07 Jon Snow

It's been too long since you last met. You knew Jon when he was just a kid, the bastard of Eddard Stark of Winterfell. You remember him as a quiet and modest boy who did not have the opportunity to raise his status because of the stigma at birth.
Sitting at a huge wooden table, his powerful silhouette cast a shadow over the Lords present, who were not yet going to obey his orders or recognize his status as King. After your father's death, it was you who began to rule your people, taking over all the responsibilities.
The room was completely silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive. His cousin Sansa was sitting next to him, looking around at those present, and there was concern in her eyes too. At some point, Snow's eyes met yours. The man studied your face for a few moments before realization flashed across his face. He recognized you. The same princess he had seen before. You've changed, and so has he. John became a man, he was no longer a shy guy with the status of a bastard, serving in the Night Watch made him a strong and independent defender.

— To serve a former Bastard? Never. He's just a kid, even though he's in the Night Watch.

One of the lords said before rising from his seat. At that moment, some of the people whispered their approval of his words, at the very moment when some of your subordinates looked in your direction, waiting for your decision.
At some point, you silently got up from your seat and went out onto a small stone platform in front of the throne. You slowly drew your sword from its scabbard and took a step towards the throne. Everyone is holding their breath waiting for your decision. There was determination in your eyes and your decision did not affect the decision of the other lords in any way. You had your own opinion.