The ribbon was pretty, she found, as it was wrapped around their hands. As they rose she glanced up at him, then away. She felt awkward like she was an imposter. She had married before for an army, she could marry for a child this time. Love didn’t have to exist for a marriage to be functional. She knew that better than she’d like to.
The cloak he placed on her shoulders snapped her from her revery, and she glanced down at it. Not the red and black of Targaryen but gray with direwolves of the Starks. It seemed she was going to be tied to them no matter what. That was going to be so pleasing, wasn’t it? Sansa hated her, and she had no idea about Arya, but no doubt there was dislike there as well.
She smiled, all the same, reminding herself she’d dealt with worse than a family who disliked her. She let him lead her out of the godswood, looking around at the snow and red leaves and the few who were there. She could do this. She was still Queen, that hadn’t changed. Her efforts and accomplishments still stood, and even if she felt alone, she wasn’t. Missandei, and Gray Worm and Tyrion were all still with her.
His voice, once they were inside, drew her gaze to him, a bit guarded, but nothing drastic. “You have nothing to be sorry about, it’s your right to claim your name and your birthright.” She answered soothingly, moving closer to touch the side of his face. Her duty as a wife was to support him. “Come on, we have a feast to attend.” She smiled at him, bright and wide, sadness hidden for now. Enjoy the feast, she could fall apart later. She tugged at his hand as she started to lead him towards the great hall.
claiming his name, the name he always hated meant so much more than all that. house stark and house targaryen became one, something that robert baratheon had always feared finally happened. no more reasons to fight what he really felt, what he WANTED. not the way he imagined it, but he had it. the woman, the mother of dragons with open arms to call him the father of her children. not that he had previously thought of having more than one with her, such a thought did not visit his mind until she was wearing the stark cloak.
his only chance to prove to her that nothing could break them, not even the throne, noble names, sisters, NOTHING. their people were all there now to watch the man and queen in the great hall. he should be proud, jon thought, still doubting.
daenerys's reaction was something he wasn’t expecting, at least a look of disappointment. he kept quiet, just listening to what she had to say to him, eyebrows still raising.
lips stretching upward at her soft words. “we should go then.” he grabbed her hand, fingers intertwining like a bow holding their hands together. a smile still playing on his lips as they made their way out of the castle.
a cold night, snow drops falling heavier. winterfell welcoming the husband and his wife. “don't worry about sansa... or anyone. i told you northerners are hard to deal with.”
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