What could've been
Title: What could've been
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Jon/Val
Rating: G
Words: 394
Summary: Jon imagines what could've been of Winterfell if he had accepted Stannis' offer.
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of A Storm of Swords.
Deep down, he knew that Stannis Baratheon couldn't care much about him. Perhaps he didn't even like him, but he needed him. He needed the blood of Eddard Stark, the same blood that flowed through his veins, the blood that could guarantee him Winterfell and the support of the north, his father's bannerman.
And he had even offered a wife to him, one who had sworn to take no wife and father no children. Val, the wildling princess, as the men had recently began calling her. She was no princess, Jon knew that very well. There are no nobles among the wildlings; they respected Mance Rayder, but he wasn't a king even if he was referred to as one. It was unlikely that someone like Stannis, who grew up as a noble Baratheon, would understand that, although his Onion Knight seemed to get it.
While living with the wildlings beyond the Wall, Jon had had various talks and shared moments with her. She was, in every sense of the word, gorgeous; attractive, beautiful, and with a fierce attitude that reminded him of Ygritte. Perhaps she wasn't the ideal wife, yet he could picture himself with her on the castle of Winterfell, his father's castle. She'd put her hand on his shoulders and smile at him, they'd take care of Dalla's baby, perhaps they could take Gilly in so that the kids could grow up together, like him and Robb had.
And maybe, one day, Val would get pregnant and they'd have a baby of their own. A new Stark, who would possess the blood of the wild princess Val and the new lord of Winterfell, Jon Stark...
"Jon Stark" he mumbled, hearing it out loud for the first time, tasting the name on his mouth. It was filled with lies; he was Jon Snow, the bastard son of Ned Stark, he couldn't just sit on his place, on the place that should've belonged to Robb or Bran... he wasn't them, and no matter how beautiful Val was or how tempting the offer could be, he would never take their rightful place.
Jon knew he had made the right choice when he turned Stannis' offer down, yet he still wonders what could've been when he sees Val looking down from her window. If only things would've been different, perhaps it would've been a good life...
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Jon/Val
Rating: G
Words: 394
Summary: Jon imagines what could've been of Winterfell if he had accepted Stannis' offer.
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of A Storm of Swords.
Deep down, he knew that Stannis Baratheon couldn't care much about him. Perhaps he didn't even like him, but he needed him. He needed the blood of Eddard Stark, the same blood that flowed through his veins, the blood that could guarantee him Winterfell and the support of the north, his father's bannerman.
And he had even offered a wife to him, one who had sworn to take no wife and father no children. Val, the wildling princess, as the men had recently began calling her. She was no princess, Jon knew that very well. There are no nobles among the wildlings; they respected Mance Rayder, but he wasn't a king even if he was referred to as one. It was unlikely that someone like Stannis, who grew up as a noble Baratheon, would understand that, although his Onion Knight seemed to get it.
While living with the wildlings beyond the Wall, Jon had had various talks and shared moments with her. She was, in every sense of the word, gorgeous; attractive, beautiful, and with a fierce attitude that reminded him of Ygritte. Perhaps she wasn't the ideal wife, yet he could picture himself with her on the castle of Winterfell, his father's castle. She'd put her hand on his shoulders and smile at him, they'd take care of Dalla's baby, perhaps they could take Gilly in so that the kids could grow up together, like him and Robb had.
And maybe, one day, Val would get pregnant and they'd have a baby of their own. A new Stark, who would possess the blood of the wild princess Val and the new lord of Winterfell, Jon Stark...
"Jon Stark" he mumbled, hearing it out loud for the first time, tasting the name on his mouth. It was filled with lies; he was Jon Snow, the bastard son of Ned Stark, he couldn't just sit on his place, on the place that should've belonged to Robb or Bran... he wasn't them, and no matter how beautiful Val was or how tempting the offer could be, he would never take their rightful place.
Jon knew he had made the right choice when he turned Stannis' offer down, yet he still wonders what could've been when he sees Val looking down from her window. If only things would've been different, perhaps it would've been a good life...