A/N: This is a, primarily, Jon/Dany focused fic with plenty of other surrounding/related action. Other implied ships include: Tyrion/Sansa, Arya/Gendry, and Jaime/Brienne. The fic is show canon-compliant with some book references. It starts off during Season 7 Episode 7 "The Dragon and the Wolf". First time writer, by the way. Reviews and comments are highly welcomed and greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy it.

Jon Snow I

The King in the North – Warden of the North now really – hurried down Dragonstone's wide spiral staircase to catch up with his most trusted advisor Ser Davos Seaworth who has become sort of a father figure to Jon Snow as of late – ever since that fateful night at Castle Black when the Onion Knight had believed so much in the Bastard of Winterfell to find him to be too good for death. And so, had implored the Red Woman, who he already had massive reservations of, to bring the Lord Commander back from the dead.

Jon passed the ledge where he had had his first one-on-one conversation with the Dragon Queen. The sun had been setting and the dragons were flying overhead. He had noticed that her hair glowed even brighter here outside than in the dim lit throne room. And while her voice maintained its regality, it was a tad softer when they spoke. Then, she took a leap of faith and allowed him to mine the dragonglass on her island.

Was that the moment I started falling for her? He didn't know. Or was it when she threw his own words to Mance Rayder back at him? Or was it when he saw her fiery passion determined to fight on the front lines with her men? Or was it when he saw her eyes silently pleading him not to go on that suicide mission beyond the Wall? Or was it when she rode in with her dragons and saved the foolish mission she had doubted from the first?

It does not matter anymore. For when he took her hand in his, he knew that she had felt it, too. She had squeezed back, taken his own hand in hers later, and rubbed little circles on it with her thumb. She had fought herself not to give in and left him to rest.

"Everything alright?" Davos asked genuinely about Theon Greyjoy – who had just requested a private audience with his King – without seeming to pry when Jon fell into step next to him.

"We're looking ahead," Jon responded plainly.

"Will the Greyjoys join us on the voyage North?" His advisor now asked from a strategic standpoint.

"No. Not yet, anyway." He paused. "Theon will try to rescue his sister," he explained.

"From his uncle?!" Davos now asked rhetorically knowing the answer already. He was concerned for the young man. In the few times he had seen Theon, he seemed like a good lad; but, rather troubled and often drifted off into his own. Obviously, unable to reconcile with his own demons.

They stayed silent until reaching the sands on the beach. Davos looked at the black and red Targaryen sails on the Silver Queen and said: "The Queen's advisors aren't too pleased she's sailing North. Ser Jorah, especially".

"It's the right thing to do," Jon did not want to get into it again. It was the better political option. What would be a better first impression of Daenerys for the Northern Lords? Flying in on top of beasts – as gorgeous as they may be – not seen in hundreds of years or riding in next to their chosen leader united as allies?

Am I still their chosen leader though after bending the knee? As much as Jon knew that bending the knee to Daenerys – with her armies, dragons, claim to the throne, and above all her compassion and determination – is the best course for saving his people, for saving the entire realm in fact, he worried about the Northerners. They'd see her for what she is, he had assured her – and himself. But, he still worried. Their pride and stubbornness often got the better part of them.

And as if on cue, Davos interjected his thoughts: "Like you did at the Dragonpit?" with a tinge of sarcasm not lost on Jon.

"I knew you weren't gonna let that go," Jon exclaimed.

"You love her, don't you?"

Jon remained silent and looked out to the sea.

That was enough of an answer for Davos. "I'll take that as a 'yes', then". He sighed saying: "Your sister is not gonna like that".

Jon almost cut him off: "I know!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jon saw a glimpse of Lady Brienne and her squire Podrick Payne coming towards them. "Could you get Gendry from the mines?" He asked in more of a command to dismiss the old man.

Davos turned towards the dragonglass cave and nodded "My Lady" to Brienne as she and Podrick reached Jon.

"Good morning, Your Grace" Brienne said with a bow, which Podrick followed clumsily.

"No need to call me that anymore," Jon quickly responded.

She obliged: "Very well, my Lord".

Brienne of Tarth was, after all, a loyal servant of House Stark. And so, it had been agreed after the decision that the Dothraki would ride hard on the King's Road that Brienne would accompany them into the North as a representative of its ruling house. They would set up camp at the rendezvous point with the royal party and the Unsullied who would march from White Harbor carrying stockpiles of dragonglass and the already forged weapons.

Now, Jon reached inside his cloak and took out a rather big scroll sealed with the direwolf sigil of House Stark. He handed it over to her saying: "A letter to Sansa. There's only so much I can explain in a raven".

"Understandable, Your Gr-my Lord," Brienne stuttered for a moment.

Jon noticed Davos and Gendry approaching and continued: "That there is Gendry Waters, a talented blacksmith and battle-tested beyond the Wall. He's worked the dragonglass mines here and I'd like you to escort him to Winterfell as soon as the Dothraki set up camp".

"Yes, my Lord," she got it right this time.

"Also, I don't like leaving Sansa alone with Littlefinger for too long," he added.

"Neither do I," Brienne agreed, "but, the Lady Arya is able of protecting her".

Jon raised his brows to the woman towering him to which she responded: "She's rather skilled with a peculiar skinny blade".

She kept Needle.

A wide grin suddenly covered Jon's face as he noticed Podrick trying to contain a giggle and Brienne shooting him a side look.

Gendry, then, arrived next to Davos and took Jon out of his thoughts by saying: "Good morning, Your Grace".

Jon sighed, almost rolled his eyes, and decided that he could not correct everyone all the time.

He turned to the young man: "Gendry, this is Lady Brienne of Tarth, she's sworn shield to my sisters Sansa and Arya". He noticed the blacksmith gulping but kept going: "You're to go with her. She's accompanying the Dorthraki on the King's Road after which you'll ride on with her to Winterfell. Take as much dragonglass as you can carry on the road and start forging weapons out of it. We'll carry the already forged weapons and the rest of the glass with us".

Gendry nodded with a newfound focus.

Jon almost turned around before remembering: "Make sure you acquaint yourself with the Dothraki Arakh. They'll need it atop their horses". He paused; then, said: "Now, I must bid you all farewell. I look forward to seeing you again at Winterfell".

He turned towards the ship and as he and Ser Davos walked together again, he overheard Podrick utter his first full sentence of the day: "So, whose bastard are you?"

Gendry responded: "Robert Baratheon's".