Chapter 2: A New life

Jon POV

The ceremony had taken much longer than he had anticipated. But he had actually hoped that it would take longer. It was nice to see all those people when he looked out from the balcony of Winterfell. All the shouting and the prayers for him and his well-being. It was a great feeling.

Yesterday, the Wolfsguard has sworn fealty to him. It was the personal guard of the king, and it was composed of 12 members. Ser Arthur, The sword of the Morning, was The Lord commander, and he was the deadliest of the twelve. He was his uncle, the brother of her mother, and he taught him everything he knew about the sword business. But Jon knew that he would never become better than his uncle, even though he was the second strongest swordsman in the North.

The other members of his Wolfsguard were Dacey Mormont, Torrhen and Eddard Karstark, Robin Flint, Brandon Snow, Smalljon Umber, Harold Cerwyn, Gareth Glover, Owen Norrey, Theo Wull, Benjen Stark, and the newest one Viserys Targaryen, who was made Wolfsguard yesterday after the coronation. He was 2 years older than Jon and wield Darksister, the sword of his ancestors, and that was wielded by Aemon The Dragonknight when he was a Wolfsguard during King Cregan Stark reign. As he was walking down the hall of Winterfell, he was a little nervous, because of the first day as a king, and tired, after spending almost all night at the feast. Jon saw his mother Ashara coming towards him. She smiled warmly at him, with her beautiful bright violet eyes still slightly red from all the crying. She still looked beautiful though, tall with long dark hair and a gorgeous smile.

"My son... " she sighed as he took her hand and kissed it.

"Mother. Aren't you going to bless me?" he asked with a teasing smile.

She smiled at that and placed her hands on both of his cheeks "I have blessed you so many time already, my Prince, that the Old Gods and the New must be tired of hearing my voice."

He laughed "Thank you."

She pulled his head down, so she could kiss his forehead "You must rule like your father did, my love."

That made him sigh and pull away. "I'll remember that for when I get married" he said as he starts to walk away.

"Jon!" his mother cooed as she turned to watch him.

He turned around, walking backward and winked "Only kidding," he said, even though she already knew it.

She smiled and blew him a kiss, and he did the same, a habit she had raised him with.

As he turned around he said "I'm going to the Godswood. Tell Lord Aerys, Arthur, Benjen, Robb and Grey Worm to meet me there " and he left.

When he arrived in the Godswood, he didn't see that Ghost was already waiting for him there.

Smiling, he called him. "Come here, boy!"

Ghost immediately jumped to him and Jon began to pet him.

Sitting on the weirwood trunk, he breathed. He liked to come to this place. Here he could find peace and relax. It was a refuge from the court.

He began to think about his mother and how could his father put her aside. Even if she still was the queen, and he the heir. He didn't dislike his father, not at all. He loved him very much, but they weren't very close, and that was also partly because he took a second wife.

His mother was his father first wife and Jon remembers that he was angry when his father married a second woman. But he's anger grow when his stepmother, Catelyn Tully, started to treat him poorly, like a bastard or a servant, not a prince. And especially when her son Bran was born. She wished that he died.

But his mother put her in her place, and his father was always there to defend his second wife, never believing what he or his mother said.

She also put his half-brother his half-sister, Sansa, who was just like her mother an evil person, to them and to the servant.

But he also has a great defender in his sister Arya. She was like his aunt and mother, sharp of tongue. She would have been a great queen or King. But the only problem was that she didn't like that status. She wanted to be a soldier, and that is why Arthur began to train her as well, and she was three years younger than Jon, the same age of Sansa.

The day his father married the Tully, he swears to the Old Gods and the New that he will never behave this way with his wife, even if the marriage will not be happy or without love, considering all the arranged marriage. His father didn't do that because he was the second son, and he wasn't supposed to be the King.

So even if his father wasn't a good husband he was a great ruler, and he treats good the servant and the people, and with respect, the Lord. And he hopes to be the same.

Looking toward the entrance of the Godswood, Jon saw Lord Aerys and the others enter.

Looking toward the entrance of the Godswood, Jon saw Lord Aerys and the others enter.

He got up and Aerys comes and hugs him "Son!"

But then, Lord Aerys took a step back and bowing his head said "Forgive me, your grace."

Jon smiled "Please. There is nothing to forgive. I'd prefer son. After all that how you always called me."

Aerys smiled "Alright then, son."

"Your grace why did you call us all here?" asked Arthur.

I gathered you here because I suspect my father was poisoned. With a poison still unknown to us. Maester Luwin had said, only to me that when he found the king he had spots on his neck not very visible to the naked eye and similar to the color of the skin. We still don't know who's behind this, but we have to be prepared.

"Do you think there's a traitor at court? Someone very close to the crown?" Lord Aerys asked.

I don't know. But we must be prepared, I do not want anything bad to happen to my sister or my mother to you. So never let your guard down. At least until I can establish my grip on the throne. The thought that something might happen to his mother or sister, the people closest to him, and Lord Aerys' family, was tearing him apart.

Everyone nodded.

"Let's go back to the Throne Room, I think I need to receive the lords."

When he entered the throne room, he smiled to the lords and ladies. He was glad that he was used to all this cheering and the lauding of the lords, thanks to his father when was leaving him in charge sometimes, other views he would be shaking and scared.

After sitting on the throne the lords and ladies one by one began to walk toward him to express their sorrows and tell him that he will be just like his father and that they will fallow him , and that he have their complete trust, first among all Lord GreatJon Umber, who was one of the most loyal Bannerman to my father after Lord Aerys. He liked him and sometimes, he would like to spare with him because GreatJon was a great warrior. But regarding his father, he hoped that he will be like him only regarding the Kingdom and not his wife.

After the little chat with every lord, Jon stood up.

"After I talk to my Hand," said Jon nodding toward Lord Aerys, "and my small council, I will inform you of my ideas, and the steps I intend to take to protect our southern and northern borders.

"Aye."

As he walked toward Lord Aerys, Jon saw him staring at him.

"You know," Lord Aerys began, as they were heading towards the dining room where they ate with the lords afterward, "with that crown...you look more and more like your father".

Jon smiled.

"It's like he is still here with us."

Jon just kept smiling because he didn't know what to say to that. They continued their conversation until they arrive in the dining room, where he sat down at the Kings' table, the other sits were for his future wife, beside him, on his left his mother, who wasn't her yet, then his sister Arya, and his stepmother with her children. The hand of the King sits with his family on the right side of the king and queen.

As he was watching the lord talking and laughing, Jon heard Lord Aerys "Son, have you thought about marriage yet?"

He snorted "That has been the last thing on my mind."

"My sister has started to think deeply about it, though, your grace" Arthur said with a smirk. He was like a shadow to him.

Lord Aerys looked at him "Has she found anyone?"

"Not yet...shall we call her here, your grace? She would enjoy this conversation very much."

Jon gives him a look, and heard Lord Aerys say "Yes, yes, please call my Lady."

Arthur left immediately, and Jon looked toward Dacey, who gives him a reassuring smile, she was one of his dear friends and very loyal, like Robb and Grey worm, who even if he was an Essosi, and the commander of the Unsullied, he was loyal after his liberation.

A moment later, his mother walked in with some of her handmaids.

Lord Aerys walked over to her immediately and bowed "Your grace."

"Lord Aerys it's always nice to see you"

He smiled "We were discussing your son marriage."

His mother's eyes widened. "What magic! I was just thinking about that!" the sudden excitement in her voice, worried him.

"Mother... do you really think I'm ready to get married?" he feared to become like his father.

My love... I think you are more than ready for marriage. Especially now that you are King! All the North is waiting for this."

He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I know the right girl," Lord Aerys said.

"You do?" His mother and he said together. Except her tone was excited, and he was bored.

Lord Aerys laughed "It's a gift for you, my king. She will make you very happy, and will be a good match"

I don't want a girl as a gift, or other, Lord Aerys." He really didn't want to marry a girl who doesn't want him, because he wouldn't lie with her if she was against it.

"But believe me, son-"

"Lord Aerys..." his mother interrupted. "Who is this girl you are referring too? She had a small smile on her face and for some reason, he had a feeling that a while back, maybe years ago, these two had already come to an agreement.

"Exactly who you are thinking" Lord Aerys responded, returning her smile.

Her face lit up "Oh! I approve! I approve!"

All these mince words gave him a headache. Rising an eyebrow Jon said muttering "You cannot approve something, without my approval."

"Oh, Jon, darling... she's called the most beautiful girl in all the North, and everyone would like her as a wife."

"And who is this girl?"

"You have met her," Lord Aerys said.

"I have?" Jon asked placing the elbow on the arm of his chair and the chin on his palm.

Lord Aerys nodded "Do you not recall, the girl who handed me the crown?"

His heart stopped. "Your daughter?" he said looking toward him and then toward Viserys, who cames next to his father.

Of course, he remembers her. She was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen her silver hair untied, and that beautiful violet eyes, that you could drown in them. Her beautiful lips that he would like so much to kiss, and that slender frame, and her breast, that with the dress she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Damn, he was becoming hard only thinking of her.

Lord Aerys smiled proudly.

"Do you not remember her, Jon?" His mother asked, getting down on her knees so that she could look in the eyes.

"They looked so wonderful there together," Lord Aerys said, " even Rhaella and Rhaegar think the same."

His mother nodded "Yes! I noticed that too."

Jon shook his head, letting out a laugh "You have got to be kidding me."

His mother frowned "Do you not like her?"

He feels his cheek becoming hot, so he needs to think something to find a way out, so he responded "Like her? How can I like her if I don't even know her?", and getting up from the chair.

"But you saw her, darling."

"And I can barely even remember her face. I had too many worries floating through my head, yesterday, to notice the face of a girl" Even if it was a lie. He couldn't take out her of his mind. He had dreamed of her.

But his mother, continuing to frown got up and said " Well then you must come and see her." She took his arm "You will fall in love instantly."

He pulled his arm away "Mother!"

"Come, your grace. Your mother is right and I believe my daughter is well suited for your need."

My needs?" Jon asked as he looked at Lord Aerys "What exactly are my needs?" To be honest he even hadn't idea of what he was talking. Really what exactly were his needs?

"To have a loving, caring and beautiful wife?" He tried "To... fall in love..."

"To have a wife who will stand by your side through thick and thin and love you with all her heart and care for you and your children like you're all that matters." His mother said, smiling. "A queen who all our people will love ..and who will love all our people too. A woman who is respected not only because she is kind-hearted, independent and good-natured. Is that not what you want, Jon?"

"And you think your daughter is all of this?" Jon asked Lord Aerys, trying to ignore the heat in his face since his mother had stated exactly what he wanted in a woman and a queen.

Lord Aerys nodded "And more."

Jon looked away. The thought of that was nice... But how could he believe? How could they think of making him believe in such a dream?

"I'd have to meet her first."

"Perfect timing, my love" he heard Lord Aerys.

When he looked up he saw Lady Rhaella, Lord Aerys wife, walk into the room. He bowed his head in respect "My lady."

She smiled at him and then turned toward his mother, who had rushed over to give Lady Rhaella a kiss on the cheek "It is so great to see you!" she said to her. They become good friends since the moment his mother comes to the North."

His mother smiled too." I am so glad you came... Have you brought your children?"

"Yes. And as I can see already one is standing there" Rhaella responded pointing to Viserys, who gives her a smile.

Rhaella then held her hand out "Daenerys dear! Stop playing with that dog and come here, child!"

"It's not a dog. That's my direwolf Ghost."

"Forgive me, your grace, I didn't know. It's been a long time since I've seen you, and last time you didn't have him."

He saw the girl coming toward them. "That's Daenerys" his mother whispered to him.

It felt very strange to look at her, knowing that she may soon be his future wife. But when he did see her, he noticed her ...and feel like ripping his eyes out for not noticing her earlier today.

She wore a simple white dress, whit a cape on her shoulder that dropped her body beautifully, falling straight down to her feet. Her dress shaped her curves perfectly. Her hair was braided, with some curling hair falling on her shoulder. She also had a necklace in the form of a dragon that adorned her neck.

She stood there elegantly, her hands clasped together over her belly.

"Is that any way to treat a Lady?" he heard his mother ask teasingly.

He looked at her raising an eyebrow.

"Go kiss her hand, you can't keep a young lady waiting like that, even if you are a king. Did I not teach you better?" his mother give him a little hand, by pushing him forward.

The girl held her hand out, and he took it, bending down to kiss it.

"The young King was raised well" he heard her say, with such a beautiful voice, and he wondered if she sang.

When he looked up she was smiling teasingly at him.

He smiled back "My mother did a good job."

"Avery good job, I think" he heard Lord Aerys say.

Then he saw a young man, older than him, tall and looking almost identical to Lord Aerys, only more muscular. He bowed and Jon nodded.

The man was wearing a Targaryen tunic "You must be Rhaegar" Jon said giving his hand.

"Yes, your grace."

His mother then took Lady Rhaella's hand "Come, Rhaella. Let's talk in privet, and I wont to show you some new parts of the keep. This feast is for the young and the man."

Daenerys turned too to leave but her father called for her "Daenerys. Come here."

She comes near her father with her brother by her side. Viserys was on his side.

"Why don't you keep the young King company, while your brother and I look for Lord Manderly. I wonder where he went..."

Damn. He felt his heart beat twice the normal, and heat rise.

She nodded her head "Yes, Father."

And they went to the Lords.

So he was alone with the beautiful girl that had haunted his dream this night.

He heard in the corner of the room Robb laughing at him. He'll pay for that.