Storm grey eyes looked at the blue eyed raven haired beauty in front of him, her sorrowful air reminded him vaguely of someone from long ago before he had died, battled the Night King and the army of the undead and well and truly before he had killed his lover the mad queen and been banished to the wall and beyond.
'What is your name my lady?'
The lady in question gave an enigmatic smile a southron smile a lady of the court – he had a feeling that Sansa would have loved to meet this woman fit from a song, years ago before she had become the Queen in the North.
'You do not remember me my lord?' her voice was musical, and her eyes gleamed with a hint of magic that had Jon unsettled. The gleam reminded him of Melisandre and his resurrection that feeling of chaotic abyss where his soul had ended up the vague feeling of nothing but being aware of the never-ending void.
'The same woman that revived you Jon Snow, also killed me back then I was little more than a scarred child that was a curse for my lady mother and an unacceptable heir for a self-made king…' Jon Snow looked into the icy blue eyes of the woman before him and had the stirrings of memories of a grey scaled child who smiled at him and called him Lord Snow with no mocking or pity.
'Princess Shireen?' the woman smiled her face blemish free.
'As I would have been if I had never been afflicted by grey-scale or sacrificed to the lord of light. As it was the god saw fit to return me there to life. There was just enough Targaryen blood from my great grandmother that let me keep my consciousness in the afterlife even thought I burnt, R'hallor brought me back as there is still a great imbalance that only the blood of dragons can fix. The Night King was destroyed but his companion the three eyed crow survives and rules through your brother's corpse his guile knows no limits. He has Ser Davos at his mercy, and I do not intent to let that monster have his way with my former guardian. I am the only one save Gendry with a blood claim to the Iron Throne, but I am the only legitimate Baratheon. I intend to claim the throne and destroy the raven, but I will need you with me Jon. An alliance with the last Targaryen sealed in marriage there would be no-one with a better claim if we rule together as husband and wife'.
'You come back from being burnt at the stake, tell me my brother is dead and little more than a murmmers puppet and then you suggest we marry and take the iron throne? How do I know that you aren't some trick of the others yourself my lady?'
Shireen smiled her eyes glowed as she stood and walked closer to Jon who wearily took a step back and kept the lady in front of him.
'Straight to the heart of the matter, very well your intelligence as a commander will be a boon to our union. The joining of our lines has been meant to align for the battle ahead. The union of Baratheon, Stark and Targaryen, the song of Ice and Fire as it was meant to be sung.