The Bastard and the Whore.

Recovery

Jon POV

It had been a week since the Long Night and Winterfell was being rebuilt. A memorial to all who died was being build in the Godswood where the Night King fell.

They had held a ceremony to mourn the dead and a large feast afterwards to celebrate their victory.

It was during that feast that the Northern Lords hailed Jon their King. Even Princess Shireen agreed that Jon would be the best choice. He tried to talk them all out of it before Sansa made him come to his senses.

Jon agreed to rule for two years until Shireen turned 10 and 6 namedays. Then he would pass the crown to Shireen, who agreed to have him on her small council.

"You'll have a chose a Queen you know." Ros said as she played with his curls. They were laying in bed together after a long round of fucking. "One of the highborn ladies." She added.

"What if I don't want one of them? What if I want you to be my Queen?" Jon asked as he looked up at her.

"From a whore to a Queen. I'm sure the Lords will be angry with that." Ros said with a chuckle.
"Fuck the Lords. I love you, I only want you." Jon said softly as he gave her a loving kiss.
"Then take me my King." Ros said with a grin as Jon rolled on top of her.

Jon kissed her neck and softly bit down on her soft flesh. Before it could go any further Tormund burst into the room.

"You've been summoned for a meeting." Tormund announced as Jon rolled off of Ros.
"You never knock do you?" Jon asked.
"Nope. Now shift ya arse I'm getting bored of waiting." Tormund said before leaving the room.

Sansa POV

Sansa sat in the meeting room with Davos, Olenna, Shireen, Arya, Daenerys, Missandei, Tyrion, Jaime, Lord Royce (who'd been named the new Lord paramount of the Vale), Tormund and Jon.

"We have a proposition," Tyrion began once everyone was seated. "One that will benefit us all." He continued.

"Go on my Lord." Jon encouraged.

"As you know we are both low on soldiers and resources. Neither of us can beat Cersei alone without killing hundreds. But if we have enough men for a siege Cersei will surrender without the need for bloodshed." Tyrion said as the others nodded along. "Which is why we need an alliance. We propose that Daenerys and Jon marry. With our combined forces we can beat Cersei. The two of you are the best choice to rule and you'll be best at ruling together." He explained.

"And what would happen if Jon refuses? If the North and the Vale declare themselves independent under Jon's rule?" Sansa questioned coldly.

"If you refuse I will burn down the Red Keep, take the throne with force and come back to deal with a Northern Rebellion." Daenerys threatened. "If you marry me you'll save hundreds of lives, including your sisters." She said to Jon.

"That's blackmail! You can't force him!" Arya shouted.
"Women are forced into marriages all the time why can't men be forced?" Daenerys asked.
"Jon is not one of the men that forces anything! Punishing someone because of actions of other men is like us calling you mad because of your father! Don't judge others if you don't want them to judge you." Sansa reasoned.

"Jon, it's your Choice." Tyrion said.
"If I marry you, you'll let my people live and you won't harm the citizens of Kingslanding?" Jon asked.
"No one has to die." Daenerys confirmed.
"I'll do it." Jon said emotionlessly.

"JON YOU CAN'T!"
"If it's what will save the North I'll do it!" Jon said. "You're all dismissed." He added before walking out with the others. Daenerys stayed behind and smirked at her victory. She'd be the Queen.

"I know what you're up to." Olenna said from the doorway. "Taking advantage of an honourable man. You're not a dragon, you're a snake." She continued emotionlessly.

"I am your new Queen. You'd do well to remember that." Daenerys said threateningly.

Davos POV

"This is... unexpected." Davos said to Jon as he and Tormund sat in Jon's chambers.
"She has two dragons. We can't fight her. Our people have suffered enough." Jon said sternly.
"You'll be a good King." Tormund said breaking the silence.

"I never wanted to be King. I didn't even want to be a Lord. All I ever wanted was to be a Stark." Jon said.

"It doesn't matter wether you want to be King or not. You are the only one that the people love and trust to rule them. The Seven Kingdoms needs you. Jon Snow, Jon Stark even Aegon Targaryen go by any of them but it won't change the fact that they chose you!" Davos said in a fatherly tone.

"The dragon bitch will be a shit Queen." Tormund said as he leaned back in his chair.
"We don't have a choice." Said Jon as he ran his hands through his hair.
"You have to tell Ros." Davos pointed out.

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Jon sighed as he pushed the door open to Ros's chambers. She smiled up at him and walked over to give him a kiss. Before she could, Jon stepped outside of the way.

"What's wrong?" Ros asked in a worried tone.
"I... I have some news." Jon said with a gulp.
"What is it? You can tell me anything love." Ros said with a comforting smile.

Jon took a deep breath.
"We have to break this off. I'm marrying Daenerys." He said trying not to show his sadness.
"I see. I was just a whore for you to fuck! Ok not good enough for King Jon to marry!" Ros said angrily and with tears in her eyes.

"Ros it's not like that. I have to think about what's bests for my people." Jon said with tears forming in his eyes as well.

"You noble cunt. GET OUT!" Ros screamed and pushed Jon out of her chambers before locking the door. She slid down against the wall and started to cry. She thought Jon loved her but he'd just cast her aside for someone more beautiful and more powerful.