Aftermath

Set immediately after the Battle with the Night Kings army.

A great silence had descended over the battlefield as Daenerys climbed off of Drogons back. The air was thick with the smell of decay and ash. The survivors of the battle were panting heavily, their eyes looking around madly for enemy hordes that never came. Dothraki, Free Folk, Unsullied and Northmen all on the battlefield, standing beside each other, as foreigners became comrades in battle. Drogon was the first to act giving a great roar that shook the ground beneath them. His call was followed by his brother Rhaegal whose softer roar could be heard from the sky above.

The sound had shaken the people from there stupor; first, the Dothraki whose famous scream rose through the air, then the Free Folk and the North men joined in. These were not screams of pain or sorrow this was joyous coarse of voices happy to be alive. Around her comrades of all different races put up their weapons and hugged each other. Laughter could be heard across the field, and while it was a bit hysterical it was alive, just like those around her.

The Battle for Winterfell had been won. The Night army was decimated and while the night king was still alive his army had returned to the dead. She made her way across the battlefield being stopped by her people with congratulations, but it surprised her when the Free Folk and Northmen joined in too. Touching her arms, smiling at her, cheering as they made a path for her to the main gate. It was the warmest welcome she had received since coming to the cold north and it only took winning a battle with certain death to get it.

As she made her way through the crowd she looked around at the people surrounding her. Grey Worm, Dothraki Blood Riders, Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Jorah and so many others were alive, survivors of the long night. The path cleared to the end of the gate where a man she didn't even realize she was looking for stood. He was like the rest of them, covered in gore, sweat, and soot. His hair had come loose during the battle and curled around his neck and brow. He was hugging the Tarly man along with another dark cloaked figure she had not met. His family was all there smiling holding each other. Sansa was crying tears of joy as she held her younger siblings.

Then Jon saw her, and it was like the world stopped and held its breath.

The cheering died down as Daenerys continued her track up to him and Jon made his way down to her. They stopped in front of each other, only a few inches apart. Their breath mingled in the air of the early morning. Their people looking at them now with great interest, as the Dragon Queen and Wolf King stared at each other as if they weren't standing in a battlefield of rotting corpses, as if the world wasn't ending, looking like it didn't matter even if it did.

Jon finds his voice first and says "Your Grace...Dany," before her finger comes to his mouth silencing him.

She stares at all of him for a moment, taking him in. Every small cut, dent in his armor, and stain was annualized and cataloged and while she did this she knew he did the same to her. Her eyes come back up to his face and she can see his questions in them. His emotions were so easily read to her as were his thoughts. 'What now? What do we do? What about the Night King? Cersei? The Iron Throne? Who I am?'. All these questions danced across his face and eyes, leaving Daenerys to pick which one to answer first.

Thankfully the queen could answer all of these questions with five words. "I don't give a fuck," she says loudly for all to hear. The Iron Throne, Cersei, the Night King, Jon's birthright, his connection to her, she didn't care because all that mattered, all that ever really mattered was that they were alive and she loves him. She pulls him down into a kiss in front of everyone and he kisses her back hard. Tongues, teeth, and lips melded together. Fire boils in their blood and not even the cold winter morning could freeze their skin. They are lost to each other even as the crowd around them begins to cheer. They pull apart in search of breath and once that was accomplished Jon grabs her around the waist pulling her in for another heated kiss.

A roar from Drogon causes them to break apart as he noticed that he and Rheagal have moved closer to the crowd. The crowd breaks apart from the dragons some moving far away to give them space as they waddle up to their mother. The concern on Jon's face causes Dany to laugh as she walks over to her children. She hugs both their snouts before motioning for Jon to do the same. Rhaegal accepts his hug immediately, but Drogon intensely stares at Jon, giving him a look that might have caused a lesser man to shit himself. However, Jon stands his ground and Drogon lowers his snout. Jon first touches the great black dragons nose with his hand but Drogon leans in, touching his nose to Jon's chest. Jon puts both arms around the dragon and hugs him as he did Rhaegal. Drogon pulls away and makes a noise that is reminiscent of a child's laugh before both dragons take off to just behind the keep.

"Well Lord Snow, it looks like the children accept you," Jorah says walking over to the couple with Tormund once the dragons were gone. "Drogon is especially jealous over his mother, this is the highest of compliments."

"Did that Gods damn lizards just laugh?" Tormund asked.

Jon smiles at his friend, "Aye, I think they did."

"I do not envy you, Jon Snow," he says patting Jon on the back, "your woman comes with the scariest fucking kids I've ever seen." He walks away from Jon grabbing the nearest Dothraki and handling him a horn of wine.

"Your woman?" Dany asks.

"Do you have any better offers?" Jon says shrugging while looking at Daenerys.

She stares at Jon for a moment before turning to Jorah. "Is this how people in the North propose?"

"No, but it might be how he does." The old bear replies smiling at the pair.

"Was that a proposal Jon Snow?" She asks him now. The early morning sun is rising just off in the distance behind them casting a glow around her. Her words from earlier echo back to him and he didn't care about the iron throne, his true identity, the fact they were aunt and nephew. If he could just have her he would take it.

"Yes," he breathes.

The smile that lights her face is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Later songs would be written of this moment when the Wolf King asked the Dragon Queen to marry him on the frozen battleground. The songs would never do the story or the beauty of the moment justice. Before she could reply, however, the moment was interrupted by the voice of her hand.

"YOUR GRACE!" Tyrion yells, running over to them as fast as his legs could manage. "I have the final mortality count," he pants.

"Well, that was fast how many did we lose?" Daenerys says to her him, eyes still on Jon.

"30."

"30 hundred?" Jon questions surprised at how small the number was but looking around he could tell most of the army was intact.

"No my lord, just 30. Less even since Dothraki count the horses in their total." Tyrion replies, smiling wildly at the group. "Nine Northman, five Unsullied, Seven Free Folk, Four Dothraki, and Five damn horses."

A sound comes from the northern king, that echos across Winterfell. The Free Folk and Northman look strangely at their King and even his siblings looked shocked. Their brooding king was laughing. To Daenerys, it was a hysterical but beautiful sound.

Ghost runs toward his master, surely thinking something is wrong with him. Jon petted the great beast reassuringly while still laughing. Ghost looked at his master over to Daenerys, forgetting Jons silliness Ghost walks over to Dany, setting down in front of her. Jon stops laughing long enough to make the introduction "Daenerys this is Ghost my Direwolf."

Ghost holds up his paw and the Queen takes it unafraid, "How do you do sir Ghost."

Ghost Barks at her in reply. Jon told her stories of the dire wolf but she was still surprised by its size. Compared to her children however, he was like a rather fluffy dog. Having made her acquaintance Ghost returns to Jon side.

"Tyrion," Dany says looking intently at her hand, "I need you to prepare something for me."

"What would that be your grace?" he says taking a swig from his wine flask that he kept in his robe.

"A Wedding," she smiles over to Jon finally giving him her answer. Jon takes her hand in his and starts walking to the Main gate.

"A wedding?," Tyrion questions, running behind his queen and future king. "Under what god? The Old Gods? The Seven? The Great Stallion? The Lord of Light?" He asks.

"All of them," Jon answers. Their people came from all across the world, speaking different tounges and worshiped different gods. He wanted them and every god to know that Daenerys was his and he was hers.

Daenerys smiled up at her betrothed, "All of them," she repeated.

They made their way past his stunned family and friends walking toward the keep. Behind him he heard Sam yell, "But Jon she's your-"

"Its what we do Sam," he says cutting his friend off. Smiling he looks back at his shocked friend and shrugs before continuing into the castle with his queen.

"Well looks like he's finally accepting his birth rite," Bran says beside Sam. "You can't be mad at him for that."

"I don't suppose I can," Sam laughs.

Hope you all enjoyed.

Since GOT is heavily inspired by history I decided to use the Battle of Agincourt as inspiration.