OHH ?so you have emotions when reading this! good I am glad your angry at Jon, means my writing is getting under your skin, but frankly in real life finding this out someone is allowed to have these feelings anger and taking it out on the wrong person. I wanted you to feel these emotions I had every intention of it. I wouldn't be doing a good job if I wasn't provoking emotion out of you, are you ready? Good buckle up. Here we go.

000

Jon had left his room making his way to the Great Hall where everyone was awaiting his presence after many long months away. Sadly, though he was not greeting them with news that they would enjoy hearing. Jon entered the Great Hall he glanced at the table to his left ahead of him where Sansa and Bran sat quietly. Jon saw Sansa's worried face surely, she didn't know about his parentage before him and Bran who was emotionless blank. Jon's eyes caught Dany's for just a moment and he saw her eyes were red from crying. He couldn't help himself the moment she had come into his room after he had just found out about his parentage she had seen the worst side of him the side he never shows.

Gods I hurt her. Then he felt a heat wash over him as her eyes lingered with his, how could we still love her like this even now. Feeling shameful he looked away from her.

Jon looked around the room and heard hoots and hollers of…" its good to see you King Snow! Back in the North he is!"

Sansa sat waiting for it to all come crashing down waiting for Jon to admit he bent the knee to Queen Daenerys that he was in love with the Queen as he just told her not an hour ago in the crypts in private. She was waiting for Jon to inform the Lords he had demoted himself back to Warden of the North.

Then Jon spoke his strong northern accent bounding against the stone walls.

"It is good to be home, but we are not home free yet I fear I do not come with you with happy news one of which I'm sure you have already heard of and one of which I have only become aware moments before greeting you."

Jon braced himself "the Night King makes great headway to us he has destroyed Karhold he will be here within days maybe tomorrow I cannot say except for us to be ready to fight to the death."

Silence hit the halls suffocating them "the Night King has hundreds of thousands in his army and he now has the greatest threat to us if all he has killed one of Daenerys dragons, he now rides and commands an undead dragon".

Cries of disbelieve around him, he spoke louder "I will introduce you now to Queen Daenerys Targaryen rightful heir to the iron throne she has come far and save many lives overcome many obstacles to claim her birthright, before meeting you today I had given up my claim to the North because I believe she will make a good Queen for our kingdom she wants peace and she is a better choice than cersei, our only choice" Jon stated.

Dany was so confused by his words was this all show or how he truest still felt? "Moments ago, I found out some news of myself," Jon paused his audience now eager.

"Lyanna Stark was my mother, I found out that my mother was not kidnapped, not rapped as history has whispered to us. Lyanna was betrothed to Robert Baratheon, she was not in love with him but with another, she ran off with him and married him in secret." Jon couldn't believe the words that he was just going to say out loud.

"Lyanna Stark Wed Rheagar Targaryen after he had his first married annulled, Lyanna is my mother and Rhaegar Targaryen ….is my father."

Gasps, shocked cries of disbelief, outrage filled the Great Hall.

Jon knew this was coming, he looked at Sansa…nope the look on her face told him that she did not know before he did.

Lord Glover said, "What is this nonsense you are no Targaryen!"

Bran broke his silence, "This is not non-sense Lord Glover, Jon's real name is Aegon Targaryen, he is the Heir to the Iron Throne, he is trueborn and he is a Stark, he has always been a Stark he was never a bastard, I saw this information because I am the Three-eyed raven, I saw Rhaegar wed Lyanna, SamWell Tarly has proof of Jon's true born parentage. Ned Stark hid this secret to keep my cousin safe."

Jon heard him say MY cousin. That hurt, to Jon Bran would always be his brother.

"Lord Glover, I am aware that this news is hard to take in I have yet to wrap my head around it myself, once you said that a Targaryen cannot be trusted, Well I am a Targaryen so fate has it I am also a Stark, all my life all I have ever wanted was to be a Stark, not a bastard but a Stark, now I am."

"I never wanted to be King, you all offered this great responsibility on me and I accepted it, I accepted it because I love my Home, Winterfell the North is my Home." Jon was standing in the isle between the Lords walking up and down now looking at the Lords faces.

"I do not want to be the King of the Iron Throne, Daenerys has earned that right on her own and I support her claim."

Then Jon didn't expect this Lyanna Mormont had been quiet this whole time but now he heard her voice.

"Jon is the son of the North he always has been, even when we knew him a bastard of Ned Stark. Bear Island will always stand behind the North. Jon's blood is the blood of Kings it always has been, before the Targaryen's the Starks were Kings. Jon has only ever been but Honest to us, Targaryen or Stark makes no difference you are our King!" Lyanna Mormont said passionately. "I said it once and I will say it again, we know no king but the King in the North whose name is Stark! Ned Stark's blood still runs through his veins. He's my king from this day until his last day."

Jorah Mormont smiled, what a strong young lady his cousin was bolder than over half the men in that room and four times younger their age.

Jon was taken aback by her words of assurance. Humbled. His blood was of Kings before his father Rhaegar.

The Lords talked among themselves and then slowly cries of agreement.

"Here, Here"

"I'll Drink to that."

"Aye." "Stark, Targaryen"

"Looks just like Lyanna."

Daenerys spoke now her voice strong, confident.

"I am Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Jon has recently just informed me of this information and I want to assure you that I have every intention of having the North be Independent from the other 6 Kingdoms, Jon has explained he does not want the Iron Throne."

Sansa could hardly believe this, this was the first time she had heard this woman speak, yet she wondered how in the world Jon could make this decision so quickly. Sansa stood up and said, "Jon are you sure? Maybe you should think about this take some time…"

Jon looked at Sansa and said, "I am already sure, I have been sure."

Sansa asked, "So you will remain King in the North?"

"Yes, I will, Daenerys will rule her 6 kingdoms". Jon said feeling empty, thinking of a life without Dany in the South, as a King he would have to take a wife. A King needed heirs.

Jon heard Dany's voice, "Jon will continue the Targaryen Dynasty."

Jon was the only person that really understood the secret meaning behind her words. He was the only one that could have children so he would have to take a wife.

Echoed in the Great Hall were cheers of Joy, for the North was Independent again officially for has it had not been in hundreds of years.

"My lords I have had a long trip here and I will see you in the morning, for now we need to be ready for the Night King."

Jon left the Great Hall, looking like a King with many thoughts on his mind, on his shoulders not only lie many wolf furs but the worries and responsibilities now of a True Born King. All he wanted right now was to sleep, but his heart was heavy. He had thought these many months

000

(Two Weeks later)

Dany met with a handmaid of the castle who was a midwife in the North, Dany had her summoned in secret. To confirm what she had thought for years now to be the impossible.

"Aright my dear now when was your last blood?" the maid Tessa asked.

"Well over a month." Dany replied.

Tessa, examined Queen Daenerys for many moments.

"Your yoke has changed." Tessa said frankly, "Aye, yes you best be telling the father, you are with child my lady…excuse me Queen Daenerys." Correcting herself.

"Thank you and this is between us." Dany handed the handmaid a hefty bag of gold. She had chosen to ask the handmaid because frankly she didn't know sam and she knew Sam and Jon were very close friends.

This meant that Dany was about a month along, not quiet out of the zone of safety, for a woman could still lose a child this early on.

Dany's heart throbbed filling the loneliness inside of her, she was with child. Jon's Child. They had hardly spoken since he had found out about his parentage. He was cordial enough of course, every day he seemed friendlier with her…she had noticed there were many times when he would catch her eye and look away. He was Kind enough to her, but before there was passion, passion that had made this baby inside her and she wanted that back.

Of course, he was now busy with all their armies reading for the Night King and had many responsibilities as King. He seemed to be handling everything with grace even under the stress, her heart wanted to reach out to him, tell him that everything would be fine.

The last time she saw him was yesterday, in the Strategy room discussing battle plans. Tyrion surely had noticed their falling out, and likely to save her more heart break mentioned nothing of it to her and for that she was grateful.

000

(That same night)

Sansa approached Jon in his study room he was up late going over battle plans.

"Jon," she said softly as to not startle him. She knew it had taken him longer than expected to accept his parentage but he finally had, yet he was still undeniably miserable, someone had to do something about it since he was too stupid too.

Jon looked up at his sister, now cousin, though she would always be his sister. They still called each other brother and sister even now.

"ello sister what are you doing up this late?" he said.

"I need to speak with you." She said, sitting in the chair by the fire next to his desk.

"Weeks ago you told me that I needed to accept Daenerys, yet I find from much observation that you seem distant from her, you told me in the crypts that you love her." She said confused.

Jon said nothing his face pained.

"Are you happy Jon?" she asked simply "Because the moment you told me you were in love well it was the happiest I had seen you in years, ever really."

"Are you happy?" Sansa asked again not relenting to his silence.

Jon Sighed heavily burdened, "Noh".

"If you miss her than why are you pushing her away?" she asked again trying to get to the bottom of this to help him, the North would not be well if its King was not.

"I don't know…" he said.

"Because I love her, I know it is the Targaryen way to take family and wed them, but it is Not the Stark way, the Northern Lords would not approve we do not need shame on the Stark name. " Jon said sadly.

"OHH for fucks Sake Jon, to Hell with the Northern Lords! you rule the North yes! But that does not mean you let them claim your happiness!"

Jon raised his eye brows rubbed his scruffy chin surprised at his sister's outburst.

"Jon you are a Stark and a Targaryen, Targaryen's are known for their intermarriages, this is not unknown." She said, hoping he was getting the point.

"Aye, this came to me shortly after I found out, but by then….its my fault I was angry and I pushed her away…now I fear she will not have me anyway."

"And how do you know this have you spoken to her?!" Sansa was rolling her eyes at her brothers stupidity in women.

"No I haven't, we have talked of strategy and other things briefly but it hasn't been the same since…"

"Good Gods how do you expect to resolve this if you do not speak to the woman?" Sansa exclaimed.

Jon was Silent. The fire crackled wood fell apart sending a rush of heat threw the room.

"I should speak to her." He said as if convincing himself.

"Yes, you should have many weeks ago." She smiled.

"But in the Great hall the day I came back and spoke with the Northern Lords…she said Jon will carry on the Targaryen Dynasty, I thought that was her way of telling me that she was ending our…she has told me she can't have children so I thought that was her way of saying I needed to take a wife"

"Oh Jon, no no, that is not what she meant, well partially, she wanted to know you still chose her." Sansa said quietly pondering over the romance of it once she pieced it all together.

"I should speak with her," Jon stood up abruptly "Thank you sweet sister." He kissed her forehead.

When he pulled away and walked to the door, Horns …..War Horns blasted all around them, loud and thunderous.

Jon turned back to her instinctively his hand reached for the hilt of his sword. Their eyes met an they both knew.

Jon's eyes widened. "The Night King is here."