The Unconventional Wedding

Night had returned to Winterfell again, the bodies had been burned, the castle and people cleaned from the grime of the battle the night before. In a tower room, Daenerys and Jorah waited.

"Are you sure about this my Queen," her old bear asked.

"You're not getting cold feet on me." Daenerys teased. She took her hands and smoothed out her gown that Messendai had prepared, a refurbished one from her time in Meereen.

"Its the north, I have cold everything," he laughed, causing his queen to smile. "Do you really want me to give you away? I've done so many things to hurt you."

"And you've done so much more to make up for it. Jorah your the only one who can." A knock comes from the door, telling them it was time. "I won't beg," she says walking up to the older man.

"You won't have to," he replies holding out his arm for his Queen. She looked happy, he thought, as she looped her arm through his. A part of him still wished he could have been the one waiting for her at the tree today but he knew Jon Snow was the better man and he accepted it as long as Jon could make the Queen happy. "Are you ready then?"

"Ready," she says taking a deep breath and smiling at him as they leave the tower, walking arm in arm toward the Godwood.

"Jon are you sure about this," Sansa whispered. She felt blindsided by the day's events, winning the battle, the burnings, Jons prompt to proposal and wedding. However, she thought this day would go her brother marrying the Dragon did not even cross her mind. "We don't know her she's as foreign as her people, she-"

"Saved us," Jon says cutting her off. "She fought for us, sacrificed for us, and bled for us. She didn't have to. She could have stayed at Dragonstone and left us all to die. She could have been like Cersei and locked herself in the keep. But she came to fight for a group of people she didn't even know." Jon looked out at the people now, so many people packed tightly into the Godwood grove; Foreigners from Essos, Noble houses of the North, and Free folk of the farther north. People with different colors and no common origin mixed into each other, no longer separated but one people.

Jon waited for Daenerys in front of the Godwood as Northern Custom. Brann sits in his chair beside him along with Maester Wolkan, Beric Dondarrion and Kalic the Dothraki Elder. On opposite sides stand the families of the bride and groom. Arya, Sansa, Sam, Ghost, and Theon stand on Jons side, while Missendai, Tyrion, Varys, and Grey Worm stand on Daenerys. The wedding would be unconventional and not as long as Southern Ceremony dictates but it would be perfect all the same.

Jon turned back to Sansa whose face had gone void of emotions, "She'll make a good Queen. You'll see."

With a tight smile, she whispers, "You'll make a good King," before going to stand by Arya's side again.

Jon did not have time to ponder her words as a hush grows over the crowd. He sees Daenerys coming through the gates with Jorah by her side. He could hear the crunch of snow as Queen and Knight made their way toward the great tree. Jon was convinced he would never see a more beautiful site as Daenerys, even if he lived to be 1,000 years old. Her long hair fell around her shoulder as her elaborate braids snaked across her head and coiled in a neat bun. She was dressed in a long-sleeved white gown, decorated with tiny crystals that made her glow in the light of the many torches. She looked more like a Goddess than a Queen.

She was almost to Jon when she came to a sudden stop. She looked around the grove as if searching for someone. Jorah stared at her questioningly and for a moment Jon worries she was getting cold feet. A gust of wind goes over the crowd as the two great dragons hover over the grove. Dany smiles up at her children and the dragons land on the battlements that surround the Godwood. With her two dragons in company, the Queen continues her trek toward Jon.

From somewhere in the crowd Jon could just make out Tormund say, "Told you, scary fucking kids."

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" Bran says his voice strong and caring across the grove for all to hear.

"Daenerys of House Targaryen," Jorah replies, "Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. A woman grown true born and noble. She comes to ask the blessings of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"

"Jon, of Houses Targaryen and Stark," Jon says hearing a slight murmur go across the crowd at the house names, "King of the Seven Kingdoms. Who gives her?"

"Jorah of House Mormont, her knight…. and friend." The man smiles down at Dany one last time before unlinking their arms and stepping away, going to stand beside Varys and the Queens 'family'.

"Queen Daenerys, do you take this man," Brann asks as all eyes turn to her.

Walking over to Jon she places her hand in his, broadly smiling at the man to be her husband she replies, "I take this man."

Brann looks over to Beric willing him to start the Light lords wedding vows. Beric lays out an oil-soaked rope in front of the couple. "Will you share fire to warm each other when the night is dark and full of terrors?"

"We will," Jon and Daenerys answered. Smoke starts to come off the rope.

"Will you share fire to protect your home, family and each other in this world and the next."

"We will." The rope catches fire and suddenly a great wall of flames appear in front of them.

Beric takes several steps back. "Step through the fire," he calls as the flame wall becomes as large as the Godwood.

Dany looks at Jon and she can see the slight fear in his eyes but it is quickly extinguished when she squeezes his hand. "Together," she says.

Taking a deep breath and tightening his grip around her hand, Jon and Dany take a leap of faith across the flames. Making it across with both skin and clothing intact. The firewall glows brightly for a moment, and Jon was sure he could hear whispers coming from the flame. Then just as suddenly as it appeared the flame wall died down; the rope now an ash line behind them.

"R'hllor approves of this union," Beric says although the look on his face seemed to indicate that what just happened was not a normal wedding custom.

Beric goes to Brann's side and Maester Wolkan takes his place holding a long ribbon in his hand. Looking a Jon he says, "Cloak the bride and place her under your protection." Jon removes his black fur and wraps it around Dany's shoulders as Wolkan continues, "We stand here in sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, One heart, One soul, now and forever. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one entity." He wraps the ribbon around Jon and Daenerys hands, joining them as one. "Look upon one another and say the words."

Growing up as a bastard Jon never thought he would marry or love anyone in fear of passing on the name Snow. Daenerys knew she would marry but worried that she could never love her groom. Turning to face each other they can not help but smile at how far they had come to find one another. Together they recite the vows of the Seven, the ones his parents were married with. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers, she is mine. I am his, he is mine. From this day to my last."

The Maester bows to them before stepping back and Kalic steps up to the couple. The elder Dothraki towers over the two at 6 ft in height. His long hair turned gray with time and had several braids in it. Jon dreaded this part of the ceremony as he had heard rumors of Dothraki customs and hoped he wouldn't have to eat a horse heart to marry his queen.

Kalic looked at Daenerys, "Tat yer clai mae," he asks in his native tongue.

"Do you claim him?" Jorah translates.

"I do," she replies, "Anha Tait."

The elder looks over at Jon and smirks "Arrek tak mea."

A wide smile appears on Daenerys face and Jon looks over to Jorah for a translation. The old bear looking greatly amused says, "Then take him." Jon is confused for a moment before he is grabbed by Daenerys and pulled into a long kiss as around them their people cheered and the dragon's roar.

Originally I had planned for only a one shot, but this season has been such a dumpster fire that I feel obligated now to at least give you guys somthing.