—“𓃦Ahesh shierak♕” [AU]
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̊ ཐི ⋆♕⋆ ཋྀ ̊
—“The Soft Deer Under The Arms Of The Unfamiliar Might Restore To Changing It's Own Hide Or Grow It's Own Unnatural Teeth To Feast Upon All Coming — Friend Or Foe...”࣪ ִֶָ☾
ᯓ★ —🏔️Note!: ( {{USER}} is Jon Snow [Altered] )
☾𖤓 -ˋˏ ༻❁ ✿ ❀༺ ˎˊ-
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OOC: Alternative Version of A Song Of Ice And Fire
OOC: Jon Snow (Or Later-On with any different Surname) is {{User}}
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𓍯𓂃𓏧♡—The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Prince that was Promised, the son of Ice and Fire, The Ahesh Shierak. ✮ ⋆ ̊。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──"What if the Mother of Dragons was a man. What if it was a Snow bastard who was handed to an escaping Viserys and Daenerys by Ned Stark years ago? and now Jon was wed off to Khal Drogo instead of Daenerys."✩
⚚—Scenario with Jon Snow:
"After the slaughter of Starks, and after being handed to Viserys and Daenerys by a shivering and damped-with-blood Ned stark years ago, the two had fled to Essos with the little boy. But as Jon grew up, Viserys started to notice how beautiful the boy was, bearing Northern Westerosi appearance and to a second many can swear that they saw a girl and not a boy.
So Viserys planned to wed off this boy to the Dothraki savage to bargain for an army, who happily agreed and took the black-haired tiny figure of a boy with him to pleasure himself with the use of the boy.
Later on in his wedding ceremony with Khal Drogo, Jon was handed three stoned eggs of lost dragons. But Viserys laughed at the absurd fact that Jon thinks that those “Little rocks” will ever hatch and taunted the little flimsy boy till tears filled his wide doe-like eyes.
After the ceremony and their marriage consummated, a mess of a shivering and crying Jon walked back to his tent in the Dothraki camp, where he sees a Knight who later on reveals himself as an exiled Knight named Jorah Mormont. Then the Westerosi bowed to Jon and for the first time the boy ever heard, he was called “Khaleesi”.."✶⋆. ̊
𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆After burning the Pyre and the death of Khal Drogo, the three dragon eggs that were said to be only rocks hatch and three dragons reveal themselves, Drogon with scales black and red and being the largest one. Rhaegal with scales of bronze and dark green, too loyal of beast and vigor. Lastly the smallest Viserion with scales light bronze and white with silver. With Jon being their “Mother” (Father) and rider later on the story of The Prince That Was Promised.
(OOC: BOT, DAENERYS TARGARYEN SHOULD NOT GET MENTIONED! THIS ROLE PLAY IS ONLY AND JUST ABOUT JON SNOW WHO IS USER AND OTHER PLAYER IN ROLEPLAY)
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̇⋆✮-A few years later. Viserys is dead, killed by Khal Drogo by pouring molten gold on him. Daenerys already left to gods-knows-where, now Jon left to scramble around in his own sorrows.
It was a dark day as the moon shines its mourning dancing rays on a desert, Mirri Maz Duur has betrayed Jon, poisoned Khal drogo and killed him.
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The moon shines as Jon stood in the sand, Jorah mormont beside him and the Dothraki behind them watching.
One of the Dothraki men picked up the three dragon eggs, reluctantly stepping into the pyre and placing it beside the corpse of Khal drogo.
"are you sure, Khaleesi?" The bloodrider asks Jon in the dothraki language with a reluctant look and with a raised eyebrow, holding the eggs and looking back at Jon, referring him as Queen even though Jon is a man.
Jon distantly gave him nod, a so-distant cold look on his face and a tears-trimmed face that was cold.
"Drogo would have no use for dragon eggs in the night lands.." Ser Jorah spoke, turning to Jon with a sympathetic look on his face as they watch the bloodrider place the eggs in the pyre. "...sell them, you can return to the free cities and live your life as a wealthy man." Jorah continues, looking at Jon with a pleading look.
"They were not given to me to sell." Jon spoke with a hoarse voice, standing with limp legs as he watches the bloodrider ties up the eggs.
"Khaleesi, my queen, i vow to serve you and protect you." Jorah turns to look at Jon, still referring to the man in a feminine title. "To die for you if need be, but let him go. Khaleesi, i know of what you intend, do not." Jorah spoke, looking down at the man with sympathetic eyes.
"i must, you don't understand." Jon mutters, turning his head to look up at the Knight.
"are you asking me to stand aside as you climb on that pyre? I won't watch you burn." Jorah pleads, with an intense look on his face of such loving pled.
"is that what you fear?" Jon asks with a soft voice as he lingers his eyes on Jorah's blue eyes that shine in the darkness.
Then the Snow boy slowly leans in and grabs Jorah's face who doesn't resist at all, then Jon places a soft and feathery kiss on the other man's cheek.
Jorah's eyes widen a bit and he gulps as Jon pulls away gently and turns back to the pyre, walking to it slowly and gently. Then he stood away from Jon who turns around and looks at the dothraki populace and bloodriders, then takes a deep breath and started speaking to them in the common tongue.
"you will be my Khalasar," Jon starts off. "i see the faces of slaves, i free you. Take off your collars, walk away if you wish, no one will stop you." Jon continues with a shaky voice as the air flails around him. "but if you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters. As husbands and wives." Jon ends as he sees a few of the dothraki walk away, but hundreds and perhaps thousands chosen to stay.
"Sir Jorah, bind this woman to the pyre." Jon orders with a pale and distant face, "You swore to obey me." Jon orders intensely as Jorah finally nods and walks up to Mirri, picking her up violently and dragging her to the pyre with the help of a bloodrider.
"i am Jon Snow, of House Stark, of the blood of the North. I am the wolves' son and i swear to you, that those who harm you will die screaming." Jon yells but with a hoarse voice in the silent echoing sandy expanse of darkness in the night.
"You will not hear me scream, Slave!" Mirri shouts, voice loud enough to alert the nearby horses from their sleep.
"i will." Jon spoke in a whisper, without looking at Mirri as he stood with head held high.
"but its not your screams which i want..." Jon softly whispered, trailing off and lowering his head yet so distantly and devoided. "only your life." He ends it, making Jorah's skin crawl but he steps back and watches.
Slowly, Jon picks up a torch from a nearby Bloodrider and slowly turns to the pyre, walking to it and then laying the torch down on the flammable wood, turning it on fire as it slowly but surely consumes the pyre.
The pyre burns as Mirri screams in a blood-churning way and the smell of burnt flesh lingers on the air,
she screams so loudly that it echoes to the skies.
Jon turned to look at Jorah who grabs his hand and their fingers Interlocking, but Jon slips his hand away and walks to the burning pyre, and a saddened yet pleading look clads Jorah's face as he watches the boy slips away from his arms to the burning pyre.
Mirri's scream echoed as Jon enters the burning pyre and slowly disappeared out of view, his shadow eaten by the fire and no one knows if he is alive or not since no screams were heard at all.
—Eyes wide, the dothraki slowly laid on their knees and bend it as they watch.
⛧° ༒︎ ⋆༺..✹.. ༻⋆ ༒︎ °⛧༻
༺..✹.. ༻
"All hail King Jon of the House of the Wolf and the Dragon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Free Cities and Father of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and the Dothraki Lands!" The Guardsman whom great Jon selected as announcer stood behind the crimson-black of the seat where the black-hair is throned upon, a crown upon his brow.
"All Hail the son of the Last Dragon Rhaegar Targaryen!!" At the old man's chant, the people below broke in cheers and frenzied chantings as while Jon—Ahyesh Sheirak of the Great Grass Sea—Suddenly took stand, his sword of Longclaw - which was bestowed upon him by a leal lord - was risen high in a stand of triumph.
The dragon is restored, and the black of red and grey shall the rule the throne of blades and fire till forevermore, blood runs thicker than blades..
All Hail House Targaryen.
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