Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Chapter 2

Summary:
Robb demands answers. Jon has breakfast with Uncle Benjen before telling his Father and Step-mother of his calling.

Notes:
Thank you for all the support this story has received. This chapter turned out a little longer than I expected.

I also changed some of the tags (on AO3- not good with tags on Wattpad). That being said - This is in no way at all a Dany/Drogo fic. They will be involved in a political marriage, similar to Rhaegar and Elia. I will not write smut between these two characters because I just don't think that I have that in me, however it will be implied because I do plan to have Rhaego in this story (he's gotta come from somewhere). Daario hating tags are a warning because he will be a total douche canoe in this story (sorry if you like Daario, but I have my reasons in this story).

Please leave a comment and let me know what you thought about this section and if you want me to write Dany's time in Essos or just do flash backs when she gets to Westeros.

Chapter Text
Chapter Two (Jon)

Jon woke to a pounding at his door and an aching head the morning after Robb and Margaery's wedding. "Ugghhh... Too much champagne," he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his temples, praying the room would not be spinning once he sat up.

"OPEN THE DOOR SNOW. I KNOW YOUR ASS IS IN THERE!" Robb hollered from the other side of the thick wooden door.

"Just a minute," Jon grumbled as he pulled back the plush comforter and rolled out of the twin-sized bed in his small childhood room.

"I HEAR YOU SHUFFLING AROUND!"

"I'm coming! Give me a second. I'm getting dressed," he retorted as he pulled a black tee shirt on over his head. He then pulled up a pair of black gym shorts and started walking towards the door.

"HURRY UP! DON'T MAKE ME GET THE KEY FROM THE MAIDS!" Robb called impatiently.

When Jon pulled the door open, Robb barged in. "What is it that you want to talk to Father about?" he demanded.

"Good morning to you as well," Jon replied, still not fully awake, rubbing his temples in an attempt to numb his headache.

"Robb, calm down," his new bride stated. Jon did not even see her enter the room.

His brother took a deep breath and started pacing. "Jon, I was walking past Father's office this morning. He was talking to Uncle Benjen. He told Father you had something important to discuss with him about your future. That you wanted his support and blessing." Robb took another deep breath, stopped his pacing and looked him in the eyes, "So I ask, again. What is it that you wish to discuss with Father?"

Jon felt his stomach knot with anxiety. He blew out a shaky breath. This is not a conversation he wanted to be having with his brother right now – he had wanted to speak with Father first. "Robb, don't you and Marge have a flight to catch. This conversation can wait until after you have returned home from your honeymoon." 'Please don't force this out of me.'

"Bullshit!" Robb exclaimed. "You are part of my future. We are going to run Stark Enterprises together once Father retires."

"Please, Robb. Not now," Jon pleaded. He could see the look of concern on his sister-in-law's face.

"Robb," Margaery said softly, taking her husband's hand. "Let your brother talk to your father first. The two of you can FaceTime once we get back from our honeymoon... Speaking of which the car is out front waiting to take us to the airport."

Robb looked at his wife and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before turning his attention back to Jon. "The thing is, if you do not tell me this important life decision is now, I will spend my entire honeymoon worried about you instead of enjoying time with my wife."