"Gendy?" Arya asked as she looked up at Jon "He's alive?" she asked in disbelief. Jon nodded, "He should be by the forge. He's going to be Dany- Queen Daenery's Royal Blacksmith. You can go see him." he explained. Arya smiled and hugged her brother's waist "Thank you..." she whispered, Jon smiled and kissed the crown of her forehead. Arya walked off speedily.

Jon turned back to Dany, she grinned devilishly at the Stark "I don't think I can wait much longer." she murmured as she placed her hands on the scruff of his beard, Jon placed his hands on the sides of her hips. She leaned into his lips and kissed him, Jon's lips stretched into a smile as she pulled away. Dany's hands drifted up his tunic and she ran her fingers over the lines of his scars on his stomach.

Robb walked into the room "Queen Dae-" he stopped and blinked as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. Jon's face went to a dark red as Dany retracted her hands from him "Yes?" she asked as her cheeks became pink. Robb coughed and looked toward the ground "Umm... Your Grace, Ser Jorah has returned." he explained, Jon still looked away from his brother. Dany nodded "Thank you, Lord Stark... I shall see to him in a moment." she stated, Robb nodded and swiftly made his way out of the room.

"Well... Looks like our secret is out." he stated with a small chuckled, Dany turned to him "You don't think he'll tell anyone?" she asked. Jon chuckled "Trust me, I know my brother - he has a bigger mouth on him than the people at King's Landing." he stated. Dany shrugged "Let them talk." she dismissed "Now, where were we." she whispered and leaned into the bastard once more.

Tyrion tapped his foot impatiently, he looked over at Jorah who had been looking at his forearm for the past half hour "Your Queen isn't very punctual." he remarked as he gulped down a sip from his cup. Jorah looked over at the dwarf and glared "Silence, she will come." he hissed. Tyrion softened his face "Are you sure they didn't touch you?" he asked, Jorah didn't answer as he rose from his chair and bowed at the Dragon Queen as she entered the room with Jon Snow in toe.

"My Queen." he said as he lifted his head, Dany smiled "It's good to see you return safely." she stated, Jorah nodded. "And you must be Tyrion Lannister." she stated turning to the man who took another swig from his cup "Yes, My Lady, and I am very interested to hear your offer - Varys says it'll be one I can't refuse." he said with a smile. The Imp inspected the woman closely, her silver hair caught his eye in particular - it was a beauty, but it seemed to be a mess, like someone had their hands on it.

Then his eyes turned to Jon Snow, Tyrion smiled and nodded at him "Bastard." he stated.

Jon smiled back "Imp." he said with a nod. "I must say it's good to see a Lannister that I don't want to kill." Jon added.

Tyrion smirked "It's good to see you too, Bastard." he turned his attention back to Dany who had seated across from Tyrion. "Your brother killed my father and your family supported the usurper in his claim to the throne." she stated. Tyrion gave her a disarming smile "The Lannister's were loyal to House Targaryen once. They could be once more." he stated "I have no love for my family - I killed my father before leaving King's Landing and I would like nothing more than to kill my bitch sister." he explained.

"To be frank, Your Grace, I play the game well - and I would be a useful ally to have." he explained. Dany rose her brow "What game might that be?" she asked, Tyrion chuckled "The game of thrones, Your Grace." he said, taking another sip "If you would have me - I could see to it that you win the game." he explained. Dany stroked her chin "What might you have to offer? I have dragons, Lord Tyrion, and an army." she stated.

Tyrion nodded "True, but I know what the Crown has - The weak points of the walls guarding King's Landing, I know the underground passageways... I know where they keep the Wildfire." he stated. "The Crown used the last of the Wildfire in the battle against Stannis." Jon pointed out. Tyrion nodded "Yes, that's what they would like you to believe - There are a massive amount of reserves right under The Iron Throne - The Mad King himself had it placed there." he explained.

Jorah nodded at the Queen "That could be a problem... they could burn a pit around the walls, preventing the Dothraki from taking the city." he pointed out. Tyrion placed his cup on the table "I am not a master of War like The Young Wolf or most of the Dothraki, but I have a proposal." he stated, Dany leaned in to listen to the Imp.

"If we could sneak in through the underground systems and ignite the Wildfire and blow The Red Keep to hell." he stated, Jorah scoffed "King's Landing is the capital and the Iron Throne is there, if we were to burn the city to the ground, how would the queen take the throne?" he asked. Tyrion leaned back into his chair and picked his cup back up "It's simple... we don't." he stated as took a gulp.

"We would burn the Red Keep to the ground and evacuate the city and then we watch it burn." he explained. Dany rose her brow "Where would I house my rule?" she asked, Tyrion chuckled "That is the easiest part." he turned his head to Jon "Isn't it Lord Snow?" he asked with a smirk.

"The North is the largest Kingdom, by far, and Winterfell's Castle is bigger than the Red Keep itself. Take the power away from the South and destroy King's Landing, The Northerners would rally behind Jon Snow and Robb Stark - they would never rebel like they did when Robb Stark tried to take the Throne, it would also put some of the most powerful armies at your command." he reasoned.

Dany shook her head "The North would never accept me as Lady of Winterfell." she pointed out. Tyrion nodded "They wouldn't." he agreed "That is why you could marry Jon Snow... er, Jon Stark." he stated. Jorah dropped his jaw "You two are fucking, correct?" he asked. "Curve your tounge, Imp." Jorah growled, but then noticed both Jon and Dany were blushing harshly.

"As Jorah told me, Robb Stark named Jon his successor as King in the North, I doubt The Young Wolf would want the marriage even if you offered it to him. But Jon Snow is very taken with you and he is the son of Eddard Stark." he stated "Jon Snow is a fair and gentle soul, he could be a good King at your side, but more importantly - The North would follow him and in result, follow you." he explained as he finished and took another sip.

Dany bit her lip to hold back a smile - the thought of it pleased her, she at Winterfell with Jon at her side, her King. She glanced back at Jon "I guess I better get used to the cold."

A Few Hours Later

Jon stood outside of Dany's room with only his tunic and some breeches on, Dany was sleeping inside and Jon was thirsty. He gulped down the some of the water, Jorah approached him. Jon smiled at the old warrior, "Geetings Jon... I guess I should call you 'My King'." his face shifted when he said My King. Jon shook his head "I'm no King, if Dany decides we to be wed, then I guess I will be a King." he shrugged and took another sip of his water.

"I don't want their to be any hard feelings between us." Jorah offered his hand, Jon smiled and took his grip tightly "None at all." he assured.

Jon went to pull his hand back, but Jorah just pulled him forward. Jon felt a cold stinging in his stomach, he couldn't feel his legs. Jon looked down and saw that Longclaw had entered his chest "For the Queen." Jorah whispered, he retracted the sword from him. Jon fell to his knees and gasped for breath as his blood leaked out onto the floor, Jon dropped his cup and mixture of blood and water covered the floor.

"This isn't personal Jon, but The Queen needs no King, especially not a bastard." he stated as he sheathed the blade. Jon fell face down in a pool of his own blood as his vison started to fade only one thing was on his mind, one person - I'm sorry Dany