The Great Hall of Sunspear was adorned with the colors of Dorne: vibrant reds and warm oranges. Daenerys and Viserys and three dragons soaring overhead, she met Jon and Doran Martell.
"My princess, my prince," Doran began, bowing slightly, "we have heard of your victories and Dorne is yours."
Daenerys nodded, her purple eyes shining. "I appreciate your loyalty and goodwill, Prince Doran. Together we will all rebuild Westeros."
Jon approached Rhaenys, who seemed more determined to regain her family's throne. "Rhaenys, your mother would be proud of you."
She smiled bitterly. "I wish I could see that. But I know he is fighting beside us, in spirit."
Some time later
Jon has said his goodbyes and heads to Winterfell to meet with the lords of the north
Jon arrives at Winterfell with a small entourage, eager to meet with Ned and his brothers and hear news of his people. The atmosphere is tense. The guards watch him and the joy of his return is overshadowed by an air of mourning and distrust.
Jon meets with Ned in the crypt. Ned's face reflects a mixture of sadness and determination. It is he who reveals to him the truth about what happened at House Mormont. With a trembling voice, he describes the brutality of the attack and Lyanna's death.
Ned details how the Boltons, taking advantage of Jon's absence, attacked the Mormonts during the night. He will describe the ferocity of the attack, Lyanna's resistance and her tragic end, being skinned alive by Ramsay and feeding some of her parts to his dogs that day alone. The other daughters and their mother managed to escape
Jon listens to the story with his fists clenched. His face hardens and his eyes fill with anger. The image of Lyanna, the brave and determined woman. His anger is directed not only at the Boltons, but also at himself for failing to protect her.
With great anger Jon would punch one of the walls leaving a hole
"I had to be there to protect her and I wasn't" Jon would tell Ned devastated by Lyanna's death
"Calm down Jon, winter is coming and the fall of the Boltons will come" Ned would console him
Jon retreats to his chambers, deep in reflection. He remembers the oath he made to Lyanna Mormont, promising to protect her. He feels guilty and betrayed. Lyanna's death not only represents a personal loss, but also a stain on his honor as King, how would he be a good king if he could not keep a simple oath of protection
Jon questions himself. Has he failed as a leader? How could he allow this to happen? Guilt consumes him, but also drives him to act
Jon decides that he will not rest until the Boltons pay for their crimes. Revenge becomes his main objective, but he also knows that he must act with caution and planning
He will not rest until the house of Boltom is extinguished and there is no trace of them left
When Jon leaves his room he meets Sansa
"Jon, I am truly sorry for what happened to Lyanna, it is a horror that will soon be avenged" Sansa would tell him
"It will be so sister, rest assured that I will have the heads of all the Boltoms" Jon would tell him
Jon and Sansa headed to the great dining room of Winterfell. The long table was adorned with candles and food, but the atmosphere was heavy. All the Starks, including Ned, Rob Bran, Rickon, Arya Catelyn and his uncles, were gathered. The faces of those present reflected a mixture of worry, anger and hope.
When he entered, all eyes fell on Jon. The silence was deafening. Jon sat next to his brother Rob, his heart beating hard. Sansa sat beside him, her hand resting on his in a gesture of support.
"Jon," Rob began, his voice echoing in the room, "we must speak of what happened at House Mormont."
Jon nodded, his face impassive. "I know. And I will not allow it to go unpunished."
"But we must be cautious," Bran interjected, his voice soft but firm. "The Boltons are powerful and have many allies."
"It does not matter," Jon replied determinedly. "We will avenge Lyanna and take back Bear Island and all the stolen lands."
The northern lords began to argue over what they should do.
Sansa, observing the rising tension, intervened. "We must outwit the Boltons."
"So what do you propose?" Jon asked, turning his gaze to her.
Sansa gave a small smile. "We have the houses of the North. Show them the Boltons something to remind them of who they faced the kings of the North even before the conquest."
Later
In the great war room of Winterfell, a giant map of the surrounding area hung on the wall. Jon, Rob, Ned, Arya, Bran, Sansa, and the other lords of the North gathered to discuss their next move. Jon's proposal to use Cannibal on the front line would create an imbalance in his favor with his massive dragon.
"A dragon on the battlefield will be a formidable weapon," Ned stated, "but you will also be an easy target for the Bolton archers who are known to be the best marksmen."
"Cannibal won't let any arrow touch me," she would say confidently.
Sansa nodded. "And while Cannibal distracts the Boltons, we will attack from the flanks."
Jon nodded, outlining a detailed plan. "Cannibal will fly over the battlefield, wreaking havoc on the enemy ranks. Ned and his men will attack head-on, while the rest of the army will attack from the flanks, surrounding the Boltons and cutting off their supply lines."
Later that day Jon's room
Jon finds himself suspended in the air, the wind whipping at his face and the heat of the fire licking his skin. He is not on a horse or a wolf, but on a colossal creature, a dragon with red scales and golden eyes. Beside him, another dragon, of even greater size and ferocity, fights in an epic aerial combat.
The sky is a canvas of fire and smoke, and the roar of the dragons is deafening. Jon feels the fury and adrenaline of the battle through his mount. Every movement of the dragon, every flare of fire, is like an extension of his own will.
As the battle intensifies, however, Jon realizes that he is not controlling the dragon. It is the dragon that guides him, showing him the limits of his power and the tactics he must employ. The dragon takes him through impossible aerial maneuvers, dodging deadly attacks by millimeters.
Jon wakes up with a start, sweating and panting. The dream has been so vivid that he can still feel the heat of the fire and the wind on his face. He sits up in bed, trying to comprehend what he has experienced.
Jon feels a deeper, more personal connection with Cannibal. The dream has shown him that his dragon is more than just a beast; it is a companion, a teacher, and a protector.
After his revealing dream, Jon devotes himself completely to preparing for battle against the Boltons. He spends hours training with Cannibal, strengthening their bond and perfecting his commands. The two become a unit, anticipating each other's moves.
Cannibal is a naturally warlike dragon with a great thirst for blood
Meanwhile, in Winterfell, the details of the strategy are being finalized. Sansa, with her strategic mind, is in charge of coordinating the ground forces, while Jon concentrates on air tactics with Cannibal
Days later
The day of battle dawns cold and gray. Jon's army lines up on the field, ready for confrontation. Jon, mounted on Cannibal, soars above the battlefield. The dragon roars loudly, its green fire breath creating an impressive spectacle.
With a signal from Jon, Cannibal charges into the attack. His shadow falls across the Bolton army, sowing chaos and terror. The Bolton archers fire a shower of arrows, but Monteria dodges them with ease, while their fire reduces the enemy soldiers to ashes.
"Dracarys cannibal show your power to these pests" Jon would shout in High Valyrian
After sowing chaos in the enemy ranks, Jon comes down from cannibal and, with a defiant look, heads towards Ramsay Bolton. The future king with his shining armor and dark sister sword in hand, advances with a firm step towards his enemy.
Ramsay, surprised by Jon's audacity, sketches a cruel smile. "So the bastard wants to play knight. Very well." He draws his own sword, a long, twisted blade, and prepares for combat.
The battle between Jon and Ramsay is a deadly dance. Both warriors are good swordsmen, one of them superior, but their styles are very different. Jon fights with impressive precision and strength, while Ramsay moves with cat-like agility, constantly looking for an opening.
The fight drags on for several minutes, with the two men trading blows and dodges. Jon's sword finds flesh, but the battle-hardened Ramsay resists. For his part, Ramsay manages to land a few blows on Jon, but the Targaryen dodges or blocks them with his sword.
At one point Jon disarms Ramsay, leaving him defenseless. With a look of fury in his eyes, Jon lunges at Ramsay. The King of the North raises his sword and plunges it into his enemy's chest. Ramsay falls to the ground, defeated.
"This is for damn Lyanna." Jon tells him that he draws Dark Sisters from Ramsay's chest and cuts off his head with one blow.
Ramsay's death marks the end of the battle. The Boltons, leaderless and demoralized, disperse or surrender. Jon, covered in blood and sweat, stands up and looks to the sky. He has avenged Lyanna Mormont and freed the North from the Boltons forever.
Jon would find Lyanna's remains and decide to give her a proper burial after sacking the Bolton castle and killing the last of her men. Jon returns to Winterfell.
Days later he returned to Winterfell
Jon returns to Winterfell a hero. He has freed the North from the Boltons and avenged the death of his Lyanna Mormont. However, beneath the armor and the appearance of a victor, hides a man tired and scarred by war.
Sansa, seeing him arrive, feels a mixture of relief and pride. She runs to meet him and hugs him tightly. In that embrace, they feel a deep connection, a complicity forged in the fire of war.
Later that night
That night, in the privacy of their chambers, Jon and Sansa find themselves alone. The fire crackles in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Sitting in front of Jon, Sansa stares at him, her eyes shining with emotion.
"You have done it, Jon," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "You have freed the North from those animals."
Jon nods, his gaze lost in the fire. "We did it together, Sansa. You were the one who gave me the strength to keep going and the ideas."
Sansa walks up to him and takes his hand. "Jon, ever since we were kids, I've always had feelings for you. More than just sisterly affection."
Jon looks at her in surprise. He had never considered Sansa as anything more than a sister. However, upon hearing her words, he feels a surge of confusing emotions.
Sansa moves even closer and kisses him. It's a soft kiss, full of passion and tenderness. Jon responds to the kiss, surprised by the intensity of the moment.
The kiss between Jon and Sansa breaks all the barriers they had built between them. They realize that their feelings are deeper than they had imagined.
However, this new love also poses challenges. Jon is the future king of the 7 kingdoms and is supposed to marry either Dany or Rhaenys, and Sansa is his closest advisor and cousin. Their relationship could lead to tensions and conflicts within Winterfell and with their Targaryen relatives.
Jon and Sansa meet in Jon's room as the night envelops the castle in a blanket of stars. The sexual tension between them still persists, but so does a deep concern for the future of the North and the Seven Kingdoms.
"Sansa," Jon begins, "we need to talk about the future. About what happens after the war."
Sansa stares at him. "I know, Jon. And I know what you're thinking."
"Daenerys... she wants me to marry her and I have feelings for her too. And Rhaenys has shown interest as well. I can't deny the connection we have." Jon sighs. "I don't know what to do. On the one hand, an alliance with Daenerys would give me an easier path to the throne without any problems and if I marry Rhaenys the future problems that could arise would be over. But on the other hand..."
"But on the other hand, you have feelings for me," Sansa finishes, her voice soft but firm.
Jon is speechless. Sansa continues, "Jon, why do you have to choose? Why can't you have all three?"
Jon looks at her in disbelief. "Sansa, that's impossible. It would be... problematic."
"I don't think so," Sansa replies with an enigmatic smile. "In the North, we've always had our own customs. Who says we can't create our own traditions? And besides, by marrying Daynearys you'd have an easier path to the throne and by marrying Rhaenys the problems in Dorne would disappear and with me you'll have the full support of the North," Sansa will tell Jon.
Jon, surprised by Sansa's audacity and logic, is paralyzed for a moment. The idea of having multiple wives is radical, but in the context of Westeros, where politics is often intertwined with love and marriage, it's not at all far-fetched - Aegon himself did it during the conquest and apparently he will do it during the reconquest.
After a moment of reflection, Jon smiles. "Sansa, you're more cunning than you think. Maybe you're right."
Sansa approaches and kisses him passionately. The night turns into a celebration of love, desire and unity
A few weeks later
Daenerys and Rhaenys arrive at Winterfell Viserys stayed in Dorne with the rest of the army, with his dragons flying over the castle walls, an imposing demonstration of his power. The news of his arrival spreads quickly throughout the North, generating a mixture of admiration and fear.
Jon and Sansa receive them in the Great Hall of the castle. They go to Jon's room. They talk upon entering the atmosphere is tense, every look and every word weighs like a ton. Daenerys, with her usual aplomb, expresses her discontent with Jon's decision.
"Jon, I thought we had something special. Is this how you reward me for my loyalty after the times we've been through, Jon?" Her voice is cold and sharp.
Rhaenys, more diplomatic, tries to mediate. "Dear Aunt, we all understand that the situation is complex. But I believe we can find a solution that benefits everyone."
Sansa, for her part, stands firm. "My future husband has made a decision. And I support him."
The discussion goes on for hours. Daenerys demands an explanation, while Jon tries to justify his decision. Rhaenys proposes a truce, suggesting that the three queens rule together, each with her own realm.
Sansa rejects this proposal. "The North is independent. We will not accept being ruled by anyone else."
Daenerys scoffs. "Independence, huh? And what of your loyalty to my nephew?"
Tensions mount, and it seems that the alliance between the North and Daenerys is about to break. However, at the last moment, Jon intervenes.
"We can do as Rhaenys said, each of you will have your own territories as queens Sansa the North and the lands closest to the North, Rhaenys Dorne and Reach and the Lannister lands and Daenerys the Dragonston territories, the Stormlands and Kings Landing and the Vale
And I as king of the 7 kingdoms" Jon would say
"And besides, we all have a common enemy," he says, looking at the three women. "The White Walkers. We must unite our forces to face them, or we will all perish."
Jon, with a firm voice and a look that travels across every face in the room, proposes this division of the kingdoms. The idea of a shared government, with each queen maintaining her autonomy, seems to be the only viable solution to avoid a civil war.
Initially, Daenerys is reluctant to give up so much power. However, considering the threat of the White Walkers and the need to join forces, she eventually agrees. She sees in this agreement an opportunity to rebuild her family's legacy and rule the Seven Kingdoms as the true Targaryen queen.
Rhaenys: Rhaenys, ever the pragmatist, accepts the proposal. She sees in this split an opportunity to expand her influence and ensure the prosperity of her lands. Furthermore, she recognizes that ruling the Seven Kingdoms alone would be a daunting task.
Sansa, cautious as ever, accepts the proposal on one condition: that the North maintains its independence and does not get involved in the wars of the other kingdoms. Jon agrees to this condition, knowing that the loyalty of the North is essential to its survival.
With the division of the kingdoms, a new order is established in Westeros. Each queen governs her lands with autonomy, but the four work together to face the threat of the White Walkers. Thus having harmony between them.
Sansa proposes to seal this deal with a night of the four of them in Jon's room.
Daenerys, accustomed to a world where power is obtained through conquest and force, could see this proposal as a humiliation. However, if she sees the political benefit and the union that it could generate, she still feels something deep for Jon, only she felt displaced by now having to share him with two other women.
Rhaenys, more pragmatic and focused on the well-being of her lands, could accept the proposal as a way to ensure peace and stability and thus become more comfortable with her younger brother.
The next morning
The next morning dawns in Winterfell with an unusual sense of stillness. The four leaders find themselves sharing a bed, a fact that would have been unthinkable just a few days before. Slowly, each of them opens their eyes, meeting the gazes of the others.
Breakfast is a tense affair. Sansa, with a triumphant smile, observes how her plan has worked. Daenerys, for her part, seems thoughtful, evaluating the consequences of this night. Rhaenys, always pragmatic, appears calm and serene. Jon, overwhelmed by the situation, tries to remain calm now he has 3 wives whom he must care for and guide and they will help him with the 7 kingdoms.
Throughout breakfast, conversations filled with questions and curiosities take place as we see the four of them together, still chatting with some caution but much better than yesterday.
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