Hey, a couple things before we get started here, I have written on fanfiction before. But not Game Of Thrones as of yet until now. And whenever I do write stories I like to kind of take creative liberties with the characters and the story in the show. Like for instance in this story Viserion was not killed by the night king. But everything else is the same.

Anyways, here it is. Oh and this starts basically at the end of episode seven.

Jon had began pacing back and forth in this quarters for sometime now, he was so confused and conflicted. His mind muddled with constant thoughts of Queen Daenerys, he didn't know if his feelings for her were misplaced or mutual. But he wanted her, right after she risked everything to save him and his group from the white walkers beyond the wall, he knew she felt something for him. Then his feelings also began to grow, reinforced after their conversation when he woke up on her ship. He stopped pacing and put his hands on his head squeezing his eyes shut, making a decision. "Go to her," he said to himself, "Okay, fine."

Jon left his quarters and calmly walked to Daenerys' quarters, once he got to the door he hesitated again. But, he did knock. Moments later the opened, Jon and Daenerys locked eyes. Jon wished to say something, he had been over this moment several times in his mind, but in that moments. His ability to speak left him, they just kept looking at each other longingly. But then Daenerys read his mind and invited him in, he simply walked in and closed the door.

Things got moving pretty quickly after that.

Down the hall, Tyrion had been watching the whole time. He watched Jon enter his Queens room. His mind flooded with possibilities, "What are the odds they are just having a chat?" he thought to himself. He didn't hear a whole lot of talking, which only reinforced what he had been thinking for the past couple days. "Jon Snow and Daenerys are probably in love," he groaned. He then proceeded to briskly walk to Varys' quarters. Once reaching there, he almost banged on his door, at the last second he decided to knock.

Several moments passed before Varys opened the door, "Tyrion, what are you doing here, go to sleep, you woke me up."

"We need to talk," Tyrion invited himself in. Walking past Varys and going straight to the wine sitting on Varys bedside table.

"Oh, it must be quite urgent if you are drinking wine at this hour." Varys said sarcastically.

"Fuck you," Tyrion said.

Varys sighed, "What is it?" Varys inquired.

Tyrion began pouring himself glass of wine, "I am fairly confident that at this very moment of us speaking right now, our Queen is having sex with the King in the North." Tyrion said then drank a whole glass of wine and proceeded to pour more.

"Oh," Varys said, sitting on the side of his bed, "You are sure of this?"

"Varys, I saw Jon Snow walk into her room, they didn't have to say anything to each other, they both knew what was about to happen," Tyrion kept drinking. "Then once Jon was in the room, I continued to hear almost nothing, I didn't wait around for the moans and groans."

"Well, that sounds pretty serious, what do you think of this?" Varys said, reaching for the wine, and pouring himself some.

"All things considered, I am happy for our Queen, she does need someone, and Jon Snow is an admirable man, but this is not a good time for them to be having relations, after the war maybe, not now," Tyrion said.

"Tyrion, this could be good for her, get her mind off everything-"

"That is the opposite of what she needs, she needs to be focused on the tasks at hand, namely the army of the dead right now, after that most importantly the Iron Throne, not thinking about how much she loves Jon snow." Tyrion put the wine down, "Love is the enemy of war, the death of duty. It makes everything so much more complicated than it had to be. Just look at Robb Stark, Jon Snow's brother, he fell in love with some foreign girl I heard, but he was supposed to marry one the Frey girls, if he had just forgotten his feelings and complied to Walder Frey he may still be alive, he may have one the War of the Five Kings, and there would be a Stark on the Iron Throne not Cersei."

"Robb Stark didn't want the Throne," Varys replied plainly.

"How'd you know that?"

"Did you really just ask how I knew something?"

Tyrion smirked, "Right… Got it."

"Anyway, let's say Robb Stark didn't die. Jon Snow definitely wouldn't be here with our Queen, he would probably be in King's Landing right now, plotting on how to stop Daenerys."

"Right, like I said love makes things so difficult." Tyrion said, reaching for the wine again but Varys slapped his hand away.

"But, how do you know they are in love? Daenerys could be just using him like she used Daario." Varys said putting the wine down himself, standing up walking around the room.

"I've seen the way they look at each other, they both have feelings for each other. They've been eyeing each other for weeks. You know, I then brought up Jon Snow to her, I told her that he loved her. She basically dismissed the whole thing. Which made me dismiss it. Up until she decided to sail with him, and when I saw him enter her chambers with even saying anything."

"Okay fine, let's say they are in love, what do you want to do? Tear them apart?"

Tyrion sat in a chair in the corner of the room, "I don't know if we could, I mean she is the Queen, if she wants Jon Snow she will have him, if we really wanted them to separate we would have to get Daenerys to see it our way."

"But, do we want to separate them?"

"What? I told you-"

"No, listen to me, Jon Snow is the King in the North, he has sworn loyalists of most if not all the northern houses," Varys stepped closer to Tyrion, "That means that he controls a quarter of the country, the North is very large last time I checked, he is already an ally why don't we just let them be, maybe even marry them."

"They would be very hard to defeat together, and the North's support of Daenerys could be important when we march on King's Landing," Tyrion made confused face. "But, I don't know, we will have to see how she acts, we definitely can't have her running after Jon into battle in an attempt to save him again, her life is too valuable."

"If you are right, and Daenerys does in fact love him, no one could stop her from trying to save him," Varys said.

"Well, as her hand I am honour bound to at least try to stop her."

"You tried to stop her last time, how'd that ago?" Varys said, chuckling.

"I always have to try."

"Okay well we can talk about this later, we have the war council tomorrow, and I need sleep," Varys said rubbing his eyes, "And you need it too by the looks of you."

"Yeah, I got it," Tyrion said walking out of his quarters, taking a left to walk back towards his own quarters. But, as hand of the Queen his room was on the same hallway as Queen Daenerys'. And couldn't help have to listen Jon and Daenerys' as he walked by, shaking his head. "Damn it," he murmured. Then he proceeded into his room and into bed.

Daenerys was the first to wake up in the morning, her head was lying on Jon Snow's chest, her arms around him. A pelt over the both of them. His right arm around her, she slowly slid out of bed, careful not to wake the northman. She grab one of her robes and sat in a chair by the porthole in her room. She stared longingly out the window, watching the sea. Then her mind shifted to last night, she enjoyed herself very much. She realized that the now three men she had been with in her life, Jon Snow was the best. As much as she loved Drogo, they only had sex once he got bored of killing and pillaging. Which was often, so it kind of became a chore for her, but she didn't complain because she felt it was her duty as his Khaleesi. She was only in it for the sex with Daario, so she thought he would be better at it. But, Jon Snow he was different. Something about him, something that drew her to him, she began immediately after meeting him. She now realized her attention had now shifted to him lying in her bed, she stared intently at him. Admiring his physique from a distance. The King in the North began to stir, his eyes opened, realizing she wasn't in the bed he sat up quickly. Their eyes met, "Looking for me?" Daenerys questioned.

"Yes actually, for a split second there I thought you had left me here. Just like some paramour. Like I was just like that Daario character," Jon stated.

Daenerys frowned, "I didn't think you knew about him."

"What did you think I was just minding the dragonglass for all those weeks at dragonstone? I asked around about you." Jon said simply.

"Asked about me?"

"Of course, I wanted to know what you were about, why all these people follow you, that Daario guy came up one time when I was talking with Tyrion, I think he was drunk." Jon laughed.

Daenerys smiled, "Well, you'd be happy to know that I know about the wildling girl you knew too."

Jon's expression changed, "Oh, yeah?" Daenerys nodded.

"What you know about her?" He questioned.

"Well, I know you met her when you were north of wall. Parading around like you were some wildling," she laughed. "I know she died, when the wildlings attacked Castle Black."

His countenance visibly darkened, "Yeah."

"I'm sorry-"

"No it's fine," he waved his hand dismissively.

Jon got out of the bed and walked towards her, he was wearing absolutely nothing, which was quite distracting to Daenerys, "You know before I came here last night, I paced around my room from a while, deciding whether I should here or not," Jon placed his hand on the arms of her chair, she sat back her chair, their faces only inches apart. Daenerys heart began to race.

"Did you now?" She smiled.

He nodded. "My main issue was I didn't know if my feelings were mutual, and I wanted to make sure this wasn't gonna something we did for fun, I wouldn't have came here if this was just for fun. I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to regret it later."

"Do you? Think you are going to regret this?"

"I think I'll be able to live through it," He smirked. "I really wanted to know if this was gonna be a real thing, so tell me, what is it gonna be?"

Daenerys didn't what to say, Jon wasn't like anybody else, definitely nothing like Drogo or Daario. She was surely curious where this would go, she was interested. "Okay, Jon Snow, you've peaked my interest, let's be serious about this," she smiled.

"Good," he said, then they shared a deep kiss.

"Oh my," she thought.

"Do I love this woman?" he questioned to himself.

Then there was a knock on her door, they separated, "My Queen?" it was Tyrion's voice, "The war council is starting soon, will you be attending?"

"Yes, I'll be there soon." Daenerys said, motioning for Jon to find his clothes.

"Okay, my Queen, oh and I almost forgot, Jon you should come too," Tyrion said sarcastically, then walking away from the door.

They look at each other puzzled, "How did he know you were in here?" Daenerys asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine, I have no idea," Jon scratched the back of his head. The he shrugged, "Maybe… he saw me come in here last night."

"I'd say that's possible."

"He kind of sounded annoyed," He said. "Like he was angry that he knew."

"I'll speak with him about it."

"Better you than me."

Jon then began looking for his pants.

Sometime later they were ready for the meeting, "Okay, so you go out first and then I'll step out later so no one sees-"

Daenerys shook her head,"No I am not ashamed of you, I am the Queen, I can whatever I want. I can be with whomever I want to be with. What are they gonna say?"

Jon smiled, "Okay."

Alright that is the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review and favorite please. The next chapter will be out soon as I get it out!