HAPPY DOUBLE CHAPTER MONDAY!I
so excited about these two chapters for today! I like what I've done with both of them, and I think we are going in a good direction with everything. I also wanna be clear; Daenerys is about 3-4 months pregnant at this point so no babies yet lol. As at this point, its almost been a full year of Daenerys being alive. Just so we all know where we stand Post S8! The second chapter will go up after 5:30 pm today, which is when I get out of work so if its a couple of minutes early or late you know why lol. Enjoy kids!
Jon, his sisters, and the Stark Bannermen rushed out of the keep and straight to the main gates of Winterfell where in fact there were a group of his clansmen surrounded by his sisters. Most of his clansmen were on horseback and they all seemed to be surrounding the same person; a hooded figure on a white horse. Jon's heart rushed without even seeing her face because he already knew it in his heart that person was Daenerys.
The Stark Bannermen surrounded them with bows raised and hands on their hilts, ready to fight for their Queen if necessary. One of her men called out to Daenerys, "Take off your hood so the Queen can see your face."
As Daenerys takes her hood off, all of the surrounding Stark bannermen draw their swords. Yelling and gasping could be heard as everyone took in the fact that once more Daenerys Targaryen was alive and well. Daenery's clansmen rushed to her the side as soon as they saw the reaction of the Stark men, Tormund stepping out in front of Daenerys to protect her as she dismounted her house. Without hesitation, Jon runs out as well with Longclaw in hand, standing in front of her to protect his wife at any cost.
Jon glanced back to Daenerys for a second, "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to speak to Queen Sansa," Daenerys stood tall as she spoke out loud enough for Sansa to hear her, "If she'd offer me a moment of her time."
"You are the traitor of Westeros, I should send you to my brother so you can be punished for your crimes!" Sansa snapped as she took a step forward to better see Daenerys. Jon could see it in her face that she was trying to figure out how they managed to bring her back.
"I was murdered, Your Grace," Daenerys replied calmly, "That is payment enough. Now we must discuss the future of your North and mine."
Sansa looked confused, Jon could see the anger in her eyes. "Your North?!"
"Daenerys is the Queen Beyond the Wall," Tormund called out to Sansa, "Our fealty lies with House Targaryen, and we will defend them with our lives."
Sansa looked around at the Clansmen, then to Jon, and then back to her own men, "Lock her up, we'll see about whether or not you've paid for your crimes."
Davos yelled out to stop Sansa as she turned away. The Stark men tried to step forward but the Freefolk stood there ground. There was a moment of high tension and panic as both men held their ground in the names of their Queens. It was an uncomfortable feeling to have to stand against his family but for his wife, he would do anything. Jon yelled out to his sister, holding his sword up high and ready. "Sansa!" She kept walking away but it didn't stop him from trying to get her attention, "You're not putting my wife in a cage!"
Sansa stopped in her tracks and then turned around slowly, "Y-You're wife?!"
"Yes, my wife... My pregnant wife, Sansa," Jon could see the mix of disappointment and disbelief in her face as he told her the truth, "Put her in my old room and put guards outside if you must but I will not let you lock up Daenerys up like some animal."
Sansa bit her lip, but after a couple of moments she complied, "... Fine, escort Lady Snow-"
"Targaryen." Daenerys smiled.
Sansa rolled her eyes, "..Targaryen to her room."
It took the men a moment but after a look of approval from both Sansa and Jon, both the Freefolk and the Stark men put down their weapons and did as was told. As the Sansa's men stepped closer to them, Jon turned to Tormund with a face of frustration.
"This wasn't what he meant when I asked you to keep an eye on your Queen while I'm gone," Jon growled under his breath.
Tormund smirked, "I have, though, otherwise she would have come down here alone, and then you'd really be mad."
Jon rolled his eyes at Tormunds smile and spoke his next words out loud, "Tormund go with her, make sure they treat my wife with care."
Tormund chuckled, eyes the Northmen up and down as he led the way for Daenerys. "Of course, King Crow."
"Are you absolutely stupid? Is that what's going on here?" Sansa yelled at him. He was finally alone with his sister, but it seems that Jon had lost his entire advantage.
"Sansa, I came down here to explain-"
"Explain what?!" Sansa yelled at him as she paced the room, only stopping to slam her hands down at the table before her. "How you don't know how to think with your brain and only your cock? She murdered millions!"
"And I murdered her!" Jon yelled back, "She was my Queen, and I loved her but I did what everyone told me was right. We paid for what we've done."
"Says who!"
Jon was furious, but he tried to maintain a leveled head. "What does it matter! We've paid our dues, she is not who she was anymore. Our people Beyond the Wall love her and what she's done-"
"You're people?" Sansa questioned, "The North is your people! These people right here!"
Jon sighed, calming himself the best they could and speaking in a quiet tone, "No, they aren't. I don't belong here, Sansa, I never did."
He could see in her eyes that she was more hurt than angry now, "You're a Stark of course you do-"
"But I'm not just a Stark, I'm a Targaryen, and I can not run from that anymore." Jon tried to explain how he felt the best he could, "Living Beyond the Wall is the one place where I feel... at home. Where I can do whatever I please and there is no one there who thinks me a bastard or murderer. It's where I will raise my children, and they can be free to be whoever they want and no one will care what family they come from."
She said nothing as she tried to process the words that he just spoke, and took a few steps back as she did so. "You're not the Jon Snow I knew-"
He chuckled breathlessly, "No, I'm not. I'm tired of doing stupid things for other people, Sansa."
"Now you just do them for yourself," He could see the pain in Sansa's eyes just as she turned away from him, "Leave me, I need to think."
It was midday and Sansa still was refusing to see anyone as she thought over all the information she took this morning. Davos was the only one she allowed to visit her, and with nowhere else to turn Jon looked to his youngest sister in hopes to find reason with someone. It was his last chance to prove to someone that Daenerys had changed.
He found his sister down in the crypts, in front of their father's statue. When she saw him approaching she stood up from where she sat and started to walk away, "Arya! Please talk to me for a moment…"
Arya stopped but didn't turn back to face him, "Why so you can tell me to betray my family as you have?"
"I didn't betray my family, I didn't betray anyone but Daenerys," Jon sighed heavy, "She's my family too."
"I don't know what you expect me to do," Arya crossed her arms over her chest, still refusing to face him, "Sansa is my sister, my Queen, my loyalty is to our family."
"I'm not telling you to break your loyalty, I'm asking you to convince Sansa to give Daenerys a chance." Jon was basically begging at this point. After a few moments, Arya turned around and could see the look on Jon's face. He was worn out and looked defeated.
Arya shook her head, "How can we after what she's done? We know who she is-"
"Who she was isn't who she is anymore, Arya." Jon quickly replied, trying to get the idea of the old Daenerys out of his sisters head, "She's changed, she's really changed. I promise you that Daenerys is no more."
Arya turned around again, sighing as she wiped her face, and then turned back to face Jon, "Is she really pregnant?"
The corner of his lip curled up slightly, "Did she look really pregnant?"
"Yes, she did," Arya smiled as well, fidgeting with Needle's hilt, "Do you love her?"
Jon smiled wider now, "With all my heart; she's my wife."
Arya's glanced down at Lyanna Starks statue, "Even though she-"
"It doesn't matter," Jon answered her question before she could even ask it, "I don't care. She's the one, and that's all."
Arya only nodded, and then looked back to Jon, "So what does that make us?"
Jon exhaled through his nose as he turned to look at Ned Stark's statue. As he stared at the man he called Father for the first quarter of his life, he wondered if he would have ever actually told him the truth and how his life may have been different if he had known the entire time. Jon sighed as he wiped the thoughts from his mind because the 'what if's' didn't matter anymore, "You two are still my sister's, and our father is still my father. Nothing could change that, or my love for all of you," Jon turned his head to look at Arya, who was staring back at him, "But I can't help my love for Daenerys, and I won't."
Arya turned back to Ned's statue and stared at it for a few minutes, thinking over everything they talked about. After a moment or two, she turned her head back to face Jon, "Alright, fine. I'll talk to Sansa," She turned her whole back to face him now, "I'm not sure it'll do anything but I'll try."
Jon let out a big sigh of relief and put his hand on his sister's shoulder, "Thank you, Arya."
"One condition though," Arya retorted, making Jon let go of her, "I want to be able to visit once she gives birth; whenever I want. I want to be a part of their lives... the baby life, and yours."
Jon chuckled, putting his arms around his sister to hug her, "Of course."