Yo.

Sorry about taking a little extra time to get this out, I've been busy as fuck. This chapter jumps around a bit, sorry, but I need to get this shit going.

Turns out, a man loyal to house was minding his own business, until he saw Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen leave the castle together. The Queen's men following, he knew that his Lord was wary of Jon Snow's loyalty to the Targaryen. He figured his Lord would reward him if he told him of what they were doing. So he followed them. He saw them mount the dragon and fly away, and come back. He was able to get away without them seeing him. He went as fast as he could to tell Lord Royce.

When Jon and Daenerys returned to the castle, the meeting began. The room became instantly hushed when Jon rose from his chair. "I have gathered you all here-"

"We know why," Lord Glover said, Jon looked to him sourly.

Lord Royce stood from his seat, "Luckily, one of my men saw you, and the Targaryen girl walking off by yourselves outside of the castle. You can imagine my surprise when he told me that you mounted a dragon? Now," he paused, walking in front of Jon's table, "I've heard of certain people other than Targaryen's riding dragons, but," he pointed at Jon. "Not a northmen, not a real northman at least, that dragon should have eaten you. Or burned you at least, you can try and tell me that it didn't because of the Targaryen. Which might be possible," he grunted. "But I still need you to explain yourself."

Jon and Royce were angrily staring at each other, Jon's fists became clenched and he gritted his teeth. "Lord Royce, I had called you all here to make an announcement. You have interrupted me-"

"I could give two shits, about your damned announcement. I want to know," he motioned to the other northern lords, "Like we all want to know, is how you were able to mount and ride a dragon. How you could not only ride it, but control it. You were steering the beast. I am very curious. The only other story I've heard about a non-Targaryen riding a dragon was a woman who brought it food everyday for god's know how long. I am fairly confident you have not been feeding that dragon. No, there is something different about you, Jon Snow."

The tension in the room was palpable, Sansa was feeling uncomfortable. Only recently learning the truth of Jon's heritage.

Bran was eagerly watching to see what Jon say; Sam was feeling ill, watching the two of them.

At this point, Jon didn't care. He just wanted him out of his face. "You really want to know why I could control a dragon?"

"Aye."

"I am-"

Sansa stood up, "Lord Royce, go back to your seat please."

"My lady-"

"Go."

Lord Royce angrily stamped off back to his seat, sitting down with a plump.

"You have disrespected my brother, and I will not have it any longer. He can be with whomever he wants, it doesn't matter that she is a Targaryen; and all of you will support him. Considering he was our King, and he swore fealty to Daenerys Targaryen. Last time I checked that means the whole north has also swore loyalty. Since Lord Royce decided it was pressing enough to interrupt Jon, you deeply disrespected him. I am disgusted that you would act this way to the man you all proclaimed your King. Now, shut up and listen to him. He has an important thing to tell you all, and not one of you will speak against what he says." Sansa nodded to Jon and sat back down.

Jon silently showed his appreciation to her, clearing his throat. "Many of you have suspected of my relations with.." He paused, "Our Queen," The room erupted in whispers, Jon had to pound his hand on the table to quiet them. "Do not interrupt me again. All of you will be overjoyed to know that you were right. I have had relations with Queen Daenerys, we are in love." He took her hand, and she stood next to him. "We will be married. I will not tell you where or when, simply because I do not want any of you to come. But I assure you, it will be soon. The ones of you we do want to attend, will be informed."

Jorah had seen this coming, he was not surprised. He was happy for Daenerys, happy she had finally found someone. Even though that person wasn't him.

Tyrion was proud of himself, he felt almost next to nothing about Daenerys marrying Jon. But that didn't mean he didn't need to get drunk to forget about it, so he'd feel better.

Lyanna Mormont stood up, "On behalf of the northern lords, I deeply apologize for Lord Royce's disrespect. As always, House Mormont stands with House Stark, and the Targaryen Queen."

Jon nodded, "Thank you, m'lady. This meeting is over."

Before they knew it, the time had come. Soon, Jon and Daenerys would be wed. Snow had began to fall, not heavy enough to be a problem. But enough to notice. Daenerys had been provided a proper northern lady's wedding gown. Jon was growing nervous, as the time for him to marry her got closer; the more nervous he got. Sam tried to console him the best he could.

Sam and Jon stood under the weirwood tree. Davos, Tyrion, Varys, Gilly, Little Sam, Missandei, Bran, and Sansa stood in front of them. The path leading to Jon had been lined with candles in lanterns, it was just enough light up the area. Daenerys thought it would be fitting that Jorah give her away, he was honored to do it. Jorah led her, carrying a lantern. Jon was stunned by how good Daenerys looked in a traditional northern gown. Jon could watch her walk towards him all day. Jon was barely able to tell how quick it was before his Queen stood in front of him. He wrapped his cloak around her, and then their hands joined, Sam began to wrap them together with the ribbon, and they said the words together. "Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger, I am her's and she is mine; from this day, until the end of my days." They stared deeply into each other's eyes, longingly. Only fitting the marriage was sealed with a kiss.

After the marriage, Jon and Daenerys snuck off in full marriage clothing to ride Rhaegal and Drogon.

A week later, Daenerys began to show signs of pregnancy. The maester confirmed it, indeed she was. Jon and Daenerys embraced each other, she cried tears of joy into his chest. Jon tried to hold back the tears, he hadn't thought he would be this excited about being a father. But it wouldn't matter unless they defeated the night king. Later, they were in bed. Holding each other, "If it's a boy, what will be his name?" She asked.

Jon scratched his beard, "I'm not sure." He tried not to think about the impending doom, looming over them. He wanted to be happy for just a bit. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Well you should start, this baby is going to be the greatest ruler this country has ever seen."

"I'd hope so."

"It doesn't have to be a Targaryen like name, you want to name him after you?"

He scoffed, "Aegon or Jon?"

"I think there has been enough Aegon's, how about Jon Targaryen?"

Jon got chills at the thought of a child being named after him. But he did like it. "That actually sounds nice. But what if it's a girl?"

"Well, my mother's name was Rhaella-"

"Rhaella Targaryen," Jon said simply.

She shrugged, "Sound's pretty good to me."

Jon placed his hand on her stomach, and kissed her forehead. "I love you, so much."

She smiled, "I love you more."

Meanwhile, Brienne and Podrick made finally made it back to Winterfell. The snowy roads took longer than expected.

"Brienne, good to see you." Sansa said warmly.

Sansa met them in the courtyard, "M'lady, likewise."

"A lot's happened while you were gone."

"Aye? Like what?"

"Well, for one, my brother married Daenerys Targaryen; she's pregnant."

Brienne was surprised, "Really? I witnessed them talking privately in the dragonpit, but I didn't think anything of it."

"Apparently, they'd had a blooming relationship."

"It's a good thing though isn't it?"

"Yes, it's united the north and the south. Much to the north's resentment."

"I guess that's to be suspected."

"I suppose, oh and Arya, The Hound, and some man named Gendry have been sent on a mission to kill Cersei."

Brienne was seriously surprised this time, "M'lady, how could you let this happen? They will die-"

"I rebuke that, and it needed to be done; as nasty as it is. Cersei has become dangerous, her forces are beginning to grow. She sent Euron Greyjoy to ferry the golden company from Essos, to Westeros. She cannot be allowed to march on us, we cannot fight her and the living dead at the same time. We would surely perish then."

Brienne relented, what Sansa had said made sense and she couldn't deny it. "Glad I didn't see them, I would have turned them back."

Within a day or two, King's Landing would be in sight, it would be a short day's ride from then. They had been making a hard ride, through the snow and it was paying off.

"I can't wait to get there," Arya almost shaking with excitement.

"You've saying that for the past four fucking miles, will you ever shut up?" Sandor said, taking a bite of the squirrel that had been killed this morning.

"I've never met anyone so excited to take a life," Gendry sighed.

"If you've been waiting years like I have been, you'd might be a tad bit excited."

"I don't know if I've ever excited to kill anyone before, they always just cross me; and I kill em," Sandor shrugged, chewing. "But, this cunt that I am about to kill, my fucking cunt brother. I am a tad bit excited about." He laughed, loudly.

"See, it's not just me." Arya looked at Gendry.

Gendry had hoped that Arya and him would somehow pick up how they left off. But they haven't. She has just changed so much. He didn't think he had changed all that much, he may have changed physically. She has both changed physically and mentally; to him, she has changed a lot. She'd had some of the murderous tendencies before, he'd seen the way she lunged at Sandor after Beric Dondarrion failed to kill him. Yet, those same tendencies had somehow came to fruition. She'd must have been trained somewhere, where her skills were honed. He'd seen her hunt for squirrels, even then he could tell she had learned some new things. He didn't even want to know what she could do to a man with that sword of her's. Plus, they really haven't really had a good time to talk privately, yet. After some time, they had stopped to make camp. Just off the king's road, Sandor was tired. He went straight to sleep. It was only Arya and Him, and crackling of the fire. They sat across from each other, over the fire.

"So," Gendry shrugged.

"So," She repeated.

"Uh," Gendry scratched the back of his head, "I-uh, can we talk about what happened to you?"

She cocked her head to the side, "Huh?"

"Arya, You've changed, greatly."

"I don't think so," She pulled the catspaw dagger from its scabbard, flipping it handle to blade, again and again.

"You've become a killer,"

"I was always a killer,"

"Not like this."

"What did you expect? You think I'd stay a defenseless little girl my entire life?"

"Well, I'd thought I'd-"

"What? You'd protect me, Gendry you left me-"

"You act like I'd had a choice? You forget they sold me to that witch?"

"I remember, that same witch is on my list. I hated her for taking you from me." She shifted uncomfortably. "Still do, if I knew where she was, I'd kill her-"

"You don't need to kill her," He waved his hand, "I've been over that for a long time now."

"You forgive her? You forgive her for taking you away-"

"It's not like I forgive her, I might never forgive her. What she did to me was horrible, she-" He paused not wanting to go into further details, "The point is, it happened, there is nothing I can do about it now. You killing her won't make me feel better."

"If I was you, killing her would bring me no greater joy." She put the dagger back in it's scabbard.

"See, that is what I am talking about. You changed."

"Yeah, I did. I changed, for the better."

"You think so?"

"I know so, it's not like I am going on mindless killing sprees. I am killing people that deserve to die."

"In your opinion."

"My opinion of their evil is pretty universally agreed with. Everyone that I've killed, they've deserved it."

"Give me an example."

"Okay, I killed all the Freys, Walder Frey and the whole lot. Baked the fucker's sons into pies. Because they betrayed my mother and brother, killed them. I killed Meryn Trant, because he killed my mentor Syrio Forell. I-"

"I get the picture."

"Took you long enough."

"Look, I'd hoped we'd just pick up where we'd left off but I guess that is impossible."

"How you figure that?"

"Well, by the looks of it you are on a warpath to kill a much of people."

"Aye, it's true. But, where we are going, there are three of the people who are on my list, Cersei Lannister, The Mountain, and Ilyn Payne, After that," She shrugged, "I dunno, I guess I have to find the Red Woman, Beric, and Thoros."

"You forget about those last three, Thoros is dead. I actually forgave Beric, last I heard he was actually doing something honorable. Guarding the wall, at Eastwatch; and we talked about Melisandre."

She raised her eyebrows, "How did Thoros die?"

"He was mauled by a undead bear north of the wall, but Sandor told me he froze to death." He stopped, "Funny how those last three being on your list, were all because of me."

She chuckled, "Because they took you away from me."

He smiled, "I'm here now."

"Aye, you are. Glad you are,"

"Good to be back," He paused, "With you."

She got up, walked around to fire over to him. He looked up at her, she pushed him unto his back. He grunted with surprise. She sat down on his lap, leaning over and kissing him. He graciously returned the kiss. Neither of them had kissed anyone before, but it felt right in that moment. Like they had been saving their first kiss, to share it with each other.

"Why don't you fuckers go to sleep," Sandor said, loudly. Angry he had been awoken.

Arya turned to him, "Shut up and go to sleep before I kick your arse." Returning her attention to Gendry, kissing him again.

"Fucking kids," Sandor murmmered.

Sorry about a slightly longer wait.

Got no idea when I can get 11 out, but it's gonna be an important chapter I think. So that could take longer.

Leave a review? I am curious which is your favorite chapter so far.

See ya next time.