Warning: Please do not go any further with the story if you do not agree with the idea of Jon and Daenerys or support this ship.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Game of Thrones nor any of the characters involved in this story. This is merely an interpretation of events after season 6 of the show and a little changes from the season 6 episodes. This is an alternate to story from what the producers of the show might have in mind. (I am aware of the leaks to season 7).
SIDE NOTE: I made this fanfiction last February 2016. I did and still do a lot of editing with my story. I am also not a book reader although I have read only parts of the "A Song of Ice and Fire" novels and the "The World of Ice and Fire". This is also my first fanfiction that I actually published.
Chapter 1
Tyrion looked idly at the magnificence of the vast seas. They were lucky that the Greyjoy siblings came in when they did. They helped crush the rebellion of the Good Masters by impeding their ships while their Queen who managed to come back with ridiculously good timing. She burned down a few boats and demanded the defeat of the Masters. Now they were all off to Westeros, thanks to an alliance with Lady Asha Greyjoy.
Not the most comforting alliance Tyrion thought but an alliance of necessity. Maybe a solution will come to him if he drinks a whole casket of Dornish Red. But then that would weaken his most vital aspect, his wit. He needed all of it right now especially with a raging dragon queen.
"So tell me my Hand, why is it that we must go North?"
Tyrion looks behind to see the beautiful silver haired queen with a marred expression of annoyance
"Well there goes a lovely morning."
Tyrion replies as he gulps down the remaining wine in his simple cup.
He moves past the infuriated queen. The hull of the ship sways and rocks against the immensely blue waters of the sea. It's a miracle he thinks, not a lot of people are throwing up. He did a while ago and so did others. But looking at the radiant queen almost made you wonder if she was immune to sickness, something she would boast about but yet to be seen
"It appears your Grace has a strong belly."
"I am growing tired of this game Tyrion, no more flattery, answers are what I want."
"Did you get that on your own? Or did the sellsword whisper it in your ear?"
Her eyes darkened in quiet rage, clouding her amethyst eyes. They showed him that she was not amused.
He smirked and answered
"The North has always been loyal to the crown. So I thought we might start there."
"Before the Usurper turned them into loyal dogs."
He grinned as replied
"Your Grace I thought you didn't believe what your brother said."
She was taken aback by his comment, but he continued
"Yes, before Robert, had your wise father not burn the lord and strangled the heir, they might have remained faithful to the crown."
Daenerys shifted on and walked over to the other side of the hull looking over at the dragons who played by the sea, catching fish and eating it whole.
Tyrion walked up and stood beside her
"I know you don't want to go there, but the North is essential. If Winter is truly coming then you will need soldiers who fight in the snow and frigid ice. No one knows better than the North."
"What about the Tyrells?" she retorted
"Them? They have agendas of their own and enemies who they must face who are not yours, just yet."
"The Lannisters."
"And the Faith." He added.
She looked outward to the sea again in deep contemplation.
"Will this be a fruitful endeavour?"
"I hope so." He said sounding very sure about the hope in his words.
Daenerys relented and charted their course to White Harbour.
Dany could only bring with her a small host. The other forces were waiting at Dragonstone for further instructions. They were lucky Tyrion once said had the Faith not stepped in and weakened the Crown, boats would have been sent to siege Dragonstone. Unfortunately for King's Landing everyone is caught up in religious fanaticism to even care about the arrival of another contender to the Throne. A grave mistake on the High Sparrow's assumption of power, for now Tyrion and the rest of her council agreed to use this opportunity from this great dishevel to assert Daenerys' power by making alliances with the different houses. Since the Northern House of Stark was able to successfully win back Winterfell. Tyrion wanted to start there, as the Starks can be a trust worthy ally.
Upon arriving at the shore of White Harbour they were greeted my men pointing their sharpened blades at small host of the Targaryens. If Tyrion had not interceded there would have been a brawl between them which would have resulted in an unnecessary loss of life. Meeting them was noble household of the Starks. Sansa was now the Queen of the North. By her side her half-brother Jon Stark, who was legitimized by Sansa. He was respected and revered for being a great warrior and sang as the Prince that was Promised by a red priestess called Melisandre. The siblings were gathering support from their bannermen, checking supplies and fortifying the North of the impeding Winter. Tyrion and Jon exchanged pleasantries towards each other.
However this was cut short by the impatient Daenerys. Sansa smiled courteously and said
"What can I do for you, your Grace?"
Daenerys stepped forward and raised her chin saying
"Help me win the Iron Throne."
The men in the hall became silent. Before Sansa spoke in reply
"Your Grace, before we would have gone into battle with you, but Winter is here and must we defend our own people before playing the Game of Thrones."
Lord Cerwyn called out saying
"We of the North don't want any part in your Southern Ambition your Grace. Go look for another lord that will gladly support you."
Dany answered back
"Am I to be mistaken that the North did not pledge their alliance to Rhaenyra. To support her, I who have her blood is calling you once again to join me in to reclaim the Iron Throne and purge the throne of those pretenders."
"In exchange for what?"
Asked Lady Lyanna Mormont
"Absolution of your participation in the Usurper's Rebellion."
The hall burst into laughter, Dany wanted to roast every single one alive and be done with this mockery. She looked to Tyrion who stood unfazed staring at Jon Stark.
The said man stood and the laughter died down to a patter.
"The North does not need absolution; it needs protection, the realm needs protection from what is coming. Winter is upon us. If your Grace, can fight by our side then we will be willing to fight with you."
Daenerys looking ever defiant asked
"How then can I earn your allegiance?"
"You have dragons have you not your Grace? Maybe we can strike a bargain."
All eyes rested on Daenerys and Jon as he revealed to her his plan.