DISCONTINUED
amaris smiled and her eyes filled with melancholy tears as she looked at jon snow, the man she loved but could never have.
jon snow x oc
season 1 - season 8
highest #32 in fanfiction
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stop acting so small. you are the universe in ecstatic motion.
-rumi
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Amaris woke from her slumber with a start. Ragged breaths shook through her chest as she shot up. Her feet slammed onto the cold stone floor of her chambers as the vision of a woman in red danced through her mind.
"We just decided to pardon those who once served the wrong king."
Daenerys Targaryen was in Dragonstone and Melisandre was at her side. Clutching her chest, Amaris paced the length of the room, casting a quick glance at Jon to ensure that he was still sound asleep.
"The Prince Who is Promised will bring the dawn... I'm afraid I'm not a prince."
"I believe you have a role to play."
The politics of who sat on the Iron Throne mattered little to her at this point, but she had seen the destruction Daenerys Targaryen was capable of causing with her dragons. Combined with Melisandre's fanaticism... that was a dangerous pairing that could set the country aflame.
"Tell Jon Snow that his queen invites him to come to Dragonstone... and bend the knee."
Bile surged in Amaris' throat.
Pursing her lips, Amaris clutched her hand to the base of her throat and exited the chamber. Her feet slapped against the stone, echoing through the empty, dark corridor. Soon, she was entering Robb's nursery. He slept soundly, sucking quietly on his thumb. For a moment, as Amaris stared down at her son, running the backs of her fingers over his soft face, she forgot all her worries.
"I figured you'd be in here."
Amaris turned. Jon was standing in the door, eyes bleary from sleep and a tired smile on his face.
"I had a vision," Amaris whispered, beckoning him over.
His arms circled around her waist, drawing her back to his chest. Lips ghosting over her neck he asked, "A pleasant one?"
"When are they ever pleasant?"
He hummed and pressed a kiss to her jaw.
"Fuck the Iron Throne," Amaris said after a moment, eyes focused on Robb's sweet face. "The North and our son are my priorities."
Jon stiffened behind her. "Where is this coming from?"
"Daenerys Targaryen wishes you to surrender the North to her... to bend the knee." Amaris' lip curled into a sneer. "We cannot give her what she wants." With a sigh, Amaris turned to face Jon. "We will receive a summons, Jon. Soon."
"And we will deal with it when it comes," Jon agreed. He raised a calloused hand and ran it down her cheek. "But there is nothing we can do as of right now."
