The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Episode 8: The Return Of Spring (Part 2)

Farewell

Jon

The meeting was concluded an hour later with every Lady and Lord paying a small price for their own ideal plans. No one was happy, but in a way, no was truly mad. They had all discussed what needed to be discussed on.

   The Seven Kingdoms would be rebranded into the Seven Independent Kingdoms with each Lord and Lady of House choosing the next ruler of the generation based on skill and experience, combat awareness and logical knowledge. Thus, Daenerys had finally broken the wheel.

   Highgarden would be offered to Lady Melessa of House Tarley with her daughter ruling over Horn Hill. A selected handful of men and women of different Houses and kingdoms within the area would be formed into an orchestrated council to govern over The Reach. Samwell Tarley had already been handpicked as Grand Maester. 

   The North, along with Dorne and the Iron Islands, would strive for their own independence after breaking away from the rest of the world, alone but contempt. Sansa would be named as Warden of The North, Yara as Queen of The Iron Islands, and the Prince of Dorne as the Prince of Dorne. He had attempted on persuading Arton to retake his throne of his birthright, but Arton refused, claiming he was no King. 

   Then it would lead up to Kings Landing. It would no longer be the kingdom of Westeos if Westeros itself would no longer be made up as the Seven Kingdoms. For all that was known, a King or Queen would take the position of reigning over the city, if not, then a chosen Champion would.

   After the meeting, Jon strolled throughout the gardens in a peaceful manner. He looked up to no longer see snowflakes falling down, he no longer could feel the cold breeze of longing winter. All he saw was the sky of an endless blue with clouds as thick as pillows, flowers blooming all around him and the wind's howl no rougher than the feeling of warm air. Spring had finally returned. 

   "It's quiet, isn't it?" A voice called from behind

   Jon turned around to see Arton walking up from behind, a smile carried on his scarred face while his eyes showed a different feeling. The two hadn't had the proper moment to speak with one another, up until moments before marching to Winterfell. Time was truly never on their side.

   "Aye," said Jon, looking around him. "Never seen spring this lovely and quiet before."

   "Winter's lasted for a longer time than summer. I reckon if you came to Dorne one day, you'd be surprised of my definition of winter compared to yours." Arton replied.

   "And feel all that sand in my boots? Nah, I rather take on melting ice."

   The two men chuckled quietly. The chirping of nearby birds came into the ambience of trees swaying and the grass blowing in the wind-like leaves. To Jon, it felt too quite to be so real. 

   He had lived years as a brother of the Nights Watch to unknowingly become Lord Commander, only for his heart to be stabbed apart by his own men he trusted so dearly. He left to fight for Winterfell against House Ramsay, only to lose part of sanity and his youngest brother. He fought for House Targaryen in exchange that they would help The North against their common enemy, only to realize that love was the death of duty. And his duty would forever remain to The North.