AN: I am quite happy for the people who liked the story. They were encouraging and inspiring me to write this story further.

By the way, this story centers about Jon as a Targaryen and his love story with Dany but with a different kind of twist, so you may have noticed I am not putting too much details about other characters.

A careful reminder again, some scenes in this story is based on season 7 so you might get some spoilers if you have not seen it...

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"Dracarys." Jon muttered as he looked at his daughters. They stared at him then obeyed his command, but no fire came from their mouths aside from their hot breaths and smoke. A smile appeared on his lips staring at them. He uttered another Valyrian word to command them to fly, and they did.

Slowly, Jon is learning the language of fire. It felt odd speaking such language with his Northern accent, yet he continued to learn it.

"They are magnificent creatures, Your Grace. I am sure, once they grow large, you will be able to ride them." Jon never thought he would someday fly to the sky. He has been a wolf, a predator in the cold winter hunting preys on land, but this time it is different. He is also a dragon, a huge beast in the sky.

It is not a matter of hunting anymore. But rather burning... he mused to himself. He does not want to see the day where he will be forced to command the dragons to burn his enemies alive. No. He will prevent that from happening.

Mad King's grandson... He will be called like that should he start going mad and burn people alive.

Ser Davos accompanied Jon in visiting his children that day and the King in the North is glad the Onion Knight did. It will take suspicions away of his absence. He knew it is only a matter of time before he is forced to introduce his children to the North.

And introduce who I really am... Jon is not looking forward to that day. If he could, he wanted to freeze the time, yet he cannot. He must face the scrutiny of Northerners.

"The people are wondering of your frequent absence, Your Grace. It is not good for you and your children to be caught before you are ready."

"I know. Sansa will insist to get answers." Jon worries for the day Sansa knows of this secret.

"We can bring them to the castle, Your Grace. In secrecy, of course. We will have Ghost stay with them."

Jon thought of that before, but where will he hide them? He cannot simply hide them in his chambers. They might make a sound but Ser Davos' words are practical in their circumstances.

"I supposed we could."

As soon as the dawn arrived, Jon hide his dragons inside his cloak, whispering words in Valyrian that they should stay hidden. His heart beats rather loudly as soon as they arrived in the castle with people greeting them. Any wrong move might cause their discovery.

He was about to walk towards his chambers when Sansa approached her brother informing him of other duties he left behind when he suddenly rode away from the castle.

"I will be seeing through all those documents right now." Every passing second, Jon fears that his daughters will start to stir underneath his cloak. He fears that they will notice the tension building in this conversation and decided to declare their presence to intimidate Sansa. That is the last thing he wanted to happen as of the moment.

"You've been riding for days consecutively. Where have you been brother?"

"In the woods." He answered.

"The woods? What were you doing out there?" Sansa does not want this conversation to end. She does not want to let the opportunity of confronting her brother go away. It must be done right now.

Jon finds himself unable to answer her question. He does not want to lie to her but he also cannot tell her about why he had been frequenting the woods away from the castle... At least not yet.

"Apologies, Lady Stark, but His Grace wanted some time alone away from his responsibilities even for a moment. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, my Lady." Ser Davos said, saving Jon from lying to his sister.

A cold stare left Sansa's eyes as he looked at the Onion Knight. The answer does not satisfy her question at all as she felt he is hiding something from her.

"If you say so, Ser Davos." Sansa then looked at Jon. "We are family, Jon. And family shouldn't hide anything from their own." Her tone went as cold as the ice as she spoke to him. It did not sit well in Jon's temper. He does not want to bring the conversation to its worse, but her words brought Jon's temper higher.

"Yes, like the time you hid the information about the Vale's army?" He asked and Sansa was surprised her brother brought that incident. She asked for forgiveness, but Jon never forgets. He would have been alright not saying anything of such incident, but he felt he has to remind her of what she did lest she will continue to push Jon for answers.

He saw a little pain in Sansa's beautiful eyes and he almost regretted speaking in such manner, but he held his ground.

"I'll see you at supper Sansa." That was what she last heard before he walked away with Ser Davos and Ghost following him.

As soon as they were inside his chamber, he sighed a relief. He urged his daughters out of his cloak and set them to this bed. They looked around the place, flying from the bed to the table nearby, surveying the area as if they are trying to be familiar of what their new territory is. Little sounds emerged from their throats, satisfied to be out of the dark cave.

Ghost must have missed this place as he instantly lays on his favorite spot.

"Was I cruel to her?" Jon broke the silence, asking Ser Davos of what he thinks of Jon's actions.

"You have been honest, Your Grace. Even if she is family, there should be limitations of questions to deliver in front of the King." Jon looked at Ser Davos. He should have expected such answer from him. While he knew his adviser is telling him the truth, no matter how bitter it is, he still has to accept it. The people in this land will always have rules of what to do and what should be done.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Jon has no crown yet, and he does not want to have one. The King in the North as a title is heavy enough for him. The burden of preparing everyone for the war against the Night King is heavier.

Jon wanted to say anything but he stopped as he heard a knock from his door. He looked at his children with a nervous expression. They cannot be seen so he decided to whisper a command to them, to remain on his bed with his wolf skin sheets covering them.

"Come in!" The visitor is the Maester.

"Raven from the King's Landing, Your Grace." The Maester left as soon as Jon dismissed him. Thoughts crossed his mind as he took the scroll, knowing full well what might be inside and he is right. He almost snorted upon seeing the words in the scroll.

Cersei of the House Lannister, First of her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men... summons the bastard, Jon Snow to bend the knee...

She didn't know she is summoning the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms. Even though Jon does not want the crown, he still cannot escape the undeniable truth. Whether he wants it or not, it will still haunt him, as if tempting him to take the crown itself. It will always be a part of his life and heritage.

"Cersei is a mad queen. She thirsts for power and let the realm knows of it. She cannot be allowed to sit on that throne lest the kingdom will perish."

"This kingdom is already near its peril if we don't unite as one to fight the army of the dead." Jon said as he threw the scroll to the bed. Small movements were clearly seen as the dragons emerged from their hiding and looked curiously at the paper their father threw.

Rhaea, the golden dragon sensed how Jon treated the paper as if it is his enemy. Vaera, the Blue dragon tore the paper into half using its talons and Daena, the red dragon screeched at it.

This took the attention of two men as the three of them launched the torn paper in the air and in synchrony, the three of them burned the offending paper in the air, leaving nothing but dusts and ashes. Ser Davos instinctively took a step back upon seeing the fire itself while Jon took a step forward towards his daughters.

He is amazed. This must be the first time they breath fire and their first object to burn is the paper Cersei sent to Jon.

"They must have known the paper came from your enemy, Your Grace." Jon did not argue Ser Davos. He may be right. The dragons must have sensed it and Jon knew how territorial the three are. Is it their way of telling Jon that they will be burning all his enemies alive?

He felt amazed, happy and afraid of that. He does not want to burn cities to the ground and burn his people along it like a mad man. Innocent people should not be involved and he will see to it that it will not happen. He wanted to approach as diplomatic as he could, like an honorable man. That was the Stark in him says but the blood of the dragon is also there inside him, whispering thoughts in his head.

Deep down, Jon wanted to see his enemies burn to the ground. He started hating himself for thinking of killing people by using his children. No, he will not be doing it. He will not be a madman.

"Our real enemy is beyond the wall." Is what Jon answered.

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Arya looked over at the castle not too far from where she is.

Her home...

With an excited laugh at the view, she sped her horse towards the castle. She wonders how Jon became King in the North? She heard tales, songs and stories about Jon along her way to Winterfell.

The people - soldiers, commoners and merchants spoke highly of the current King in the North - the White Wolf. They spoke of how Jon was the best swordsman the North has ever seen since Arthur Dayne.

Arya knew how good his brother was when they were still in Winterfell. Often, she sees him trying not to win against Robb for fear that Lady Catelyn will scold him or sneer at him but Arya knew, Jon was always a better swordsman.

It took her almost an hour before reaching the gates, and in the gates, she was driven away by soldiers. She threatened them though that if their King were to know they raised an arm against her, he will have their heads on a spike.

They were scared. Arya could sneak in the castle by disguising herself as a soldier but she chose not to. This is her home and she will not be sneaking like a thief or an assassin.

Sooner, Arya heard steps approaching her and instantly, her eyes recognized Jon. He had grown taller since the last time she had seen him. Gone were the teenage boy and was replaced by a brooding and strong man standing before her as King in the North.

Her eyes started to tear as soon as their eyes met.

"Arya..." He called out. Instantly, Arya ran towards her brother hugging him for dear life. "I missed you." He whispered and planted a kiss on her hair.

"I missed you too." she replied. Arya had been close to Jon - her half-brother - rather than to her siblings. Robb was close second, but he could never replace Jon. She was sad and angry when Robb died at the Red Wedding. He is a brother and family after all.

"I can't believe you are a King now."

"Aye. Come inside, Bran and Sansa is waiting for you." Arya did not expect that her other siblings are still alive. She knew Sansa was at King's Landing and Bran was said to have been killed by Theon, but right now, they are here in their home.

Their reunion was something emotional. All of them had been through so much all these years and it is refreshing, relaxing to have a dinner in a peaceful manner. Bran had been different - that Arya noticed but who is she to judge him? She too changed. All of them.

It was a wonder how he knew of her lists, but Jon tried to explain that he sees visions and things. He must have seen Arya in her journey. It is unnerving to see Bran like this and even Sansa professed that it bothers her how their brother's manner of speaking changed.

"Jon is not bothered of it. They often talk in front of the Godwood tree, talking to themselves." Arya sensed a bitter emotion underlying in Sansa's words. She already noticed a gap in Sansa and Jon's relationship and interactions. It does not help the tension when Littlefinger never leaves Sansa's side. It is more unnerving seeing his scheming smile as he whispers through Sansa's ears.

The relationship between Sansa and Jon had been getting worse day by day. Sansa is counseling Jon of his decisions for the North and the White Wolf chooses other paths, paths for preparing everyone to fight the winter.

Arya appreciated how Jon was never biased towards capabilities of women in fighting. He asked the houses to train anyone, men and women how to fight. She was just not happy when she found out that he accepted the Brotherhood without Banners under his command.

Beric Dondarrion included. He was one of the people in her list. He sold Gendry to the Red Priestess and she will not forgive that. She confronted him along with Thoros of Myr, and the Hound.

"The little runt is still alive." Beric smiled at her. She would have killed them by now had it not been for the place where they are – Winterfell training grounds.

"You sold my friend to the red witch!" She angrily snarled at Beric. It still pained her when she remembers what happened that day. Gendry could have been with her, they could have been family and he could have been alive.

"Oh, him? Aye, we sold him to the red witch, but she did not kill him. We saw it in our fire, girl. That man will fight." Thoros said in between hiccups from his drunk situation. Arya frowned at them, not believing what they are telling her.

"Then, where is he?"

"Who knows? But he will fight in the war to come."

Arya walked away from them, and she did, she saw Brienne of Tarth along the way. She and Arya sparred often, and Arya usually wins.

Brienne sent a deadly glare at the Brotherhood without Banners, promising to draw her sword should they threaten or try to hurt Arya.

Their words remained in her mind, wondering where Gendry could be. She might have became no one but she is still Arya Stark No matter whose face she will wear, what is inside her heart will always be the same Arya who grew up in Winterfell, she changed, yes, but it is still her.

She paid no attention to Beric and the Brotherhood without Banners. There will be no point ok killing Beric, but if what they said is true, that Gendry is alive, then that will be worth acknowledging, if not, if she finds out they are lying, suffice to say, Arya will be adding their names to her list.

She continued to spar with Brienne as she had nothing to do as of the moment. One time, Arya was walking on the hallway, bumping into Jon.

"Jon..."

He looked at his sister and smiled.

"Arya. We haven't talk so much these days. I must apologize for being busy. I haven't spent much time with you."

"We haven't spent time with each other for years. As long as I know you are safe, a long talk can wait." She said. "At least in that way, we can spend less time arguing just like you and Sansa."

Jon frowned at her. He knew she is smart and not blind to see the heating tension. He cannot hide it.

"She is a trueborn Stark. She might not be a man, but Winterfell should be hers by right." And King's Landing should be mine, he jests himself.

"Is that the reason why there is a struggle?" Arya asked. Jon looked at her and contemplated if what he is about to do is right at the moment. He does not know how she will react, but he can only have faith to his youngest sister.

"No. There is something more." He looked at her straight in the eyes and she did the same, like a fearless she-wolf.

"Will you show me?"

Will he? Jon hesitated for a moment before standing from his chair then led Arya to his chamber. She was silent when she followed him. As soon as they are inside, Arya was greeted with the most shocking sight she had ever seen.

Three baby dragons on Jon's bed, with Ghost lying with them. The four animals noticed the two of them. Ghost stood up and approached his master before approaching Arya. She patted the giant direwolf, who is almost as big as a horse.

The three dragons remained where they are and curiously looked at Arya.

Jon approached his children who welcomed him warmly.

"Dragons. Why do you have dragons?"

The three dragons growled lowly at Arya and Jon knew what they want.

"They do not like being ignored Arya. Before I explain to you how and why they are here, it will be best to introduce them to you. This is Vaera, Daena and Rhaea." Arya nodded at the creatures who looked at her with disinterest.

"Targaryen names..." She uttered and Jon heard her.

"Would you like to hear a long story?"

Jon and Arya were not sure how long they stayed in his chambers. Jon told Arya everything. It felt good and made him at ease. It was as if he is sharing his burden to his family. The story and feelings he kept ever since he found out the truth came out as easy as the water flowing in the river.

As soon as he was done, he looked hopefully at Arya. She is confused, shocked and sad all the same.

"You did not tell Sansa for fear she will raise her voice to the Lords and unite them against you." She said.

"I am expecting it, she might, but I still want to believe she will not go against me. After all, I am still a family. You are all a family to me." Arya smiled. It will never change how they felt for each other just because they do not share the same father as they knew.

"By right, the Westeros is yours. They were right to call you, Your Grace." She meant it as a joke to ease the situation but it only reminded Jon of his heritage.

"Maybe so but I don't want to think about it. I want to focus on defeating the Night king and his army. My daughters are not large enough to go against them. Besides, I'd like to get a good chance to tell everyone about them."

"You want me to help you hide them, isn't it? Who else knows about them?"

"Yes. No one can know of their existence as of the moment. Currently, Ser Davos, Tormund, Bran and lastly you are the only ones who knew of their existence. I need your help, Arya."

Once again, Arya looked at the three dragons and smiled.

"You have my word brother..."

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A week has gone smoothly since Jon took the dragons to Winterfell. With the help of Arya, he was able to hide their existence. Often she disguises herself as a servant girl who will clean the King's chambers so she can feed them and prevents any servants to discover them.

Jon told Arya to be especially careful of Littlefinger's watchful eyes, and he was thankful for her help. Jon continued to prepare the North for the war to come, instructing all Maesters to find any information about Dragon Glass or Valyrian Steels.

At morning, he will break the fast with his family. After so, he will attend to his Kingly duties as if he was born for such role. He almost wanted to tell her that he might be

Sansa told him he was good at it, but Jon only felt guilty. What he is good at right now is hiding his secret from them.

At noon, he will seek Thoros of Myr to teach him Valyrian. He started enjoying the language itself as he can now speak openly in simple conversations. Before dawn, he will ensure that all tasks were done before supper.

At night, he will retire to his room early to be with his dragons, ensuring they did not burn anything in his chambers.

One time, the three were playful around and that resulted to some burned clothes of his. He had a hard time explaining why he smelled of smoke.

It is currently noon and Jon busies himself with the documents and scrolls he had to read when the maester once again seeks him to give a scroll. This time, it was from the Citadel. Jon was excited to hear a word from his friend, Sam. What would Sam say if he were to gain knowledge of Jon's heritage?

He took the scroll from the maester and immediately read it. He stared at the letter, wide eyed and a look of mixed emotions building in his eyes. He breathed rather heavily as he tasked the maester to send Ser Davos to his office.

It did not take long for the Onion Knight to arrive.

"You called for me, Your Grace?"

"I received a word from Sam. A discovery of Dragon Glass. Mountain of it." Ser Davos looked at Jon as if he was pulling his leg, but Davos knew that Jon is not the type of man to joke of matters such as this.

"Where?"

"Dragonstone. He said, the castle sits on the mountain of Dragon Glass."

"That is a great news, Your Grace! We can arm our soldiers to fight the Night King. We can mine the Dragon Glass as soon as possible." Davos looked delighted upon the news but his smile dropped upon looking at Jon who has conflicted emotions. "Is there anything wrong, Your Grace?"

"My father was Prince of Dragonstone. Going back there seems..." Jon trailed off as he exhaled a heavy breath. Even after discovering the truth and hatching the dragon eggs, he never considered going to Dragonstone. The place of his Targaryen Ancestors.

"Your Grace, apologies for speaking bluntly, but we need Dragon Glass and what we need is in the castle that belongs to your family, and by right belongs to you. Currently, no one is ruling the castle."

"I supposed." Was all the answer he said.

Night came and Jon was disturbed by the mere idea of going to Dragonstone. If he were to sail to Dragonstone, he cannot leave his children here, which is why he needs to let the lords of North know about them. Day by day, the Night King is marching towards them. Hardhome was the last time he had seen them and if that is so, they only have a year to prepare.

His eyes flew towards the sleeping dragons right beside him. Soon, they will be large and won't fit in his bed anymore. He thought of how his children will feel once they sail to Dragonstone.

He tried clearing his head as he went to sleep. Jon wished he will have a peaceful night, but instead, he was visited by the same Targaryen woman and her dragons.

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Dany's dreams of the man grew more frequent as they continue to sail to Westeros. Dreams had been quick but almost felt real.

The King in her dreams... Am I his Queen in his dreams too? She asked herself, but shook the idea. This man cannot be real. It is impossible having the same man visits her dreams to be real so she took her mind off the man, but it proves to be difficult. In the times he visited her dreams, she grew to know the man's handsome features. Even when awake, she still can remember his scar, his brown eyes and his curly black hair.

Drogo is a man with brute strength. He is a handsome man in his own way and Daenerys still held a special space in her heard for her first husband.

Her second husband is no one to her. The third man in her life, Daario. He is a man any girl of Westeros will dream of. Handsome, chivalrous and with great battle sense. He was almost perfect until her eyes laid upon the man in her dreams.

His black hair - as black as a raven - flows freely at his back. She wondered if those were as soft as she expects them to be? The man is far more handsome than Daario is. Like Daario, he seems to be a man with great battle senses, but there is something in the man that clearly separates him from the other men in Daenerys' life.

On her journey to Dragonstone, her mind was filled with his image. It took them months before they were able to see the ancestral castle of her family. She felt emotional seeing the castle where she was born during a storm.

As soon as her army is finally settled, she took measures to her hands. Allies, she needs allies. Tyrells and the Greyjoys pledged their loyalties to her but she knew it will not be enough. She needs more if she were to take King's Landing and rule over the Seven Kingdoms.

Then her mind drifted to the North. The red priestess told her to let the King in the North stand beside her in the war to come. If Tyrion did not tell her that he knew the man, she wouldn't be considering him at all. If he is a Stark - a bastard one - this man, Jon Snow, will harbor hate towards her for what her father did to his ancestors, but Tyrion convinced her that this man is as honorable as Ned Stark.

She coldly instructed her hand to send a raven to this man - Jon Snow - to bend the knee to the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

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