A/N: HEY GUYS! Hehe, here's another Game of Thrones story to add to the pile! I hope you all like it :).
I know I should be updating my other stories, but life and school are being an ass right now again. So, yea, anyways I have been scouring through all the Jon/OFC stories up here, and honestly ... I don't like the fact that Jon is paired with Daenerys mainly because of them being nephew and aunt, and because I have mixed feelings about Daenerys' character altogether. I really do. You can't simply say it's okay to pair them together just because it's common practice in the Targaryen family. Jon wasn't raised that way and I would think that he would have done everything he possibly could to not be with Daenerys. Oi vey, but what could I do when it's common in this fandom to put them together?
So, I found that House Mormont was in the mix and I love bears ... So, here we are :D! For those who are curious as to what Lyra looks like, look up the actress Dakota Blue Richards. I love absolutely love her and the strong, bold character's she's played in the past would work perfectly for what I have in mind for this story.
Hope you all enjoy reading the introduction to Here We Stand :D!
Introduction
It shouldn't have come to this. They already have had one Stark King, and now these men are now anointing another one. Brown eyes looked towards the face of the new King of the North. A long pale face, dark gray eyes that are almost black and a shoulder-length, thick mop of black curls rested on his head too. A small smile reached her lips as she gently took his hand in hers squeezing it firmly just before he rose to his feet. He hated being a leader, even if he was skilled at it. Too skilled, but she knew that he hated the power that came with it. Jon was too afraid that he'll end up unintentionally abusing it and thus failing those under his command.
He gave a squeeze back before reluctantly letting go of his wife's small but strong hand. It was a miracle that he had such a strong steadfast woman at his side for as long as he could remember. Even as children when Lord Stark took her in as a foster. He looked at her with a softness that wouldn't normally be there in front of his men. However, this was a special occasion and he needed all the support he could get. Her chestnut colored waves fell down to her shoulders in a loose manner while her huge bosom rose gently with each steady breath she took. She was breathtaking.
Even after all of this time, he looked into her brown eyes and saw the same girl he met all those years ago. Strong, stubborn, but wise, kind and a protector of the people. He nodded and gently took her hand as she stood up silencing the bannermen with moments. Her eyes took in the Lords and their soldiers before speaking clearly.
"'Here we stand.' Those are the words of my House and yet they apply here to us," She paused and smiled warmly as she looked at her youngest sister, Lyanna, and nodded in pride before continuing. "Here we stand. As one people. As the people of both sides of the Wall. Winter is coming. It has been since the last Winter all those years ago. We either stand together or we don't stand at all. We need all the help we can get against the Others and White Walkers."
She then sat down closing off her statement as Jon nodded his appreciation. His dark gray eyes swept over his bannermen with resignation and a hint of determination.
"Lyra's right. We must stand united against the White Walkers for they are our true enemy. Cersei doesn't see it as much. Not unless we make her see it as the threat it is."
Lyra Mormont knew in that particular moment that Jon was going to be a great King of the North. Just as his forbearers have been in the past. She knew that as a Mormont of Bear Island that she had to remain steadfast and patient. Just as her cousin Jorah had been for Daenerys and uncle Jeor with his vows of the Night's Watch. There was a time where she would have acted impulsively and without thinking. Much like young Arya Stark had at one point. Now, in the face of a harsh Winter, she had to be careful and cautious. Because they either stood together or not at all.