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

Chapter 23

Ashara awoke happy and warm in Jon's arms. She turned over to see him still asleep, mouth slighly open and snoring ever so quietly. Ashara moved his arm off her and got up as silently as she could. Ghost heard her getup, so he did to. He got up and wagged his tail happily as she crossed the room. Ashara put her robe on and looked down on the map upon the table. Their camp wasn't far from the coast, it would be a short ride to greet the dragon queen. As Ashara was deep in thought she heard a bark and a whisper coming from the outside of the tent. The bark certainly did not come from Ghost, so she got up and went to the entrance. And to her surprise Robb his compainion Greywind stood at the flap.

"I wanted to see if you were up," Robb smiled and he held a wooden tray in his hands.

"Well good morning to you too," Ashara smiled at the sun shone in her eyes, "And yes I am up, but Jon I am sad to inform you is not."

Robb chuckled slightly at her tiredness and annoyance with him waking her up.

"I brought you two breakfast," Robb smiled holding the tray out.

"Thank you Robb, I was just looking over the map to see if there was anything else I could plan," Ashara smiled, "I appreciate it, and I am sure Jon will too, once he wakes up."

Robb handed her the wooden tray, a bowl of berries, some bread, and some mint tea lay ontop of the tray.

"Thank you, I will tell you when Jon awakes," Ashara said happily.

"Oh, Ashara, your mother has been looking for you," Robb informed her as he patted Greywind's head.

"Tell her I will speak to her in a bit," Ashara repied as the mint steam from the tea filled her nose.

"Well enjoyed your meal," Robb smiled.

"Thank you brother," Ashara thanked as she turned back into the tent to see Jon still asleep and Ghost lying infront of the dying fire.

After Ashara tended the fire she sat back down infront of the map. She picked at the assorted berries and drank her tea that warmed her insides. Ashara sat on the chair and instpected the map. She would take a small group with her to greet and escort and the larger group of the majority of the men to stay at camp until they returned, then the real work would begin.

Ashara held her tea in her hands and thought of more strategies that could possible work. She didn't even hear Jon get up and talk over to her with Ghost. His warm hands met her shoulders and almost made Ashara jump out of her skin.

"Seven hells Jon," Ashara said breathing heavily holding her chest.

"What's this," Jon said kissing her neck.

"Robb was so kind to give us breakfast," Ashara utter as Jon's fingers moved the hair from her shoulders, so he could kiss her shoulder. Ashara hummed at Jon worked her away from her focus.

Ashara snapped back into reality when Jon's hand travelled down her leg. She yelped and jumped up from her chair. Jon smirked at her as Ashara placed her hands on her hips.

"No Jon," she said pointing her skinny finger at him, "I know what you want, and the answer now is no. We have many things to attend to."

Jon being as he was stepped closer to Ashara, hands still on her hips, and looked down at her. They were rather close to each other, but Ashara stepped up to her husband so they were now but inches away from each other. Jon brushed his nose against hers.

"But Princess, I thought you had important matters to attend to," Jon spoke softly, his hot breath tickled Ashara's face.

"Well, since I am a very important person of this plan and the rebellion, I think the army would need me. So, they wouldn't dare start anything without me," she replied as Jon leaned down and kissed her.

It was a slow and passionate kiss, ones Jon gave her when they were both alone and in good moods.

Just as Jon wrapped his arm around Ashara's waist the tent flap flew open and in came Rob with Greywind and Ghost on his heel.

The love birds didn't notice until Rob cleared his throat loudly and Ashara jumped away from the kiss.

"I see you are up now," Robb smirked with his arms crossed.

"Yes," Jon replied, "And I was putting my mouth to good use, not for diplomacy. "

Ashara blushed a crimson red, smacked Jon in the arm, and turned to a small wooden trunk by the bed.

As she rummaged through the chest to find something suitable to wear, Ashara overheard Robb talking to Jon about the plans. From what she heard the horses where ready, she, Robb, Oscar, Dommeric, Ser Rodrik, and two more Stark bannermen were coming to greet Daenerys, the dragon queen. Jon argued that he should go but Robb convinced him that he could help the men here train and get prepared.

Ashara found a dress that she thought suitable. It was a dark red colour, simple but was beautiful.

She put her boots and cloak on and left the tent, as Jon and Robb did to leave her to get ready.

Jon held Horas' reins in one hand and her bow and arrow and sword. Ashara reluctantly took them and put them on.

She kissed Jon's cheek, a sweet gesture.

"Be safe," he whispered.

"I always am," she replied and mounted onto Horas.