This story is solely focused on Daenerys and Jon Snow taking place during, and directly after episode 3 of season 7. The continuation is loosely based on script leaks which may or may not be true.
Chapter 1
As Jon Snow exited the looming metal doors of the castle at Dragonstone, he admired the view of the sunset stretching out before him. The calm and lazy breeze gently blowing at his curly black hair coupled with the gentle crash of the ocean waves briefly gave him peace of mind. It made him wonder how his people were doing in the north and if Sansa, his half-sister, had made good decisions and hadn't ruined everything he had worked hard to put in place. While Jon still trusted his sister, he worried about her because the two had many differing opinions on different matters. Suddenly, while he stood there thinking to himself, the calming ambience was pierced with the loud roar of one of Daenerys Targaryen's dragons. He chuckled quietly to himself and gazed up in awe as it flew lazily off into the clouds joining another dragon. As Jon stared off into the distance he noticed the glimmering hair that belonged to the woman that had repeatedly demanded he bend his knee and pledge allegiance to her. The first thing he noticed about Daenerys in the throne room earlier that day was the beautiful hair, but as he got closer, saw just how beautiful she really was. The beauty didn't make the negotiations any easier, however and the meeting was adjourned before they could come to an agreement. While he understood Daenerys' motives, it still didn't bring him any closer to pledging his loyalty to her. After speaking to Tyrion, her hand, about mining and collecting the dragon glass buried deeply within Dragonstone, he hoped that Tyrion had convinced her to help in the northerners plight against the Night King and his army of the undead. After looking down towards Daenerys for a few minutes, Jon decided that now would be one of the best moments to talk to the self proclaimed queen. He began to walk slowly down the long, winding, stony staircase towards the commanding presence that was Daenerys.
Daenerys Targaryen stood solemnly at the bottom of the lengthy steps up to her newly acquired fortress. The wind lightly blew her beautiful silver hair as she watched her children flying around in the sky. She closed her eyes and briefly soaked in the sounds and smells of the surrounding area. The gentle sound of waves crashing and the faint chirps of birds around the area. While she was fond to be where so many of her previous ancestors had been, she grew quite tired of sitting in the dark and dreary throne room and enjoyed being outside. Her mind began to drift to the meeting she held earlier with Jon Snow. From the first moment she laid eyes on him she was surprised to see that he was extremely handsome in a rugged sort of way, but she had seen many handsome men in her lifetime. The only thing she needed of him was allegience, not a relationship. He proved to be increasingly frustrating and refused multiple times to swear his allegiance to her. She slowly opened her eyes to see Viserion glide over her, casting a shadow over her small body. She was so entranced with her child that she failed to notice someone walking down the stairs behind her. "Amazing thing to see" Jon Snow gruffly said from behind her. Dany felt a swell of pride for her children, but decided it best to not show and kept looking forward. "I named them for my brothers" She paused and continued "Viserys and Rhaegar". After another pause, she slowly turned to face the handsome northerner saying "They're both gone now". Jon didn't say anything and kept watching the two dragons glide lazily off into the sunset. Dany, quickly remembering what Tyrion had told her about the "King of the North" said softly to him "You lost two brothers as well?" After he only chose to nod Daenerys became more impatient with her counterpart. "People thought dragons were gone forever, but here they are". She paused before continuing "perhaps we should all be examining what we think we know." After hearing the news about the Greyjoy's fleet, she was willing to say whatever she could to gain a new ally. Jon, with almost a chuckle in his voice replied "You've been talking to Tyrion." Dany quickly thought to herself, 'well obviously' before replying "he is my hand" sarcastically. She looked back at Snow to try and judge his expression, but it was the same stoic face he always seemed to have. "He enjoys talking" he muttered. Dany quickly fired back "We all enjoy what we're good at" but Jon replied just as quickly "I don't" without even glancing towards the beautiful Targaryen. Daenerys, a bit shocked by his comment which obviously meant he was good at killing, gazed up and stared directly at his face. The way the sun shown down on his pale face, she started to really admire how handsome he was. She quickly realised just what she was doing however, and, blinking quickly thought back to the matter at hand. "You know I'm not going to let Cercei stay on the Iron Thro-" "I never expected you would" Jon said, interupting the Queen. "And I haven't changed my mind as to what kingdoms belong to that throne" she retorted. "I haven't either" says Jon with a twinge of annoyance. The two stare at each other before Dany looks away, causing him to do the same. She wonders to herself why this infuriating man refuses to pledge his allegiance to her and gazes back up towards her castle. Hundreds of thoughts race through her head, but she chooses to go with the advice Tyrion had given her earlier. "I will allow you to mine the dragon glass and forge weapons from it." She pauses after seeing the surprise on Jon's face after he turns to look at her. "Any resources or men you need I will provide for you" Dany stares intently into his dark eyes and spots utter shock. "Thank you" he says softly, his mind clearly reeling. Dany, content with his response turns back to look into the sunset thinking this would be the end of the discussion. Jon starts to turn back up towards the stairs, but pauses and questions softly "So you believe me then, about the Night King and the army of the dead?" Dany thought to herself that of course she didn't but thought it best to not give a definitive response and continued staring off into the sunset. "You'd better get to work Jon Snow" she replies in a hopeful voice. Jon, clearly annoyed by her response but also glad she is willing to help, resigns to climbing back up all of the steps back into the castle. As he starts back up the rising staircase, Dany turns back and flicks her gaze up at his flowing black hair and watches silently as he makes his way up the stairway. She thinks to herself in wonderment about this new and strange man from the north. She comes to understand why so many lords had put their faith in him and begins to find herself believing in the lore of Jon Snow.
A few hours had past since Jon had met with Daenerys at the bottom of the stairs. After the conversation had ended, Jon went to find Dany's advisor Missandei to help translate information to the Dothraki workers that would be helping him to mine the dragon glass from within the caves of Dragon Stone. Because it was already nightfall and there could be no work to be done at that present moment, Jon resigned to go to his bed chamber and take a bath while he waited to be summoned for dinner. He had sent Sir Davos out to help hand select the workers who would be doing most of the mining and hand selecting the blacksmith's who would be attempting to make weapons out of materials they had never worked with before. He looked slowly around his dark room, but was surprised to see a full size bed with red sheets bearing the dragon emblem of the House of Targaryen. walking into his bathroom, he was again surprised to see a comfy looking area with a large mirror and a rather large circular stone tub. Jon undressed quickly, glad to be rid of the cumbersome armour and heavy cape for a little relief, at least for a little while. After undressing, Jon eased slowly into the pool of hot water and let out a sigh of relief as he eased into a comfortable position. He sat in the steaming water just enjoying the warmth for a few minutes, but then, his mind drifted towards the beautiful woman that kept him as a borderline prisoner. Jon wasn't quite sure that she believed his stories, but thought about what his own thoughts would be like had he been in her place. It was difficult to believe in an undead army and a Night King that handn't been seen in centuries. He knew that it would probably take finding a white walker and bringing it Dragonstone to convince the Mother of Dragons to wholeheartedly join the fight against the undead army. His mind then strayed back to the intense meeting they'd had in the throne room when Daenerys had described her journey. She claimed to have been raped and sold into slavery. When she had made these comments to Jon it had disturbed him not just because of what happened, but it made him think that if it could happen to a girl with a royal name such as Targaryen, the same things could have happened to one or both of his half-sisters. A sharp knocking on his door alerted him to the presence of Missandei at his door, however before he moved she opened his door and entered. "Regretfully Queen Daenerys will not be dining with you tonight as some things have come up, your food will be brought directly here." After reciting this quickly, she left the room, leaving Jon to his own thoughts. Jon quietly sneered to himself, evidently the Queen so avid in the helping of others can't take the time out of her busy schedule to eat a simple dinner. He kept contemplating over what could have come up before he finally got out of the tub, dried off, and redressed to await the coming of his food.