Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

19. Not Yet

" And did you see the Dothraki, all of whom have sworn to kill for me?"

"Tooth... picks." Selma reached for Jon.

"They're hard to miss." Jon agreed grabbing selmas hand at his back.

" But still, I need your help?"

" Not to defeat Cersei. You could storm King's Landing tomorrow and the city would fall. Hell, we almost took it and we didn't even have dragons." Davos cut in

"Almost." Tyrion added smugly.

"Yeah you set fire to the waters Tyrion, that was really good, you found your match- hey I have an idea." Selma decided more to herself, if they got out they could just use wildfire to kill the white walkers. She was a genius!

"But you haven't stormed King's Landing. Why not? The only reason I can see is you don't want to kill thousands of innocent people. It's the fastest way to win the war but you won't do it. Which means at the very least you're better than Cersei."

" Still, that doesn't explain why I need your help." Daenerys countered

"Because right now you and I and Cersei and everyone else, we're children playing at a game screaming that the rules aren't fair." Jon added.

"You told me you liked this man." Daenerys hissed

"I do." Tyrion agreed

" In the time since he's met me he's refused to call me queen, he's refused to bow and now he's calling me a child." Daenerys whined

"I believe he's calling all of us children. Figure of speech."

"Well you are whining like a child." Selma cut in with a dismissive shrug. 

"Your Grace, everyone you know will die before winter is over if we don't defeat the enemy to the north." Jon remarked.

"As far as I can see, you are the enemy to the north." Daenerys countered, eyes narrowing in at Jon. Selma didnt like that evil look in her eyes. 

'I am not your enemy. The dead are the enemy." Jon corrected, her pause was incredulous.

"The dead?" Daenerys turned to Tyrion. "Is that another figure of speech?"

"No. Keep up." Selma declared. 

"The Army of the Dead is on the march." Jon corrected

" The Army of the Dead?" Tyrion asked.

"You don't know me well, My Lord, but do you think I am a liar or a madman?"  Jon asked

"No, I don't think you're either of those things." Tyrion agreed.

"Good boy Tyrion." Selma added. He cocked his head back at her. 

"The Army of the Dead is real. The White Walkers are real. The Knight King is real. I've seen them. If they get past the wall and we're squabbling amongst ourselves-"  Jon walked closer to the throne. The Dothraki guards stepped towards him to halt him. Selma held her breath, she couldnt lose Jon, not to these savages that would use his bones as toothpicks. " -- we're finished."

"I was born at Dragonstone. Not that I can remember it." Daenerys remarked rising from her throne.  " We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father's best friend, no? I wonder if your father knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me. I don't remember all of their names. I have been sold like a brood mare. I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea. Any sea." Daenerys stared Jon down.  "They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. And I will."

"You'll be ruling over a graveyard if we don't defeat the Night King." Jon corrected.

"Maybe she wants that." Selma murmured. 

"The war against my sister has already begun. You can't expect us to halt hostilities and join you in fighting --" Tyrion began " -- whatever you saw beyond the wall."

" You don't believe him. I understand that. It sounds like nonsense." Davos admitted. "But if destiny has brought Daenerys Targaryen back to our shores, it has also made Jon Snow King in the North. You were the first to bring Dothraki to Westeros. He was the first to make allies with Wildlings and northmen. He was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He was named King in the North. Not because of his birthright. He has no birthright. He's a damn bastard. All those hard son's of bitches chose him as their leader because they believe in him." Davos offered. "All those things you don't believe in, he faced those things. He fought those things for the good of his people. He risked his life for his people. He took a knife in the heart for his people. He gave his own --" Jon begged him silently to stop. Selma didnt need this bitch asking to see his scars, those were to selma's eyes only now. "If we don't put asside our enmities and band together we will die. And then it doesn't matter whose skeleton sits on the Iron Throne."

"If it doesn't matter you might as well kneel." Tyrion suggested Jon shook his head.  " Swear your allegiance to Queen Daenerys. Help her to defeat my sister and together our armies will protect the north."

" There's no time for that. There's no time for any of this. While we stand here debating --"

"It takes no time to bend the knee. Pledge your sword to her cause." Tyrion corrected

"Tyrion you used to be smart. What happened?" Selma questioned. 

' And why would I do that?" Jon countered turning to Daenerys. "I mean no offense, Your Grace, but I don't know you. As far as I can tell your claim to the throne rests entirely on your father's name. And my own father fought to overthrow the Mad King. The lords of the north placed their trust in me to lead them. And I will continue to do so as well as I can."

" That's fair. It's also fair to point out that I'm the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By declaring yourself king of the northern most kingdom, you are in open rebellion." Daenerys decided. Varys moved quickly through the throne room and whispered in Daenerys ear.  "You must forgive my manners. You will both be tired after your long journey. We'll have baths drawn for you and supper sent to your rooms."

"Am I your prisoner?" Jon countered as dothraki stepped closer.

" Not yet."

"Jon..." Selma whispered. 

"I told you it would be dangerous."