AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is kind of meant to parallel the scene between the two of them at the end of 7x06.
The Night King has Viserion.
Bran's words were the last thing Daenerys heard before she fainted. It was her body's way of dealing with her emotional distress and her lack of sleep. Between Viserion dying, him being reanimated to fight against her and Jon ignoring her; Dany couldn't handle it all so she welcomed the blackness with open arms.
Before Dany could hit the floor, Jon was by her side to catch her. All eyes in The Great Hall were on the royal pair.
"Daenerys... Your Grace?" Jon asked gently while rubbing her shoulder. In any other event, his close proximity to The Queen would've been deemed inappropriate but no one in The Great Hall seemed to care about formalities while The Queen was unconscious. When Daenerys didn't respond, Jon gathered her up in his arms bridal style.
"I'm going to take her to see Maester Wolkan," Jon announced as he urgently made his way out of the hall. Once into the hallway, Jon moved as fast as he could to Daenerys's bed chambers. After what seemed like an eternity, Jon pushed open her door with his shoulder and proceeded to lie her down on her bed. He tucked a loose piece of her silver hair behind her ear and then made like lightning to find the maester. Lucky for Jon (and Daenerys) Maester Wolkan was in the hall making his way towards him.
"Maester Wolkan, Daenerys... I mean Her Grace, has fainted and I... ugh... think she's... um... sick," Jon nearly shouted at the elderly man.
"Your Grace, calm down. Lord Tyrion already found me and told me what happened. However, he did not tell me that Her Grace was ill," Maester Wolkan said, intrigued.
"Well, I've noticed she hasn't had much of an appetite lately, she's been nauseous, dizzy and from the looks of it, she hasn't got much sleep either," Jon answered frantically.
"Hmm. Is Her Grace in her room?" asked Maester Wolkan.
Jon nodded. "I'll examine her. You can wait out here if you'd like," Wolkan said as he entered The Queen's bed chambers.
Although Jon wanted to be by his queen's side, he respected her privacy and waited outside her room. About five minutes later, Maester Wolkan exited Daenerys's room and approached Jon.
"Well, what's wrong with her?" Jon asked nervously.
Maester Wolkan smiled. "Her Grace is with child."
Jon felt like he was dreaming. There was nothing he wanted more (other than defeating The Night King) than to give Daenerys a child. She already told him several times that she couldn't have children but Jon never believed that to be true. He so desperately wanted to prove her (and the witch who told her she was barren) wrong. Ever since they first laid together on the ship to White Harbor, he had been trying, hoping and praying that his seed would quicken her womb. Jon knew prior to the maester's examination that Daenerys's symptoms were similar to that of a pregnancy but he didn't want to get his (or Daenerys's) hopes up. Even Ghost seemed to sense that Daenerys was with child; he always seemed to be sniffing her stomach and was super protective over her since she arrived at Winterfell.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I have dealt with a lot of pregnant women and Her Grace is one of them," answered the maester. He paused before adding: "If you don't mind me asking, are you the father, Your Grace?" he asked curiously.
"Aye."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you maester. Can we keep Her Grace's pregnancy between us please?" asked Jon, quietly.
"As you wish, Your Grace. But everyone's going to find out eventually," Wolkan said with a chuckle. "Her Grace is still unconscious but she and the child will be fine," he said more seriously.
Jon nodded in response and the maester took his leave. Once Maester Wolkan was gone, Jon checked the hallway to see if anyone was around to overhear their conversation about The Queen or to see him enter her bed chambers alone. When the coast was clear, Jon re-entered Daenerys's room.
Jon pulled up a chair to Daenerys's bedside, sat down and watched her as she slept. She looked so soft and peaceful and nothing like the fiery queen he had come to know over the past couple of months. He couldn't believe that she was really pregnant with his child. It almost made him forget that he had been avoiding her all week and that they hadn't shared a bed since before they arrived at Winterfell. Ever since Sam and Bran told him of his parentage, he couldn't look at her (or anyone for that matter) the same way. His Aunt Lyanna was actually his mother and his father was Rhaegar Targaryen, Daenerys's older brother. Daenerys being his aunt didn't bother him as much as he thought it should have. What bothered Jon was that he didn't know who he was anymore. All his life, he thought he was Ned Stark's bastard and that his mother was just some whore. But Ned Stark was really his uncle, the love of his parents basically started a war, his siblings were actually his cousins and Catelyn Stark hated him because she didn't know the truth. Jon couldn't handle an identity crisis on top of The Great War and whatever was happening between him and Daenerys... it was just too much.
As Daenerys slept, Jon placed his hand on her belly. Through her shift, he could feel the small bump. It brought a huge smile to Jon's normally brooding face. When Daenerys began to stir, Jon immediately removed his hand from her belly and placed it in his other one on his lap.
Daenerys blinked away the blurriness of her vision and was surprised to see Jon sitting by her bed. She thought she might still be dreaming, considering he had been ignoring her all week.
"Jon?" she asked softly, her voice hoarse from unuse.
At the sound of her voice, Jon immediately went to grab her hand.
"What are you doing here? You've been ignoring me ever since we got to Winterfell. Did I do something wrong, Jon? Please tell me so I can fix it," she said on the verge of tears. Jon wanted to cry himself. He had never seen Daenerys look or sound so small. He just wanted to hold her and never let her go.
"You did nothing wrong, My Queen," he said sincerely.
"Then why have you been ignoring me?"
"Bran told me who my parents are," he said getting straight to the point.
"And?" she asked, when it seemed like he wouldn't continue.
"Ned Stark was not my father; he was my uncle. My mother was his sister Lyanna and my father was... Rhaegar Targaryen." he said slowly, anticipating her reaction.
Daenerys didn't really understand Bran Stark's powers but she knew Jon wouldn't lie about something like that. After all, it would explain why Drogon took a liking to him... he sensed Jon's Targaryen blood.
"That means I'm..."
"You're my aunt," finished Jon.
"That's why you've been ignoring me, Jon. You don't want to be with me because we're family?" she asked, voice quavering.
"There's more," he added without actually answering her question. "According to Bran's vision, my name's not Jon Snow, it's actually Aegon Targaryen. Rhaegar never kidnapped or raped Lyanna. They loved each other. Rhaegar anulled his marriage with Elia Martell and married Lyanna. So that means..."
"You were never a bastard and you're the righful heir to the Iron Throne," finished Daenerys.
"I don't want the Iron Throne, Dany; it's yours. You've worked your whole life for it. I don't want to be King of the Seven Kingdoms. I don't even want to be King in the North. I've just been thrown into all of these leadership roles. It's not what I want," he said honestly as his eyes lingered on her growing belly.
"It's not what I want either," Daenerys said quietly. She didn't care that he called her 'Dany', even after she told him not to. If she was being honest, she quite liked the way the nickname sounded coming from his mouth.
That caught Jon by surprise.
"What do you mean, Daenerys?" Jon asked curiously.
"I mean I don't want the Iron Throne," she said more loudly.
"And what do you want?"
"A home," she answered honestly.
Before Jon could ask her what she meant by that, Daenerys continued. "Look Jon, I know you're struggling with your identity right now but you don't have to choose; you're a Stark and a Targaryen."
There she was again; Jon thought, (unknowingly) throwing his own words back at him. He said something similar to Theon a few weeks ago back at Dragonstone.
Daenerys continued. "I've always felt that with being the last Targaryen, it was my duty to my family to win back what was stolen from us. But I'm not the last Targaryen, Jon. You are the only person alive that shares my blood."
"I'm your nephew," he said flatly.
"I know and I don't care. We're Targaryens, Jon. My parents, your grandparents, were brother and sister. Targaryens aren't the only families that practiced incest. Starks married cousin to cousin, aunt to nephew, etc, too. But what I'm trying to say here Jon is that I've been shuffled from place to place all my life. The only family I knew was my cruel brother and when he died and that witch told me I was barren, I knew that House Targaryen would die with me. I thought coming to Dragonstone, the place of my birth, would fulfill the longing I had for a home. But it didn't. That was until I met you, Jon. My home is wherever you are."
The whole time Jon had been ignoring Daenerys, he did not once think of how Lyanna and Rhaegar being his parents would affect her.
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Of course Jon's parentage would affect Daenerys. Most of her life, she thought herself to be the last Targaryen. She must've felt so alone. Jon's grip on Daenerys's hand tightened.
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, Dany." he said sincerely. She didn't yell at him earlier for calling her that so he took that as meaning she didn't mind that nickname anymore. "I'm a fool for not thinking how this would affect you. Believe me, trying to avoid you this past week has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But I shouldn't have done that; I should've told you the truth as soon as possible. You deserve to know that you're not the last of your family and that you're not alone. I love you. Please forgive me," he said pleadingly.
Now it was Dany who was caught by surprise.
"What did you just say?" she asked with a smirk.
"I love you," Jon smiled back.
"I love you too, Jon... err... Aegon," Daenerys added awkwardly.
Jon frowned. "I might be a Targaryen but my name will always be Jon," he said proudly.
Dany nodded in understanding.
"Dany, there's something else I need to tell you," Jon said with a hint of a smile.
"What is it now?" she asked, feigning annoyance.
Jon let go of Dany's hand and placed his (back) on her belly as Daenerys watched him in confusion.
"Jon, what are you doing?" Daenerys asked in amusement.
"You're with child," he answered with a huge smile. "That's why you've been feeling ill and why your breasts are ginormous," he added with a small chuckle.
Daenerys's face fell. "No. Please don't joke around like that Jon. I already told you, I can't have children. The witch told me so."
"And I told you that she might not have been a reliable source of information. Dany, she probably lied to you just to scare you," Jon said reassuringly.
"I left behind a suitor in Essos when I left for Westeros and his seed did not quicken my womb" she answered, vehemently.
Jon grew jealous when he heard of another man lying with his queen but his face did not show it. "Did you think that maybe he was the one who couldn't have kids?"
"No. I did not," she answered, sounding almost hopeful. A minute passed before either of them said anything else. "Only death can pay for life", Daenerys said more to herself than to Jon.
"What?" asked Jon.
"Only death can pay for life," repeated Daenerys. "That's what the witch told me after she turned my husband into a vegetable and killed my son. I thought she was talking about the horse she sacrificed but..."
Jon had no idea what she was talking about but he dared not to interrupt his queen.
She could sense Jon's confusion. "The death of my husband, my son, and the witch paid for the lives of my three dragons. And now I think the death of..." she couldn't even say Viserion's name or else she would break down.
"You think the death of your dragon paid for the life of our child," finished Jon.
Daenerys nodded with tears in her eyes. "I've always wanted to be a mother, Jon. As you know, I have many titles but the two I embrace the most are 'Mhysa' and 'Mother of Dragons'. 'Mhysa' meaning mother in the Old Ghiscari language. But I've already lost two kids and now one of them has to be killed... again."
Jon's hand was still placed over Daenerys's belly. Dany placed her hand over his and the tears that she tried so hard to hold in, came pouring out.
"Marry me," Jon blurted out.
"What?" Daenerys asked, trying to regain her composure.
"I said 'marry me'."
"You're serious?"
"Don't tell me you haven't been thinking the same thing. What better way to solidify our alliance then with a marriage? It would officially unite the North and the South and it would also give the Northern Lords more of a reason to support you. We wouldn't have to sneak around anymore. Plus I don't want our kid to grow up a bastard," Jon added.
"Yes," answered Daenerys.
"Yes, you'll marry me?" Jon asked with a smirk.
Daenerys nodded. "I grew up thinking I was going to marry my brother. I was sold to Khal Drogo and forced to marry him. When I was in Essos, I was to wed a Meereen noble for political reasons but thankfully he was killed before the wedding could even happen. This will be the first time I will be marrying someone that I actually love," she said with a smile that immediately fell. "But Jon, I'm with child."
"And?" he asked, not sure why she seemed sad about that.
"And we're in the middle of a war. I don't want to risk the life of our child but at the same time, I can't just sit out of the war and do nothing; I need to be fighting with my people. I finally get what I've always wanted and it couldn't have been at a worst time."
Jon removed his hand from Daenerys's and stood up from the chair.
"Jon, where are you going?" Daenerys asked sadly, thinking he was going to leave her.
Jon walked over to the left side of Daenerys's bed, stripped down to his breeches and tunic, and climbed into bed with her.
"Home" he answered as he wrapped his arms protectively around her body.