The Bastard and the Whore.

Chapter 4: Decisions.

Jon POV

Jon's eyes slowly opened as sunlight filled his chambers. He squinted at the brightness, trying to remember what exactly happened the night before. He turned over on his side and realised someone else was in his bed.

That's when he remembered! He and Ros...

"Good morrow Milord." Ros said with a sleepy smile as she woke up and saw Jon staring at her wide eyed.
"I... Good morrow." Jon said nervously making Ros giggle.
"After everything we did last night how are you still so nervous around me?" Ros teased as she sat up so the furs feel down exposing her breasts making Jon blush.
"I should go before someone sees me. I don't think it would be good if the new Lord Stark was seen with a former whore in his bed so soon after taking back his castle." Ros continued as she got out of the bed and picked up her scattered clothes before pulling her dress back on.

Jon's mouth felt as dry as Dorne as the memories of all the things they did the night before came back to him.

"I... you don't have to go." Jon said as he sat up against the wall.
"Don't worry Milord, I'll see you later." Ros said before giving him a chaste kiss and leaving the room.

Jon watched her leave and noticed Mance waiting outside his door. The Free Folk King looked at Jon and tried to hide his laugh.
"Don't say anything. We were just... celebrating." Jon said slightly embarrassed.
"Oh I'm sure many people were celebrating. This'll lighten Tormund's mood." Mance said before walking down the corridor laughing.

Sansa POV.

Sansa sat in between Ros and Brienne as they broke their fast. Tormund sat opposite Brienne and was making faces at her that Sansa guessed was him trying to flirt. Whatever Tormund was doing it was clearly only making Brienne uncomfortable as she shifted in her chair.

Mance walked into the silent room and whispered something in Tormund's ear that made him roar with laughter.

"Ros. Nice to see you've been able to keep your hands off of Lord Stark for a while." Mance teased as he sat in the chair next to Tormund.
"You can tease all you want. But at the end of the day it's Jon that's getting fucked." Ros said with a grin making Tormund laugh louder.
"I can see why he likes you." The redhead wildling said with a smile.

Ros opened her mouth to reply but stopped when Jon walked into the room. Everyone turned around to face him.

"What's going on?" Jon asked as he sat down at the head of the table and loaded his plates with sausages and bacon.
"So the only two women you've been with had red hair? I think Snow has a certain type." Mance said with a smile.
"I've figured it out!" Tormund said as he slammed his fist against the wooden table in excitement. "You like me but you can't be with me so you fuck women with the same hair as me!" He continued.
"You know what, that must be it. There's no other possible explanation." Ros said sarcastically as Jon tried to ignore the teasing comments.
"But Mance does have a point about the red hair obsession Jon." Sansa said before faking a gasp. "Is it a secret crush on your sister?" She said making Tormund laugh.
"I understand Tormund and Mance making jokes but why you Sansa?" Jon said as she shook his head.
"I can't let them have all the fun." Sansa reasoned before the room went silent as Stannis and Davos walked in and took their seats.

"Your Grace." They all said in respect before Stannis threw a scroll on the table and gestured for someone to read it.

Jon looked around before picking up the scroll and unrolling it before he read it aloud. "Lord Stannis Baratheon and the Bastard Of Winterfell Jon Snow, Daenerys Stormborn Of the house Targaryen Queen of the Andals and the First men Queen of Mereen Khaleesi Of the great grass sea the mother Of Dragons the breaker of chains and the unburnt requests an audience at Dragonstone to discuss your surrender. If you accept our Queen will have mercy and we can work together to overthrow Cersei, if not she will take the Kingdoms with Fire and Blood. Signed Lord Tyrion." Jon finished reading and put the scroll down on the table.

Jon POV

"If she thinks we are surrendering she's as mad as her father." Stannis said breaking the silence.
"Your grace, she has three dragons. We need help to beat the Night King." Jon reasoned.
"Leave us. Lord Stark, Lord Rayder stay behind." Stannis commanded as Sansa, Ros, Brienne, Podrick and Tormund stood up and left.
"If you're going to ask my opinion, I agree with Jon. We need help to keep our people safe. All of our people." Mance said sternly.
"We could go to Dragonstone to convince her to join us against the Night King. Then we can settle who gets to sit on the throne after." Davos said hoping that Stannis wouldn't act rashly.
"Aye. Ser Davos send a reply that we will go to Dragonstone and discuss terms." The King ordered. "Lord Stark, Lord Rayder you will come with me."

Ros POV

"DON'T GO SOUTH!"
"WE NEED THE WARDEN OF THE NORTH IN THE NORTH!"
"YOU CAN'T TRUST TARGARYEN'S!"
"YOUR FATHER AND BROTHER WENT SOUTH. THEY DIDN'T RETURN!" The Northern Lords shouted in outrage when Jon informed them that he was going to Dragonstone with Stannis and Mance.

Ros looked around the room, Sansa looked furious and that was understandable, she had just gotten her brother back and now he was leaving and possibly never coming back. That thought made Ros feel sick.

Baelish was smirking at the chaos. Ros knew he was up to something but she didn't know what neither could she prove it.

"My Lords, I understand your concern. But the Night King is coming and we need more allies. We need Dragonglass and fire, Daenerys Targaryen has both. We can't fight her, Cersei and the dead." Jon said sternly. Ros bit her bottom lip at Jon taking control. She loved this side of him.

"You're abandoning your home! Your people!" Sansa shouted at him in frustration.
"I'm leaving the North in good hands." Jon replied.
"Who's?" Sansa asked as the Northern Lords listened closely.
"Yours." Jon replied with a smile before leaving the room as Sansa sat there shocked.