The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

-The union of Fire and Ice-

The snow was falling hard on the castle and Jon was waiting at the top of the hall in the place which the top table would usually occupy. Sam standing in front of him facing the crowd of people in the hall.

Brandon Stark on his left side and Ser Daavos standing next to him. He saw Arya come into the hall from a side entrance, he watched her as she took her place on his right side moving himself so that she could fit between him and Sam.

'You're not supposed to stand there, he whispered to her with a smile on his face'. Arya looked at her brother with a cheeky grin, leaned in to his shoulder and whispered 'I. Don't. Care – as she took her usual stance and followed Sam' example.

The doors of the great hall opened, he glanced over to the creaking sound, and there she was... he didn't think he could love her any more than he did in this very moment.

He could not believe how lucky he was, to have such a beauty, love him, for himself, completely. This is something that he never thought would happen to him. The bastard of Winterfell. He couldn't help it, in this moment he thought of Robb, oh how he would have loved to have Robb, standing by his side.

He thought of his little brother Rickon, whose life was stolen, right in front of him. He thought of Lady Stark, even though she didn't like him, he still admired her for being the mother of his siblings. Then of course his father, the man he loves, respects and mirrors daily, Lord Eddard Stark.

As she moved closer to him, with Ser Jorah by her side, he thought his stomach was going to explode with nervousness. He looked at his baby sister who was staring at him and gave him a look of encouragement. That one glance gave him the courage he needed, he smiled at her and whispered a thank you.

Daenerys stepped next to her king, he held his hand out to receive hers. The emergence of their hands gave them both a warm, tingling feeling, he looked at her and she him, they both smiled, knowing that in this moment in time, this is exactly where they were supposed to be...

They were made for each other. Sam bound their hands in the same silk that was used to wed those in Winterfell before them, Jon never stopped looking at her, which made her heart explode with love. Sam looked at the both and nodded his head. Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and he/she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.

With these words being said, Jon leaned in to kiss his love, hang on your grace, he paused just before his lips reached hers; he was so close he could feel her breath on her lips. She moved her forehead to his, he looked into her eyes and pulled away, hurry up Sam, he whispered.

Here we are gathered in this sacred hall of Winterfell, surrounding our king and our queen with love, faith and respect'. Sam looked at the two, smiled and continued – 'Oh the descendants of dragons, of wolves, long may you reign, bounded by love and marriage'.

Long may they reign! Their people chanted and repeated!
Daenerys didn't care if she was allowed to kiss him or not, she leaned forward and stole his lips, the entire hall erupted with laughing and cheer.

This is the union of fire and ice

He picked her up and spun around as everyone in their hall was cheering and laughing. He put her down as gently as he could and kissed her again. Arya saw the pride in her brother's eyes. He is married and he is going to be a father, that baby is going to be the luckiest child in the world she thought. The baby will have him as a father. She looked at Sansa who had tears in her eyes. She too was proud and happy for their brother.

Thank you my lords and my ladies, thank you for being a part of our lives. When this war is over, I look forward to serving with and alongside you all. Daenerys looked at her husband, then looked at the lords and ladies in front of her. My husband speaks truth, if there is anything he has taught me over the time I have known him, it is the ability to serve with passion and determination. I thank you all for allowing me to be a part of your country and your people.

Daenerys held his hand and said – I too look forward to serving alongside you all.
The hall erupted with cheer once again. Jon turned to his wife and smiled at her beautiful sight, she looked back at him sad and worried. He knew that look. He knew that she does not want to leave Winterfell for Dragonstone. You have to my love, he whispered, I need you to be safe.

The scene shifts to Missandei, Ser Jorah, Grey Worm, Sam, Gilly, Baby Sam, Ser Daavos, Lord Tyrion, Ser Jaime, Brandon, Sansa and Arya standing at the entrance of Winterfell waiting for the king and the queen. Please, said Tyrion, protect her with your lives. We would all be lost without her and I know that he will not survive if anything happens to her. All who are going to be accompanying Daenerys nodded their heads. If there are any ships he continued, that show on the island that has no invitation, burn them.

No one knows you are travelling to Dragonstone, just us. Your main purpose is the same it has been forever, protect our queen. We will keep in touch with ravens. Just then the king and the queen came into visibility. She was dressed in what looked like the warmest coat for flying, Sansa smiled and whispered to her sister, I made that for her, as a wedding gift, it has a wolf on it. Arya laughed, 'that'll be my most favourite part'.

Well, here we are, said the king, looking at the company around him. I wish you all good fortune, please, protect our queen. He turned to his wife and held both of her hands in his, resting his forehead on hers. He took a deep breath, trying to spare every moment he could... "I love you Daenerys Stormborn" he whispered. I'll... love you forever, she said. He pulled her lips to his and they shared a passionate kiss.

Drogon descended right next to the group and no one budged, it was safe to say that they have all grown a custom to seeing a dragon flying around them, he was ready to fly his mother home. Jon let his queen go and walked her to the side of her child. Every fibre of his being was breaking down, but he knew that this was the best thing to do. Daenerys kissed him once again and whispered 'come back to me' in his ear, we need you, in which he replied 'always'.

The queen kissed him one more time and climbed onto Drogon; her advisors following suit, Ser Jorah stopped and said 'Your only Job Jon Snow – is to survive this winter, to which he nodded.

Daenerys looked down at Jon as they shared one more glance of love, she then commanded her dragon to fly. In one swift motion they were in the air, Jon' eyes never moved from his queen as she ascended into the sky – Sansa and Arya stepped on to either side of their brother and held his hand as they all watched her, her company and Drogon disappear out of sight.

Just as they were about to turn and walk back to the castle, they heard a familiar command –

DRACARYS, Jon looked up to the sky and he saw lights of red and blue blazing through the clouds. His heart dropped and his legs grew weak, he called to Rhaegal and mounted the dragon as fast as he could. His heart was smashing through his chest, knowing exactly what was happening. He looked down at his advisors and yelled, the war has begun, prepare for battle! Now! Then with one gust of air from Rhaegal' wings he too was in the air...