Hello everyone. I've been wanting to write this story for awhile but never got around to writing it until now.

Missandei is one of my favorites. At first I thought why not Sansa and Jon but then I noticed there isn't many Missandei stories so I was like why not.

Pairings: Missandei/Jon Jon/Sansa(slightly) Jon/Dany Grey Worm/Missandei.

Rated M: Strong sexual content

Summary: "You're the only person I trust with this task Missandei" Her eyes widen in shock, she couldn't believe what her Queen is asking of her. "You will lay with Jon and conceive the heir to Westeros." Missandei suddenly felt sick to her stomach.


"Absolutely not!"

"This is the only way!"

"How can you say that Daenerys? She's my sister—"

"She's your cousin—"

"And you're my aunt!l Jon replied threw gritted teeth.

The dragon Queen simply glared at him. She sighed with a small shake of her head. She understood this was hard for him to grasp but this was the only way to insure an Heir to the throne.

"You know I cannot have children Jon...we've tried and I have failed you..." her voice shaking, fighting back tears. Jon made a motion to grab at her, she shook her head and took several steps back, gathering her thoughts. Two years passed since the final war against the Night King. It was a hard war, many lives were lost, half of Westeros destroyed by the army of the dead. The Night king was defeated. Daenerys didn't believe in Gods but that day she thanked both the old and new God when Jon pierced the Night King's heart. It was after his defeat the dragon Queen took her rightful place as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. There was no one left to Challenge her reign.

Even now the Kingdom was still rebuilding from its loss. Some were still in shock at the realization of the dead coming to life. And right now she knew the Kingdom needed a heir to preserve the peace she fought so hard for.

"This is the only way Jon..."

Jon frowned deeply. "I will not lay with Sansa, Daenerys!" This time when he reached for her she didn't pull away. "We will keep trying until we have a child Dany."

She wanted to believe him but she knew her body would no longer conceive a child. She lost two already. The first stillborn—her son. He looked so much like Jon with his dark hair. She cried begging he'd open his eyes so she could see him, nothing he laid still and dead in her arms. The second most recent, didn't make it berely passed her second month before a miscarriage.

Unconsciously, she rested her hand on her now flat stomach. "Sansa is high born she is worthy of this task."

Jon shook his head her in disbelief. 'Sansa has been through enough I will not put her through that again. I will not dishonor nor humiliate her—"

"—I am your Queen!—"

"—And I am your King—" he spat back equally as frustrated.

She glared at him with a heated expression. Rage in her eyes.

There was a few who knew of Jon's true lineage. It's was difficult for Jon to come to terms he was actually a Targaryen—the rightful heir to the throne. All his life all he wanted to be was a Stark. It felt someone came and knocked the wind right out of him with this trust. Finding out the man whom he called father lied to protect him. Even now learning the truth he still refused to take the throne, all he wanted to do was rule the north.

And then there was Daenerys, the woman he love who happened to also be his aunt. He clearly remember having to hold on to Sam when he realized they're related. However, no amount of truth would have kept him away from her. Jon was drawn to hen like a moth to a light.

"If not Sansa who then Jon..." she said softly having calm down. Arguing would get them nowhere and knowing Jon he was as stubborn as her Dragons.

"The Kingdom doesn't need an heir now what it needs is its Queen..."

Suddenly, as if she been struck grabbed the front of Jon black leather shirt.

"Missandei!" She exclaimed!

"What?" He replied confused.

"She's the only person I can trust with this task—the only one I fully trust."

Jon stared at her dumbfounded. She possibly couldn't be serious?

"Do you hear yourself? You're suggesting I lay with another woman to produce an heir?" He grasp her shoulders and shook her slightly, desperately wanting to shake some sense into her.

The dragon Queen pushes back from him, back straight chin up. "You swore you would serve me, as your Queen my word is law. I will hear no more disagreements on this matter Jon. You will lay with Missandei to produce an heir. Our bloodline will continue to rule Westeros as it is alway meant to be." Her voice was blunt and cold leaving no room to argue.

If it were possible Jon's jaw would have been on the floor. Daenerys kept her composure understand his hard glare and tried not to flinch when he clenched his jaw, fist balled up at his sides.

"If that is what your wish my Queen..." His tone cold as Winter.

She made no move to stop him when he swiftly brushed passed her slamming the door in the process.

Daenerys let out a deep breath of air she didn't know she was holding in. Her eyes were shut tightly, desperately holding back her tears but to no avail.

Jon was furious his blood boiling like dragon fire. He wanted to punch something. If he were a dragon he'd be breathing fire right now. He stalked away aimlessly in the dimly lit hallway in the red keep. Jon was now convinced Daenerys is going mad, in her greif suggest insanity. He would never lay with no other woman but her. It hurt him when he lost both of his children. No words could explain the hurt he felt. But to suggest he create another child with another women just for the sake of the kingdom. To hell with Kings landing to hell with the south!

Somehow, Jon found himself walking towards the balcony at the end of the many halls in the red keep. Jon froze mid step suddenly realizing who was standing there, back turnt looking over the sea.

As if sensing eyes on her Missandei turned to face him, surprised expression on her face, quickly she recovered with a small smile.

"Your grace..." she greeted in a soft tone with a slightly bow of her head.

Jon stared at her as if for the time. She wore a light blue silk sleeveless dress that crossed at the neck. She dark curly hair hang slightly passed her shoulders.

Jon nodded slightly. Not entirely sure what to say to her. He was in her company many times and this was the first he felt nervous and unease.

"Your grace you look flushed...are you unwell?" She said looking at him with confused and concerned eyes.

Jon shook his head. "No...I'm alright..." He replied. "Why are you up at this hour, the whole castle is asleep..?" He asked quickly changing the subject.

She blinked, caught off guard by the quick question. "I like to come here when I can't sleep?"

Jon noticed the change in her tone but said nothing. It didn't take much to realize she was most likely thinking about Grey Worm.

"I did not mean to disturb you—"

"—of course not your grace."

Their eyes met for a brief moment before Jon quickly looked away. "Good night lady Missandei..." Jon said a little too quickly.

Missandei watches as he turn and leaves. The sound of his shoes slowly fading.


I hope you guys like it. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. But no flames, because I will clap back at your ass. Anyways until next time.