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This is more show canon than book canon, mostly because the show is further along the books and has a foreseeable endgame. This is Jon/Dany centered with heavy Arya/Gendry mixed in. Other pairings will be decided as the fic continues on. I need to do something during this hiatus so Fanfic it is.

I am in no way a skilled writer. I write what I like to write and play out different fantastical ideas in my head in regards to the character's thoughts, emotions, and actions but I try to keep them as true to their personalities as possible. My strong area is romance so if I fail a bit in explaining the political aspect of this series, please refrain from foul language. Please forgive any grammar errors. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

JON

The chill and bite of the North welcomed its King with great abandon. Jon Snow was home and his home knew it all too well. As he looked upon the familiar gates of Winterfell in the distance, a great longing filled his bones and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to ride in and see his father standing proud and true, once again the powerful Warden of the this great land. He wanted to go in and see Robb sparring and see little Arya scuffle with Bran and though he knows he is to finally, finally see his precious sister and curious little brother once more, the words of the Lady Brienne ring loud in his mind.

'I'm sworn to protect her, your grace. Though, I suppose those who cross her blade are the only ones that will need protecting."

"Bran is...observant. He knows many things, Your Grace."

Though not much to go on, her words gave the King a sense of foreboding. He didn't know his siblings anymore. He wasn't able to protect them from the horrors of the cruel world and they've changed, evolved into what they needed to be to survive. Even sweet Sansa could not be shielded, and though she did not bare a strong love for him in her youth, it does not make him love her any less. And love them he did, all of them. His family, his pack. He needed to get to them, to see what was left of his family all together.

A hand resting on is shoulder broke Jon out of his musings. Looking up his eyes connected with a shock of violet that never fails to take his breath away. The Mother of Dragons was looking at him with a softness in her eyes that he has gotten used during their journey to the North, and yet he should not think he deserves such tenderness. It was decided that she was to ride into Winterfell with the King on a horse rather than with her beloved Dragons. They were off hunting, although looking at the Queen's pained face, Jon knows they must be mourning their fallen brother in a way only they knew.

"Do you not wish to put an end to such a long journey, Lord Snow? What has you so distracted that would halt you when you are so close to your home?"

"It's nothing, Your Grace. Just thinking about my family. What it will be like to see them all together. What Bran might look like, what it will feel like to hold my little Arya in my arms again."

Daenerys removed her hand for his shoulder and Jon wanted it back on him, touching him, feeling him everywhere. He was in love with this woman, there was no doubt and he knew she loved him. They hadn't said it in so many words but they feel it in every caress, in every breath shared between them in the dark of the night when they can put away the titles and politics and just be one. With his banner men and Davos and Tyrion and her men following behind them, waiting, Jon knows he can't touch her, can barely look at her with causing some kind of uproar. But Gods, does he want to.

"I'm sure they are just as eager to see you Jon," she whispered for only his ears, "must you keep them waiting?"

"Aye, my queen, I do not wish to keep them waiting any longer," he murmured back.

He turned over his right shoulder to his trusted adviser, Ser Davos, who was looking at him a raised brow. Ignoring his look, Jon gave him a subtle nod turned back towards Winterfell, urging his horse forward.

"Onward men! The King in the North is going home!"

As Ser Davos' command began a chorus of "The King in the North" Jon could not help but to look over and Daenerys. Bending the knee to her meant to no longer carry such a title, but looking at her face riding alongside him, she looked content in the shouts of the Northern men. How odd.

Looking forward once more, he propelled his horse into gallop, no longer able to stop himself of the need to be inside those stone walls again. They are a comfort that could not be found elsewhere, a comfort that cannot be taken even with the impending war with the Night King. But more than that, seeing his family in those stone walls is what will truly make being there such a blessing.

Jon Snow was ready to go home, and if the gods are good, he will never have to leave it again. He has a feeling his hopes are futile.

DAENERYS

Looking upon the looming castle she has come to know as Winterfell after urging Jon forward, Dany can't stop her heart from quickening. The North is a vital region in her beloved Seven Kingdoms and it is so very loved by those who call it home. Though most southerners would very well see the expansive snows and dreary skies as less than desirable, Dany can see the beauty in it. She can appreciate its wild winds as they kiss her cheeks, and while the fire in her blood prevents her truly feeling it, she knows its force could ice her bones. She's come to adore the way the snow sticks, nothing but pure white as far as the eye can see.

But that wasn't what made the Dragon Queen anxious. She was in a foreign land but she always knew all the lands in Westoros to be her own. No, what made Dany nervous were the people. The people were different than land, she does not wish to force her rule upon them. She was not Cersei, she would not have them fear her. The Throne is her birthright but she does not wish to rule her people of Westoros with hatred and cruelty. She wants their loyalty and their love. These people were not her people, not yet, she was not their queen as they do not know her. They bore no love for her or her House. Their opinion of her stem from her father, the Mad King, and Daenerys cannot fault them for feeling this way. The Mad King was true to his name and his murder of Rickard and Brandon Stark made certain that there was no love lost between the Northmen and House Targaryen. Dany can only hope that the loyalty of their chosen King, son of the honorable Eddard Stark, will help sway them to her cause.

'Their chosen King' Dany repeats in her head. Jon Snow was an utter mystery. Former Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, a warrior in his own right, a bastard no less, chosen as King in the North. An honorable man, just like his father, as her Lord Hand is keen on reminding her. A worthy ally in the wars to come.

And yet, every time her eyes connect with Jon's, Dany sees more than a mere ally. She sees what she once dreamed of with her beloved Khal. She sees in him the tales she would hear of love and desire and passion. When she saw him with her Drogon, he made her want. He made her want things that she had long come to terms with never having. She is a Khaleesi, the mother of her beloved Dragons. She has lost two of her children, one from her Khal and one from her blood. She cannot bear the pain of wanting and losing another. And yet Jon Snow had made her dream it and now she cannot move past it. And as he holds her in the dark of the night, when it is just this man and her as they become one, she cannot bear the hope that swells in her of having this. With him.

Daenerys is not a fool. She knows the political gain to come from this relation with the proclaimed King in the North. She is sure an alliance sealed with marriage will only strengthen their ties and help the North see her as their rightful ruler, a Queen who stands as their chosen King's equal. And though she has spent a great deal of time demanding that Lord Snow bend the knee, as she hears the cries of his banner men's 'The King in the North' she cannot help but feel it suits him, this title of "King". Perhaps he could be her King.

It has become a common occurrence over that past several days for Dany to think more and more on what would make Lord Snow happy. She finds that with a man as uninterested in his own happiness as he is, she must think about it for him. She does not bring herself to think that he could love her in the same way that she has come to love him. If she does it will be all too easy for her to take what she wants and she must think about what a marriage with her would mean for him. Tis true that she should not trust the word of her husband's murderer, but Daenerys won't let herself be taken away by false hopes of a naïve King. She cannot give him an heir. And though he may think he loves her enough for that not to matter, Dany fears that later on, he will come to regret the choice he makes by being hers. And that, she was sure, she will not survive.

Now, upon the gates of Winterfell her mind takes a different turn as she thinks about Jon finally being home again. She's never truly known the feeling of coming home. They say her home is Dragonstone, birthed there during a wretched storm. What she feels there is many things; pride, strength and a deep connection to her ancestry. But she doesn't know if its home, not truly. Perhaps she'll finally feel that once she sits on the Iron Throne.

As Dany thinks of Jon's homecoming , to those he can call his own, she cannot help but feel envious of him. Many have spoken of his love for the North and his people but the love in his eyes at the mentions of his family can never be contested. When she lies in his arms after he's taken her thoroughly, they talk of what their lives had been like, of how they became what they are. He talks of his brother Robb, taken too young in a fight he shouldn't have had to fight, and how they would spar and laugh and grow together. He speaks of Sansa, so beautiful and proper, whose innocence and dreams were stolen from her. He admires his brother Bran for his curiosity and adventurous nature and he recalls the devastation of his accident before his own journey to the wall. His eyes fill with sadness as he speaks of little Rickon, so small and brave, taken in a battle he should never have been in the middle of. When he remembers Arya, she feels him tremble. The love he has for his 'wild she-wolf' sister is present in every word he speaks. He missed her the most, he says. He doesn't think it was nice to play favorites but she was always his and he was always hers. He doesn't talk much about his regrets for Arya but Dany knows they weigh on him with every breath he takes. And while yes, she has her beloved children, her wondrous dragons, she cannot stop the ache of wanting another person with her blood. Someone that was hers.

She does find herself hoping they like her. He always speaks of his siblings with such reverence and Dany can only hope to receive such adoration from him.

'Oh Dany, are the love and affection of so many not enough that you must still yearn for his and his family's? You are not some docile lady. You are the Mother of Dragons!" Dany quietly chastises herself. She must not forget herself and what she fights for. Her love for him is true, and she will fight for him and his people but she cannot lose herself in his love. They are her people, even if they do not see themselves as such. These are her lands, even if another is laying claim on it. The Dead Men that took her Viscerion must pay, and then Cersei will know her wrath with Fire and Blood.

SANSA

Sansa smiles as she commands the gates to be opened, ready to welcome her brother. The King in the North returns with a new ally, it would seem. She must admit, though hesitant with her brother's stubborn decision to meet with the Dragon Queen at her summons, it could not have gone better than expected. Remembering the affection so clearly shown in his letter to her, she cannot help but think there's more to it. Baelish did mention the Queen's beauty.

'A new ally indeed'

She does have to wonder what this new development will bring in regards to their Northern allies. Regardless, she will support Jon in his derision to ally the North with the Dragon Queen. Her help will be needed in the War to come. Winter is here and with it come the dead.

Whatever the reaction, the North must remember that the Stark's are a pack and any who seek to betray them will pay for it. Just like Lord Baelish.

ARYA

Hiding. Waiting. Watching. She doesn't know if she is ready. She has waited so long but she cannot make herself leave her chambers. She looks different, what if he can't remember her face? She is different now, in so many ways, and she did not think she could feel fear. But she does, she fears what he'll think of her, of what she has become. She fears that he will deny her when he learns of the things she has done. He is honorable, like father. What she is cannot be considered honorable, or just. But it is her way of surviving.

'Move Arya, go! You have to see him, finally he is home.'

Her brother is home.

What do you think? Clarification before anyone asks, anything you may be inferring in regards to a romantic Jon/Arya or Jon/Sansa is a no. They love each other deeply and strongly as siblings (*spoiler*cousins*spoiler). And not the Jaime and Cersei way.

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