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gυιиєνєяє ([personal profile] oncefuturequeen) wrote2019-09-02 06:55 pm

for jon snow ([personal profile] tooktheblack)

Ravens had been dispatched, messages sent, and replies received. The Princess of Carhaise, one Guinevere of House Leodegrance, had been offered as bride to the new King in the North, Jon Snow of House Stark. Bastard though he might have been by birth, the former Lord Commander of the Night's Watch had seemingly done the impossible: he'd rallied all of the northern lords and the Wildlings from beyond the Wall to his banner, earned their support despite his lowborn heritage, and even now prepared the North for the Long Night hovering just beyond the horizon.

And Guinevere, only daughter of King Leodegrance and thus far bystander to the turmoil that had plagued Westeros these past several years, was to be his Queen. She'd been bitterly pleased to note, however, that this "marriage", such as it was, was costing her horrible father five thousand of his best cavalrymen, their horses and weapons, as well as several tons of wheat and grain, for the King in the North had to feed his people during the coming winter, did he not? Seemed a fair compensation for a wife he undoubtedly neither needed nor wanted.

Guinevere certainly felt the Northmen were getting the better part of the bargain, herself.

Regardless of her thoughts on the matter - her father had been adamant, as he despised both Cersei and this foolish Targaryan upstart - that when Carhaise could no longer remain neutral in the Westerosi disasters, old Leo had made the surprising choice to side with Jon Snow and the Northmen. Mainly, as far as Guinevere remembered, out of some lingering fond memory for the Stark family; Eddard, Benjen, and their poor father, slain by the Mad King not long enough to fade into memory. So it was that Carhaise packed up its Princess and her crotchety father and spent several weeks on the road, traveling with the promised dowries towards Winterfell.

The main entourage arrived one fine wintry morning, the King's carriage rolling beneath Winterfell's portcullis on the heels of four splendid horses, all stamping and steaming their breath in the chill air. Not waiting for the door to be opened, Leodegrance flung it open himself, still spry at the ripe age of sixty, but already a hard youth and old war wounds had begun to take their toll. Nevertheless, the old man's eyes were sharp and bright as he surveyed the courtyard, waving away porters and courtiers alike.

"Find my daughter," was all he commanded, and his servants bowed away to do just that, but before any of them could send the word down the line, the Princess cantered into Winterfell's courtyard, her grey gelding prancing prettily beneath her skilled hand. She'd left her long locks unbound and unbraided; they streamed over her dark cloak in a scarlet river. Rather than be gowned as a southern highborn lady, she instead wore a comfortable riding dress of thick wool and cashmere, adorned with only a jewel or two. Leo sniffed as he appraised his only child and bartering chip, but knew better than to bother; she'd inherited her bold way of speaking from him, and her temper from her mother.

She knew his disapproval; it was evident in her own sly smirk as she dismounted and joined her patron, ironically dipping a small curtsy as she approached, but he only huffed and rolled his eyes, thanking all the Old Gods and the New that she'd soon be someone else's headache!
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-09-03 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Jon wasn't in want or need of a wife. He had been crowned on the battlefield as King in the North and elevated above the status of bastard past his trueborn sister as the king. He hadn't wanted it. Jon has never wanted glory or crowns but he's been given them all the same as the result of simply doing the right thing and Sansa had urged him to consider the offer from Leodegrance. A calvary of five thousand was nothing to sneeze at, especially considering the grains and wheat that accompanied them.

"You must accept," she urged him, pushing him to respond to the letters and accept the pledge of both daughter and dowry and not reject it out of hand. "You are a king now and kings don't have the luxury of remaining unmarried. You need to do this if the North is to stay strong and survive the wars to come."

Sansa had spoken sense, truly, and she's in the bailey now alongside him meeting Leodegrance and his daughter. Jon himself is trying not to be sullen. He's glad for the men, of course, but marrying a woman he barely knows seems like something wrong. It had happened to Sansa, more than once, and she'd been hurt by it. What if he ended up at odds with this Guinevere after marrying her? He felt a sharp elbow from Sansa and tipped his head to the visiting king and his future wife.

"It's my pleasure to welcome you to Winterfell, your Graces. I hope you find your stay welcoming and the hearth warm even if we're in the middle of winter."

There. Even Sansa couldn't be angry about that. He catches her eye and she's quick to supply her own greeting, more eloquent, but Jon doesn't hear it because he's looking at his soon to be wife.
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-09-03 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Jon isn't good at this part. He'd never thought himself to be in a position to marry a fine lady, much less a princess, and now he's a king looking to do that very thing. He remembers playing with Robb in the yard using practice swords and pretending that he was Aemon the Dragonknight.

"You can't be Aemon," Robb had shouted. "You're a bastard, Jon. Aemon was a prince." Robb had been his best friend and these jabs were few and far between unlike those from Sansa and her lady mother but perhaps that's why they hurt even more. He looks at his future wife and tries not to shy away from her. They ought to at least like one another before marrying.

"Let's go inside. It's too cold to be out here in the bailey, even if I was born here in the North." Sansa cuts him a glance and Jon offers his arm to Guinevere to escort her inside Winterfell proper.
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-09-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You're a southern girl, that's right," Jon says. It hangs stark in the air between them and he feels stupid for having said it. He wishes he could take the words back but there's nothing to do for it now. He has to push forward, though, and hope that his betrothed isn't going to hold his inability to speak well against him.

He's good with a sword. He's no good with words. Sansa is the one who does speeches, who writes letters and she's the one who negotiates. She'd negotiated the entire alliance with Leodegrance on his behalf and Jon had merely had to agree to terms in the very end of it.

"You'll see plenty of snow before winter's done, I'm afraid. We even have snow in the summers here at Winterfell. Summer snows are nice, though, and only last an afternoon or so before they melt away. They're nothing like a proper winter snow is. You'll be dealing with the cold for a while."
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-09-03 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Jon doesn't quite know what to do with this rapid shift in personality and he looks helpless. Of course he doesn't intend for the king or his daughter to sleep on the battlements and he'd only been speaking of how different and how difficult northern winters were. It hadn't been any offense. Before he can get anything out, Sansa comes and nods her head slightly in deference to Guinevere.

"Forgive my brother, Princess. He's very good with a sword and bow and very dim when it comes to navigating the waters of a conversation. He's kind and you'll never find a man more loyal but the subtle arts are best left to us. In the North, it's often a point of pride that we've survived our winters and made the best of them. The words of House Stark are Winter is Coming, after all. Since you, too, will become part of House Stark the moment we have the wedding, we'll be accepting you under our banners and with our words."

Jon doesn't think he's ever put that much thought behind Winter is Coming, snow or the thoughts of winter. He's not really certain how Sansa manages these things and he doesn't know what he's going to do when he and Guinevere are alone. It isn't as if Sansa can be in the room when he consummates this marriage to keep him from saying something stupid.

"I didn't mean anything by it," he adds softly. "I'm not so good with talking about things, not really. I'm better at doing things, if that makes sense?"
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-09-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
When she reaches for his hand, Jon doesn't expect it. He supposes he ought to - she's going to be his wife within a few days - but he doesn't expect it at all. He curls his fingers around hers and holds them close squeezing her hand in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. He doesn't want to start his marriage off on the wrong foot.

"I would never want to insult you," Jon assures her. "I've never been married but I want to treat you well and I want to keep you safe. You have nothing to fear from me. I swear it."

Perhaps Leodegrance doesn't care who he's bartering his daughter off to but Jon cares about how he treats his wife. He wants to do well by her and, hopefully, come to love her.

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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-11-27 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jon had tried his best to be gentle with his new wife. He'd never been with a virgin before and he'd wanted her to enjoy herself as much as he enjoyed himself. He's always been something of a light sleeper so when the bed shifts and Guinevere leaves it, he tries his best to go back to sleep. He gives up when a girl brings a tray and Gwen hasn't returned so he rolls over to his back and smiles at her, inviting her to come back to bed for the moment.

"Are you that hungry that you've run away from me? I have an appetite too but I think we've earned the right to lay about in bed this morning even if we'll never get another chance to," he says warmly. "Come back to me?"

Jon hopes she will. He's looking forward to being married.
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2019-12-07 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad you see my point on it," Jon says, sliding his arm around her once she's gotten back under the bedclothes again. He actually rather likes being married and he thought it would be a chore to endure so this has turned out good for both of him. He nuzzles up against Gwen's neck, lips soft against her skin.

"I wasn't sure about this at first," he admits. "Marrying in general and then you seemed like you weren't really interested in marrying at all. I thought we'd be miserable. I'm very glad I was wrong about all that. I think it's much better that we like one another and actually want to be together. I think it'll make the marriage better to know it isn't just for an alliance."
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2020-01-01 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Kings aren't better than anyone else. I suppose there's good and bad ones," Jon opines. "But hopefully I'm not a terrible one and I'm a good enough husband to make up for it."

He threads his hands through her long hair, letting it play over his fingers. He's always liked to touch Ygritte's hair, as little as she let him, and he's glad that he can lay in bed and indulge himself with Gwen. It's a different relationship in a lot of ways but these little affections are something he's always wanted.

"I want to be a good husband, anyway. And, hopefully, a good father? I don't know how long that normally takes but I'll be sure to get in plenty of practice."
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2021-01-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"You shouldn't go," Jon says, opening the conversation yet again with something that was surely going to be an argument. He knows it'll be a fight but if it's a fight that keeps Gwen safe, he's willing to risk it. Fights can be mended. Mortal wounds cannot.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Gwen, and it's better that one of us stay here in the event that it goes badly and she turns on us. I want to protect the North and I want to protect you and Sansa. That's all. I would never doubt your ability to treat with this woman. It's for safety."
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2021-01-03 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You're trying to flatter me," Jon says, raising his eyebrow at her. Still, she looks fine doing it and he isn't angry at flattery from his wife. She does have a point about Sansa staying in Winterfell - she's a Stark - and he can protect his wife. No one will hurt Gwen while he draws breath.

"It's only because you're beautiful that it's going to work," he says, accent thickening a little as he looks at her. "Do you plan to tell me how to king too? Do you think this queen would rather talk to another queen and not to me?"

It might be true and Jon wouldn't be offended in the slightest. Anything that gets her dragons for the North.
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2021-01-03 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's probably never met one," Jon agrees. "Mayhap I should have sent you and Sansa south together - except I would never put the two things most precious to me together and send them far away. Sansa will hold the North and you can help me with the Targaryen queen. I won't pledge the North to her though. Not as a vassal."

Jon fought hard to keep the North independent like his brother had fought and it feels dishonorable to give it away to a woman just because her name is Targaryen.

"You must help me stand my ground."
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[personal profile] tooktheblack 2021-01-03 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"The North won't bend the knee willingly," Jon says. "And I won't give it away. We're proud and we should stay proud. If Cersei cannot conquer us, one woman with sellswords cannot conquer us either. Besides, if she did conquer us, she'd rule by fear and not by love. As soon as she died, we'd be independent again."

Jon closes his eyes as Gwen threads her fingers through his curls and turns into the touch. He's spoiled by touch with her, having had a long childhood and time at the Wall without, and he thinks he'd do damn near anything for her just to have her smile at him and pet at his hair like this.

"Why is it that I always agree with you? You've a true talent, Gwen. You'd better not teach it to the Targaryen queen or I'm done for."

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