The King in the North Commands
Ser Davos heard the determined pace of the Lord Commander’s boots coming toward his solar. Jon threw open the door. No, all that was in the past. Jon standing in his solar was real though. How things had unfolded for them all.
“Yes, Your Grace, what is it?”
“Ser Davos, find the Maester. Let the ravens fly, summon all my bannermen. I have a task at hand.”
“And tell them what?”
“I don’t care what you tell them but, to come, if they wish. The King in the North must have his queen?”
“What queen?”
“I am to make Lady Sansa, my queen, in the Godswood on Winter Solstice. With them or without them.”
“Wait, Your Grace, what are you saying?”
“I am saying, I’ve lost my mind but, found my soul cradled in her hands.”
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