"Have you ever seen the Iron Throne? The barbs along the back, the ribbons of twisted steel, the jagged ends of swords and knives all tangled up and melted? It is not a comfortable seat, ser. Aerys cut himself so often men took to calling him King Scab, and Maegor the Cruel was murdered in that chair. By that chair, to hear some tell it. It is not a seat where a man can rest at ease. Ofttimes I wonder why my brothers wanted it so desperately."
-Stannis Baratheon
Jon found himself standing on the Wall again, gazing out towards the land beyond the Wall. The Wildlings were at the Wall he had done that at least as Lord Commander yet he felt unwanted, and unloved by his brothers. His mind wondered back to Stannis' offer of legitimization and pardon then to his brother Robb and thought of how his brother and friend could of been killed so dishonorably. Jon then pictured Winterfell, his home being desecrated by the Boltons. He remembered how he almost rode south to join Robb and yet he came back...but now. Jon stood there for a good hour or so before he had finally made up his mind.
It would take a few minutes to reach Stannis' quarters but he knocked and entered before Stannis could speak. "Your Grace, I've made up my mind. I have decided to accept your offer. I will relinquish my position as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and swear fealty to you as my one and true King. I will be legitmized as a true Stark and be granted Winterfell, the Lord Paramount of The North and the title of Warden of the North. In return I will help you rally the northmen to your cause and take Winterfell and the North from the Boltons. Afterwards we shall help you take the Iron Throne, as is your right." Jon proclaimed as he knelt before Stannis hoping to get this over with before he regretted it.