Hi all and welcome to my story. Dany and Jon reign as King and Queen of Westeroes and this story is going to be about their reign. Follow for updates and be sure to leave reviews.

Chapter 1

Dany squezzed Jon's hand tight as she was met with yet another agonising contraction. She clenched her teeth as she distributed through the pain. This was not the first time she had given birth but she hardly remembered it being this painful.

"You're doing wonderful my Queen, soon it will be time to push." the midwife announced.

Dany breathed heavily as she looked into Jon's concerned eyes looking down at the drenched bedding where Dany was in position to give birth who came to meet hers. He gave her a small smile and kissed her hand that was clutched in his. Jon had never experienced anything such as this. Dany could see he was nervous, nervous to meet his child yet eager at the same time, as was she. She would have a Northern child, a dragon-wolf babe with almost pure Targaryen blood. Although Jon and herself had discussed on many occasions which Household name the child would belong to, they came to the conclusion that no matter what, Jon would always be a Stark, and so would his child.

"Alright my Queen, it is safe to push now." the midwife said. Though exhausted Dany pushed with all she had, feeling her babe's head force it's way to her entrance. She grunted in pain then paused breathing heavily.

"Very good your grace, I can see the head." the midwife said. Jon and Dany squeezed eachother's hands tightly as Dany pushed again. and again. and again until Dany sighed in relief as the babe was born squealing as it was bundled up, cleaned and wrapped in a blanket by the midwife. Jon kissed Dany's lips feeling proud of his wife as they listened to the cries of their newborn. The midwife beamed at the perfect child as she presented it to Jon.

"A perfect and healthy baby boy." the midwife said holding the babe to Jon. Jon stood and held the tiny babe in his arms. He smiled and kissed his forehead. He was the spitting image of Jon. He had a small patch of raven coloured hair on his head, dark grey eyes and had all the beauty of his mother the same. Jon brought the babe to Dany who was tearfully smiling as she watched Jon bond with their child. A perfect moment.

"He's beautiful." Jon said in glee as he knelt to place the child in Dany's arms.

"He looks just like you." Dany said happily cradling the babe. She brought him to her breast to feed, she and Jon never taking their eyes off of their perfect little creation.

"What will be his name?" the Maester asked as he stood in the corner observing and documenting.

"Eddard. Eddard Targaryen-Stark." Jon said. Dany looked up at him surprised.

"Well... he is a part of you too isn't he? He should have both our names."

Dany smiled and tilted her head up to kiss him feeling so much love for Jon. Nothing, nothing could ever ruin this perfect moment.

knock knock knock

Both Jon and Dany looked at the door with concern. They both knew only something very important would disturb this moment. Jon feeling frustrated clasped Dany's hand, smiled at her and their baby then headed towards the door.

He opened it peaking out to see who it was. There stood Varys who Jon had known to have run up the three flights of stairs from the rough pants he was breathing.

"What is it?" Jon asked.

"I'm so sorry to have disturbed you your grace but this is a concern of the upmost importance, you must come with me." Varys said eyes wide. Jon instantly knew something had happened.

"Give me one moment." Jon said shutting the door. He walked over to Daenerys who looked at him with worry.

"What is it?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure but I need to go somewhere with Varys. I promise you I will be right back." Jon said leaning down to kiss her lips. He placed his hand behind his son's head who was joyfully feeding and kissed his head as well. Jon gave Dany a last reassuring look and walked out to meet Varys.

"What could be more important than the birth of my son?" Jon asked as the two of them stood outside the doorway.

"On that I wish you my fullest congratulations, long may he reign and I am positive nothing could be more important then the birth of the heir to the Seven Kingdoms, but you must come with me your grace." Varys said already leading the way. Jon sighed and reluctantly followed. After many twists and turns and long flight of stairs they finally reached the dungeons.

"Why are you leading me to the dungeons?" Jon asked Varys confused. As they walked along many cells with only few prisoners they came to a halt at the most secured cell where Jon saw a lifeless body laying still in a pool of blood.

"Cersei Lannister?" Jon questioned feeling very shocked and confused. "But how..." Jon was cut off by the squeal of a babe much like his own child's cry he had heard only moments ago. A woman emerged from the shadowy corner holding the tiny whimpering child in her arms, the newborn child of Cersei and Jaime Lannister.

Authors Note: Hi all I hope you liked the first chapter of my story. Follow for updates and be sure to leave reviews.