Jon's POV

The question still hung in the air, it felt as though each day Jon's answer was different- it had been weeks since the talk with his sisters and Davos. During the day Jon would look at his people and think how much they needed him, then at night Jon would go to Dany's rooms and look at his child in her womb- and know in his soul he was meant to be with them. Dany had been smiling at him dreamily as of late, and it made him feel funny- like she knew something he didn't.

He was outside in the courtyard training with some of the more inexperienced warriors, pointing out how to improve, or what to change. Tormund had been helping him since some of the new Wildlings were needing of training as well- and it helped to have the Wildling chieftain here with him for that.

Jon looked up at the balcony above them, and saw Dany sitting there with Sansa and Brienne, eating the extra bread and meat that had been brought out for the men training. He smiled at Dany, seeing her eat- it had been kind of hard for her to keep any meals down for too long. Most of them had been coming back up, no matter how hard they tried.

"Look at your woman putting it away." Tormund said from behind him.

"My woman?"

"The silver-haired dragon. That's your woman."

"I, uh… guess she must be hungry." Jon tried avoiding the question.

"Please, I'm not one of these southern fools,"

"Southern? You mean the people of Winterfell, I told you this is the north."

"Anyone from south of the wall is a southerner. Anyway- as I was saying… I know women, I know their bodies. Wildling men are not afraid of a woman giving birth. The educated men with skinny arms do not see the signs." Tormund smiles through his unkempt red beard, while Jon wonders if Dany would be mad.

"I knew before, when you came to get us in the woods, when you asked what happened. After you looked at her face, you looked down- and not at her tits, further down." Tormund pointed downwards.

He hadn't said it yet, but Jon knew that Tormund had figured it out.

"Your woman is carrying your child, why have you not celebrated yet?"

"I want to, believe me. But first we must be married, my child must be legitimate. The wise men in the south will not accept our child, if born out of wedlock." He worried if Tormund had noticed if anyone else had as well- now Tormund, and Davos, and Sansa, and Arya new. And he wasn't sure if Dany had told anyone in confidence yet either.

"Well then, Wolf-King- if you don't want people to know you have to marry her quick. I'm a good boy, who keeps secrets- the next who finds out might not be."

Later that night during dinner, he thought about what Tormund had said- knowing the longer they waited, the more likely something could happen. Jon's head was in another place not paying attention to what was going on around him. It would have been easy to put the inevitable off, but it seemed unlikely that procrastination would be an ally. Everyone in the room talked around him, hundreds of conversations- but all he could hear was one.

The only Targaryen he had ever known- Aemon.

Love is the death of duty.

Sansa talked with Sandor.

What is honor, compared to a woman's love?

Tyrion joked with Jorah.

What is duty, against the feel of a newborn son in your arm?

Missandei laughed with Grey Worm.

Death of duty.

Talking-

A woman's love?

Joking-

Feel of a newborn?

Laughing-

There comes a day when it is not easy.

Jon stood up from his seat.

A day when he must choose.

All eyes were on him, silence slowly filling the hall.

Breathing hard- Jon whispered, "And this is my day."

Jon cleared his throat and spoke, "My Lords and Ladys, I have an announcement to make in regards to the alliance between the North and the last Targaryen." He looked down at Dany, willing her to trust him and follow along. He knew only to speak of what they had agreed on over the many advisor meetings they had had before.

"Queen Daenerys and have come to an agreement, in return for her help with the war against the White Walkers, and after she wins the Iron throne- and takes her place as the rightful Queen. She will acknowledge the North as a free and separate Kingdom of it's own," The people of Winterfell cheered in joy and relief.

"In return the North and the Last Targaryen will form an alliance in word and in marriage…."

Silence returned, some with questions- some with knowledge of what it meant. Jon held his head high and continued, "Daenarys Targaryen will be married, and there are certain things an alliance of this kind would mean. However I would never speak for any of you, without first your input- so here I am asking for your input. There are only two ways this will work,"

Jon paused and looked around ready for the most controversial part of his speech- the one that would cause most uproar.

A day when he must choose.

"One- I would marry the queen and eventually leave with the her, and you would choose a new King- in my place. Or two- I marry the queen and leave with her, but stay your King-and leave a Warden to rule in my place. The North would still be it's own Kingdom and have formed forever an unbreakable alliance between our two great Kingdoms, ours- the North. And hers- on the Iron throne. Separate but together in arms."

Jon finally looked down at Dany before speaking again, "The marriage between the Queen and I however is inevitable- and will happen either way. However if you would like me to relinquish the title of King in the North after the marriage, I will do so-"

Dany interrupted him then, "No, Jon-"

There comes a day when it is not easy.

Jon wouldn't stop and continued on, "I will do so because I am willing to sacrifice my reign as King for the safety and prosperity of the North, if that is what you want. I leave the decision, to you know- my Lords and Ladys."

Before he could continue any further he turned around in front of all of his people and took Dany by the hand, silently asking her to stand. Jon then took out Longclaw and knelt down in front of her, "This is my pledge to you, Daenerys Targaryen. An unbreakable vow, that shall only end with my death. I shall honor and protect you, until my last breath. I promise you this on my sword, and on my life."

He looked up at Dany, whose eyes held all the emotion he knew she hated to show in public, before speaking- in a voice every person in the hall could hear.

"Rise, my King."

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