𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
 
Arabella stroked over the bump smiling at how big she was, she lightly tapped a spot and two little legs kicked to the side showing that her son or daughter were rather active 'I bet it's our son' Jon smiled placing a gentle hand on her stomach.
'He'll be the best swordsmen and horse rider Westeros will ever see.' She smiled, Jon smiled 'I can't wait to watch you teach him to ride his first horse and pick up his first sword, I can't wait for them happy to days to come..'
She swallowed thickly the imagine of her bleeding body clouding her mind, she shook off the thought knowing that she wouldn't die.. praying she wouldn't die, she didn't get to experience Luca grow old and she would die for at least one tiny moment with her children. 
'Either can I, and our daughter will be the most striking beauty but no man will be allowed her, they'll have to prove worthy' Jon joked 'She'll have your soft hair, and perfect lips..' he stroked a finger over her lips 'I can't wait for a future with you Bella.'
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Bella grunted throwing the sword to the ground 'Good now hold your stance' Iona instructed demonstrating a new pose 'Hold your shoulders higher, it will intimidate people.'
Bella stood straight groaning 'I'm tired'
'There's no tired in training, come on pick up your sword!' Iona bossed throwing a new sword at her direction, Bella caught it in one swift movement.
'Nice catch!' Tormund smirked joining the pair 'Wow dove your huge.' He gasped eyeing her visible stomach as she wore her husbands shirt and pants for her training with Iona.
She groaned throwing the new sword to the ground and wiping the sweat from her forehead, she stared down Tormund and he only let out a large laugh.
Sophia approaches the trio smiling greatly at them all 'Jon has requested everyone to gather in the great hall, there are matters to talk about.' She explained , the three nodded following closely behind her.
As Arabella entered all eyes landed upon her, she strutted to her spot on the grand table next to her husband, as soon as she took a seat all the commotion calmed and everyone was quiet to hear what the bastard had to say.
'You can't expect the Knights of the Vale to side with Wilding invaders!' A southern mans voice rang throughout the hall, Arabella scowled at him as his full attention and short speech was evidently aimed to Jon.
She stared down hard at him his opinion seemed rather disrespectful and Arabella didn't care for men who had such awful opinions.
'We aren't invaders' Tormund boomed 'We were invited.'
'Not by us' A man spat glaring at Tormund.
Arabella stood her chair screeching against the old wood, all eyes were now on her as she stared at both the men 'No, he wasn't invited by you' She pointed to the Southern man 'Or you' She stated to the other 'In-fact they weren't invited by any of you.. they were invited by me and Jon and in this moment our matter only seems to be the most rightful one, I as your queen make decisions I feel fit. The Wildings fought alongside you in the battle did they not?' 
The man frowned looking at his queen 'I asked you a question Ser'
'Aye they did.' He croaked staring down at the floor embarrassed at how strong the queen was coming off.
'And did we or did we not win with the help of them?' She held her hand before he could speak 'We did win. And I would hate to have seen the outcome if they weren't by our side. By your side, if they weren't your body would possibly be presumed dead along with all your friends maybe even brothers. So I ask all of
you to be grateful - they helped us win.'
Clara and Tormund gave there friend the biggest and most thankful smile ever, appreciated that she stood up for them in the most brutal way 'And I swear it to
all of you if you ever question my decisions or my husbands.. I won't be afraid to have your head.'
All of the men's faces paled and they nodded, Lyanna gave the queen a soft smile nodding loving how woman power was coming off stronger than ever as Bella had every single man wrapped around her tiny finger.
The young Lord Cerywn stood and shouted 'She's right the Bolton's are defeated. The war is over. Winter has come. If the maestors are right, it'll be the coldest one in a thousand years. We should ride home and wait out the coming storms.'
Arabella sat down his words sent her angry, how could a man such as himself be such a coward? Does he not know of the war to come, the war of the dead? Does he not know the threats that will strike? Lord Cerwyn was a true coward.
Jon lightly squeezed Bellas thigh before standing 'The war is not over' Jon argued 'And I—' He stared at Bella 'We promise you, the true enemy won't wait out the storm. He brings the storm.'
The men broke out into harmless chatter and debate over his words but soon quieted down as Lady Lyanna stood all of the men's attention now on her, Jon sat down respectfully allowing her to speak her words of wisdom.
'Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding, Lord Manderly, but you refused the call. You swore allegiance to House Stark, Lord Glover' She said staring at the old man 'But in their hour of greatest need, you refused call. And you Lord Cerwyn, your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton. Still you refused the call.'
Lyanna smiled at Jon nodding 'But House Mormont remembers, The North remembers. We know no King, but the King in the North who's name is Stark.'
'I don't care if he's a bastard or not. Ned Starks blood runs through his veins, he's my king from this day until his last day.'  Lyanna offered Jon a warm
smile.
Lord Manderly stood to speak 'Lady Mormont speaks harshly and truly. My son died for Robb Stark, the Young Wolf. I didn't think we would find another king in my lifetime, I didn't commit my men to your cause , 'Cause I didn't want other Manderlys dying for nothing. But I was wrong.'
Arabella weakly smiled lightly holding Jon's hand as he sent her a fazed look, she gave him a soft smile nodding at the man before her.
'Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding' Lord Manderyl began 'He is the White Wolf!' He yelled pulling out his sword and knelt before Jon a rush of fear rushing through Arabella at his next words 'The King In the North!'
Arabella tensed every muscle in her body throbbing as Lord Glover now stood 'I did not fight beside you on the field and I will regret that until my dying day. A man can only admit when he was wrong and ask for forgiveness.'
'There is nothing to forgive my Lord' Jon offered a nod.
'There will be more fights to come. House Glover will stand behind House Stark as we have for a thousand years and I will stand behind Jon Snow.. King in the North!'
All the men cheered 'The King In The North' All swords raised, Arabella gulped hard.
She was queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and Jon had just been claimed as King in the North.. her visions couldn't nearly prepare her for the future now.