The Realm's Saviour (A GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION)

Chapter 19

Ashara woke up to a cold empty bed, no one beside her. It was the best sleep she had in ages, she felt well rested.

Suddenly a fury of knocks came from the door and Arya, Jany, Sansa, Bran, and Rickon, came barrging in and Arya and Jany lept on the bed.

"Well good morning to all of you," Ashara yawned sitting up and stretching. She picked up Jany and placed her on her lap. "So what have you all come here for," she asked smiling and tapped Rickon's nose, which made him giggle.

"Jon told us," Sansa urged as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Told you what exactly," Ashara asked.

"That you are with child," Sansa bursted happily. Ashara smiled at the children's happy reaction. Sansa gasped heartily as Ashara stood up and revealed her belly.

All the Stark children crowded her wanting to see. They were all more delighted than Ashara expected.

"Jon and mother informed us of something as well," Arya started as she sat back down on the bed.

"And what would that be," Ashara asked as she sat akwardly on an arm chair.

"That you and Jon would marry before the war starts," Sansa finished Arya, and she jumped happily.

Ashara face broke into a brimming smile, that she wore across her face. She was going to marry her love. And acording to Ariies law, bastards came inherit, so if a bastard marries someone with a family name the bastard would inherit the spouse's family name.

Sansa led Ashara back to her chambers to get dressed. She dressed in an Ariies dress she had brought with her. A long flowing yellow dress with long sweeping sleeves, simple blue embroidery down the centre. Sansa made Ashara's simple braid with a blue wildflower.

There were many men in the great hall, not just Stark men, but her Ariies bannermen. They were all sitting at the long tables and eating with boisterous talk. All eyes turned to Ashara when Sansa led her in. All the Ariies men bowed their heads as she pasted. When Ashara sat down their was a plate infront of her with much food. Eggs, bread, bacon, all of her northern favourites.

Ned and Catelyn stood up together and the room quieted down.

"Now all of you know the engagment of Ashara Arii and Jon Snow. Jon has convinced us to have the wedding here before we all call our banners," Ned started, his voice filling the room, "We will plan and the wedding shall be in one weeks, two weeks before we all set out to be freed." All the men cheered and held up their glasses.

Jon looked beside himself to Ashara, who was talking to little gleeful Jany. When she finished, and Jany ran off with Arya, everyone wanted to talk to her about her happy day.

Sansa was with Ashara in her chambers talking about her dress, Septa had brought many different fabrics to chose from to make the dress. Rich red colours with flowers, blue and grey, light pink, green. Then a fabric caught Ashara's eye, a creamy white fabric with a beautiful black flower design. There was a beautiful dress design paired with the fabric, plus some soft white fabric.

"It's perfect," Ashara said and Sansa smiled.

Wedding preperations started right away. It had been ages since a wedding took place in Winterfell, the last was Ned and Catlyen many years ago. Since Ashara under more pressure, plus carrying a child, she trusted Sansa and Septa Mordane with the preparations. Many time Ashara slept in, and no one objected, an angry pregnant women was not to cross with.

Most of the men, Ned, Robb, Jon, Theon, Jory Cassel, Ser Rodrik, and Ashara's men Owen and Dommeric spent most of their time around a map, or preparing the men. The Ariies men were anxious for a swing with a weapon, they were strong and loyal, the men all trusted Ashara.

Ashara was able to spend more time with Khukuri and learn more about him. He needed the be in water if there was no reason not to, Khukuri promised he would help fight. He looked so small and vonerable, but Ashara knew how menicing he was at full size.

With all the time on her hands, Ashara was able to come up with some names for the babe, if it were a boy, Artos, after Jon's great great great grandfather Artos Stark the Implacable, and if it were a girl, Marja Arii, after Ashara's half sister who risked her life to make sure Ashara safely made it to Winterfell as a babe. Jon agreed and thought the names were perfect.

Then the glorious day came.

Ashara stood in her remarkable wedding dress with hair cascading down in a flowing manner.

All the Stark children were standing by the old Godswood by the heart tree, plus some other important men, Jory, Luwin, and Rodrik. An old Septon stood by the tree as well as Jon, looking as handsome as ever.

She asked Ned if he would be so honored as to walk her down to Jon, he happily accepted.

Now Ashara waited to be taken to her future husband, she trembled, her hands shaking. Why was she nervous, she loved Jon and she loved him, why was she afraid?

The sun had just started to set and the rays peaked throught the ancient heart tree. The sky was in perfect splendor, orange and pink sprawled across the sky in perfect harmony.

"You ready," Ned said as he walked beside her.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she smiled.

Ned took Ashara hand and started leading her down what felt like the longest walk of her life. Her fingers would not stay still, her stomach tumbled and turned, in nervousness and excitment.

When she got to the tree, Jon and the Septon were standing there, then it began.

"Father"

"Smith"

"Warrior"

"Mother"

"Maiden"

"Crone"

"Stranger"

"I am his-"

"-And she is mine"

"From this day until the end of my days."

Cloaks were sheaded and received and hands were bound together, and love was spoke.