Dust and Dragons Part 2
We all know what happened at the final of Game of Throne, but what happened afterward?
Part 1: https://p--sabrina.tumblr.com/post/185251675589/dust-and-dragons
Jon
Never had Jon Snow thought of landing on the wall again, the place where his comrades stabbed him to death. Now that he thought about it, it was strange. Just as he had died then, Daenerys died too. Through his hand and his dagger. He had to watch her as her soul split from the slender body. The north was his home. The Wildlings a pack of crazy poachers with whom he was allowed to live now. The king behind the wall, as he was called by Tormund Giant Death, when they were on the first sunset after leaving the black fortress in the real north on the way. The deep winter, which Jon still remembered well, subsided. Plants made their way through the snow. It was his job to find a new home for the wildlings. His Shadowwolf spirit preceded. Children were afraid of the huge animal because he had missed his right ear since the battle for Winterfell. The wolf had fought like a warrior on the front line.
"Jon," Tormund spoke to him, while another rider squeezed between her steeds and walked past them.
Jon said nothing, but turned in the direction and nodded to the red-bearded wildling with a steady grin.
"The big woman, did she ever mention me?" Hope flashed in his eyes.
Jon chuckled and shook his head at the same time. Tormund's fascination with the new commander of the King's Guard has always been a little bit oblique. At least he was not the type of man who was too shy, as Jon always was. In his time when he was still living with Nedd and the other Starks in Winterfell, it had also happened to Jon. A young girl who came with her parents to sell new medicinal herbs had done to him. Her fawn eyes and dark hair tied together, the sheer beauty and the sound of her voice kept him from sleeping peacefully for days. He wished he had the courage to speak to her and to know her name. Your history. Theon had made fun of the bastard as he realized what was going on in Jon. He wanted to prove to Nedd Stark's ward that he had the courage to speak of beauty. Jon had made sure of it for the next day.
The next day, before breakfast, Jon gathered his courage. He walked down the steps, falling over two. The butterflies in his stomach made him forget the pain and the fall. He pulled himself together and arrived a little later at the court. But the booth, which was always in place for the last days, was not there anymore. He was too late.
"So you killed your queen ... why?" Tormund asked his friend curiously, but at the same time carefully. Jon had not yet said a word about his act. He could not. The mere memory made him gasp for air and his chest tightened.
Tormund did not take his eyes off Jon. He tried to interpret his reaction. The wildling slapped his shoulder. "If you do not want to talk about it, it's okay, just if you want to speak, I'm always there with a Horn of Giant Milk." He smiled sympathetically at Jon.
Jon's eyes remained hard. "I'll never go south again, I'll never be with a woman again, that's my punishment for something I had to do." He himself had put the burden on himself to save the innocent people. She would have continued to do the right thing in faith. Even his love could never have changed her mind.
Tormund nodded, while Jon looked straight ahead, at the path between the trees and the blanket of snow before them. Next to them people laughed and talked heartily. Children are like animals in the snow around. "I'll start a new life with you, because as you said, the real North is in me."
"That's him," Tormund replied. "You have united and saved the Wildlings and Westeros from the Night King, you have it in you, Jon, you have the potential to be a leader, the King behind the Wall, the King of the true North."
Jon turned away from the path. His features were serious when he said to Tormund, "I do not want to be a king, I never wanted to do that, why does not anyone understand it? It's in my blood to be king, but ... I'm a bastard and I killed the queen, I do not deserve such honor and responsibility. ""You're talking crap, buddy." The wildling laughed. "It's in your blood?" Tormund raised an eyebrow with interest. "I'm just a savage, you have to explain that to me, Crow." The word crow referred Tormund to Jon's night watch gulf.Jon tightened his fingers around the reins, his horse. "My father, Eddard Stark, is not my own, it turned out to be a lie, Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark are my true parents, which means I was the next heir to the throne."Tormund nodded again. He let the words ooze and it took a few minutes of silent silence to realize."The Targaryen dragon bride is your ...", Tormund gestured with his hand. The Wildling did not know very well when it came to the history and kings of the South, but in the last few weeks south of the walls he had already picked up a few things.
"My aunt." The words tasted like poison into Jon's mouth. He had slept with his aunt and fallen in love with her. He loved her as one should not love his relatives. Not so, not so intense. Every moment he ached to touch her ached to feel her, but the truth weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was normal for Daenerys. Her parents were brother and sister, as were their parents. But for Jon it was anything but normal. It was a repulsion, something that did not belong. For Jon, Daenerys will be the last woman he kissed, and came closer to. The last woman he loved above all and with him the Targaryens will die out. Only Drogon will remember the dragon family as long as he lives, and the deeds they committed.
