Hello everyone! This is my new fanfic. It's about Jon and Daenerys mostly. The characters will be a bit different. They just have a different view on things and they can act somewhat different than you would expect. Just relax and enjoy it a bit. Leave a review and let me know what you think or if you have any requests and then i will try to put some in, if i like it. Thanks for reading and enjoy! :)

Daenerys.

She was on top of Drogon and rode him straight into the battlefield. Stark men fought the Dothraki and Unsullied. The king in the North chose battle over surrendering, and that was a mistake. This seemed like a slaughter. She needed to end all of this or there would be no one to rule over in the end. Daenerys looked for this Jon Snow while she was on Drogon. Tyrion had described to her what he looked like and that he would probably fight in the vanguard. Men and their pride.

She had ordered the Dothraki to find Jon Snow and bring him to her. And by the looks of it they found him. She saw the Dothraki running their horses in a circle around him. She could see he was trying to fight them still, but was failing at it. She made Drogon land near them. Almost everyone stopped fighting. They knew there wasn't a chance of winning for them. They all stopped and looked at her. The dragon queen. No one even tried to come near her and kill her. No one even dared. Drogon was close to her and he would stop any arrow. She knew. The Dothraki moved their horses so she could enter the circle. She walked calmly towards the King in the North. He held his sword tightly and looked confused and almost like an insane person. He was covered in blood, mud and sweat. When their eyes locked she felt something. She didn't know what it was, but she felt the need to spare him. They stared at each other for a while. Daenerys noticed he was in pain because he had his left hand on his upper leg and held it there tightly.

''Surrender, Lord Snow.'' Daenerys said coldly.

''And then what? You're going to burn my family.'' He almost laughed when he said it. ''Never. I want to keep my family and men safe.''

''Then battle was a wrong choice, my lord.'' She said almost mocking him. He looked at her and then lowered his eyes in shame. ''There will come no harm to your family. I will keep them safe.''

''And what about me?'' He asked. His voice deep.

''To be honest, I don't know yet. You claim to be a king. So you haven't given me much options when it comes to you. We shall see.'' She turned around and spoke to four of the Dothraki. They got of their horses and walked over towards Jon Snow. She could see Lord Snow wanted to fight back, but she lifted her hand in the air as sign of remaining still. ''You will do what I want you to do. Or I won't keep your family safe and then they will see fire and blood coming for them.'' Her voice strict. She noticed his posture changed and he handed over his weapon. He had a defeated look on his face. ''Bring him to the camp and give him his own tent. Put guards around it. I don't want the king in the North to flee.'' She told one of the Dothraki in Dothraki. He gave her a silent nod and they almost dragged the king in the north with them. He is still protesting, she thought. We need to watch out for him. Everyone looked at her and the dragon standing closely behind her. ''The battle is over. I won.'' She declared loudly. ''Go home to your families and wait for my return. For I will come back and then your gates will open for me, so I can have a civilized conversation with Sansa Stark now lady of Winterfell. Tell her I have her half-brother and King and that no harm will come to him, unless you fight back. I will be back soon.'' She climbed back on Drogon and flew to her camp that was luckily far from Winterfell. The unsullied would stay behind to claim Winterfell and the Dothraki would help her remain the camp. She needed to talk with Lord Snow. He needed to tell her what Sansa Stark was like and if she would give in, and about the other lords. She would need answers, and she wasn't sure if the king in the north would provide those answers so easily. If he wouldn't give her some information she would make him talk. Everyone starts talking at some point. She would need to make him comfortable. Or rather uncomfortable. Doreah taught her that men talk when they're happy. Daenerys wouldn't give herself like some whore, but she had women in her camp that would help her with that.

When she finally made it into camp she started to prepare some women to lure Jon Snow in. Men are all the same, she thought, no man would refuse a beautiful woman. Not even a king. All the women wanted to help her, but she picked two. And these two were the most beautiful in her camp. One had long black hair and she belonged to the Dothraki. With her olive skin and brown almond eyes she would definitely make Lord Snow go wild with desire. The other girl was pale as milk with golden hair and big blue eyes. When the Dothraki finally arrived with Jon Snow they put him in his tent quite brutally she noticed. The Dothraki didn't really know what subtlety was. Daenerys was curious what he would do now he was captured by the enemy. Tyrion was against the idea of taking Jon as Prisoner. It would be a great insult, he said, but Daenerys just wanted to teach them all respect, but now she really thought about it she felt almost guilty. Taking a man from his home, away from his family and men. She would never get the respect and authority she needs like this. She should have listened to Tyrion, but it was too late now. She would go with her original plan and that is to make him talk so she could deal with Sansa and not another man who thinks he's better than everyone. Daenerys spoke with the girls and then she sent them into his tent, but two minutes later they came out and walked over to Daenerys.

''What happened?'' she asked them surprised.

''He didn't want it, your grace.'' The Dothraki girl said softly.

''Why not?''

''He is badly hurt, your grace. He needs help.'' The blond girl spoke.

Daenerys thanked the girls for their help and she walked over to Jon his tent and walked straight in. She saw him lying on the bed with his hand on his left upper leg like he had back on the battle field. His eyes were closed and he was whimpering from the pain. She came closer to the bed, she put her hand on his forehead. He didn't even open his eyes when she touched him. The sweat was dripping from his face and he was still covered in mud and blood. Daenerys ordered the Dothraki outside her tent to get her maester. After some time an old man came inside the tent and greeted her. Then he walked directly to Jon. The maester took a knife and cut open Jon his trousers so his upper leg would be shown.

''The wound is deep, your grace. I need to clean it and then stitch it.'' The maester explained while he was digging in Jon's wound with his fingers. She heard Jon winch at every poke, but he kept his body still.

''Do what must be done.'' Daenerys spoke gently.

''I'll go get my things.'' The maester left the tent and Jon and Daenerys were alone again. She didn't know what to do. Strangely enough she wanted to comfort him, because she could see he was suffering. She walked towards him and put her hand on his forehead again. He startled a bit and his eyes opened briefly and then closed again.

''Ygritte…'' he whispered.

Daenerys heard him say something and went to sit on her knees next to the bed. She touched his black curly hair. She tried to comfort him she told herself, but when she was so close to his face she could see how handsome he was. There we tiny scars on his face and she gently stroked over them as well. The maester entered the tent and she stood up and got away from him. She watched as he maester started to clean the wound. Jon was biting in his pillow and put a hand over his head.

''Almost done.'' The maester said. ''Just need to stitch it up and put some herbs over it.''

''Do it quickly then.'' She heard Jon's hoarse voice say.

''I'll do my best.''

When it was finally done Jon seemed to be exhausted. He immediately fell asleep. Daenerys couldn't help but smile at the sight of it.

''Will he make it?'' she asked the maester.

''He will be alright. Just give him time.''

Daenerys nodded at him and he left. It was just her and Jon again. When she walked over to the opening of the tent to leave she heard him say something. She stepped towards him and went to sit on her knees again.

''Did you say something, Lord Snow?'' Daenerys asked him not unkind.

''Why did you help me?'' His question was sincere and she didn't really know why she helped him. He just seemed to need it and she could provide it.

''A death prisoner is no use to me.'' She said coldly. She didn't want to show any emotion or interest in him. That would make him suspicious. He just laughed a bit at her answer. It sounded sweet to her ears.

''I don't believe your that cruel.'' He said. He kept falling away. She was a bit abashed by what he said and she immediately stood up straight and walked towards the opening of the tent.

''Just try to get some rest, Jon Snow.'' She said and she walked away.