A/N: Changed rating to M, as there will be snippets of limes occasionally.

Chapter 4: Dragon Queen

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Silhouetted by the moon, a solitary figure stood in the window, overlooking the cliff top to the ocean below. A soft wind blew through the air causing her silvery hair to dance. She stood bare, relishing in the coolness of the breeze. Three days had passed since the alliance with the Tyrells' was agreed upon. They would arrive tomorrow to overlook final preparations for the wedding, which would take place three days from now. Dany had been quick to fortify their alliance through marriage. She was broken from her reverie when fingers skimmed across her stomach.

"The bath is ready," A husky voice taunted her ear before she was hoisted into a pair of strong arms. She laughed, arms circling his neck. Dany looked into the brown eyes of Jon Stark as he watched her thoughtfully. "Is something troubling you?"

"No," Dany assured quickly, her slender fingers tangled into his dark locks; she pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'm happier than I could ever be."

"Good," Jon whispered, his nose glided up the column of her neck, savoring her scent. He carried her to the joining room of their chambers, a large circular tub rested in the middle, made of the whitest marble. Jon perched her on the smooth stone, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. Dany hummed in bliss, she turned and slid into the steaming water with a soft hiss.

She looked over her shoulder with an elfin smile, "Will you join me, Lord Stark?" She questioned with a mischievous gleam to her blue hues.

Jon chuckled as he slid into the water, gliding forward until he stood before her, "Better?" His hushed voice tickled her neck as he pressed a trail of kisses down her silky skin, pausing every now and then to nibble on the sensitized locations only he knew of. Dany moaned into his shoulder, his hands drifted the length of her thighs before lifting her effortlessly, the Targaryen heir's lips parted in a silent inhale of air. He hovered backwards until he could sit, submerged in the shallows of the water. Dany straddled his waist; she could feel his desire for her perched firmly between her legs. She took gratification in his appreciative stare, and the hunger that filled his eyes at the sight of her. Jon's hand floated faintly up her thigh and torso to cup her breast, his mouth latching to the other. His tongue circled the tender flesh, eliciting from his queen a breathy laugh.

"Looking for a meal, my Lord?"

Jon chuckled against her skin, pressing a kiss to the supple flesh. "I'm a bit old for milk, my queen, though I do desire to satisfy my hunger for you."

Daenerys's eyes darkened to a deep violet, she reached up, circling her arms around his neck. "I am yours for the taking, Jon Stark." Jon captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her sweetness, as his hand trailed down the length of her stomach before disappearing below the water. Dany gasped in pleasure against his lips.

Hours later, wrapped in a cloak of dawn light, Dany fiddled with his dark curls, his head resting in her lap. He was awakened to her pressing kisses against his closed eyelids. "Jon," She called to him softly.

"Hmm?" He murmured warmly in return.

"If we have a daughter, I'd like to call her Elaena."

Jon stiffened for a moment, but relaxed just as quickly under her soothing touch. "Dany, are you sure?"

"Yes." She answered solemnly.

Jon sighed into her stomach, his arms carefully woven around her waist. That's how he had been touching her lately, delicately, like she could break. "Thank you." She heard his muffled reply a heartbeat later. Dany stroked a hand through his dark curls, she ached all over pleasantly. "And if it is a son?"

"Rhaegar."

Dany lay down on the bed, allowing sleep to coax her into its coveting slumber. She cast her beloved a sleepy smile as her eyes closed, giving into the darkness. Jon drew her to him, her head tucked securely below his chin. Jon took in the sight of her, she was born a queen. Regal and enigmatic, he had already heard the whispers from Tyrion Lannister; some houses scrutinized her for her independent image, the pure femininity and power she was. Dany was the embodiment of fire, a true dragon. She would be no submissive queen, if needed; he knew she would rule with blood and fire as her last resort, though he prayed it never come to that. His beautiful dragon looked to him to be her equal as her king, not her master. He would die before he tried to tame the wild flame that was Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen.

The soft croons and the softness of a tongue to her hand woke Dany; she looked up to see bright green eyes staring back at her, a mane of black surrounding the delicate orbs. A black nose prodded her cheek, a whine emitting from the large creature. "Shaggydog," Dany murmured affectionately, she reached out a hand, scratching its neck. "Is time to get up?" The direwolf tilted its head, Dany smiled. Twisting in a cocoon of sheets, she turned to her slumbering lover. She brushed a few straying curls from his face, leaning down to plant a tender kiss to his lips, to coax him to awaken. He began to stir, eyelids rising to expose brooding brown orbs, dazed with sleep. He offered her a lazy smile; the single act stole the breath from her lungs.

"Good morning," Jon spoke quietly, voice slightly rasped with sleep. He leaned up to capture her lips in a kiss. Dany laughed as he rolled them over, his body hovering over hers. "I could certainly get used to this."

"Hmm," Dany whispered, his body molded to hers as his frame pressed hers into the softness of the sheets and bed. She relished in the feel of his skin. "I already am." He ravished her lips, desire flared in both of them. His tongue brushed against her lips, which instinctively parted to his invasion. With great strength of will, he reluctantly withdrew his lips from hers, pausing only to press a sweet kiss to her lips once more. "Jon, I wish to announce to the people of Westeros that they have a king."

"Dany," The wariness in Jon's eyes saddened her. "Are you sure?"

"Of course," Dany reached out a delicate hand to cup his cheek. "You will the noblest king Westeros has ever had."

"What if they don't accept me?"

"I will." She assured, taking his hand to lie against her stomach. "And so will our child."

Jon sighed, "I will do whatever you want of me."

"I want you to be happy."

Pressing his forehead against his tenderly, he vowed softly, "You make me happiest man in the world."

Dany flushed, hugging him. "They will love you as I do, I promise."

Dany entered The Great Hall, gazing upon the iron throne. Her conquest was nearly complete. Dressed in an ethereal pink gown, she sat on the iron throne, watching as the doors opened to reveal the Tyrell family, to her side stood the Starks, Tyrion, and Ser Barristan, and the direwolves. Lady Olenna stepped forward, nodding curtly in greeting.

"Welcome," Dany beamed politely. "I am happy to see you all made it safely."

"Queen Daenerys Targaryen," An older man spoke, bowing respectfully. Dany tilted her head knowingly, the Warden of the South, Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell. "Truly it is an honor to be in your presence."

"As it is mine," Dany smiled kindly. "I welcome you to King's Landing."

"Thank you my queen," Mace bowed once more. "My mother informed me of the agreement to our alliance."

The Targaryen queen raised a brow, "Is there something you wish to discuss about the arrangement?"

"Yes," He spoke as Lady Olenna snorted. "You arrangement for my sweet Margaery to marry the noble Robb Stark is very kind. But, I see you have no husband; I know my Loras would make a fine husband."

"Westeros already has a king," Dany spoke regally. "Jon Stark."

"But he's a bastard!"

"You choose to speak boldly Lord Tyrell, but know this, speak out again and I shall have your tongue." The coldness in her voice shredded his vocals to pieces.

"I'm sorry, my queen, I beg your pardon!"

"Ser Loras will be part of Kingsguard, under the authority of Lord Commander Ser Barristan."

"As you wish," Mace vowed, flashing a glare at Jon.

"Good," Dany stood, a smile gracing her lips. "Come, it's time Westeros knew its king, and the future rulers of Winterfell and Highgarden."

Quietly everyone followed the queen, Lady Olenna smiling in amusement as her son whispered to himself. They eventually arrived to the Great Sept of Baelor, Dany continued until she stood before the doors that led to the exterior of the sept. "This is where the wedding shall be held," Dany's voice was clipped as she regarded the small group through narrowing eyes. She held out her hand to Margaery and Robb, "It's time for Westeros to meet their new Warden of the north and south." She stepped forward, taking Jon's hand and guiding him to where Margaery and his brother stood waiting. Dany leaned in to his side, whispering warmly into his ear, "The people get to meet his king." She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. The large doors opened and the four stepped forward as the direwolves pooled behind them to overlook a mass of bodies, whispers rose, some in excitement at the sight of their queen, others in fear as loud screeches thundered overhead. A large shadow engulfed the Red Keep. Dany glanced up to see a black body, Balerion.

"How?" Jon murmured to himself as two others flew behind the 'black dread', Rhaegal and Viserion.

"A bond is formed between dragons and their masters," Dany explained softly. "A mental link is created if the bond is great enough, and through it the dragons can be summoned or given commands without uttering a word. It's proven quite convenient at times."

Jon chuckled quietly, "You never fail to amaze me."

"Nor do you," Dany smiled faintly. "Rhaegal seems to have formed a bond with you, I did not summon him."

"What?"

Dany's violet eyes gleamed with mirth, "Perhaps you called for him subconsciously, as you do Ghost at times. You once told me you have the abilities of a warg, to enter the minds of animals."

"Yes, but only with Ghost."

"Maybe not," Dany whispered, taking his hand. "The blood of the dragon riders of Old Valyria runs in your veins as it does mine."

"Dany."

"We will speak more of this later," She promised as she turned to the people of Westeros. "Blood of my blood, I gather you here to make a declaration. Three days from now, the north and south will be unified. Robb Stark of Winterfell will marry Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden." Cheers erupted from the masses, Robb and Margaery exchanged glances as she smiled and waved out to the people.

"They seemed pleased with their new warden," Margaery laughed sweetly.

"As well as the future Lady of Winterfell," Robb inserted with a kind smile.

A clatter was heard as her dragons landed on the towers of the Red Keep, overlooking the sea of people, who gasped in fright. Balerion released a shrill cry. Dany raised a hand silencing any cries of horror that may burst from the bodies below. "They will not harm you," She reminded softly. "My children will protect you all." All three of her dragons roared, their leathery wings fanning out majestically. The people of King's Landing broke into applause and a barrage of praise. "Westeros will have a king, a man of two noble houses, of House Stark of the north, and of House Velaryon of Old Valyria, my husband, Jon Stark." Whispers broke out, some in shock and others in admiration. Jon stood at Dany's side, wary eyes looking at the hundreds of faces gathered below him. Daenerys squeezed his hand in comfort, her imperial gaze never faltering. Jon smiled ever so slightly. Slowly, like a brewing storm, the people hailed their new king with hollers and wails of delight. A croon rumbled in Rhaegal's belly. Together, the four waved to the people of King's Landing. Dany's hand rose to rest against her stomach as Jon watched on tenderly.

After a few more moments they retreated back into the Red Keep, Shaggydog immediately flanked Dany's side, while Lady, Summer, and Grey Wind followed Robb to his father's side. Mace turned to look curiously at the queen, "Your Grace, surely your dragons do not remain within King's Landing?"

Dany turned to gaze at him, "No, my dragons have taken residence upon the Island of Dragonstone."

"That can't be," Mace began with widened eyes. "Stannis Baratheon is the ruler of that island."

"Stannis Baratheon was," Her eyes darkened to violet. "He and his men were killed by my dragons, his castle destroyed."

"That can't be."

"He threatened to take my dragons," Dany began icily. "Death by fire is the purest death; that is what his red priestess once said I am told. So, that is what I gave them, they died screaming."

"But why, he would have pledged his allegiance!" Mace demanded, unable to comprehend his queen's words.

"His brother sought to destroy all who bore the name Targaryen, myself included, and he threatened to take my dragons, those were reasons enough." As she spoke she tasted the venom in her mouth, recalling the memory. With morbid composure she said, "Any who choose to defy me will share the same fate, a death of blood and fire."

Ned fought off a shudder, he may have not been fond of Stannis, but he had been a Baratheon. An ominous silence flooded the sept; Lady Olenna spoke up, "Well then, the past is the past. No sense in mulling over what has passed."

"Grandmother is right father," Margaery cut in skillfully. "It is not our place to question our queen's decisions, only to support them."

"Yes, of course." Mace murmured, bowing deeply. "I offer my sincerest apologies, Your Grace."

"Think nothing of it," Dany mused after a pause. "I do not feel accomplished in taking others' lives, but if needed be I will do what is best for the people of Westeros."

Satisfied with her answer, Mace Tyrell nodded, "Well said, my queen. It appears all is in order for the wedding to commence."

"Yes it is," The Targaryen heir assured after a moment.

"Now then," Lady Olenna began with a coy smile. "I think it's time we all had a bite to eat."

Dany cast the elderly woman a smile, "As you wish Lady Olenna."

As the three families gathered in the large garden as food, and drinks were served. Dany sat at a table with Jon, Ned, the Tyrells, Ser Barristan, Tyrion, and Lord Varys, while Margaery and Robb were given a table to themselves to become better acquainted.

Margaery cast the older Stark a glance, a tiny smile touching her rosy lips, "You have feelings for her don't you?"

Robb turned to her sharply; eyes widened ever so slightly, "I don't understand."

"Queen Daenerys," Margaery began unconvinced by his act. "You have feelings for her."

"What makes you think so?"

"You can't stop staring at her." The Tyrell heir finished softly. "She is glorious."

"I've never met anyone like her," Robb confessed quietly, toying with an apple, unable to meet the pretty brunette's gaze.

"Nor have I," Margaery agreed, casting a warm glance at the queen. "She is kind, and strong, not many women are to be so and be accepted so lovingly."

"Yes," Robb murmured more to himself.

Margaery sighed gently, "I will never be able to be her." She gently reminded him.

Robb looked at her, stunned, before his gaze gentled. "I would never ask that of you, Margaery. You are who you are, and Dany is who she is. I would never expect you to change."

The Tyrell woman promised, "That is very kind of you to say, Lord Stark. All I can truly you promise you is my loyalty, to always be at your side."

"Thank you," Robb's smiled kindly. "Those words are the greatest gift to any man from his wife."

Margaery stood, looking warmly upon him, as she whispered, "Maybe with time you could grow to love me as you do her." Robb's expression softened as he watched her walk away. He heard a soft drone, glancing down he stroked Grey Wind's head, whispering affectionately to his wolf. The Stark heir glanced over to his wife-to-be; he truly was a lucky man. Margaery Tyrell was beautiful, clever, kind, and strong. She was essentially perfect, and she would be his.

Dany stood before her window, removing the lace of her gowns, and letting it drop until it pooled around her feet. The setting sun's light caused her milky skin to glow, her hair shining like tendrils of white fire. She watched in the distant the shadows of her dragons flying back to Dragonstone, their rightful home. She turned to Jon, eyes mystified by thoughts that would not seem to release him. Lost in his own realm, he nearly missed the subtle brush of her warm fingers against his cheek, drawing his attention instantly. "You had me worried for a moment," She leaned up, brushing her lips against his briefly as their noses grazed; their eyes half-lidded, and the warmth of their breath lingering between them. She lead him to the bed, reaching down to push away the blankets, she guided him to sit. Without word he did so. She lifted the hem of his chemise, coaxing him to raise his arms and he did so, she discarded it to the floor. Dany sealed her lips over his, pressed her hands to his shoulders, and used the weight of her body to push down onto the softness of the bed. Jon turned them, so she lay beneath him, and she laughed.

"Are you sure the dragons will survive on Dragonstone?"

Dany raised a brow, running a hand through his dark curls, "Is that what had you so concerned? They will be fine. When many dragons still existed, wild dragons made their lairs in the caverns of Dragonmont, and it was near the sea, where food is plenty." A soft glimmer entered his love's eyes. "And it appears there may be more dragons to come."

Jon gazed lovingly down at his own dragon, "What makes you think so?"

"Viserion requires a new name," Dany began with a soft smile. "Visenya will do. She will lay eggs soon."

Jon looked startled, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Dany whispered as she leaned up, their skins brushing. "And I believe Balerion is the father."

"Dragons will return to Westeros."

"They will," Dany assured darkly. "And they will be under my command."

End of Chapter!

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