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

Chapter 28

"Why did you chose me," Ashara asked as she played with the hair on Jon's chest as the two sat in the tub.

"What do you mean," Jon asked trailing his hand down her back.

"I only wonder why you chose me and not anyone else. There were many beautiful girls in Winterfell. Prettier, skinnier-,"

Jon stopped her sentence,"Do not ever think you are not perfect or beautiful for one damn second. You are my wife, the love I have for you is something no one could ever take away."

"Not even the Gods," Ashara murmered.

"But not even the Gods could take away our love," Jon smiled at her and brought his lips down to hers.

As they slowly kissed Jon breathed, "When we have children, and we will, you will be an incredible mother."

Ashara smiled as Jon moved his lips on hers. She could feel something harden under her sitting position, her eyes widen, Ashara knew exactly what it was.

Jon let out a throaty groan as Ashara licked his bottom lip. She shifted her position so now she was straddling him.

Ashara felt like all the past, was in a chest, that never wanted to be opened. For now it was just her and Jon.

Jon broke the kiss and rubbed his nose with Ashara who relished in his presence. He leaned over to a stool that had Ashara's clothes drapped over them, and picked up a washing cloth and a vile of scented soap. He scrubbed her face tenderly, then made his way down her chest and back with skilled hands. Ashara just watched the man she loved rinse all her worries away.

That night Jon brushed the hair out of Ashara's sleeping face he wondered if Ashara were to get pregnant would he be a father that would be a figure that his children and the kingdom would look up to. He tossed and turned in bed, not being able to fall asleep, to many problems on his mind. Ashara breathed out loudly as Ghost, who was on the floor snores in a dream.

Jon had had enough of not being able to sleep, he got up as softly as he could and put his tunic and boots on and grabbed his cloak and hurried out of the tent. He passed some soldiers still awake and out their tents as he stormed just out of the camp to a small hill overlooking the forest with the full moon shining down.

He groaned out loudly as he tugged on his hair as he tried to calm himself down.

"Beautiful night isn't it." a female voice came.

Jon turned around to see Ashara's mother standing behind him with arms crossed.

"What do you want," Jon asked annoyed looking away from her face. It reminded him too much of Ashara and all her pain.

"A breath of fresh cool air I suppose," Loiola spoke walking closer.

Jon sighed exasperated, and rubbed his face.

"Something wrong," Loiola asked shifting her weight.

"What gave it away," Jon replied sarcastically.

"The frustrated sighs, pulling of the hair, leaving to get air."

"I just have a lot on my mind."

"Like what, I don't have to be anywhere, plus you are my daughter's husband," Liola spoke.

Jon plopped down on the ground and looked at the moon.

"For starters, this rebellion is going to kill thousands, maybe even the ones I care about the most, and this is the second child that was taken away from Ashara and I."

Loiola Sat down beside Jon and said, "Jon I can tell you are a good man, but you need to know that you can't fix everything and everyone's problems."