Game of Thrones One Shot #2
Jon dreams before the Red Woman brings him back, he knows who he is. When Sansa arrives with Brienne, Sam soon follows with proof of who he is. The Northern Families rally behind him while being worried about his true parentage. They demand he marry Sansa. Littlefinger still whispers in her ear.
"Jon please don't be angry with me." Sansa whispers as she sits besides the tub he's in. "You weren't listening."
"Don't do what he thinks you'll do is hardly battle advice." Jon says without opening his eyes. "Why did you so readily agree to marry me if you don't trust me?"
"Jon no one can protect anyone else. You have to rely on yourself." Sansa said.
"Jon I asked Baelish for the Knights of the Vale. You just have to wait for them before you attack." Jon said finally looking at her. "They came for Ned Stark's daughter. What do you think Littlefinger is planning now that you are still a married woman?"
"Only a fool would think that he doesn't have something planned. I have a plan as well." Sansa said keeping his gaze. "First we have to set Rickon to rest. The Maester is done with his body." Jon reached for linen and rose from the tub before extending his hand to help Sansa to her feet.
"We will discuss your plan after we meet with the heads of the houses. They will be given a chance to pledge their support to a unified Winterfell."
"Jon House Karstark and House Umber are responsible for Rickon's death. Multiple houses refused our call. At the very least hostages from each house need to be taken."
"No." Jon said as he dressed. "Sins of the father or older brother will not be atoned by the innocent." Sansa set her mouth in firm line and followed her husband to crypts. Jon took her hand and Sansa was glad for his support. Jon placed a sword in their or her little brother's hand and she added a handle of Weirwood leaves before the tomb was sealed.
"He belongs here. If the rumors are true Lady Dustin has father's bones in Barrowtown. We can send warnings to the Freys for Robb's remains. They belong here in the North."
"What warning can we threaten the Frey's with? They have all the support of the south."
"You are the rightful heir. Any house that opposes you—"
"Sansa I only care about the North." Jon said before pushing into the hall and leading her to head table.
Sansa sat in silence while the other Lords plead their cases and Lyanna shamed them. Sansa eyes shot up when she exclaimed that she knew no King but the King in the North. She noticed Littlefinger eyeing Sansa between his looks at Jon. She coldly looked at him but broke her gaze when Jon took her hand to stand. Before he could ruin everything and say he would not steal what was hers from birth she spoke out.
"Long may he reign." Sansa said as Jon kissed her hand. Sansa pulled Jon towards the doors and the Maester quickly stopped them.
"There are many scrolls and ravens that Lord Bolton left unanswered."
"They will be dealt with in the morning." Sansa said pulling on Jon who remained still. "Jon?"
"Are they urgent?" Jon asked.
"There are summons to King's Landing to bend the knee to Cersei Lannister, first of her name, and summons to Dragonstone to bend the knee to Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name. There is a also a note specifically for you from the Hand of Daenerys, someone has already leaked the news of your claim south of the neck." The Maester explained.
"Answer the summons with a summons of our own, the dead are coming and the true heir to the Seven Kingdoms will protect his people, and I summon them and their armies North to aid in the fight. Those who refuse the call will be dealt with after The War of the Dawn." Jon said as he continued on his way.
"Jon Daenerys has dragons, if she descends on Winterfell we will be wiped out." Sansa whispered so no little ears or birds could hear their words.
"If she truly cares about her people as we know she has been claiming since taking Dorne and High Garden her dragons will be here to guard the realm." Jon answered. "And I need her dragons to take out all of the wights. Only the white walkers must be killed with Valerian Steel." Jon calmly said leading his new wife to their chambers. "Do you wish for anything from the servants?"
"Just warm water for my basin." Sansa said sitting down at her sitting table that Jon had moved into the Lords Chamber. After they were married, with all the guests and folks they were protecting them sharing a room made sense, not only proving a room fitting to the Lords and Ladies that rode to their defense, but Littlefinger had an even harder time reaching Sansa and Jon felt she was more protected from the strangers in the their home. Jon walked over and requested the normal things they had brought to their rooms each night, alng with parchment and quills. Snasa readied for bed by removing her hairpins and dressing in her nightclothes, tying on a robe incase anyone should come to their rooms before they retired. Jon placed the few pages of parchment he had left on the desk and began mapping out The Wall. He knew where he would attack if her wanted to cross, but the Night King was a different sort of animal. He would want more wights for his army, and the most populated parts of The Wall were Castle Black, Eastwatch by the Sea and The Shadow Tower. Eastwatch held the danger of the Wights simply walking into the sea, which would be beneficial to the living, but he believed that the attack would be again an attack on Castle Black. Sansa took the parchments that arrived and added them to Jon's tower, watching while he drew out Castle Black and the wild north directly behind it's portion of the Wall.
"It's mostly just forest, and where we've cleared the trees. " Jon said roughly ripping up his different sketches. "No where to spring a trap, no where to hide a van guard to swarm." Jon took the over head sketch and began drawing before showing it to Sansa. "I convince my aunt to help us and I attack from the skies. I pledge to help her win the south after I secure that North in exchange for the independence of our kingdom."
"Again what if she refuses to help us?" Sansa asked. "She stands to lose so much."
"She'll come to our aid. Look at what she did after Cersei took High Garden." Jon said. "She may have more demands for us to meet before she'll help." Jon said.
"She'll demand your army and she'll demand that we bend the knee."
"And Torrhen Stark is and forever is known as the King who knelt. But the North survived without a single lost man to dragon fire."
"Robb died for Northern Independence." Sansa said softly.
"And no one else in our family will." Jon said firmly walking to the bed and climbing in. Sansa hesitated before climbing in beside him, eventually like most nights she ended up with her head on her head on his chest an Jon lightly rubbing his hand on her shoulder.
"How are you so sure that Daenerys will do he right thing?" Sansa finally asked softly.
"I dream of the Army of the Dead coming, and I always see fire surrounding Winterfell, but it standing tall with no flames. I see the wright ignite from below as fire burst forward and rains down on them. At first I thought I must have been viewing this from a tree in the Wolf's Wood or the Broken Tower. Now that I know who I am I know. I'm fighting for the living from the back of a dragon."
"Fire and Blood." Sansa whispered. Jon nodded.
"The Gods of Faith have brought Daenerys here to bring me a way to keep everyone I love safe and my home intact." Jon said. "If she will not come to me I will go to her, and I will bring the green beast in my dreams home."
"You are a green seer." Sansa said. "You know the future. What else is to come?"
"I haven't dreamt it yet." Jon said. "I knew that you and I were destined to be together. I saw us before a Weirwood tree and then on Weirwood Thrones. I now Arya is alive, I saw her older and sailing. I've dreamed of Bran, he too was flying, but he was flying South."
"Were we happy?" Sansa asked. Jon nodded.
"You were stroking Ghost's fur and rocking a cradle with your foot, a large cradle, the one that Arya and Bran used to share. I couldn't see in it. I found it in storage below that Great Hall."