"I can't control there fear only my own."
When Jon Snow sails to hard-home to get the free folk on the other side of the wall he wasn't expecting there leaders to be a girl and one with magic at that, but also a very dark past.
Will Max fall In...
"I am his and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days."
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Grunting as I land near Winterfell's gates, I see it torn open, and I think the worst. I sprint into the courtyard, to see wun-wun dead on the ground and the sight brings tears to my eyes. But I blink them away and search for Jon and Tormund. The two idiots I just happen to know. Damn that sounds more depressing than I thought. Funny. Any way we i get inside the walls I see Jon staring angrily toward Ramsey, and Tormund a few feet behind him, but they all look to me when I enter. Larger strong arms wrap around my front locking me from moving. I manage to bring my hand up, my magic blazing red and push it on my chest, it going straight through me, and pushing against the soldier, and his arms fly back, releasing me. I take a few steps forward and turn around pushing my red mist to the man having him fly back hitting the wall. I turn around to see In with a shield headed towards Ramsey, with the latter shooting arrows at the other. I decide not to intervene unless I have too, but I will if I have to. He shots a few more arrows before Jon gets to close and rams the shield at him knocking Ramsey to the ground. Jon beats Ramsey aggressively until her stops and looks to his left to see Sansa staring at him. Jon stands up an looks around before he walks off, an I follow him.
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"You can't expect knights of the vale to side with, wildling invaders." A man says. "We didn't invade, we were invited." Tormund says. "Not my me." The man says again and small chatters break throughout the room. I roll my eyes look to Jon seeing him looking at me. I shrug my shoulders an point to my stomach, and he nods seemingly getting the message I hope. I make eye contact with Tormund an we share a friendly nod before I silently leave the room in hopes of seeing a maester. After some wandering around the halls I stumble upon a man In black robes with a chains hanging lowly around his neck. "Oh, hello my child. Are you lost?" He says and I know that I can trust him from the kind voice. "Uh no I was look for a maester." I say a little quietly but he hears. "Well I am the maester, so what can I do for you dear one." He questions "I'm with a child an I'm starting to show but I only found out a month ago, and I was wondering if you could see if it's a girls or. Boy." I say look defensively over my shoulder before looking back to him. "Oh yes of course, let's just get to my room, and I'll see what I can do." He says before he turns around and stats to walk. I awkwardly follow, an before long we get to a room full of schools and books. He tells me to sit on a bed and I comply, as he gets some things before sitting across from me. After a few minutes of him examining my stomach he speaks. "Well the child is healthy, and from the way your carrying, the boy appears to be about four moons. I'd say about three more moons before you give birth to him." The maester says. "It's a-a boy." I say not really believing it. Happily I hug lean forward an hug him as he nods confirming it. "Thank you so much maester." I say, pulling away from the hug with him laughing slightly at my happiness. "No problem, my dear. But if it's not to much to ask who is the father." He says. "No it's fine. The father is Jon Snow." I say. "Really, That is astounding. Is the child illegitimate?" He pesters it I brush it off an say. "No." He nods before getting up and Doug something else mumbling to himself. Simple I happily exit the room and try to find my way back to the hall. Once I get there i easily slip in quietly though difficult slight cause my ever growing stomach. Once I get back in, it's only then that I realize everyone is yelling 'King in the north' with Jon standing up, I look around confused before realization dawns on me. Jon is king in the North, I think, but after I think that our eyes connect. Smiling while rubbing my stomach lightly I wink at him before moving to the side of the room with Tormund. "What he say, the um healer?" He questions. I smirk before I answer with. "I'm going to have a son." I say. I look to see Tormund as he laughs madly before picking me up and spinning around causing a few heads to turn but doesn't mind. Feeling eyes on me as Tormund sets me down I turn to see Jon staring at me intently. I look at him just as intently before breaking into a smile as he does the same, and I walk over to him and he meet me in the middle. "Well, what did he say?" Jon asks wrapping his arms around my waist, an my arms finding there way around his neck. "Apparently I'm farther along that we thought. Four moons, an He says In three I'll give birth to our son." I say a little blush creeping up my neck, as I look to the floor and back to him seeing his eyes practically glowing. "We're gonna have a son." He says exasperatedly, while letting out a breath. I nod confirming it and his eyes shine bright than before as he leans in a kisses me passionately, and almost forgetting we had a crowd I hear a few gasps but pay no mind as I kiss back. He pull away smiling before he hugs me laughing as I do the same until some lord says. "He's with a wildling?" Jon an I break away from our hug and look to all the lords and lady's staring at us in shock. "Aye I am." Jon says proudly. The lords share a look. "Have you married?" He questions this time seemingly slowly but quickly adjusting to this but still weary. "We have." Jon say looking back to and placing his hand on my stomach. "And we're with a Son." That causes a few more gasps and whispers to break out, before the lord shrugs before cheering, lifting his sword once again. I look up to Jon an smile. "We'll be a family." I say and this causes him to look back to me smiling. "Aye." He say before pulling me in an kissing once again, and I smile into the kiss. I break away and look to see Sansa smiling happily at us, and I smile back before looking to Jon and saying. "Sansa is going to love having a nephew." He laughs and nods look down before looking up once again, but my smile falters when I make eye contact with the red witch as her words come to my head. 'You will carry a prince, the heir to the Iron Throne, and you will be in danger when people find out.' Ill have to ask her later. I think.
