The Rise of the Dragons

Chapter 24

*Credits to the creator of this art. *

Ash/Senya POV

We gather ourselves in the great hall the following morn with the Lords and Ladies of the North. Jon(egg), Bitch(Sansa), Rickon (pup), and I sat at the head table. Things were going back and forth. Before Lady Mormont made a grown man shake in his boots.

"Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding, Lord Manderly. But you refused the call. You swore allegiance to House Stark, Lord Glover, but in their hour of greatest need, you refused the call. And you, Lord Cerwyn, your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton. Still, you refuse the call. But House Mormont remembers. The North remembers. We know no king but the King in the North whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard. Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins. He's my king from this day until his last day." she said. 

"In what of Lord Rickon-"

Rickon stood, raising his hand. Silence filled the room.

"I might be the heir of Winterfell, but I'm in no position of leading you to what comes next. I was just a babe when I was forced from my home and into hiding. Lady Mormont is right. My brother is a bastard, but he has our father's blood running through his veins just as I. The King that rode into battle to save me from that Mad man Bolton. The only northern who dare do so. He's my King until his last." He said sternly. He gives a nod to Jon before sitting.

Murmurs filled the room until Lord Manderly stood.

"Lady Mormont and Lord Stark speaks harshly and truly. My son died for Robb Stark, the Young Wolf. I didn't think we'd find another king in my lifetime. I didn't commit my men to your cause 'cause I didn't want more Manderlys dying for nothing. But I was wrong. Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding. He is the White Wolf. The King in the North." he said before drawing his sword point down before he kneels.

Glover speaks but for me, it was empty words.

Soon the room was filled with the same chant.

'The King of the North'

Jon stood taking it all in before he got the room to be silenced. "You name me your King. I am honored to be so. As for the moment I have no Queen for am not married and as of now don't plan to be. My sister Ashara was with me in battle, had risked her men to take back our home and we may have no chance in doing so without her help." he said.

Murmurs filled the room.

"As of now, Ashara will fill that role. Does anyone have a reason to object to her being the Queen of the North." he said.

"I do. She hasn't been here and probably doesn't remember the ways or their wants." Sansa said.

Ashara stood glaring at her before turning to the Lords and Ladies.

"My sister brings up a valid point." she said and Sansa looks smudged. "Many of you not know my story or know some of it. Lord Stark..my father and I made a contract to give the north ships once more. As I do know the issues of you all problems. I can easily have food, furs and among others, things brought here for the people of the north."

"I can do so much but sadly some of you don't see me as a northern no more but a foreigner who wants to take. I don't need anything from anyone. I have always made sure of that. I have the experience of a veteran warrior on land and water. Many of you fight with me just outside these walls and know what I'm capable of. If you want me as your queen for now then I will be it. I will not cry over something that any of you don't want." she said.

I was proud. Sansa's smudge look was gone when many bangs were happening on the table of the approval. 

Soon the chants like mine filled the air.