A tale: Reborn in Westeros

Chapter 46

Aegon Targaryen

The hall is filled with all the lords and ladies of the North. On both sides of the hall, two large tables are set down for the nobles. They have their gazes on us. It shows mistrust and skepticism at our supposed help. The lords and ladies clearly think we will backstab them at the first opportunity. As I sit with Daenerys at the large table with the Starks, I watch the Northerners closely, as does Daenerys.

As the Umber lord leaves the hall to get his people to safety, Lyanna Mormont stepped forward. Her gaze scanning us over. She exudes a fierce presence that demands respect. Even for her young age, you can already tell she does not tolerate weak excuses.

"Your Grace, you went south and left the North. We named you King in the North. And the King in the North should stay in the North. Now, you've brought a southern king and queen here. How do you know we can trust them? That they won't pull their southern tricks on us again?" Lyanna asks Jon.

Daenerys twitches as her anger is growing. I feel my anger as well, but keep it contained. "Stay calm, my love. No need to be making dumb statements," I say softly in a calm and soothing voice. My hand caressing her thigh in a comforting manner. Daenerys only nods rigidly as she watches the Northern nobles.

Jon stands from his chair, looking at Lyanna. "You did, my lady. It is the greatest honor I received in my life. But I told you we need allies to face the coming storm. I brought those allies to our home. They came here to fight with us. I made the choice to go south because I was willing to do anything to protect the North. I will do it again if it ment saving my home," Jon says to her and the others that are present. These Northerns are stubborn and too untrusting. I take a deep breath and stand up. Jon looks at me, as does everyone else in the great hall.

"Lady Mormont, I don't care if you trust me. I don't care if any of you trust me. What I care about is that we all survive. We all know what we're facing. What we are fighting for. Life, a new sunrise, a future. Do you want to hold on to your petty grudges at this time for things that we did not do. We had no hand in what the Lannisters did, what the Mad King did. This time, we came here to aid you in the darkest of days," I start to say as I calmly walk towards them. Daenerys looks at me with a smile.

"We came here to fight with you. We brought the largest army this continent has ever seen, with three full-grown dragons. To fight together and die together for a bright future. If we do not stand together now, we will die," I finish. I scan the room to see their response. It is a mix, but at least they are mostly positive, I think. I walk back to my seat while Sansa looks at me and Daenerys.

"How are we meant to feed this great army? What do..." Sansa starts to say in an arrogant tone before I cut her off. That made me snap as my anger starts to boil hot. "Are you serious?! Tens of thousands are about to die, and you worry about food? Do you have no shame?" I start to say angrily. "My love, please calm down..." Daenerys says soothingly as her hands touch my shoulders.

"I will not, Dany! I did not leave the comfort of home and our children, so I can listen to this nonsense. You listen well, Sansa. I am scared to death that I will not see my children again. Knowing I could not hold them again in my arms. To not see them grow old... How dare any of you to treat us like this?!" I say angrily as tears leave me.

The hand of Jon slams on the table. "That's enough! We can't fight amongst ourselves. If we do not band together, we're all dead! Sansa, you should be ashamed. You know the dead will be here soon. Each of us should be thankful and honored that people are willing to die beside us," Jon says in a loud and authoritative voice to her and all those in the hall.

"There is too much at stake. Everyone is here for the same reason. To fight for their family, children, the people they care about. We must work together in order to survive. I rather eat less than turn away the help we desperately need. When we survive we can worry about food, shelter, our homes that need to be rebuilt. This is not the time to squabble like little children! We must find it in ourselves to trust in our fellow men and women. They are breathing, they are alive. We must work together to keep on living," Jon says. Sansa looks with shame at the ground. The Lords and Ladies murmur their agreements, even Lyanna Mormont. They look ashamed of their behavior.

"Good. If we are done spewing worthless insults at each other, we have work to do. There is a lot to prepare..." Jon says as he starts to explain the plan.

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After the meeting, I walk with Daenerys towards our room. She sighs softly as we walk with intertwined arms. "Are you okay, my love? I have never seen you so angry before," she says with worry. I let out a deep breath. "I am now, Dany. Sansa's words just cut deep. I am fucking scared to die, and she has the guts to say something so low. As if they think all these men came here to betray them. It made me so angry... I rather be home with our children."

"I know, I felt the same as I heard the words. Sansa should feel deep shame about what she said," she says as we walk into our room. "Come, let's lay in bed, so we can calm down," she says smiling at me. Daenerys guides me to the bed, lays me down, and snuggles close to me. I already start to feel better as Daenerys holds me close. For a long and pleasant time, I lay with Daenerys under the sheets, drinking in her presence. Only she can calm me down and make me feel at peace. "Thank you, Dany... I deeply love you." She smiles and places a kiss on my forehead. "I love you more," she hums out.

Our peace is disturbed by a knock on the door. A frustrated groan leaves me. "My god, can't we snuggle in peace..." I say with frustration. Daenerys chuckles as she gets out of bed, straightening out her clothes. I quickly follow suit. "Come in," I mumble.

The door opens and Sansa walks in. A deep sigh leaves me. "Sansa, I hope you are here to apologize to us," I say. Sansa nods as her head bows towards us. "I am, Your Grace. It was a pitiful display and words that should not have been said. I hope you can forgive my behavior," Sansa says.

"I do not know what led you to mistrust every person from the South, but I gave my word to Jon. If I give my word, I do not easily break it, Lady Stark. We are here to save Westeros, not destroy your House," Daenerys says. Her voice is stern but laced with kindness. "I should have known better. I hope you can accept my apology."

"All is forgiven, Sansa. We are all on edge with the dead on their way here. Especially, now that they have broken through the Wall. We will stop them, but we can only do it together. I want to see my kids again, and I can only do that if we all fight beside each other," I say. Sansa takes a deep breath. "We will stand together, Your Grace. I give you my word," she says as she holds her hand out. I take hold of it to shake it with a strong grip. "Good. We better get Jon on that dragon then. Shall we Daenerys?" Daenerys nods and we walk out of the room.

"Jon on a dragon?" Sansa asks confused as we leave her in the room rather stunned. Daenerys chuckles as her arm wounds around mine. "Indeed! It will be a sight to see..."