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ooc; in between fighting with my laptop, the Depression™, and my baby’s 3rd birthday....i’ve been slack here. Again. I am going to try and make up for that, just give me a bit.
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dont u just hate computer troubles lmao
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Jon shook his head. That was exactly what he’d meant. She had been married to three kings, and what was Jon? A Stark bas- Targaryen bastard. The Dragon Queen had named him Jahaerys Targaryen (though he much preferred Jon). To his new wife, he was just… another. Jon watched her soft-looking brown hair fall as she looked up at him, it tumbled over her shoulders. There was nothing about her that wasn’t highborn. “You’ve been married to three kings, and now a stranger from the north who’s been named Targaryen. I know you care about something, that’s why you’re so… like this. You remind me of my sister.” Jon told her sullenly, thinking of Sansa, how she was when Jon had left for the Wall. Half a lifetime ago, it seemed.
a humourless smile stretched across her features as she watched her husband. he spoke and with his words attempted to analyse her demeanour. at the mention of sansa stark guilt swam in her stomach. perhaps if she had continued their friendship, if she had insisted on it, the girl wouldn’t be missing now. probably dead. she looked away and focused on her letter. “do not be so arrogant as to think you understand a single thought in my head, jon targaryen.”
The name bit him, hard.
Jon Targaryen.
At least she hadn’t called him Jahaerys... “Why are women so utterly frustrating?” Jon asked aloud, to no one in particular, and rubbed his hand against his forehead. “I know that I know nothin’, Margaery Targaryen.” Jon shot back. “But I’ve been around people enough to know when someone’s troubled. Next time, I won’t ask.” Now Sansa and Ygritte swam in his mind, and Jon looked to his feet. Guilt and regret swam in his own stomach.
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Jon was stunned. Utterly speechless. He could do nothing but look into Margaery’s eyes and hope she understood what he was feeling. Everything felt too much by far. Her hand wound around his was tight and heavy, her lips against his were hot and strong but gentle, her words… oh how they echoed in his ears. “By the old gods, and the new, I love you.”
Any conversation they had had before was long gone, forgotten in Jon’s happiness. He pressed his forehead lightly against Marg’s stomach, as though he worshiped her - which he very near did. They would have to return to Highgarden soon, “If you’re to be happy… well… safe, during the pregnancy, I’m more than happy to lead a retinue of soldiers to take you there.” He looked up to his wife, vivid grey eyes watery with happiness, “You’re a southern girl, the winter isn’t as kind to your type.” He told her with half a grin, hoping she’d bite.
the longer he stared the closer she was to tears, but at his declaration she smiled and nodded her head. it had been hard, to open her heart again but jon was nothing if not persistent. quietly toiling away at her defences with japes, and smiles and small gifts and now this.
she had given up all hope at being a mother the day they had married her to tommen. renly would not bed her, joffrey never got chance and the boy king could not. and here he was, the man what could. a bastard, former lord commander and father of her child. he pressed his head to her flat stomach in silent prayer and she ran her fingers through his dark curls.
and then he spoke.
“no!” she insisted, “this child is a stark. it must be born at winterfell.” she added forcing her husband to look at her. she grinned as he goaded her, “then surely, husband. it is your job to protect me from the grumkins and the snarks?”
It seemed so long ago that the two were constantly sniping and growling at each other behind closed doors, even peppering the odd sarcastic comment into conversation when out in front of their people. It was only after the Maester had given Jon a verbal slap around the head that he understood why she acted so toward him. After that, it didn’t take long for him to begin to see more than just her pretty face. She was witty, smart, funny, brave, and the dark humour that sometimes came through warmed Jon to her. It seemed so long ago that Jon had first told her that he had indeed fallen in love with her, and now they were to have a child. Was it wrong for Jon to hope that the child would look like himself, or Margaery, and the only Targaryen thing about it would be it’s name?
“The child is a Stark? You would’ve said different some time ago.” Jon spoke slyly as he looked up. A grin still touched his lips. “If you choose to stay here, I’ll protect you from snarks, grumkins, even the touch of frost. I’ll bring roses from the south. Apples as well, a whole orchard if you want.” He told his wife, incredibly serious about the lot. He’d sail to Asshai-by-the-Shadow for her, if that’s what she wanted.
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“you think i care that you are no great lord?” she asked sounding half bored barely looking up from the letter she wrote to her mother. “i have been married to three kings.” now she looked up and fixed him with a stare. she knew she was not giving her new husband a chance, but with her third husband she had given up trying to impress others, especially men she was shackled to by her family.
Jon shook his head. That was exactly what he’d meant. She had been married to three kings, and what was Jon? A Stark bas- Targaryen bastard. The Dragon Queen had named him Jahaerys Targaryen (though he much preferred Jon). To his new wife, he was just... another. Jon watched her soft-looking brown hair fall as she looked up at him, it tumbled over her shoulders. There was nothing about her that wasn’t highborn. “You’ve been married to three kings, and now a stranger from the north who’s been named Targaryen. I know you care about something, that’s why you’re so... like this. You remind me of my sister.” Jon told her sullenly, thinking of Sansa, how she was when Jon had left for the Wall. Half a lifetime ago, it seemed.
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I was sold on the follow at the Bastille lyric ❤️
Hah, thank you! I think of Jon and Robb every time I listen to Daniel In The Den!
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“Mood.” Jon half grinned. “You’ll only wake with a banging hangover, instead of a bedful of instant regret.” That time, he laughed.
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And you thought the lions were bad Well they tried to kill my brothers And for every king that died Oh they would crown another But it’s harder than you think Telling dreams from one another
And you thought the lions were bad Well they tried to kill my brothers And for every king that died Oh they would crown another But it’s harder than you think Telling dreams from one another
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ooc; guys, gals, nonbinary pals, I’ve got some ask memes goin on, if you’re interested. “don’t” starters and dril and tumblr quotes that go hard af if you’re bored!
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He talked about a retinue of soldiers and she grinned not entirely sure that she would hate it if he marched down the Rose Road after her. “Well I suppose I better stay here.” She said her tone taking a teasing turn, “There are men who would defend my honour to the death in the Reach, I couldn’t bare for them to come to any harm on my behalf.” He pressed his forehead against hers and her eyes closed for a second, utterly content to never leave this room as long as he stayed at her side. Her eyelids fluttered open and bore into his as he processed her words. He sat up almost shouting in her face as he looked across at her for confirmation. Nodding her head in answer to his questions she sat up beside him, “I am with child.” She confirmed threading her fingers through his, “The Maester tells me I have not been for long, he told me not to tell anyone for a few weeks yet but I couldn’t resist.” she grinned looking back up at him. Leaving one hand with his on her stomach she reached her other hand to cup his cheek and pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, “I love you.” She said quietly, whispering reverently into the small space between them. He probably already knew, it seemed half the castle did. She had felt it for a long time, but it was the first time she had returned his words.
Jon was stunned. Utterly speechless. He could do nothing but look into Margaery’s eyes and hope she understood what he was feeling. Everything felt too much by far. Her hand wound around his was tight and heavy, her lips against his were hot and strong but gentle, her words… oh how they echoed in his ears. “By the old gods, and the new, I love you.”
Any conversation they had had before was long gone, forgotten in Jon’s happiness. He pressed his forehead lightly against Marg’s stomach, as though he worshiped her - which he very near did. They would have to return to Highgarden soon, “If you’re to be happy… well… safe, during the pregnancy, I’m more than happy to lead a retinue of soldiers to take you there.” He looked up to his wife, vivid grey eyes watery with happiness, “You’re a southern girl, the winter isn’t as kind to your type.” He told her with half a grin, hoping she’d bite.
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