The Game of Thrones

JON VIII

"FUCK!" Jon screamed as he hit the stone wall of his old chamber again. He looked down at his now bloody knuckles from having a few rounds with the wall and lost. Feelings raged inside him like never before as he hit the wall one last time.

He hadn't slept next to Dany for over a week as he locked himself in his room to be alone. Lord Tyrion tried to visit him, but Jon refused.

I just need time to think.

However, no amount of space was helping to fill the hole Dany made in his heart. He felt so betrayed not just by his wife, but his own family. Everyone knew — even Arya. And no one told me. No one but Sansa.

But even the way Sansa told him made Jon furious. It wasn't because Sansa wanted to tell me for me, she just wanted to spite Dany.

His head just kept spinning as he began loathing women and their drama. Because of this, his newly happy marriage turned into a giant chaotic mess. And we're about to bring a child into a world that's even shittier.

He often thought about how much easier his life was when he was young and just the Bastard of Winterfell. While he hated it there, especially with Lady Stark always casting him down, at least it was predictable. He knew he wasn't allowed at the dinner table with guests. He knew he'd never be lord of anything. Seven hells, that's why he joined the Night's Watch to begin with — to try and gain some honor since there was no place in the world for him.

But then even those men betrayed him, and Jon ended up dead. And now I'm here. He thanked the gods every day for his beautiful wife that he never thought he'd have. Jon never even thought he'd get married, let alone marry someone like Dany. But then again, I thought I was just a bastard. Not Aegon fucking Targaryen.

But while he was always thankful, a small part of him wished he could go back to being the bastard that no one cared about or gave attention to. He sighed as he fell down on the bed. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as the one he usually shared with Dany for nothing could be as perfect as sleeping with her. But here he was, stuck with his pride sitting there alone. Again.

I need to get out of this room. But where would I go?

After thinking for a moment, an idea finally came to him: Sam. He was the only person Jon knew would understand what it was like to feel the pressure of becoming a parent. Hells, he even did it while we were still at the Wall.

So, Jon wrapped his knuckles in some cloth and started down the hall to see his old friend. He constantly checked around corners to avoid seeing Dany or any of her advisors, but he was thankfully lucky. When he finally arrived at Sam and Gilly's chamber, he knocked quietly and waited to see if anyone would answer.

After a few moments, the door creaked open.

"Jon!" Sam answered, clearly surprised.

Jon smiled. "Sam," he said as he went to hug his startled friend.

Sam returned the gesture. "What are you doing here? Tyrion said you've been locked up in your room all the time..."

He nodded. "I have," Jon confessed. "But I really need to talk to you."

Sam made a face. "Could you possibly—"

But he was cut off by the sound of Little Sam crying. Sam shrugged as he went to hold his son as Gilly stood to get food. Jon followed him into the room as he looked around at them trying to silence the baby.

"Hello Jon," Gilly said while taking Little Sam back from Sam's arms.

"Hello," Jon waved awkwardly. Normally I'd leave, but I really need to talk to him. "I really need to talk to Sam."