Fire Meets Ice

Union Of Fire & Ice

-Jon-

"For the Watch."

"Papa, pick me up!"

"For the Watch."

"Papa, throw me in the air!"

"For the Watch."

"Papa, teach me to use a sword!"

"For the Watch."

"Papa, stop your brooding!"

"For the Watch."

"Papa, I will Love you forever!"

"For the Watch."

The cold steel sending chills through his body, turning him cold in fear and shock, ending the life that had lived strong within him as it plunged deeper.

Jon woke with a gasp of breath.

He eyes quickly took in his surrounds. Once he determined he was safe he took a deep breath.

A smile grew on his face as he gazed down at Daenerys.

Her soft silver hair sprawled out over the furs, making him want to reach out and run his hand through it. But he decided against disturbing her, wanting her to remain in her clearly peaceful slumber.

As slowly and gently as he could, he removed her head from his chest and rose from the bed, he got dressed slowly and as quietly as possible, taking in her gorgeous petite body hugging the pillow.

Her small baby bump making him feel a sense of pride, hope and Joy. He took one last look before leaving the chambers quietly.

He went to find Sansa, he first checks the hall and finds her breaking her fast.

"Sansa, good morning." He says sitting down next to her.

Sansa's eyes go wide at the sight of him. "Jon! Your alright!"

He smiles and tilts his head. "Yeah..."

"After you stormed out yesterday we didn't see you again." She explains.

Jon nods. "Right yeah, sorry about that...needed some time to think..."

She smiles. "I understand...that's a heavy truth just dropped on your head..."

He nods slowly. "Sure is..."

She grabs his hand. "Jon, you are still my brother."

He smiles. "Thank you, Sansa...that means a lot to me."

She smiles and nods. "Where is Daenerys?"

He smiles. "Sleeping peacefully. Which reminds me of why I came here to find you."

"Oh?" she questions.

"Yes...I have a favor to ask..."

"Yes?"

"I want to marry Daenerys tonight under the Weirwood tree and I need your help to plan it." He says.

Sansa's eyes widen and she shifts slightly in her seat, a smile tugging at her lips, her eyes full of excitement. "I get to plan Daenerys and your wedding?" she whispers quietly.

Jon smiles. "Yes."

Sansa lets out a squeal of delight.

"Sansa-"

"I have got to go, the day is short!" She says, then jumps out of her seat and practically runs out of the door.

Jon frowns but has a smile.