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Chapter One

Jon

It had been nothing short of a nightmare since Daenerys Targaryen had ascended the Iron Throne. This incredibly beautiful woman, with dragons at her back, had helped him and the Night's Watch defeat the white walkers and the Night's King. Both of them on the backs of dragons had eradicated their foes and saved the entire realm. They went through all Seven Kingdoms, saving the helpless and killing anyone in their path that was trying to prevent the Mother of Dragon's destiny.

Daenerys was hailed as the savior of the realm and was practically a goddess amongst the common folk. They worshipped her every step and her every word.

They worshipped everything but her womanhood.

A majority of the aristocracy and High Sparrow—who she needed to back her at the beginning of her new reign in order to prevent further loss of lives and for war to not break out again—hated her and everything she stood for. Many feared another Queen Cersei, or another Mad King. She had certainly proven bloodthirsty in her take over, and now it was time for her to prove her kindness, morality, and ability to rule.

Shortly after having the crown placed upon her head, she attempted to persuade His High Holiness and his flock that it was a new era, a time where women could reign and be in positions of power like never before. The High Sparrow immediately fired back that the Seven Pointed Star stated that a woman could not rule without a man by her side. A woman was weak, full of wicked desires, and easily corrupted because of those inappropriate yearnings. Daenerys had fumed at him and the religion for almost a sennight, so angry that she was nearly unapproachable.

Jon, still very new in his role of prince, debated with her on her best options. Both of them had no problem destroying the Great Sept of Baelor and the New Gods, as neither of them worshipped those gods. Unfortunately, a majority of the kingdom did—and that would cause a revolt of untold proportions. That was something that neither of them wished. They wanted to unite the people and do whatever it took to make them happy so that they could begin repairing the damage that had been done for so many years.

Honestly, sometimes it didn't matter if you had dragons or not.


Jon

Jon had been watching the thick snow falling outside of the window he was sitting next to for over an hour, more or less not thinking of anything. He was at peace for one of the few times he'd had since being at King's Landing. The horrors of the war were gone for that moment, not haunting his every step. It was dark out, and the moon could be seen peeking through the clouds and snow. It was calming.

He heard movement behind him, and he knew it was Daenerys. It had been a month or so since she had been crowned and had crowned him in turn, and the unrest was palpable in the city. She was being pressured daily to either step down to make Jon king or to marry someone of an appropriate stature. The Faith Militant surrounded the palace and controlled the city. The Unsullied were the only thing keeping them safe at this point. The temptation to use the dragons to do their will was mounting, but they were trying to avoid it.

"Jon."

He turned and stared. Sometimes it hurt to look at her, she was so stunning. She was truly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her long silvery hair was tousled and she was dressed in an oversized dressing gown of red and black. The flames of the nearby fire were the only things illuminating her silhouette and it almost made her look like she was burning with the shadows flickering the way they were. He noticed that her feet were bare and her toes were curled against the cold marble floor.

He sat up straight. This was the first time he had ever seen her not looking perfect or covered in blood from war. This was her being vulnerable, clearly having come to him from her own bedchamber next door.

She walked closer to him, but he remained sitting. She had joked with him several times about how short she felt standing next to him. With him sitting, she was taller than him for once. She smiled softly and stroked his thick curls affectionately for a moment before she dropped her hand.

"Marry me, Jon."

He fought the urge to recoil from her.

How had he not seen this coming? That this wouldn't be an actual, viable option for her? Even realistically, her only option? In what part of his brain, did he actually ever think for a moment that as a prince, he could marry for love? That he could have free choices, that life would be easy now? It was only harder and full of even more complications than ever before. It made him desperately miss the Wall.

He didn't really have any options. His duty was clear. He felt his heart shudder weakly in his chest.

Jon Stark Targaryen, the First of His Name, Prince of Meereen, Prince of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and Dragonstone, Khalakka of the Great Grass Sea and Heir to Dragons, nearly fell when he went to his knee in front of Daenerys and took her hand. He could feel her fingers trembling against his palm, and knew that she didn't want to do this either.

"I would be honored, my queen."


Jon

He was getting married.

To his aunt, no less.

He felt his stomach roll uncomfortably as they made preparations. The amount of paperwork that had to be signed was overwhelming. He wasn't even really paying attention to what he was signing any longer. Dany just shoved it his way, gave a brief explanation and he scrawled his signature. It mostly had to do with what his limitations of power would be once he was king of the Seven Kingdoms and other various territories. He was, essentially, going to remain with what power he had as a prince, but have the title of king. Dany would be the face and the power of the empire, not him. He was her consort, to produce children with the Targaryen bloodline—not her true king—in every sense of the word.

Jon couldn't even say that he felt slighted. He didn't want this; his whole world had been turned upside down from the moment it was discovered who he was. Daenerys was wonderful, she truly was, but he didn't love her. He didn't even feel an attraction toward her that way. It kept him awake every night knowing that he was going to have to bed her, someone he really didn't know and wasn't attracted to physically. He'd barely known Ygritte, but he'd instantly had some kind of fascination with the woman and it had grown into an immature love. Maybe his future relationship with Dany could have the same thing. Maybe he could grow to love her.

He signed his name again. Her voice was tuned out at this point. Missandei and Tyrion stood nearby, handing their queen the paperwork one by one, chatting quietly with her. He also did not hear those words.

He missed Val desperately at that moment. His throat tightened as he pictured her red lips smiling at him one last time. The way she had clutched him to her in her final moments and told him that she loved him and hoped that he would miss her fucking him into oblivion. The choked laugh that he had released was the last thing that she heard and the tears pouring down his face were the last things that she had seen.

Jon stood abruptly, knocking over the chair he had been sitting in. Instantly Ser Barristan and several Unsullied stood at attention and their hands went to their weapons at the unknown threat. His hand did the same with the sword at his side, but it was more of an instinct than anything else.

He drew in a deep, shuddering breath when they stared at him warily. The look on his face clearly alarmed his future wife when he caught her amethyst orbs. She stood and placed her hand gently on his arm. "We can be done for now. Let us retire to your chamber for a bit."

The relief he felt that she did not ask any questions was palpable. Her arm found its way through his and he felt oddly calmed by her caring touch. His heart still pounded but his anxious breathing slowed. Her small guard escorted them quickly through the candlelit halls towards the direction of the numerous royal family chambers. Two guards stood outside the thickly carved doors that traditionally belonged to the queen, and without so much as a gesture, they were both opened. Inside the palatial space, two maids were just starting to set the table for their evening meal. Dany waved away the guards and Ser Barristan, who bowed and left them in privacy. The maids went to retrieve the food. They were alone within a matter of moments.

Jon disengaged himself from her and went to sit by the floor to ceiling window he was fond of. He heard a light clicking noise against the marble floor and unceremoniously lifted his arm for Ghost to insert himself against his body. The direwolf allowed Jon to bury his face in his fur, and he fought the urge to fist his fingers in it and scream. Instead, he drew several short, panicked breaths and tried to forget the unbearable memories that kept coming back.

Ghost was the biggest source of comfort he'd had since leaving the Wall. Since all of the killing, needless death, the years of war and his own death and resurrection, he'd felt slightly unstable. Not to the point where he would go on a murdering rampage, but to the point where he highly appreciated the calming presence his friend offered. The massive creature was something that he could place his full trust in and he knew that Ghost would never fail him in anything. He would always be there. Always.

He sucked in a few deep breaths and felt his heart calm. This animal that had saved his life more times than he could count was one of the few things left in his life that he could love and care for. Ghost undoubtedly felt the same, since all of his brothers and sisters were gone in one way or another.

He saw Dany approach them out of the corner of his eye. For such a small woman, she really was fearless. Jon figured the reason why the direwolf liked her at all was because she didn't really care how dangerous and lethal he was. She had three dragons, the most deadly things in the world, and had tamed them and was training them nearly every day. Ghost was nothing to her in terms of danger.

It probably helped that she had also personally saved Ghost's life when they had been fighting beyond the Wall.

The wolf let out a low whine and bumped his nose against Dany's shoulder as she raised her arms and rubbed her fingers over his soft ears. She lifted her gaze to look into his red eyes, not quite eye level with Ghost's mouth, and Jon felt a brief second of fear that he would bite her for taking such liberties with him. But instead, to his shock, he licked her face. Dany sputtered in shock and then laughed, and then he chuckled as well, having never seen Ghost do such a thing to anyone but him.

The direwolf pressed forward just the slightest bit and she fell on her behind, making them laugh some more. Almost as if knowing that his action had caused much needed happiness, he followed the fallen woman and licked her some more. Dany was trying to fight him off and was laughing uncontrollably at the same time. Jon finally pulled him off her, scolding the direwolf for making the queen fall inelegantly onto her bottom. He didn't really have any heat in it, as he was still amused by Ghost's actions and Dany's reaction. To see this creature taller than his future wife playing with her was quite the sight and made his heart warm.

He helped her up off the floor and she giggled a few times as she straightened her warm winter dress of white lambswool. Ghost sat next to them, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, watching them. Jon patted his head and thanked him silently for bringing him a moment of joy he desperately needed. He was sure that Dany needed it too.

The dinner was delivered shortly after that and they ate in relative silence. It wasn't until Jon was sipping his wine and done picking at his meal that Daenerys cleared her throat quietly and gazed at him with her big eyes. She looked uncomfortable.

He suddenly didn't want to be there. He took a big gulp of his wine.

"Jon...it has been a moon since we became engaged. In a fortnight we shall be married. You have been very quiet and withdrawn. It is my duty as your future wife and queen to...make you happy. You will be my third husband. I want to do everything to make sure that everything turns out right with this. I care about you. Please, tell me what I can do to make you happy."

He stared at her, trying to ascertain what she was getting at. Why did she mention her dead husbands? He also knew that she'd had lovers before as well, both male and female. They had spoken about their past partners while they had been campaigning near Casterly Rock. After they had more or less destroyed the direct line of Lannisters, leaving only Tyrion, they'd had time to themselves to drink and have a bit of fun talking about their bygone days.

His eyes widened when he realized what she might be talking about.

"Are you...are you suggesting..."

She looked at him firmly, the Valyrian steel in her spine rearing its head. He felt his stomach churn. "I am suggesting whatever you want me to suggest, Prince Jon. You will be my husband and my king in a fortnight. If we were to lie together, a few days would not matter. Neither of us are virgins. There will not be blood upon my sheets for the realm to observe. We do not have any unclear notions of what will occur. We know how it works and what comes of it. It would be for pleasure. It could be...fun."

Jon stared at her and tried to think of what to say without sounding like a fool. He didn't want to insult her. She was queen after all, and his future wife. It was so hard for him to think of her in a sexual manner. He had tried undressing her in his mind multiple times, or even dreaming of what her skin would feel or smell like. He wanted to say what was holding him back was the fact that she was his near relation, but he wasn't sure. Targaryens had been wedding brother to sister for generations. Even the Stark's did at times. Dany's parents were brother and sister. She was the product of incest, and their children would be as well.

Perhaps it was honor that dictated that he should wait until his wedding night?

He was honestly just trying to tell himself that those were the problems. He knew it was something else entirely.

He stood, shoving his chair out of the way in his haste to give himself some room to think. Ghost, laying near the fire, sat up and watched him with his crimson eyes as he retreated to his window. It was snowing heavily and he could barely see anything beyond a few feet.

Jon clutched his sword at his side and mentally begged his friend for some type of distraction to cease his current predicament. When the direwolf sat up and walked towards him, he nearly sagged with relief.

Then Ghost walked past him.

Jon's eyes followed his direction and scowled darkly when he saw it was towards his bedchamber. He used his giant paw to open the cracked door and slipped inside.

Traitor.

Dany had left the table and was standing near him. She looked confident and lovely, like she always did.

"Would you just prefer to wait until our wedding night?" she asked serenely, her hands held together in front of her, her violet eyes watching him closely.

He stared at her for a few brief moments, trying to decide what he should do. It was inevitable that it was going to happen. It had to happen. One day he would be watching their child growing in her belly, and he felt his chest constrict at the thought of that child. It made him think of everything that had to happen to create that child...and he knew.

His next few steps had her against him and his mouth on hers. She had to stand on the tips of her toes, and his arms nearly lifted her off the floor. Her lips parted for him, and the feeling of their tongues coming together had his cock stiffening instantly. She moaned and rubbed herself against the hardness she felt, gripping his hair in her fingers to bring herself closer to him.

His hands left her back to cup her bottom, lifting her higher in his arms. Her legs struggled for a moment to wrap around him because of her dress, but she quickly let go of him and unceremoniously yanked it upwards. In the next moment her legs were wound tightly around him, her body flush against his. Her fingers found his hair once more and clung tightly, and he felt her shudder as their kiss deepened.

This kiss was different than the kisses he had shared in the past. With Ygritte he had been completely inexperienced and shy. She had taught him what she had known, but she wasn't the best of instructors or terribly experienced herself. Their kisses had been wet and sloppy and often awkward.

Val...her kisses had been nearly violent and full of the need to control him. They had been enough to make his lips, tongue, and sometimes even his teeth bleed from the force she applied. But even through the savagery of her mouth, there had been a fierce desire that he had not experienced with Ygritte.

This kiss was a combination of both. It was firm, both of them trying to claim each other, but it didn't hurt. Her taste was of wine and the lemon cake she had eaten after her meal, making her curiously sweet. The taste of the wildling women had had always either been metallic or bitter, more than likely because of their diets than anything. But Dany's mouth tasted delicious, and he found himself kissing her in such a way that he nearly wanted to eat her. This was an act he had always liked, but he knew without much thought that he would love kissing this woman.

When she yanked her mouth away, his lips went to her neck. She gasped and tugged at his hair, as if wanting him to stop, so he lifted his eyes to meet hers. They were both breathing heavily and clutching at each other, and out of nowhere, they both laughed and leaned their foreheads against each other, smiling.

"Let's go to your chambers, my khalakka," she whispered breathlessly, peppering him with more kisses.

He looked down at her lips and saw how bruised and plump they looked already. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was coming out of its intricate braids. She was beautiful beyond tell.

He picked her up like she was a doll, making her squeal at the sudden, unexpected movement. It clearly delighted her to be handled in such a way, and he didn't hesitate to run towards the bedchamber.

Once they were in his private chambers he kicked the door shut behind him. The only light was the fire burning in the hearth, casting flickering shadows about the room. Ghost was curled up on the large rug, facing the flames, probably feigning sleep. The bed loomed before him, with her still clinging to him. He caught her eyes once more before he took several long strides towards the enormous entity that was his bed and tossed her upon its surface.

The wild look on her face at the gesture had him ripping off his sword and throwing it in a corner somewhere. At the sound of the loud clang, she began quickly pulling at her dress, much more violently than he would have thought of her. At the sound of cloth tearing, his mind nearly went blank with lust.

His clothes were gone within moments. He honestly couldn't remember ever undressing so quickly. By the time he was naked, Daenerys was still struggling with the ties on her back. She didn't notice his presence until he was in front of her, turning her around so abruptly she gasped. He saw where the sound of the ripping had come from, where she had tried to undo the laces but hadn't been able to. His fingers were not experienced with this manner of female dress, but he managed quickly enough. Once the ties were undone and she stood, it cascaded down her body, catching briefly on her round hips before it fell gracefully to the floor.

She was turned away from him still, her hair tumbling down her back. Her silk smallclothes were being peeled down before his eyes, and he watched as her curved hips and ass were bared before him.

He nearly choked when she turned around. Her hand lifted to her mouth to hide a smile, more than likely because of his reaction. He fidgeted on the spot as she struggled not to giggle, and then her eyes went down.

The sight of her eyes going wide made him laugh outright. She pursed her lips for a moment, but then ended up laughing with him.

"This is entirely too awkward. I don't think I've ever done something as silly as what we are doing right now," she said, moving into his arms with a delightful smirk on her face. Smiling down at her, he closed his eyes at the feeling of her breasts pressing softly against his stomach. He'd never been with a woman as short as her, or as slight for that matter, but it made him think of several possibilities that definitely brought his blood back to boiling.

She must have noticed the change in his demeanor, because she began caressing his chest. She was silent for several long moments, just touching him, when she said, "You are very beautiful, Jon."

He opened his eyes and cocked his eyebrow at her. He had never been referred to as "beautiful" before, usually the opposite. The few women that had been in his life had been exceedingly gruff and violent and cared little for looks, and more about what was between his legs and what he was capable of in that area. It was also over a year since he had last lain with a woman, and he had grown significantly since he was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. In the two years since he had been reborn, he imagined that other things had changed about him, such as growing out of his awkward, lanky, boy's body. His face was not as long and somber looking as it had once been. He'd been by Daenerys's side for nearly those whole two years, and she herself had also grown an inch or two and changed.

He chuckled as he tucked her long hair behind her ear to get a clearer look at her slender face. She was staring up at him, studying his features. Her purple eyes looked nearly black in the flickering light, but it did not matter.

"You're the one that is beautiful. Truly beautiful, in every way that could ever exist," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her cheek to cup the back of her neck. He felt her quiver against him as she closed her eyes, enjoying his light touch.

They kissed languidly for several long moments, wrapping their arms around each other and enjoying the sensation of their skin touching for the first time in such a way. He loved how soft she was, not as obviously muscular as the other women in his life had been. He could tell there was a strength about her, especially in her legs and arms, which she used to control the dragons she rode, but she was definitely of a delicate variety that he had never known before. Every inch of her was smooth and supple, not hard. She moaned at his exploratory touch, a musical sound to his ears.

When he lifted her into his arms once more, she did not release his mouth. Their tongues dueled as they collapsed upon the bed, both shoving the coverlets and furs down away from them so they could not become tangled within them later. It was honestly the first time Jon had ever fucked in a bed, and the new sensation was something unnatural to him, but comforting. Not having his knees or back pressed into ice or dirt was gratifying in of itself.

He pulled away from her lips long enough to shift his position, and became dumbfounded at the sight of the woman beneath him. Her silvery hair was spread around her, changing color intermittently from the flickering flames, her eyes hooded and her cheeks flushed. Her lips were parted and blood red—

A horrible sensation seized inside his chest as the face and body below him morphed into another. It only took a mere second for him to cry out in horror at the sight of the woman he had loved lying dead, staring sightlessly with a large wound in her chest and blood dripping from her mouth.

He flung himself away from the mummer's farce of a woman, knowing in his head it was not real, but unable to comprehend it at the same time. He heard Ghost bolt upright and jump onto the bed, shaking the enormous structure that kings and queens of many generations had slept and been born in. He felt a moment of fear that the direwolf would defend him against the woman behind him, but when he felt her press herself against his back and his friend allowed it, he knew that Ghost was smart enough to understand that Daenerys had not hurt him in any way.

She began crooning soft, consoling words that sounded like nonsense into his ear, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and squeezing tightly. He trembled against her fierce hold, the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes, fighting the vision that kept wanting to appear before him.

She kept her hold on him, rocking him just the slightest bit. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his back and the feeling was strangely soothing to him.

She continued speaking, but her words did not make sense. He knew after a few moments of listening closely that she was speaking in another language—one that was gentle, lilting, calming. He thought perhaps it was High Valyrian, a dialect he was only beginning to learn.

They stayed like that for an unknown length of time, until his shudders were only mildly intermittent. She was stroking his hair and skin, no longer speaking. They were quiet, only the sound of their breathing and the fire crackling every so often reaching his ears. He was clinging to her arms wrapped around him, with Ghost lying next to them, as if guarding them from danger.

When he felt strong enough to turn to her, he saw where she had been looking the entire time that she had been holding him.

The dark corner where he had flung his sword in the heat of the moment, where a faint glow could be seen, pulsing gently like a nearly hidden flame.


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