Roslyn Arryn was taken in by her Aunt Catelyn stark at a young age. She had always been facinated by their Bastard son, Jon snow. They had been lifelong sweethearts.
What happens when the king appoints Ned stark as hand of the king and Roslyn is for...
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It had been days since we last had a visitor. We could hear Jamie yelling to get in everyday. Daenerys is dead. The door storms open and we're taken to the dragon pit. Everyone is here. I spot my brother. Robyn Arryn. He's sitting with many others. Dornish princes, Yara Greyjoy, Gendry Baratheon, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Robb, Alicent, Jamie, Brianne, Sam, uncle edmure. Everyone. "Where's Jon?" Tyrion says. "He is our prisoner." Greyworm says. "So is Lord Tyrion and Lady Roslyn. They were all to be brought to this gathering." Sansa says. Alicent and Robb sit next to her, confused. "We will decide what we do with our prisoners. This is our city now." Greyworm says again. I don't want my kids seeing me like this. "If you look outside the walls of your city, you'll find thousands of Northmen who will explain to you why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest." Sansa says. "And you will find thousands of Unsullied who believe that it is." He says again, i roll my eyes. "Some of you may be quick to forgive. The Ironborn are not. I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen." Yara says, her brother is Theon. I hope she knows. "You swore to follow a tyrant." I blurt out, before getting kicked in the leg by an unsullied guard, I fall to the floor, i watch as Jamie looks angry. "She freed us from a tyrant. Cersei is gone because of her, and Jon Snow put a knife in her heart. Let the Unsullied give him what he deserves." Yara says, looking directly at me. "Say another word about killing my brother and I'll cut your throat." Arya says, she's scary. "Friends, please. We've been cutting each other's throats long enough. Torgo Nudho. Am I saying that properly?" Davos says to Greyworm. "If it weren't for you and your men, we would've lost the war with the dead. This country owes you a debt it can never repay, but let us try. There is land in the Reach. Good land. The people that used to live there are gone. Make it your own. Start your own house with the Unsullied as your bannermen. We've had enough war. Thousands of you, thousands of them. You know how it ends. We need to find a better way." I stand myself up again. "We do not need payment. We need justice. Jon Snow cannot go free." Greyworm says, Davos sits. "It's not for you to decide." Tyrion says and he is kicked too. "You are not here to speak! Everyone has heard enough words from you." Greyworm yells. "You're right. And no one's any better for it. But it's not for you to decide. Jon committed his crime here. His fate is for our king to decide. Or our queen." Tyrion says, I stare at him and smirk. "We don't have a king or queen." One of the lords say. "You're the most powerful people in Westeros. Choose one." Tyrion says to Greyworm who shakes his head. "Make your choice, then." He says and I watch as Edmure stands. "My lords and ladies. I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives. What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history. I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country. A veteran of two wars. And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft - and underst." He says before he's cut off "Uncle? Please sit." Sansa says and he scoffs, looking for support but finds muted laughter. He sits and sighs. "Well, we have to choose someone." A lord says "Why just us?" Sam says standing up. "Um- We represent all the great houses, but whomever we choose, they won't just rule over lords and ladies. Maybe the decision about what's best for everyone should be left to well, everyone." Everyone bursts out laughing "Maybe we should give the dogs a vote as well." Edmure says. "I'll ask my horse." Another says, Sam looks uncomfortable "I suppose you want the crown." Edmure asks to Tyrion, he laughs. "Me? The Imp? Half the people hate me for serving Daenerys, the other half hate me for betraying her." He says laughing. "Can't think of a worse choice." He says looking at me. "Who, then?" Davos says. Tyrion locks eyes with me. "I've had nothing to do but think these past few weeks. About our bloody history. About the mistakes we've made." He starts. I stand next to him. "We underestimated the ones who had the most to offer. One person here is the most fit to rule. They were brought up as a ward. They convinced a king to marry them instead of their cousin. They mothered two children to this king. She is said to have ran, but she is here today. She is here 6 years later, alive and powerful. She knows the world, she knows people. Gendry for example, she knew Gendry as a blacksmith in the streets of kings landing. She knew many people, she was loved by many. She already has heirs. Who better to lead us than Roslyn Arryn. She knows the ins and outs of the kingdom. She is a survivor. Let her lead."Tyrion says grabbing my hand. I smile. "Does she want it?" Sansa says. "I always wanted it. I have almost been queen too many times. I can rule. I can break the wheel. I won't be a tyrant. I care for the people of the kingdom. Not just the lords. I have lived amongst the people. Let me lead." I say and people stare. "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Jamie yells. "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Tyrion joins in. "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Arya says "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Robyn says "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Edmure says "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" The dornish Prince says "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Yara Greyjoy says "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" The lords say "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Gendry says "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Sansa says. "To Roslyn of house Arryn!" Bran says finally.
I watch as sansa stands. "I love you, . I always will. You'll be a good Queen. But tens of thousands of Northmen fell in the Great War defending all of Westeros. And those who survived have seen too much and fought too hard ever to kneel again. The North will remain an independent kingdom, as it was for thousands of years." She asks. "The north shall stay an independent kingdom. It shall be lead by Lady Sansa Stark." I proclaim, she looks the most happy I've seen her in years. "All hail Roslyn Arryn! First of her name, queen of the Andals and first men. Lady of the six kingdoms and protector of the realm!" Tyrion says, everyone rises. "All hail Roslyn Arryn!" They all yell. They all sit as Tyrion bows. "Tyrion, you shall be my hand." I say and he nods. "I don't want it." He says. "Yes you do." I say back. "I don't deserve it. I thought I was wise, but I wasn't. I thought I knew what was right, but I didn't. Choose Ser Davos. Choose anyone else." He says again. "Tyrion. I chose you." I repeat. "You cannot." Greyworm says. "Yes I can." I reply. "He is prisoner. He deserves justice." Greyworm says. "I am prisoner too." I say holding up my chains. "Justice." He says, unchaining me. "You shall get it." I say walking into the Red keep. Entering as Queen of the Six kingdoms. Queen Roslyn.
