A pack for us (Jon I)

A pack for us

Jon I

Jon was sat in his throne room. What was once his throne room. Flanked by Queen Daenerys Targaryen and Lady Sansa Stark. The hall was filled with shouts, northern lords boiled over with anger.

Enough!

Jon rose to his feet slamming his hands upon his throne.

Another word of treason and I'll have your heads!

The room fell silent.

Good.

Jon knew he wouldn't be able to kill them. But they didn't know that...

Forgive us my king.

The young Mormont said with a voice like cracked ice.

Or should I say lord? Prince? Warden? The north has lost generations of fighting men for these southern kings and queens. You're own brother murdered for working with southerns likes those damned Frey's. But god's be good they got what they deserved...

The murrmering continued as Jon built up his courage.

I didn't have a choice. We need the dragon queen. Only her army can help us turn back the dead. If I must be remembered as a king who knelt let it be like Torrhen who knelt to save tens of thousands of northerns.

The room continued to mutter.

So what are you?

A man shouted from the rear. His voice and face buried in the mass of northern bodies.

Daenerys rose. Silently she observed the room purple eyes moving from face to face.

The room was as silent as the crypt only the light flicker of torches could be heard and the muffled rattle of mail and swords.

Daenerys turned to Jon. There eyes locked.

He shall be Jon Stark. Prince of the North. The white wolf!

After daenerys proclamation they turned to the northern lords. There faces masked any emotion. Cold as steel. Until suddenly Alys Karstark rose to her feet. The white wolf! She shouted her once frail voice masked by new confidence.

The white wolf!

The entire hall erupted into cheers, Tormund did his best wolf impression a howl that rattled even Jon's bones. Drinks were poured and food eaten the rich smell of venison trailed towards his nose. Next to him his sister and queen ate quietly and tried to look dignified but even the serious Sansa couldn't help but smile as the northerns rejoiced the news.

But Jon still felt empty. Would this be enough to stop the night king? Would the Lannisters keep there word and ride north?

He looked to Tyrion who was enjoying a glass of wine and a lusty maiden. The dwarf was smiling and clearly drunk. He must have great confidence in his family...

Jon rose from his chair without a word and turned to the door.

Where are you going? Sansa asked quietly. This is in your name. Sit back down!

To pray.

Without another word he left.