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Sansa watched as the servants prepared the great hall for a feast, for when Jon returned with Queen Daenerys. They were bringing in tables and chairs, she noticed the table in the back of the room where she and the rest of her family would sit. There was an extra chair, five chairs. Sansa sighed, she wasn't sure what she thought about this Targaryen Queen yet, but she did know that Jon probably wanted her to sit with him. Her conversation with Littlefinger before Arya executed him, stuck in her mind. Give credit when it is due, Littlefinger was a very smart man, very dangerous, but he knew what he was talking about. Jon could want to marry this Queen, or perhaps not. Still, Jon bent the knee to her, and that meant something, good or bad she wasn't sure.

Arya entered the room, Sansa heard her footsteps and turned to her, and smiled. "Do we know when Jon returns?" Arya asked with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Soon,"

"How soon?"

"I don't know, they are supposed to dock their ships at White Harbor, then ride on horseback here,"

"Where are all those troops going to stay? Doesn't the Targaryen Queen have a large army? Unsullied and Dothraki?"

Sansa frowned, "They can't stay in Winterfell, we don't enough room, they can break camp nearby, I guess."

"How much room do we actually ha-"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Sansa asked sternly.

Arya started walking towards the tables, Sansa followed, "Not sure exactly, I guess I am just bored," she said taking a deep breath, "Brienne isn't back from King's Landing yet, so I have no one to spar with."

"Well, I pray you find a hobby, because I can't have you bothering me all day, I have work to do" Sansa said.

Arya stopped where near the spot on the floor where she killed Littlefinger, "They didn't do a very good job cleaning up his blood," She said pointing to the faint blood spot, she turned to Sansa, "Where's his body?"

"I am having them bury it somewhere outside the castle."

"Well, I need to see it before they do."

"What? Wh-" Sansa knew why, "Do you want his face?" she said slowly.

"Of course."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Provided no one outside of this castle learns of his death, I could use it to infiltrate certain places," She said coyly.

"What places?"

"Kings Landing, Cersei is on my list."

"You can't serious? You want to kill her? Don't get me wrong, I wish for her death just as much as you, but you can't just leave it's too dangerous."

Arya acted surprised, "You do care!"

Sansa scoffed, "Please, I just don't want more Stark blood to be spilled."

Arya smirked, "Nevertheless, I am going, and you can't stop me."

"Jon can," Sansa responded.

Arya frowned, knowing she may be right, "Whatever," She turned to leave the room and go and find Littlefinger's body.

Missandei was minding her own business, talking with Greyworm on the top deck. Varys approached them, "Hello to you both."

Greyworm nodded, Missandei said, "Hello Varys," annoyed he was interrupting her conversation with Greyworm. But she tried not to convey that through her countenance.

"Missandei, I need to talk to you, alone preferably," he said smiling at Greyworm.

Greyworm was moderately offended but he could tell this was important, so briefly grabbed Missandei hand, and nodding, then walking away.

"What is it, Varys?" Missandei said, annoyed.

"Don't worry I'll be quick, then you can get back to him."

"Thank you," Missandei thought, relieved.

"But I must ask something of you first though," he said.

"Yes?" She asked, curiously.

"I need you to speak with our Queen, specifically about Jon Snow."

"Why?" She asked, confused.

"Well, I don't know if you were aware, But Jon Snow has seduced our Queen, and I want you to get to the bottom of it, see if you can find out where their relationship is going, Is it serious?"

Varys painted the situation in a bad light, and she didn't know why. But she knew she would need to do what he asked of her so she said, "Okay, I guess I could do that."

"Good, now would be good, then report to me when you finished talking with her, I want to know what are Her and Jon Snow's intentions, before we make land, oh and I hope it goes without saying, but please refrain from letting your reasons for talking to her known."

Missandei nodded to him, then left him and went directly to Daenerys room. She knocked on her Queen's door, "Come in," She heard. Daenerys was hoping to see Jon, but smiled when she saw Missandei, "Hello, Missandei," She said warmly. Daenerys was sitting in her chair by her porthole drinking wine.

"Hello, My Queen," She said, smiling, closing the door.

"Do you need something? Oh but before I forget, I need fresh sheets for the bed."

It clicked in Missandei's mind what that meant, "Oh, so you are having relations with Jon Snow," She said, walking over to the bed and removing the sheets.

"Yes well, I believe it's becoming common knowledge around here, but it's not like I am keeping him a secret, so yes I am fucking him."

"Is that all it is? Sex? Like it was with Daario?" Missandei inquired.

Daenerys frowned, questioning in her mind why she was so curious about her love life, as she had not been before. But she trusted her, "Jon wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be like what I had with Daario, which was actually kind of sweet, he wanted to be serious about it."

"Is it serious?" Missandei had now taken the sheets off the bed and dropped them on the floor by the door for her pick up went she left.

"Yes, I think it is," Daenerys said, thinking fondly of Jon.

Missandei was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "Really?" Daenerys nodded, then Missandei asked, "You thinking of marrying him?"

"Now that, is a good question," She responded, taking a sip of wine, "Politically, it makes sense, also considering there really isn't any other suitors, if I did marry him though, I would potentially secure the north for my cause, which would in fact be a very good thing, the north is quite large you know," she paused, "But."

"But?"

"I haven't the faintest idea how he would feel about it," Daenerys said, confused drinking more wine

"You think he would turn down a chance to marry you?" Missandei questioned.

"He may or may not, but his advisors may advise him against it, I am fairly confident the Targaryen name is not that popular in the north, considering my father burned those Stark men," She finished.

"Jon Snow doesn't have to listen to them, besides, doesn't he have the final say anyway, because he the King in the North?"

Daenerys shrugged, "I guess, but it would have to mutual, We would both have to want to get married," drinking more wine.

Missandei rose from the bed, and went and picked up the sheets, "I'll talk to you later, my Queen."

"Before you go, was it Varys or Tyrion that sent you to talk to me about Jon?" She asked smiling.

Missandei frowned, "Varys, he didn't want you to know."

"I suspected as much, don't worry I am not mad, at you," She paused taking a sip of wine. "You were just doing what you were told, Would I be correct in assuming that he asked you to report back to him when you finished speaking with me?" She nodded, "Tell him to come see me as soon as possible," Missandei nodded again, and left.

Later, she found Varys on the top deck talking with Tyrion by the railing on the side of the ship, He saw her coming over to them, "Lady Missandei, how did it go?"

"It went fine, I learned that she thinks it is pretty serious, but she doesn't know if he would be for marriage."

"Does she want to marry him?"

"She didn't know just yet, also she knows you sent me to talk to her."

Varys frowned, almost angrily, "I told you not to let her find out."

"She asked me, what did you expect me to do? Lie? To my Queen?"

"Yes, I did actually."

"Well I am sorry, Lord Varys, I am much more loyal to her than to you" she stated, "Oh and she wants to see you," Varys frowned again, "Now I think," She and did small bow and walked away.

Tyrion was drunk again, he had been drinking all day and it wasn't even midday yet, "Varys, you wanna clue me in?" He slurred.

Varys was visibly concerned, "I asked her to speak to the Queen about Jon Snow, so we could learn what their intentions were with their relationship."

"Well, that may have been a good idea, if she didn't find out, I suspect she is quite furious, as she was at me yesterday in the war council, I do not envy you," Tyrion stated, he turned to look out at the water, but was too short to see over the railing of the ship, so he grunted angrily, "You should go to her now before she gets even more upset, I pray she doesn't throw you from the ship like she looked like she wanted to do to me," he gave up trying to look at the water and just sat down up against the railing.

"You are probably right," He said walking away, he went to Daenerys room, and knocked the door, her voice inside invited in him, so he opened the door and went in closing it when he entered. Varys turned to see not only Daenerys but the King in the North as well, they were both standing by her porthole drinking wine.

Daenerys turned to Varys smiling, "Oh Lord Varys, I see my message made it to you, as you are here now."

"Yes, my Queen."

Daenerys took several steps towards him, getting closer, making Varys more uncomfortable, he lowered his head, "Look at me, Varys," She commanded him.

Jon was a kind man, and it seemed to him that Daenerys was getting ready to yell at Varys. She had only briefly spoken to him about what Tyrion and Varys thought about their relationship, he didn't think it was serious enough for what he thought she was about to do. He could tell that Daenerys was very hot tempered and impulsive, but this was only happening, he thought, because she cared for him, and she was only making sure her advisors weren't going to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Which kind of made Jon happy, but he didn't want to smile because that would only make an awkward situation, more awkward.

Varys looked at her, "Now, look at Jon," She pointed to him, Varys looked at him, Daenerys was now very close to him, Varys felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. "Do you have a problem with this?" She asked him.

"With what, my Que-"

"You know what, don't act stupid, you are a smart man, you know why you are here."

"Do I have a problem with your relationship with Jon Snow?" He said, slowly.

"Yes,"

"Well, It's not that I have a problem with it, I just want you to have clear mind, we are getting ready to go up against a giant supernatural force, and even if we survive that, surely we would march on King's Landing to take the throne for you, and I just think it would be more profitable that you remained celibate for the time being, so you had no other distractions, focus the task at hand, love is the enemy of war, you don't need to be thinking about how much you love him, instead think about how much you want to prevail against the forces that wish you to perish," He finished.

The room was completely silent, Daenerys' wasn't as mad as before. Because she thought he actually made a good point, but did that change the way she felt about Jon Snow? She wasn't sure, could she just stop seeing him?, she felt as if she almost was addicted to him. She didn't know if she could just let go of him.

Jon could tell that Daenerys was deep in thought, as he also was. He just became so confused, he didn't know what to think. He was so sure of their relationship before, but It's not like he could forget about her, considering he thought he might actually be in love with her. But what Varys said made sense to him, so he had no idea what to do. His rational mind told him Varys was right and they shouldn't be doing this, but his heart and soul wouldn't let it happen, wouldn't let her go. Jon and Daenerys had mentally, came to the same conclusion. They understood what Varys said, even realized he may be right. But they didn't care, what they had was real, and even though they had never told each other, they knew it may be love.

Varys smiled, because he could tell what he said had made sense to them.

Daenerys was first to break the silence, "You may be right, but I don't care," She looked at Jon smiling, "It might not be the best time for this, but I don't care."

Varys expression changed to a frown, knowing there was nothing he could he could do to change their relationship. In fact, he actually may have pushed them closer together, which was the opposite of his intentions. He got the message, he could tell, they wanted to be alone, so he turned and left. Jon and Daenerys were still staring into each other's eyes, no words needed to be said. As soon as the door slammed shut, came into a passionate embrace. Sharing a deep passionate kiss, for several seconds. Until Daenerys pulled away, resting her forehead on his, saying, "I am yours, and you are mine."

Meanwhile, the ship had arrived at White Harbor.

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