you," Sansa's face looked sad as she took a step closer to him, "You could have come home."

"This isn't my home anymore, Sansa." Jon smiled slightly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Sansa looked confused, "What do you mean? This will always be your home."

He was going to start telling her what he came south for but another voice in the crypt stopped him. "I've heard a rumor," They both turned around to see Arya standing behind them. Jon was happy to see she was okay but was worried about what she would say next. "Rumors of a King Beyond the Wall… that's you, isn't it?"

Sansa looked back to him, waiting for an answer, "Yes, it is." His reply made her step away from him, but he wouldn't lie now, "I didn't go up there looking to be their King, but they need me, so now I am."

Sansa's emotions changed from hurt to angry. "They wildlings are part of the North, I am their Queen."

"No, we aren't," Jon's explained with a slight smile, "Freefolk don't kneel to Southern Kings. Or Queens for that matter."

"So this is why Bran sent someone because you betrayed your oath," Sansa yelled.

"There's no oath to betray if the Watch is no more, Sansa." Jon tried to explain to her but he could tell she was too angry to be reasoned with.

Ayra approached both of them, staying near to her sister. "Then why did he send someone?"

"It wasn't for me," Jon replied.

"Then who?" Sansa yelled.

Before he could reply he could hear someone come running down the steps of the crypt towards them, "Your Grace, riders from Beyond the Wall!"

Jon heartbeat picked up as Sansa turned back to follow her man out of the crypt. Ayra and Jon were not far behind. "What riders?"

"Your Grace, some of the men say it looks like the Mad Queen…"

Jon stopped in his tracks at the sound of his description.

Daenerys!

lmao I'm like DJ Khalid with these cliffhangers:

ANOTHER ONEEEE XD