06 Jon Snow

After going through a long way, experiencing betrayals and humiliations, being the bastard of Winterfell, he managed to rise too high. The lords declared him the King in the North. This title did not give confidence and only on the contrary, it scared him, because he never wanted power. Jon wanted to challenge this decision and start a quiet life, passing the title to Bran, but the boy refused, as if he knew that it would be better this way. The only task after the victory was to find a wife who could bear him heirs. In fact, the man would never have thought that someday in the future he would be able to start a family. But after so many betrayals, it was difficult to find a woman with whom he could start a family. And at some point, his eyes fell on you. You had been through a lot with him and you were the only one who truly cared for him, the only one who did not betray him. He knew you since he was a bastard, and he got to know you better when he had to fight the Lannisters and the White Walkers. You were too stubborn, more like a warrior than an elegant woman, but that's what he liked about you. You were different. You were his loyal friend, the way you weren't afraid to face danger with him, the way you weren't afraid of his bastard status and the sideways glances of other people. Even if you weren't a princess or a high-ranking lady, you were his companion and his friend. You were his only option.

• Well? How did the council of the new king of the north go?

You asked with a grin, sorting through the swords that had fallen into disrepair after the battle. A smirk appeared on Jon's lips as his gaze lingered on you for a few minutes longer than before. Once he was just a boy who could not claim a woman's hand, but now he could claim any lady's hand. Your hand.

"The Council demands that I find a suitable wife as soon as possible. The Lords demand a Lady of the North, and several of them have presented their daughters.