Hey guys! So this chapter is more of a deeper insight of the characters feelings!

Chapter Nine

Dany

Dany was preparing herself to meet her future husband who would be arriving this afternoon. She had soaked in a scolding, hot bath-pool scented with the nicest of fragrances. Her handmaidens cleansed her hair with beautiful aromas and dabbed at her wrists and neck with a vile of perfume that was sure to attract a man. Instead of wearing her usual black attire, she decided to wear a silk chiffon gown coloured of the lightest lavender that brought out the colour of her violet eyes. Misandei helped her into it and gasped at her appearance.

"You look stunning your grace..." Misandei said. It had been a long time since Dany had worn anything that wasn't black. Dany turned to look at herself in the mirror and smiled.

"Thank you Misandei, will you help me to do my hair?" she asked nicely. Misandei nodded at her request and gently stroked a brush through Dany's long silver-blonde platinum hair. Misandei braided half of it into segments, securing it with a dragon pin at the back just as the Queen liked it.

"Are you nervous your grace?" Misandei asked as she rested her silver dragon necklace around her neck. Dany sighed.

"Yes..." she shyly admitted as she began to fiddle with her ring. All night she had spent thinking about the King in the North. All that she knew about him was his name and that he was a bastard and a few kind facts about him from Tyrion, but that was it. She thought about the raven of her proposal she had sent to him and now she felt cruel. She wished she hadn't threatened him, now she feared that he was only marrying her out of fear. She was afraid that Jon Snow would now think her mean-hearted for having said that she would take what is hers with fire and blood. 'I hope he does not think I am anything like my father.' she thought.

"I'm sure everything will turn out perfectly your grace. I hear that Jon Snow is a kind man with a gentle heart." Misandei said.

Dany had heard the same. She thought back to the day of when she was sold to the Dothraki, to be married to Khal Drogo who terrified her at first sight. Dany prayed to the seven that Jon Snow wouldn't be terrifying and that all she had heard about him was true. A knock at the door broke her from her thoughts.

"Lord Tyrion is here to see you your grace." one of her Queen's Guard said.

"Send him in." Dany replied. Tyrion walked through the door and smiled when he saw his Queen.

"Uhhh... beautiful. Jon Snow is a lucky man." Tyrion said walking over to the small table where a goblet of wine was waiting for him. Dany gave a slight smile and Tyrion noticed how nervous she was.

"It will all be alright. I'll be with you the entire time, and Misandei, and Ser Jorah." Tyrion assured her. Dany thought about Ser Jorah. She didn't know his opinions on the matter. She remembered the day when he had told her that he loved her and now anytime she was around him he would be acting edgy around her.

"I was hoping that Ser Jorah would be the one to give me away... since my father's gone." Dany said.

"I'm sure he would love the honour." Tyrion sipped his wine. He had also sensed the awkward vibes.


Later that day Dany found Ser Jorah sitting on the stone steps in the Throne Room that had been decorated for a grand banquet to celebrate the engagement. Soon the three-headed dragon banners that draped along the walls would be greeted by dire wolf ones. Dany walked through the rows of tables, Jorah glanced over to her then quickly looked away.

"You look beautiful your grace." Jorah quietly said. Dany sat by his side and looked at his face. He averted eye contact. She could tell that he was not very happy that she would be married to someone else.

"Jorah," Dany spoke. A few moments passed until he raised his head to look up at his Queen. She looked right into his eyes and saw the sadness that hid behind them.

"Khaleesi..." Jorah said.

"I know that you are in love with me, and I love you too, but not as a woman loves a man... I love you as my dearest friend. I don't want to ever break that bond. Do you understand me?" Dany asked solemnly. Jorah looked away, looking around the Throne Room, he then turned back to her and nodded. Dany placed her palm on his cheek.

"Would you do me the honour, of giving me away to Jon Snow at our wedding?" she asked him. "You are my best friend, there is no one else that I would rather than you." she said to him. Jorah felt hurt but also touched. He reached up to her hand and kissed her ring.

"The honour would be mine Khaleesi." Jorah said. Dany smiled at him gratefully. Jorah held a special place in her heart that no one could ever replace.


Jon

Jon could not recall the last time he had felt so warm. As they rode further South and further away from the North, the heat grew warmer by the day. It had been a four days ride on the Kings Road with no trouble at all. The sun was at it's peak and the sky was a clear blue. As they were getting closer to the gates of Kings Landing, Jon was beginning to feel nervous. He looked behind him at the thirty men he had brought with him and thought perhaps Sansa was right, maybe he should have brought more men. He didn't know what to expect, right now he could be walking into a trap. If the Dragon Queen was anything like her father who had burned Jon's grandfather and Uncle alive, Jon feared for his life and the for the lives of his people.

When Jon and his men had stopped to dine and rest at an inn, he overheard some men gossiping about how beautiful the Queen was and how kind and gentle her heart was. He had heard that she had offered her ring to a peasant man and that the idiot rejected it, but the only thing that stood out to Jon was that she had burned and fed three of her own men to her dragons. No matter how many kind words people had to say about the Dragon Queen, none would convince Jon that she had a kind-heart. The letters she had sent him were all full of demands and threats that Jon was certain she was as ugly as her heart was. 'You don't have to love her, you only have to marry her.' Jon told himself. It helped to calm his nerves but yet also dishonoured him.

"Now remember, do not rush into asking her to send her forces North to help fight the Night King." Davos started. He was seated atop his horse next to Jon. "First you need to wed her and gain her trust. If you rush into it she will probably think you are mad or you'll make it obvious that you only want to wed her for her armies and dragons." Davos finished. Jon was listening but he only stared ahead. Davos glanced at him.

"You nervous?" he asked curious why Jon was not speaking. Jon only shrugged and Davos knew straight away that he was. Jon had only one thought on his mind and that was his love Ygritte. He was so close to meeting his future bride to be. He had rode out of the gates of Winterfell with courage at his back, thinking he was doing the right thing and now he didn't know if he could follow through with this marriage. It felt wrong for both himself and the Queen. He still loved Ygritte and had still not gotten over her and it felt wrong to wed the Queen only for her forces.

"It will all be fine. You only have to marry her and you don't need to love her." Davos said to him. Jon felt sad. This was wrong. A man should love his wife otherwise his vows would be spoken without honour and his marriage might as well be a lie. Jon had told himself that he was marrying her for the North, for his people. Now he was beginning to wonder what kind of man that made him.

Jon looked up and saw the Red Keep atop of the hill in the distance. At last they had arrived at Kings Landing.

Sorry this was published late! For those who are hardcore Jon and Dany shippers and those who are fans of romance fanfic, the next chapter is the one for you guys! ;)