AU In which everything is the same, except for Jon being related to Dany. Takes place post victory over White Walkers and defeat of Cersei.

Minor conflict, mainly with governing of the kingdoms. This is mainly fluff, smut, and exploring characters. I am not here to reinvent the wheel.

Probably gonna have some out of character, I have not written in a while so I am rusty.

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The throne was cold, everything was cold. Daenerys sat on her throne, the Iron Throne, and listened to the political meanderings and bureaucracy that Tyrion was always going on about. She sat on her throne a victor, Cersei was dead, as was the Night King. It had been one year since the victory, and although Westeros was now under her rule, she wondered had it all been worth it in the end.

She loved ruling. The people, the sense of importance, the feeling of helping others. According to Tyrion, the people of Westeros were warming up to her rule. She was glad, but not content.

"That is why you must marry soon my queen." Tyrion said, staring. This roused her out of her thoughts, and she stared at her council surprised.

"I'm sorry, what is this about.." She began, caught off guard. Tyrion rolled his eyes, and Missandei chuckled. The silver haired queen glanced around the room, hoping someone would throw her a rope and pull her out of this conversation.

"Do not worry my queen, we are not marrying you off." Tyrion explained, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "We were discussing the construction of a new wall around King's Landing, being that we destroyed it during the invasion. Also we were thinking of installing a new sewage system."

She nodded her head, grateful that he mentioned marriage to bring her back into the conversation. "Right. Continue please."

He began talking, however her mind drifted again. She did not wish to discuss walls and sewage systems. She wanted to do something exciting. Daenerys was a queen, yes, and she loved her people and would rule them fairly and justly until the end of her days. But she was young. She was a woman who had wants and needs. Her lover, Jon Snow, was up North. Rebuilding.

"Send a raven to Winterfell." She said, interrupting Tyrion. "Tell Jon Snow I will be arriving soon."

The throne room was silent as everyone exchanged confused glances.

"Oh right, excellent idea my queen. Surely the problem with our sewage system is up in Winterfell! Never have I seen a queen so intelligent, so.." Tyrion began, however he was quickly cut off by Daenerys' raised brow.

"With all your knowledge and wit, I will leave you, my most trusted advisor to begin plans for a new wall and sewage system." Daenerys said, returning the sarcasm to the dwarf.

"What is there to seek in Winterfell?" Missandei questioned. Everyone knew the queen of the seven kingdoms and the symbolic king of the North were lovers, but never had they traveled the many miles from Winterfell to King's Landing just to have sex.

"In Winterfell, there is something I have been seeking for a year now." Daenerys answered. "A place where I can relax my mind. That's all I want, peace and quiet for just a little while."

After no one objected to the queen's demand, Tyrion walked to find the new Grand Maester. "Not sure how much peace and quiet will be had with you and Jon Snow in a city together." He said.

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It was well into the cold winter night and Daenerys was on the balcony, enjoying the view and studying the now silent city while her handmaidens packed clothes and other necessities for the upcoming trip. She heard footsteps behind her, but didn't turn around. She knew who it was.

"May I ask why you are having the handmaidens pack your grace?" Missandei asked. "It will take the raven some time to reach Winterfell. Especially in this cold."

"I suppose I am just excited." Daenerys said, turning around and smiling to her friend.

"Excited for the trip or excited for…" Missandei paused for a mere second before continuing. Daenerys notice a coy smile on her friend's lips "meeting someone?"

Daenerys smiled and shook her head, gazing back to the city. "Perhaps both, or maybe just excited to have an excuse not to discuss sewage construction with Lord Tyrion."

The two friends laughed at this, and Missandei walked closer, gazing with Daenerys at the city.

"May I ask the queen a personal question?"

Daenerys eyed her trusted friend. The coy smile still played on her lips, and Daenerys worried slightly at what the question would be.

"Why do you and Lord Snow, or Warden Snow, or King Snow, whatever his title, try and hide your relations?" She asked. "Everyone knows."

"Missandei there is nothing in this world I want more than to call Lord Snow, or Warden Snow, or King Snow, whatever his title, mine." She said, causing her friend to chuckle. "But politics are politics, and with the North still suffering from the Great War, now may not be the time."

"But wouldn't a marriage be good for the land?" Missandei questioned. "Not to impose your grace, but perhaps a union of two houses, of two lands, heal the kingdoms? A union of love between North and South?"

For the first time in a while, Daenerys was shocked. Her advisor and friend had a point. The lands were still suffering, and there was some distrust between the North and South due to the damage done by Cersei.

"Perhaps I will consider it." Daenerys said.

These conversations were new to Daenerys, and honestly made her a little uncomfortable. The concept of marriage had never really crossed her mind, as the past few years of her life had all been spent on conquering Westeros. She would never openly admit to anyone that she was afraid that marriage would, in a sense, tie her down and make her lose independence. She was the dragon queen after all, and dragons were meant to be free and soar on their own accord.

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"Which is exactly why we need to break the ice over the rivers and try to fish." Sansa said, speaking to Sam. "There are still fish in those waters, and our people need some sort of meat."

"Fish isn't meat." Arya said, looking out the window.

Currently Sam and Sansa were arguing on how to best provide rations to their people. Though they were good on grains and vegetables, their meat rations were running low.

"Milady I mean no disrespect." Sam began "but the fish in the rivers barely maintain a stable population during winter. I researched this, their populations always fall to barely sustainable during the winter time. If we overfish them, they will all die out."

"Then how do you suppose we feed our people?" Sansa questioned, her temper flaring. She was a great leader, and cared deeply for the North, though sometimes she would get her mother's anger.

"They have vegetables and grain." Sam said. "We aren't gonna starve, and the North can live without massive meat rations."

"We'll send hunting parties further South to try and keep up with the deer migrations." Jon said. "With luck, they'll find a lot of deer, and we'll get a lot of meat."

Everyone nodded in agreement, seemingly content with the outcome. The day before Jon had received the raven from Daenerys, and he was eagerly awaiting her arrival, however he wanted to get as much work done as possible so that he could spend some time alone with his lover. He took the note out from his coat pocket and read it, for probably the fifth time of the day.

Jon,

I will be arriving soon. Get ready to bend the knee.

~Your Queen

He smiled, understanding what she meant. Signing it 'Your Queen' and telling him to bend the knee, he knew. Daenerys Targaryen wanted to get Jon Snow hot and bothered before she arrived. The queen wanted him to be thinking of her, to await her arrival. And oh how he was, she was to arrive any minute now.

"When you fuck her, do try and keep the noise down Jon." Arya mocked. "Some of us enjoy sleeping."

Before Jon could retort to the young girl, his sister stepped in.

"Arya that is enough." Sansa said, glaring at Arya as if she was her mother.

"Thank you, Sansa." Jon said.

"She is right though Jon." Sansa quipped, turning to her brother. "It's fine that you two get along, but for the gods' sake you two keep Winterfell wide awake with your…activities. I don't want to sound like mother, but everyone knows that you two are…close...and it's embarrassing our family."

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, putting out his arms in self-defense.

"What I mean Jon is that yes, we beat the White Walkers, and yes Daenerys is on the Iron Throne, but people still have traditions. And the tradition is you're supposed to marry a girl before you shag her."

"I don't have to have this conversation with my sister." Jon said, shaking his head. "What Daenerys and I do is none of your, or anyone else's business." He picked up a field report and pretended to read it.

After a few seconds of silence and the shuffling of papers by Sam, a wildling scout walked into the room. "Aye Lord Snow, your shaggin' partner is here." The wild man said, scratching his beard.

"Do you mean Queen Daenerys?" Jon asked, severely annoyed. "Would you call her my 'shaggin' partner if she was in this room right now?"

"Fuck no I wouldn't, she has two dragons! That's why I said it when she wasn't here." He said, exiting the room.

/

"Welcome back to Winterfell your grace." Jon said, kissing her hand. "Always an honor to entertain a queen."

"Thank you, Warden Snow." She smiled.

They were too entranced staring at each other that Daenerys forgot to greet everyone else. Arya made a gagging noise to Gendry before Sansa approached the queen.

"It is wonderful to have you here your grace. I apologize for you seeing our home like this, but we are still rebuilding after all." Sansa said, bowing her head slightly.

"It is no problem at all Lady Stark." Daenerys said. "Winterfell is still a beautiful castle."

"May I ask what brings you to Winterfell, my queen?" Jon asked, emphasizing the last two words. He saw her eyes dart to his with a fire, and she licked her lips before continuing.

"I just needed a small break from the tedious chores of governing is all, and I figured some Northern air would be a good change in scenery." She said.

They stood there, silent for a moment. Waiting it seemed like for Jon's next move. He was going to try and isolate the two of them away from the group, like he does every time he and Daenerys are in the same location. At the beginning of their relationship he was discreet about it, secretive. Lately however he had become less so.

"Well my queen, how about I show you to your room?" He asked.

"Jon she's been here a dozen times, she knows where her room-." Sansa tried to say, but was quickly cut off by the queen.

"Embarrassingly so, I have forgotten where my room is. I would very much appreciate you escorting me Jon Snow, it is such a big castle after all."

And with that she took his arm, and Jon Snow led Daenerys Targaryen to her room, leaving Sansa shaking her head, Arya making gagging noises, and Gendry laughing at said noises.

/

"Give it to me!" She commanded, pushing herself against him. "Give it to me Jon!"

Her words of encouragement caused him to push her head down onto the pillow, causing her back to be arched up and her ass sticking high in the air.

"I'm close." He groaned, slapping her round bottom.

"Give it all to me Jon." She yelled, pushing her ass against him with even greater force. "All of it, every last drop."

"Say please." He slapped her ass again, harder this time.

"Give me your seed Jon Snow, please! Please! All of it, every last drop! Give it to me!" She begged.

/

They had finished, and were now lying in bed. Her head was on his chest, and she found herself tracing the scars like she always did after they made love.

"When will the rest of your party arrive?" Jon asked, his words heavy with sleep.

"Missandei and Gray Worm will be arriving soon, they left days before I did." She said.

"You know you could just ride with them instead of flying your dragons here and showing off." He joked, stroking her silky hair.

"I like to show off." She raised her head from his chest and locked eyes with him. "I am queen after all."

He chuckled and kissed her, savoring it. He had to, it could be weeks until they see each other again.

"I missed you." He said, his eyes growing serious. "I missed you a lot Dany."

"I missed you too Jon." She smiled, and kissed his nose lightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

It was the moments like these they lived for. Being together, in a room, by themselves. No advisors, nobles, or anyone to annoy them and pester them. Together, alone, they were just Jon and Dany. They could kiss softly, fuck loudly, and be at peace. Dany didn't have to worry about being a proper and stoic queen. She could beg Jon Snow to fuck her because she was a woman and she was alone. Jon Snow didn't have to be a brooding and stoic warden either, instead he could open up to Dany. He could give her soft kisses, sing to her, and eat her out without worry.

Because together, they had no worry. They had each other, and that was more than enough.

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I hope you enjoyed. I love comments, whether praise or critique. See you next chapter!