The Last Hope for Westeros

by Cmyatt01

The others have won all hope is lost. The gods decided to give them a 2nd chance by sending Jon back in time before all hell breaks loose in season one. Jon decides to go to Pentos to find his true love, Daenerys, and save her before her marriage to Khal Drogo. Then together, they can unite the seven kingdoms before the Long Night. Co-Writer Ruben8554 also on AO3

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Wolves have regrets

Eddard Stark

It was the next morning, just before dawn, as Eddard Stark, the King in the North, entered the Winterfell's courtyard. As he walked more Northern folk than he could count greeted him with bows and curtsies. He also noticed that there were several eyes glaring at him, all of which belonged to the Baratheon/Lannister entourage that was preparing the caravan for the Royal Family of the southern six kingdoms, who were set to depart from Winterfell after they had broken their fast. Once he exited the courtyard he walked directly to the crypts, knowing Benjen would be meeting him there, because he had requested him to do so the previous night.

He walked past all the tombs of the old Lords of Winterfell and Kings of the North with their stone direwolves at their feet, only to stop when he reached the stature of his sister, Lyanna Stark, the only woman to be buried in the Crypts. He observed he smooth face and loving expression and sighed as he thought to himself, 'Lya, the stone mason did a terrible job, the statue does not even come close to your true beauty and good heart… Oh Lya, what would you think of your boy… I know that you would be proud of the leader and King he became… However, what about me… Lya, I failed him in his last life… Should I have told him the truth before he went to the Wall?' He was pulled from his thoughts a few moments later when he heard footsteps entering the Crypts. He looked down the hallway and smiled as he saw Benjen walking towards him.

"I'm here as you requested, Your Grace." Benjen greeted with a bow of the head and a smile, which caused them both to chuckle as they embraced each other. Once they broke from the brotherly embrace both looked at the statue of their beloved sister in silence for several minutes.

Benjen finally broke the comfortable silence when his softly said, "Lyanna would be proud of him... The man who he had become… A king who protects his pack as well as his people."

These words made Ned smile. "Aye, I am glad you feel that way… I was just thinking if she would be proud of him… However, I feel that she would have smacked me across the face for letting him go to the Wall in his last life… I failed her last time… I was not there to protect him." He looked at Lyanna's statue and finally turned his gaze back towards his brother Benjen.

"Aye, you are right… She would probably break your nose… But she would forgive you… His death was not your fault Ned… I was not there for him either."

The brothers looked back to Lyanna's statue and were silent for a few more moments when Ned put his hand on his brother's shoulder and started to speak, "Benjen, I asked you to meet me here... In order to discuss with you a matter of the highest importance."

His brother knitted his eyebrows and asked "What would you like to discuss, brother?"

Ned smiled, "I am King in the North now… and a king needs a person to help him keep his kingdom in order... I need a Hand of the King."

Benjen nodded and asked, "Aye, you do need a hand. Who will you choose?"

Ned did not speak, however, he raised his eyebrow towards Benjen. He watched his brother as understanding finally washed over his face and he whispered in shock, "You want me to be the Hand of the King in The North?"

Ned nodded. "Aye, you are my brother and I trust you with everything I have been told about what is happening beyond the Wall and I trust you with my life... I can think of no one else I would rather have by my side... No one better to help me... I can think of nothing I would want more than for another Stark by my side as my Hand."

"I am honored brother," Benjen said with a hesitant smile before the smile vanished and he sighed, "But, I must decline... Ned, as much as I would love to remain by your side, I cannot... I am part of the Nights Watch... My place is on the wall."

Ned smiled sadly, as he thought for a moment before saying, "Aye, that's true but I'm King in the North… I can release you from your Night Watch vows... that is, if you would like for me to do so?"

He saw his brother shake his head no and smile sadly, "Thank you for the kind offer brother, but I am First Ranger... and I made a vow to man the Wall and guard the Realms of men... And I must honor that vow... Even if that means for life."

He nodded his head in understanding, and the exhaled as he asked softly, "Since you cannot accept to be my Hand... Do you have any suggestions as to who should I ask?"

He watched as a knowing smile spread across Benjen's face as he looked at their sister's statue. "Our beautiful sister's son told you of a person who happens to currently be visiting Winterfell and who plans to travel with us to the Wall... A man Jon said was the best Hand he ever knew." Benjen turned his gaze away from Lyanna's statue, look him straight in the eyes and raised a single knowing eyebrow.

"Tyrion Lannister," Ned replied with a smile as his brother nodded and returned the smile.

"Aye, he is a good person, Ned. He saved your daughters' direwolves. He was also the reason that Robert gave up the North... If he had not have spoke on your behalf last night, you would not have been named King in the North... He is smart and you consider him as a friend."

Ned took a deep breath. "I did ask Jon who he planned to name his Hand of the King... He gave me two names...The first was Ser Davos Seaworth, who currently works with Lord Stannis as assistant master of ships. He told me that Ser Davos was like a father to him, and served as his hand after he had been named King of the North...and the second name was Tyrion Lannister... Lord Tyrion who as Daenerys' Hand."

"He is here Ned... ask him... He might accept," Benjen said with a knowing smile.

Ned sighed, "Aye, I will ask him... That is if you are sure that you will not reconsider my offer."

Benjen smiled and sadly shook his head as he answered, "Aye, Ned I am certain, my place is at the Wall." He put his hand on his brother's shoulder, looked him in the eye and softly said, "Go... find Lord Tyrion, he is a better choice anyway."

Ned nodded and gave his brother a parting embrace. A few minutes later he left his brother in the crypts, hoping that Lord Tyrion would be easy to find.

When he exited the crypts he paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the rising brightness of the rising sun. Once his eyes adjusted to the light he began his trek back towards the castle, however he did not quite make it to the courtyard before he was stopped by Winterfell's blacksmith, Mikken.

"My king!" The older blacksmith responded with a smile and a slight bow.

He returned the smile shook the man's hand and asked, "Mikken, how can I help you today?"

The blacksmith looked at him and smiled. He took a small object, wrapped in white cloth, out of the front of his apron and place it in Ned's hand. "I just finished this, your Grace... I started on it as soon as I heard the news the news last night."

Ned took the small package out of his hand and pulled back the cloth to reveal a beautiful Hand of the King pendant made of castle forged steel. The pendant looked just like the one of the southern kingdoms, but surrounding with a hand was a snarling direwolf. Ned was speechless as he admired the craftsmanship.

"I thought you might need a Hand of the King pendant, your Grace," Mikken broke the silence with a nervous smile on his face.

"Mikken, this is amazing," Ned responded as he placed the pendant in his pocket, looked at the man, and smiled. "Thank you... I this is even better than I could have ever imagined."

"You are welcome, your Grace... Oh, and by the way, the workstation for the young blacksmith has been prepared."

"Excellent... thank you again, for everything you have done, Mikken."

The old blacksmith smiled and "You are most welcome, you Grace," as turned and walked back towards the forge.

He continued his walk in search of Lord Tyrion... he first checked the library, and then the chambers he had been given, but both places were empty... Finally he went to the Great Hall and found the Dwarf of Casterly Rock, sitting at a table in the sack corner, drinking wine while reading an old book.

"Lord Tyrion," The King in the North called kindly as he made his way over to where the other man was sitting.

The sound of his voice caused the half-man to up from the book, with a smile spread across his face as he quickly stood. "Your Grace, it is wonderful to see you this morning."

"It is good to see you as well... I was actually looking for you... Do you mind if I join you?"

The dwarf smiled and said, "Of course not, your Grace, please sit." As Ned sat Tyrion added, "Would you care for a goblet of wine?"

"No thank you, my lord."

"Well... how can I be of assistance this morning, your Grace?" He asked as he took a sip of wine and knitted an eyebrow.

Ned sighed nervously, "The lords of the North have told me that I need a capable Hand in order to keep the North in order, and to help observe for any possible threats."

The dwarf of Casterly Rock nodded and started to speak, "Your grace ..." but before he could continue Ned cut him off.

"Please, Lord Tyrion call me Ned. After what you did for me, and my daughters last night... You have proven that you are a man of honor... and a man I consider to be a friend."

Tyrion smiled at the King in the North's words, and began to speak again, "Ned ... Why would you discuss something like the Hand of the King in the North with the dwarf of Casterly Rock?" they both smiled.

"You're a smart and honorable man, Tyrion. You are good in playing the game of thrones. You helped save my daughter's direwolf and helped me to be named King in the North... and because of your actions last night your nephew lost one of his kingdoms. I see you choose honesty before family and... We both know Cersei will want her revenge on you..."

When Ned paused, Tyrion smiled and said, "Go on King Eddard Stark... I am quite enjoying your flattery... and I might add, you are doing a good job of convincing me to stay in the North."

Ned tried to hide the ghost of a smile that attempted to curl on his lips as he continued, "I know your father... Does not care for you as a father should and that your sister blames you for the death of your mother... The only person who is dear to you is your brother, Jaime... You have never known how it feels to have a true family. If you were to accept my offer to become my Hand, you will be part of the Stark pack... You would become a member of the Stark family... In addition to helping me rule justly, I would need for you to help keep an eye on my children if I am not at Winterfell... You would be an uncle to them... And by becoming a member of the pack I will do everything thing in my power to keep you safe and to never bring you dishonor..." As Ned paused to take a deep breath, he noticed the dwarf's smile had widened. "I know it's a big decision lord Tyrion... I know I should not ask your answer straight away... I can understand if you need time to think it over... but if you would be willing to stay at Winterfell, I can think of no better man to be my Hand than you, Lord Tyrion..."

"Seeing that my father will become Robert's Hand... I would like nothing more to stay far away from him as possible... and seeing that my nephew did lose one of his kingdoms, Cersei and my father are most like to be very angry at me." He looked at the dwarf who took a deep breath. "I accept your offer, your Grace. I will be your Hand."

Ned could feel his heart rate rising... He could not believe that Lord Tyrion had agreed to become his Hand. He finally smiled, stood up and released a breath he was not aware he was holding. "Lord Tyrion, are you sure?"

"I am." The Dwarf answered with a smile. "You, your family, as well as the North make my life more interesting... I would have nothing to do when I return home, except hide from my sister and Father, so I might as well help you in the infamous Game of Thrones."

He smiled and took the Hand of the King pendant from his pocket. He looked Tyrion in the eye and said, "Tyrion of House Lannister, I, Eddard Stark, first of my name, King in the North, name you hand of the King in the North." The dwarf smiled as Ned showed him the pendant. "My blacksmith surprised me with this this morning, he stayed up all night crafting it for my for my Hand," he said as he pinned it on Lord Tyrion tunic.

"Thank you, your Grace. I would give you my sword but I'm afraid that I do not have one... My Lord Father felt it was best I never learned to wield one I am afraid."

"I only need you Lord Tyrion... but if you ever chose to learn swordplay, I can commission one of our blacksmiths to make one for you... and have our Master at Arms, Ser Rodrik teach you the basics." Ned responded as he smiled and chuckled softly.

"I might just take you up on the offer, Ned."

They both sat down and toasted to Tyrion's new position; Tyrion with wine and Ned with Northern Ale. When he sat his tankard down on the table he noticed Tyrion had been reading one of the old Valyrian books he had taken from the Tower of Joy.

"Have you found anything in the books that can shed any truth to the comet that has appeared in the sky?"

The dwarf looked at the book and then smiled. "I have, actually... That thing in the sky is not the sign of an Ice dragon returning, as I had originally thought... it means something else."

He took a deep breath, then took a long sip of his ale, and breathed out, "Something else?"

"According to this book," Tyrion started as he opened the book that was laying on the table, "Valyrians believed that when the change color-changing comet, a comet that changes from red to blue and back to red, appears in the sky, it signifies his return..."

Ned raised his eyebrow. "His return? Who's return?"

"The return of the Prince who was promised, Azor Ahai... or a better term would be ... The boy of the song of Ice and Fire... That thing, in the sky does signify the return of a dragon but it is not an ice dragon or normal dragon, but a very rare dragon... the term the old Valyrians used for it was a hybrid..."

Which made Ned raised his eyebrow, "Hybrid... What exactly does that mean?" When he asked his he could see the excitement on his Hand's face.

"A hybrid dragon is a dragon that was only theorized... it had never been seen... it says in the book that this dragon could breathe both fire and ice... based on the emotion the rider was feeling at the time... that it would breathe an icy blast when the rider was calm or fire when the rider was angry."

This information was very interesting to Ned. "Emotions?"

"Yes, it says in the book that the person who controls the dragon can change his or her eye color based on his or her emotions. That the rider's eyes would be dark blue when feeling calm or a dark honey orange when feeling anger or the lose of a loved one."

Ned was getting worried about Jon. He then noticed the dwarf was looking at him, indicating that there was more. So he asked, "And?" In the calmest voice he could muster.

"If the person who controls this dragon loses control of their emotions and is filled with rage... The dragon will also be filled with rage and will become uncontrollable…" He watched as Tyrion swallowed hard before resuming the conversation, "if that were to happen both the dragon and the rider would lose control of themselves and kill anyone or anything that stands in their path whether it is a friend or a foe…"

Ned thought to himself as Tyrion spoke. 'Dear Gods! I need to send word to Robb… I have to warn him what might happen if Jon loses control.'

Their conversation was halted when they heard the loud echoing of heavy footsteps entering Great Hall. The looked up and noticed King Robert, who red-face and breathing heavily, clearly upset as he stomped over towards them.

"Ned! We need to talk now!" Robert roared.

Ned and Tyrion both looked at each other and then looked towards Robert. "How may I help you, Robert?" Ned responded, trying to keep his tone as even as possible.

Robert shoved a crumpled piece of parchment in his face and gritted out, "Read this!"

Ned took the peace of paper and read it through as Robert continued to pace the stone floors of the Great Hall.

King Robert I have my little birds have sang to me that Khal Drogo is dead. He was brutally slaughtered by a man calling himself Aegon Targaryen, the true heir to the Iron Throne. After Drogo's defeat, the man was named the new Khal and was granted Drogo's the Khalasar. There have also been songs sung by the common folk in Pentos... that they saw a small dragon riding on the new Khal's shoulder as he rode through the streets with his blood riders. I have reason to believe that this 'Aegon Targaryen' has somehow hatched a dragon. The final song that has been sung to me is that he has married Daenerys Targaryen and named her as his Khaleesi. Lord Varys, Master of Whispers

Ned took a deep breath, handed the parchment to Tyrion, and looked up, met Robert's red-faced gaze, and simply answered, "And?"

He could tell Robert was fuming, "And... And... A person calling himself 'Aegon Targaryen,' the true born heir to my throne, has killed Khal Drogo and received an army!" He looked between Ned and Tyrion before he continued, "He is a Targaryen, Ned... He is a dragon spawn! How dare he name himself the true heir to my throne!"

Ned knew this would happen eventually. He took a deep breath and calmly responded, "Robert... We both know Aegon Targaryen, Elia and Rhaegar's son, is dead... His head was crushed by the Mountain during the sacking of King's Landing eighteen years ago."

He was surprised when Robert laughed. "You honestly think I am stupid Ned! Of course I know that boy is dead! I saw the body with my own eyes when it was presented to me by the Lannisters!"

"Then he is nothing more than a pretender Robert!" Eddard lied keeping his tone as even as possible.

Robert finally stopped pacing and sat down on the bench next to him. "A pretender who has married Daenerys Targaryen... No, he must be a Targaryen! My guess it that Viserys Targaryen disguising himself as Aegon Targaryen to try and solidify his claim and pull Dorne to his side... And married his sister because those dragonspawn love their disgusting incest."

He looked over at Tyrion when he heard a gasping sound. He noticed that his Hand's eyes were wide-open as he choked out, "He has... a Dragon! He's the Hybrid Dragon's rider!"

"What do you mean Imp?" Robert asked with a furrowed brow.

Before Tyrion could answer, Ned answered, "What My Hand means is..."

However, before he could finish he was cut off by Robert's roaring laughter. "He is your Hand?" the fat king managed to choke out between bouts of chuckles.

Ned nod. "Aye, he is." He could tell Robert was surprised by this announcement, and he quickly tried to quench his laughter with a cough. Once the laughter had subsided, he could again see the raging fury on the face of the man he once called his brother and his King.

"Ned ... We need to take care of this Aegon Targaryen! He is a threat to the throne... A threat to my throne and to your throne!"

Ned sighed and then answered, "Robert... This man is no threat… He has no ships and the Dothraki will never cross over sea... Please, Robert, just let the Targaryen children be!" He could see the look of utter disbelief on Robert's face after he spoke those words.

"You can't be serious Ned! Rhaegar Targaryen took your sister against her will... He kidnapped her and raped her! He took away the only women I ever truly loved!"

Ned took a deep breath and willed himself to remain in control of his emotions. "Aye, and for his actions you killed him at the battle of Trident... You plunged your Warhammer into the man's chest, hitting him so hard that he fell into the river." He took another calming breath before he continued, "All the Targaryens are almost gone Robert, just let them be."

He could see Robert's wrath building. His face was so red it looked like it would fly from his shoulders at any moment.

"Ned, I will not stop until every dragonspawn is dead!" Robert gritted out as he gripped the table in front of his so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

Ned needed to get away from Robert and his anger. He needed fresh air. He stood up from the table, looked at Robert and said, "Then you will have the six kingdoms to help you if the war arrives… The North will have no part in the extinction of the Targaryens." He then turned and began to walk out of the Great Hall.

"Ned, do not walk away from me! How dare you say you will not heed my call if the war arrives! I'm your King!" Robert seethed.

Ned turned around, looked Robert in the eyes and coolly stated, "The North is no longer part of the six kingdoms, Robert. I am the King in the North. And the North will have no part in a war that is not even a threat to your throne."

Robert stood up from the table and yelled, "He has a dragon Ned!"

"That is what your Master of Whispers has reported… However, have you seen an actual dragon?" Robert remained quiet, so he continued, "Of course you haven't Robert and even if the Dragon was real... The dragon will take years to grow large enough to become a threat to your throne."

He noticed as Robert looked away from him and to Lord Tyrion, silently asking for confirmation of his words. Following Tyrion's nod of validation, Robert stomped wordlessly out of the room.

After a few moments of silence, Ned looked to his Hand and said, "Lord Tyrion, I am heading to see Maester Luwin, would you care to join me?"

"Of course, your Grace. I would like nothing more." The dwarf then gathered the books he had spread across the table, stood up and followed him outside as they made their way to Maester Luwin's turret.

As they walked, Ned looked to his Hand and quietly asked, "You know something more about the dragon, don't you?"

Tyrion looked at him, nodded and discreetly answered, "A hybrid dragon grows at a much faster rate when compared to an ice or fire breathing dragon… If the books are correct, a hybrid dragon can begin to fly just hours after it hatches… Normal dragon can take a month or longer before, they can fly… Also, at the rate they grow, they could be large enough to be ridden by then time it reaches eight moon turns… a normal dragon could take as long as 4 – 5 years before it is large enough to support the weight of it's rider."

Ned was surprised by this, he looked down at Tyrion to ask another question, but saw that he was looking at somewhere. He followed the gaze of his Hand and noticed that he was watching as Cersei and Jaime entered the broken tower.

"Your Grace, do you mind if I say goodbye to my brother?"

Ned smiled. "Of course not Lord Tyrion. Wish him safe travels and inform him that the hospitality of Winterfell is his if he chooses to visit."

The dwarf smiled, slightly bowed his head and said, "Thank you, your Grace. I will meet up with you later."

He nodded and Lord Tyrion took his leave. The then continued his way to the Maester's tower deep in thought, not only about Jon and his dragon, but also about what Jon had told him about Ser Jaime and all that he suffered in his last life… How he lost all of his children one by one… How he lost his sword hand… about how even he had turned on Cersei in the end. 'I never thought that I would say the Kingslayer is welcome in Winterfell… However, after what Jon told me of the future… How he also turned on his sister, and gave his life for the North… he did have some honor left in him… hopefully it rises to the surface sooner this time.'

As he entered Maester Luwin's chambers, he noticed his was sealing the scrolls… The scrolls that were to inform the other six kingdoms that The North was now independent, and that he, Eddard Stark, First of his name, was now the King in the North. He took a deep breath and called, "Maester Luwin."

"Your Grace," the kind older man replied with a smile

"I need to send a raven to my son Robb. He is currently at the manse of Illyrio Mopatis, who is a Magister in Pentos."

"Is something wrong your Grace?" The Maester asked with a raised eyebrow and concern in his tone.

"Aye… Jon's dragon is not a normal dragon. It is not an Ice Dragon either... If the book Lord Tyrion was reading is correct, it is a hybrid dragon."

"A Hybrid Dragon, your Grace?"

"Aye… According to the book, it is a dragon that can breathe both fire and ice, based on its companion's emotions." The Maester nodded in understanding.

Ned then took a piece of parchment and started writing his letter to Robb. After he finished writing, he rolled it up, sealed it and handed it to the Maester as he said, "Send this to Robb, as soon as possible."

"Of course, your Grace." The Maester then grabbed the other raven scrolls and headed to the rookery.

After the Maester left the room Ned let out a deep sigh, not knowing what the future bring will them...

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Jaime Lannister

It was early in Winterfell. The sun was just being to rise over the battlements. His sister, Queen Cersei, and Royal Children, Joffrey, Tommen and Marcella were in their chambers gathering the last of their belongings and preparing to leave the North for the Capital. Jaime had left his family earlier that morning and was in the courtyard, as the King commanded, helping to move the supplies and trunks into the wagons and carriages. As he quickly worked, so they could leave this gods forsaken hell hole as fast as possible, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned around towards the sound and saw that his sister was swiftly making her way to where he was standing; he took a deep calming breath in order to mentally prepare himself for complaining.

"Jaime! I need to speak to you!" She seethed quietly when she closed the distance between them to just a few feet.

He looked around him to make sure no one was going to over hear their conversation... He saw several servants continuing to load the caravan and he saw Tyrion speaking with Lord Stark or should he say, King Ned. Seeing that no one was paying attention to their conversation, he looked back towards his sister and sighed, knowing that she was furious by the look on her face. He took one more calming breath before he calmly asked, "What is wrong now, Cersei?"

"Come with me now! We need to speak in private!" She gritted through her teeth as she grabbed his hand and led him towards the abandoned tower. They entered the dirty old tower and walked up the rickety wooden stairs, which led to the top floor, where they had made love the morning before. When they reached the dust covered space she released his hand and began to pace.

After several moments of silence, he walked over to her put a comforting hand on her shoulder, which stopped her pacing. However before he could speak, she pulled away from him and cut him off with her own anger-filled words.

"I cannot believe that my pathetic excuse of a husband agreed to grant the North independence!" She practically screamed as she kicked an old table that was hidden under a white cloth.

He walked over to her, put one hand on each shoulder, looked her square in the eyes and rasped out, "Cersei, you need to calm down!" While he looked at her all he saw was a festering anger and she was about to blow.

"Calm down!" She exclaimed as she pulled away from him and started pacing once again, "How can you expect me calm down, Jaime?" He took a deep breath as he waited for her to continue. "How can I calm down when those Northern dogs stole one of our son's rightful Kingdoms? Do not tell me this was not part of their plan all along! The Stark's rebelled against the throne just as I told you they were planning to do!"

He shook his head... he was beyond frustrated with his twin and could no longer keep himself calm as he gritted out, "Cersei... The Starks did not plan this! They did not plan Joffrey's actions! Joffrey is not a normal boy... he is not a normal Prince because you have always spoiled him too much! He no discipline! He thinks that just because he is the Crown Prince he can do as he pleases without repercussions! If he had an ounce of self-control… an ounce of honor and acted more like a true king, we would not be in this particular situation... Robert would not have had to give the North their Independence!"

She looked at him and her eyes were wide open... he could tell she did not want to believe what he just told her. She was about to retort but he did not allow it as he continued his speech. "Joffrey did not help the situation when he ordered the Hound to take the Warden of the North and his daughters' heads... This was entirely his fault... Do not blame the North or Starks for his actions!"

She had an evil smirk across her face and shook her head no, as she fumed, "How dare you say that your boy was the reason for losing one of his kingdoms!"

Jaime was furious as he nearly screamed at his sister, "Cersei, he tried to rape Sansa Stark... attempted murder Arya Stark… and blamed a direwolf for saving his sorry ass! If he had done something like this to our family, to Tommen or Marcella... we would not follow a King like him either!"

He saw that she was speechless by his words; she glared daggers into him before she started walking around the room once more. After a few laps, she turned to him and said in a venom-laced tone, "This is entirely that little monster's fault! He turned to another family and betrayed his own!"

He could not believe what he just hears. 'Is she really trying to blame our little brother for Joffrey's actions'' He thought before he sighed and said, "I cannot believe that you are trying to blame Tyrion for your son's horrible and dishonorable behavior!"

"My son?" She laughed mockingly, "You seem to forget that you were the one who sired him and my other children as well!" He could not believe how loud she said this and the rawness of her tone.

"Cersei, you need to keep your voice down!" Which made her laugh louder.

"Or what... My drunken, whoring, fool of a husband know that I am fucking my brother?"

He could not believe her behavior. He has seen her angry almost daily for the last eighteen years, but he had never seen her this full of raging anger in his entire life. He felt helpless. He did not know what to do or what to say to get her to calm down, but he damn well needed to do calm her down somehow. He was furious about the situation as well, but not so much with the Starks, his anger was directed towards their entitled idiot of a son. He took a calming breath before again attempted to smother some of her fury.

"Cersei, I understand... you are angry! Stop saying things which would..." Which is when she stopped him.

"Say things that would what Jaime? Rise in rebellion? We already have one kingdom what is scheming their plot against the throne," she said as she clenched her fists, paused for a moment and then continued with gritted teeth, "I will have all of their heads... as well as the head of our traitorous monster of a little brother for betraying us!"

Both their heads snapped towards the doorway when they heard footsteps entering the room. He was surprised when he saw Tyrion approaching where they stood in the top room of the broken tower.

"You will do no such thing Cersei!" Tyrion stated evenly.

After Tyrion's words he looked over towards Cersei, he saw how her face flushed red, and her eyes were glazing daggers. He held his breath, preparing for the fury that was she was about to unleash.

Seconds later she screamed, "You little monster! I will have your head!" She was about to slap him but Jaime caught her arm.

"You will leave the Starks alone, Cersei," Tyrion passionately retorted.

They both looked at his brother.

"Why do you care so much for the Starks Tyrion?" Jaime asked with a look of curiosity.

"Because my dear brother," he paused to take a deep breath, "I am friends with the King in the North and I am his Hand."

The room was silent. Finally, Jaime broke the silence when he breathed out, "You are King Eddard Stark's Hand of the King?" Tyrion nodded in confirmation. He was about to congratulate his brother before the shrill of Cersei's voice shattered the moment.

"You little monster! You betrayed your family!" He could see by the look on Tyrion's face that was starting to anger.

"I did not betray my family!" His little brother emotionally exclaimed. "I made sure that he was not punished by death... If I had said nothing and truth got out the Northerners would have killed your mad son... which I cannot say that I would actually mind... but I did it for Jaime... the only family member that I have who had ever given two shits about me!"

Cersei and Jaime both looked at each other in confusion. Jaime needed clarification, so he hesitantly asked, "Me... Why would you save Joffrey's life for me, Tyrion?"

His little brother sighed before he softly and in matter of fact tone answered, "For your son of course."

Jaime felt all the air escape from his lungs... He could not believe what his little brother just said. Finally, he muttered, "How did you know... you overheard?"

Tyrion nodded sadly in response, and then softly said, "I'm disappointed in the both of you..." However, before he could finish, Cersei started talking.

"How dare you judge us you little monster! May I remind you..."

"I would watch my tongue if I were you Cersei!" Tyrion cut her off, "I will have no remorse telling King Robert who really sired the royal children."

When he said those words Cersei quickly became quiet and moved her gaze from their little brother to him, as he all the blood appeared to drain from her face. Therefore, their little brother continued his rant.

"I can't believe you! Now it make sense why Joffrey is such a mad little cunt! With all of your sadistic blood running through his veins... He will truly be the mad king reborn... Listen to me very carefully, Cersei!" She looked at their little brother and he sighed, but was not able to calm his anger as he continued, "I want Joffrey off the throne! Send him for the wall of his insolence! I will not allow a mad Lannister boy be on the throne! You son will never be my King!"

Jaime felt sick to his stomach at his brother's words while Cersei laughed. He did not know what to think... his brother was threatening to expose one of the biggest secrets in Westerosi history and she was laughing. He ran his hand down his face, then looked at his brother and asked, "What will you do Tyrion?"

He had a victorious smirk on his face as he calmly responded, "I will send a raven to every warden in the SIX kingdoms, all of the major houses and the Citadel, simply telling them who really sired the Royal Children... Which will cause a rebellion against Joffrey's crown... Think about it dear sister, they only kingdom on your side would be the Westerlands... but they would probably rise against the Lannister rule as well... Therefore, you would be fighting a war against the entirety of all six kingdom with your only ally being yourself."

She raised her eyebrow. "How dare threaten me!"

He looked straight into Cersei's eyes as he said, "It is not a threat but a promise... if you ever do anything to harm the North or allow Joffrey to sit on the Iron Throne, I will not hesitate to send the ravens and then you will know what it is like to be powerless... Besides, it will be good to show the boy that he is no King... He is nothing more a sick bastard!" He then turned his gaze to Jaime, with a bit a remorse in his eyes as he said, "I am sorry, brother, but I will not allow another mad King to rule over the other six kingdoms... the people of Westeros do not deserve another king who cares only for himself and nothing about his people."

"It is fine Tyrion... I agree with you... Joffrey should never rule the six kingdoms." After he said these words could feel the heat of Cersei's eyes boring deep into his soul.

"You agree with him?" She fumed.

Jaime nodded and sighed as he said, "I do Cersei... Joffrey will be a horrible king... and I do not want to find myself stabbing him in the back, like I had to do with Aerys... He must be punished for his actions. He cannot go on believing that he is invincible... that can do whatever he wants just because he is the prince... Also, by doing this, the North could start forgiving us and might rejoin the Seven Kingdoms."

"I will not send Joffrey to the wall!" Her shrill voice making his ears burn.

"Fine Cersei but hear me now! Neither you nor Joffrey will never return north of the Neck... Neither of are welcome here... Stay away from the Starks... And if you ever try and return or cause harm to the North or it's people, I WILLsend a raven to every kingdom!"

She was about to protest but Jaime put a hand to her chest, as he spoke first, "Thank you Tyrion, for your warning."

Their brother nodded and turned to leave. Then he topped and looked at Jaime with sad eyes, and in a softer tone said, "Cersei may be banished from the North... but Jaime, I do hope you will come and visit me sometime in the future. If you do, the hospitality of Winterfell will be yours."

"Of course I will Tyrion," Jaime replied with a true smile.

"Send father my regards and tell him he will not have to see me... I am sure that will please him." With that being said, Tyrion turned to leave.

Cersei and Jaime watched as he waddled from the room and listened in silence as they heard the creaking of the stairs. Once silence filled the space and he knew that they were alone, he looked to his sister, sighed and said, "Cersei... Tyrion gave you a warning... Just, please don't fuck it up!"

He then left her alone in the tower and went back to the courtyard to continue packing. He wanted nothing more than to get as much distance as possible, as quickly as possible, between his sister and son, and the Starks and the North...

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Jon Snow

"Daenerys! Daenerys!… Please… don't do it!"

He saw blue eyes in the darkness….

"I'm sorry Dany... I'm so sorry!"

He awoke with a start, eyes open wide and gasping for air. He took several calming breaths, and look at his reflection in the looking glass and watched as his eyes slowly turned to a dark orange color to a dark blue as his breathing became less labored. Then once his breathing was under control they turned to his normal shade of charcoal grey. He looked to his left and saw his naked wife sleeping in the bed peacefully. It warmed his heart that she was safe.

He moved over to her side, placed one of his hands on her hair and began to tame her tangled moon-kissed locks with his fingers. He leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, which caused her to slightly move her head towards him. He smiled as he took in his wife's beautiful, naked form pressed next to his. He then proceeded to press chaste kisses to her cheeks and forehead.

"Hmmmm," she murmured, softly as he continued his loving assault, which only heightened his arousal. He smiled as he placed one more kiss on her forehead.

"Jonnnnn!" she purred as she shimmied closer towards his named form and placed her head on his chest. She then took one of his arms, placed them around her, and fell seemed to fall back asleep, which made him chuckle.

"Dany it is time to wake up," Jon whispered in her ear, and then nipped at her earlobe.

She wordlessly shook her head no.

He took the arm that she had draped over her, moved his hand to her chin and tilted it up towards him. Her eyes were still closed but he could tell she was trying to hid a smile because the corners of her plump lips were turned up ever so slightly. He placed his lips on hers. When she parted her lips he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside of her mouth. Her breath-taking amethyst eyes fluttered open and she deepened the kiss as their tongues battled.

She rolled them so that she was on top, as she continued to kiss him passionately. She pulled away for air and breathed out with a knowing smile on her face, "You are playing a dangerous game, Jon Snow!"

He returned the smile, placed both hands on her cheeks, and brought her mouth back to his. When a moan escaped, he took the opportunity to roll them once more so that he was now on top of her.

Finally, when he pulled away, he asked, "How did you sleep, my love?"

A giggle escaped, and then she playfully answered, "I was having a wonderful dream... until this King woke me and dares to make love to me... Which he knows is my weakness." He also released a slight chuckle as he placed a chaste kiss to her lips. He then looked into her eyes, preparing to show her how much she means to him when she suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked, "How were your dreams, my husband?"

'I cannot let her know what happened in my dreams' he thought, hoping that his smile was enough to calm her worries, as he smoothly lied, "They were peaceful." Which caused the most perfect smile to grace her face.

"I am happy that you slept peacefully."

He smiled at her, relieved that she believed him because he knew he was a terrible liar, and resumed their passionate kisses. As their kissing intensified, he felt all the blood in his body rushing to his groin and his cock to hardened against her stomach. He positioned himself between her legs, and grabbed his member with one hand to guide it to her entrance. Then, just before he slide is cock into her burning moist heat she grabbed his arm, and said, "Wait!"

He pulled away with a look of surprise on his face, searching her eyes for an answer to her sudden hesitation. When he saw nothing amiss he worriedly asked, "Dany, is something wrong?"

She smiled at him, pushed him lightly, which lead him to fall onto his side, she face him and sheepishly said, "I... I am just a little sore... Remember my body is not yet used to having your cock inside of me."

He furrowed his eyebrows in fear, and in a concerned tone asked, "Dany... Did I hurt you?"

She smiled and shook her head. She then placed a hand on his cheek, as she looked him in the eyes and said, "Jon, I lost count after the fourth time we made love and you gave me your seed last night... Even in our past life, we only accomplished that in our time on the boat... I just need a little rest... Please do not regret last night."

He smiled as she shook his head no and answered, "I could never regret what we did last night."

She smiled back, put her hand behind his neck and pulled his head to hers for a tender kiss. After the kiss, a chuckle escaped his lips.

"What is so funny, Jon Snow?"

He lazily draped his arm across her shoulders, and continued to chuckle as he snorted out, "You did ask me to wake the dragon and claim you as mine..."

She laughed, "And that you did!" She then sat up, placed a hand on each side of his face and when she looked into his eyes, Jon felt as though she was looking into his soul. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips and lovingly said, "I am completely yours, my love... My body, my mouth… everything is yours and it shall be only yours until the end of our days."

He laid on his back and had a smirk on his face. He then mumbled, making sure that his gruff Northern accent was thicker than normal because he knew it drove her crazy in their last life, "Show me… Show me what is mine, my Queen."

To his surprise, she moved over his body and kissed his mouth grabbing his hand and pulling him to a sitting position as she climbed out of the bed. She then stood in front of him stark naked and he sat on the edge of the bed looking up at her. He gasped in shock as she took his hands and placed one on each of her breasts.

"These are yours," she breathed out with a smirk while giving his hands an encouraging squeeze. He then cupped and gently started caressing her breasts. She gave a tiny moan as he brought his mouth to one of her nipples and began to suckle as his hand kneaded her other breast. He pulled away from her nipple, blew on it and watched as it peaked.

He looked up into her eyes, feeling his erection beginning to stir beneath the thin cotton sheet. He tried to suppress a smile as he asked, "What else is mine?"

Her violet orbs met his grey ones as she smiled and took his hands again. She then spun around so her back was towards his front. She turned her head to meet his gaze once more, taking his hands and placed them on her ass. "This is yours," she said seductively as he firmly gripped both cheeks. He then kissed down her spine and did not stop until he had placed a chaste kiss each of her ass cheeks.

When he was finished admiring her backside he gruffly asked, "What else?"

She turned back around, took one of his hands, placed it between her legs, and purred, "This is yours only yours..." Normally, he would have given her sweet cunt the proper attention it deserved but he knew she was sore so just placed a chaste kiss to the top of silver curls.

Before he could ask her what else was his, she took both of his hands and placed them over her beating heart. She then bent over and murmured in his ear, "And, this... My soul... My heart... My love... is yours now and forever."

He could not prevent the smile that spread over his face at her declaration of her love to him. The next thing he knew was that her mouth was on his. As they kissed, she pushed him onto the bed and sat on his thighs, just beyond his throbbing erection.

When she pulled away, his mouth tried to follow. She placed a finger over his mouth to stop him, as she then began to place chaste kisses along his jaw, then his neck, then to his chest... 'Gods what did I do to deserve this woman,' he thought as she then began kissing all the places on his chest that used to be littered with ugly half healed scars.

After she finished placing her kisses, she looked up at him and purred, "You might not be able to fuck me right now, but we can do... other things... And I still have not punished you for, 'bending the knee' to me last night." When he raised his eyebrows in expectation, she gave him a seductive, knowing smile.

It took all of his willpower not to grab her hips and fuck her senseless as she took her tongue and licked from where the scar over his heart had once been, all the way down to his engorged cock. She started stroking his manhood, looked up at him with hooded eyes and a wicked smirk as she murmured, "This magical cock of yours ... I need to taste it..." Jon swallowed hard in anticipation; knowing where this was going.

While she was stroking his cock he tried to think of something to talk about with her... something that would make sure he did not climax to her tender touch like a green boy... something concentrate on besides the pleasure she was providing him. He took a deep breath then said, "I remember you telling me, that in the past... in the Essosi many common folk wanted you to be on my knees for them... That even in the brothels, they had whores dressed in your likeness... Whores whose job was to help them accomplish their fantasies about you..." He had to pause for a moment to take a deep calming breath, and then continued his speech, "But know this, Daenerys Targaryen... in this life, the only man who will know what it's like to have his cock in your mouth will be me and only me... You told me, in our past life, that I was the only one that you ever pleasured with your mouth... I intend for that to be the same in this life ... No one will know how it feels to have you perfect mouth on their cock, but me." He then thought to himself, 'She did tell me in our past life that she never took Drogo or Daario in her mouth... Seeing that Drogo was only interested in taking her like a stallion takes a mare and wanted her to bare him a son... and Daario... that piece of shit only wanted to conquer her and brag about his conquest... She would never do that with Daario'

He was pulled from his thoughts when she smiled up at him with a look of mischievousness. She then astounded him when bent down and proceeded to place a tender kiss on the head of his cock. He released a growl when she then slowly licked down one side of his member and up the other side. When she finally sheathed his pulsating cock in her mouth, he saw stars... And when she started caressing his balls as she bobbed her head up and down he fisted the sheets around him... The pleasure he was receiving from his wife… his queen… his Khaleesi was even better than he remembered. He knew his climax was approaching... He pulled her head up and said, "Daenerys I'm going to…"

She smiled up to him and purred, "I want to taste you, my King." She then quickly went back to task, placing his member back into the moist warmth of her mouth and he lost all control. With a loud growl, he sat up and grabbed her hair as he spilled his seed into her perfect mouth. She continued to suck is cock until he was completely spent. When collapsed back into the mattress, he watched her smile and lick her lips in satisfaction.

"You tasted even more wonderful than I remembered," she hummed. She shimmied up to him, kissed his cheek, then laid her head on his chest and placed an arm around his abdomen. He put his arm behind her shoulders and pulled her even closer to him.

They laid in a comfortable, post orgasmic silence for a few minutes; Jon was enjoying having his other half safe and happy in his arms once more.

Finally, he broke the tranquil air around them. "As much as I hate to say this, we must get out of the bed Dany... I must discuss matters with our blood riders... and I need to tell Robb that he will be your sparring partner today."

"Robb? But I thought you were going to be training me?" She said as she sat up and looked at him with a perplexed expression.

He smiled and got out of the bed and walked over to the basket of fruit on the table. He took out an orange and threw her a lemon.

"Aye, I am going to be training you," He said as he peeled the thick skin away from the tender flesh of his orange and ate a wedge before he continued. "However, I will not be sparring with you today... Today, I will be observing your stances and I will be showing you different techniques of swordplay."

When he finished his orange, took two golden chalices and poured them each a glass of wine from the pitcher on the table. He took grabbed the cups from the table, turned around, and noticed she was starting at his still naked form.

"Like what you see Dany?" He teasingly mused.

She smiled. "I do… Have I ever told you that you have a wonderful arse, Jon Snow?"

"No, you have not, but ... I wouldn't mind if you mention it more often," he said with smirked causing her laughter to fill the room. He laughed as well as he brought her the cup of wine.

"You best be getting ready... After I dress, I am going to break my fast. You can join me if you want to," he said as he handed her one of the glasses of wine.

"I would love to," she said after she took a sip of the sweet red wine.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then made his way over to his trunk full of clothes. He placed the wine cup on the table, opened his trunk and took out a soft black leather tunic and brown leather pants. After he dressed, he turned and looked at his wife, who still laying down in bed. He noticed that she had a frown on his face, so he asked, "What is wrong Dany?"

He frown turned to giggles as she said, "Jon I cannot leave your chambers... I do not know what to wear for sparing... Plus, as I recall, you ripped my gown off of me last night... therefore, don't have any clothes to even put on."

Jon chuckled in response.

She furrowed her brow and got out of the bed. "What's so funny Jon Snow? I can easily leave this room stark naked... I do not have a problem with people seeing my naked body... I know that you do though... You do not want other men seeing what is yours, do you?"

His laughter went to a frown. "No, I don't want anyone else to see you naked... Only I can see your beauty." He watched a smile spread across her face. "Plus, you don't need to go find your clothes. Your clothes are already here."

He saw her raise her eyebrow, as she picked up picked her destroyed wedding gown. She held up the pieces for him to see and questioned, "You mean this?"

He smiled and shook his head no with a chuckle escaping his lips. He then pointed and said, "Look behind you... Open the chest."

She turned around in the direction he was pointing and watched her eyes light up when she saw the large wooden chest. He walked to her and helped her open the box. She took out the clothes and he could see she was surprised.

She laid the items on the bed and ran her fingers over them; by the look in her eyes, he was unsure if she liked the gift. She had taken out a light grey, almost silver, leather midriff shirt with matching knee length skirt, a pair brown breaches, as well as a sword holder.

She looked at him and smiled, "Jon... Where did you get this?"

He smiled and sheepishly said, "I asked Illyrio to buy the clothes for you... Do you like?"

She looked him with eyes full of admiration and smiled as she answered, "I love them Jon! Thank you."

He let out a sigh of relief and kissed her on the cheek. Then he murmured in her ear "Put them on... You will need it when Robb and I teach you how to use your sword." She nodded and quickly began to don her new spar outfit.

While she got dressed, he walked over to the table, sat down on one of the wooden chairs and took a few sips of his wine while he waited for her to dress. When she was done, he looked at her. He was staring at her in awe, admiring how beautiful she looked; he was pretty sure his jaw was hanging open, but at this moment, he did not care. All he could think about was the way the silver midriff shirt covered just enough to remain proper. Gods he could not wait to take it off her when they completed their lesson... and thank the gods for those breeches because if she were not wearing them his hands would have been under that silver skirt the second he stood up from the chair. He was pulled from his lustful thoughts when she started speaking.

"I'm guessing by the way you are looking at me that way... I look... how they would say it in the North... Pretty?"

He laughed and nodded his head. "Aye. Pretty... very pretty."

She grabbed the sword holder from the bed, walked over to him with a perplexed expression and asked, "Jon... I cannot figure out how to put this on... It's not the same as your sword belt."

He smiled at her and kissed her on the mouth. "It is not supposed to be like mine. You are too..."

"Too what... Jon?" She cut him off with a raised eyebrow.

He tried his best not to laugh when he said, "Short... If you had a sword sheathed at your hip, it will touch the ground... Therefore, I had a new holder made for you... It is one that is placed on your back." To his relief she did not appear to be offended or angry by his words.

She nodded in response then asked, "So are you going to show me how I put it on?"

He placed his two hands on her hips and turned her around so that her back was in front of him. He took the sword holder strap and placed it over one shoulder. He then turned her around again and pulled each end of the strap to the front of her, and fastened the buckle around the front of her chest. He pulled on the strap to make sure it as secure and moved a few steps back. "How does it feel?" He asked as he looked into her eyes.

She moved around, stretching and swinging her arms. She looked at him, smiled and said, "It is perfect."

He smiled and took a deep breath. "You will need to keep your sword close to you." 'If she only had a sword close to her or even a piece of Dragonglass things would have been so different,' He thought.

"My sword?" He could hear the confusion in her tone as she asked this question.

"Aye, every Targaryen warrior Queen needs a proper sword," he said before he turned around and walked over to where his two sword were leaning against wall. He grabbed them both, walked back towards her and laid them both gently on the bed.

He picked up the larger sword and pulled it from it's sheath and explained, "This sword is named Winters Wolf. It is Valyrian Steel as far as I know... This sword once belonged to Ser Arthur Dayne sword… He was one of the Kingsguard whom was protecting me when I was born at the Tower of Joy." He then turned his gaze from the sword to her beautiful eyes, which were showing so many emotions that he could not name.

"It is truly a beautiful sword Jon," she breathed out. He nodded in agreement, placed the sword back in its holster and laid it tenderly on the bed.

He then looked at Dark Sister and picked it up. He looked at his wife and smiled as he said, "This sword... This sword is one of the ancestral Valyrian Steel swords of House Targaryen. It is not Blackfyre… This was the sword is the one that was once wielded by Visenya Targaryen, one of the sister wives of Aegon the Conqueror… This sword is named Dark Sister." When he said the name of the sword, he saw her eyes open wide in disbelief.

"Dark Sister? I… I thought it was lost."

"Aye, it was ... but your older brother Rhaegar... My father, found it beyond the Wall. Then he left it at the Tower of Joy, with my mother when he had to leave to join the war at Battle at the Trident." He took a deep breath as he draw Dark Sister from it's scabbard and then turned his gaze towards Daenerys. "It is not meant to be my sword... It is meant to be yours."

"Jon," she gasped as she stared at the smoky steel sword in front of her, "I… I cannot accept this sword... You father found it and left it for you… It belongs to you."

"No, Dany, it was my sword." He said as he shook his head, "Now it is yours… I need you to have a weapon that can kill White Walkers... I will feel a lot more at ease knowing that you can protect yourself. I failed you by not teaching you how to fight in our last life, and I will not fail you again… and besides I still have Winters Wolf." He watched as she finally pulled her gaze from the sword in his hands and brought it to his eyes. He then carefully placed he hilt of the sword in her hand.

He watched as a smile appeared in her face. She wrapped both hand around the hilt and slowly swung the sword. 'Gods she looks sexy holding a sword,' He thought to himself. He then watched as she took one hand off the hilt and began to trail her finger along the flat side of the blade. "Be careful not to cut yourself… It is very sharp."

"Do not worry Jon, I know it is sharp. I promise I will not cut myself," she chuckled, "But if you do not mind, will you help me put it in it's holder on my back?"

He chuckled and it did not take long before he had the scabbard properly attached to the sword holder. As he sheathed Dark Sister for her he asked, "How did the sword feel?"

"It's not nearly as heavy as I thought it would be… I thought that I would struggle with it's weight, but the weight was perfect."

"Valyrian steel is lighter than normal steel, or castle forged steel," his grey eyes met hers, and he continued "You look like a true Targaryen warrior Queen Dany… I think you were born to wield Dark Sister." He noticed the blush that was creeping up from her neck and spreading to her cheek. He pulled her in for an embrace, and then placed a kiss to her brow, then one on each cheek, and finally her lips. However, the kiss was quickly broken apart when there was a knocking on the chamber door.

"My King I need to speak to you," he heard the sound of Illyrio's voice on the other side of the door.

He pulled away from his wife's loving embrace and answered the door, "Good Morning, Illyrio. Please come in." The magister smiled as he entered the room. Jon shut the door behind him and asked, "Would you are for a glass of wine?"

"No thank you, Your Grace," The fat Cheesemonger respectfully replied, "I do wish to ask a favor from you though?"

Jon was confused. He quickly looked towards Dany who shrugged her shoulders, also not knowing what the favor might be. "What favor do you wish, Illryio?"

"I wish to ask if you will refrain from hatching the dragon eggs until I return."

"Why Illyrio?" Jon asked as he raised his eyebrows to the magister.

"Your Grace, When we spoke the other day, you told me that your Father, Rhaegar had given your dragon egg to your mother, so that she would be able to place it in your crib after your birth…"

"Aye, that is correct."

"Well your Grace, I have wonderful news... I remember Lord Varys telling me once that your father also had given a dragon egg to each of your half-siblings." He turned his gaze at Daenerys who was also surprised.

"And where are these eggs now Illyrio?" Daenerys asked as she walked to stand next to her husband.

"During the sacking of King's Landing Lord Varys was able to hide them before the Lannister troops stormed the Red Keep… I believe he told me they are hidden near the skull of Balerion the Black Dread, underneath the Red Keep… I am sorry I forgot to mention it last night, your Graces."

He took a deep breath 'Six Dragons ... It seems too good to be true with what we are facing ...I will not use all of them in the Long Night... I will not take that change with The Night King again. He will be able to kill them easily with his Ice spears if they do not have a rider… Then they would just be another slave to the Night King… another pawn in his army... but we can use them in the war for the throne and save more lives if we ask them to surrender by seeing how many dragons we have' he looked at the Magister and smiled. "Illyrio, do you mind bringing these two dragon eggs when you returned with Lord Varys?"

The Magister smiled and said, "Of course your Grace, it would be my honor." Illyrio bowed his head, then looked at the both of them and said, "I will see you both when I return from the capital with Lord Varys. If the winds are kind, we should return in about 10 days."

"Thank you, Illyrio. We wish you safe travels," The Queen politely responded.

After that, Illyrio took his leave. Jon then looked at his wife, smiled and said. "Come my love, let us go to the dining hall and break our fast… I fear if we do not leave this room soon we will be in here all day."

She chuckled, hooked her arm in her husband's arm and said, "Lead the way, My King, I am starving."

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Tyrion Lannister

The sun had risen nearly to its peak and finally The King and Queen of the southern six kingdoms were about to leave Winterfell. They were supposed to leave at first light but of course, they had been delayed. As hand of the King in The North Tyrion walked over to King Eddard Stark who was saying his goodbye to his old friend.

"Ned... We need to do something about Aegon Targaryen," the Fat King said once more, trying to convince the new King, his King, to join his crusade against the last remaining Targaryens.

"We have been over this Robert!" The King in the North sighed, "House Stark and the North will have no part in whatever you try to do to them. He is not a threat! Now I think it is time that you take your leave."

He may not know Ned Stark that well yet, but he could tell the newly crowned King in the North was getting frustrated. 'I wonder why it is that Ned Stark does not believe these Targaryens to be a threat?' Tyrion wondered to himself.

"Good-bye, King Eddard Stark," Robert sighed as he shook the King in the North hand. Then in a gruffer tone he added, "I hope for your sake and the sake of your people you are right about the Targaryens... But know this, Ned… I will not stop hunting all the Dragonspawn until this world is completely rid of them."

He agreed with what his new King and friend said earlier, that the Targaryens were nearly extinct and that Robert should just let them be... However, he knew the fat king was correct with his demand, that he would never stop until every Targaryen or person claiming to be a descendant of a Targaryen was dead.

Robert then climbed into his carriage and as soon as the door was closed, the caravan began make its way out of the castle's courtyard.

After the carriages and wagons were out of sight, the Dwarf of Casterly Rock looked up to his King, who calmly stated, "The Lords and Ladies of the North are waiting for us in the Great Hall. It's time for them to know that you have been named my Hand." The King then gave him a reassuring smile. Tyrion nodded and followed his new King as he began to walk.

They walked together, side by side in a comfortable silence towards the Great Hall of Winterfell. When they entered the grand room all of the northerners cheered, 'The King in The North!' They walked together until they reached the head table and the King took his seat on the simple wooden chair, serving as his throne, alongside his family.

After he was seated, he looked over at him and quietly said in his calm, but gruff Northern accent, "Sit next to me Lord Tyrion. I need my Hand at my side."

The imp smiled nervously and slightly nodded his head in response before he pulled out the chair next to the King in the North and sat. 'This must be his heir, Robb's, chair' he thought to himself as he shifted in the chair between the King and his eldest daughter Sansa, in an attempt to get comfortable.

He looked at the young Stark girl and smiled as he respectfully asked, "How did you sleep lady Sansa?"

The Stark girl looked at him and smiled back. "I slept well, thank you Lord Tyrion... I just wanted to thank you, for telling the truth to King Robert and the people of the North last night."

"Don't mention it Lady Sansa... I mean Princess Sansa... I suppose I should start calling you by your proper title... I do not enjoy cruel boys or men, princes or kings, hurting or forcing themselves upon little girls or women... even though that cruel monster last night happened to be my nephew." He noticed a shy smile grace the corners of her lips when he said those words; he was thankful he was able to help her feel a little more at ease considering everything she had been through in the last 12 hours.

"You can just call me Sansa, Lord Tyrion... I heard that you have decided to stay in Winterfell and that Father has named you his Hand of the King... Is this true?"

He looked at his left and saw that Ned was talking to his lady wife... the Queen in the North. He then turned his gaze back towards Sansa and smiled and whispered, "Yes it is... "However, she cut him off before he could finish his answer.

"I am glad that you are... You are a kind person as well a smart one. We will need you when the Long Night comes again."

Tyrion was surprised when she said 'The Long Night,' he had not heard those words since he was a young lad, misbehaving and his nursemaid had told him tales about ancient magical creatures. 'Surely she meant something different,' he thought. He was about to ask the Princess what she meant by those words, but before he could ask Ned stood up from his throne and started speaking.

"My Lords and Ladies," King Eddard called in a booming voice. "The King and Queen of the Southern Six Kingdoms have left the North!" This announcement was met by a round of cheers. When it quieted down he continued, "Queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey have been informed that they may never return to the North... and if they do, they are aware that they will be executed!" Which cause another round of cheers from the Northern Lords and Ladies.

He made eye contact with the King as he waited for the roaring approval to simmer down. When it did, the King gave him a slight nod before he spoke once more, "That is not all My Lords and Ladies... I have an announcement to make... You all informed me, last night, that I needed to name a Hand of the King in the North... And I have made a decision on this matter."

The king looked at him and smiled. "I have chosen a man who has shown the North he is a man of honor. That he is a knowledgeable and puts the right choice above the easy choice, even if that choice put his own life in danger... I have named Tyrion of the House Lannister as the Hand of the King in the North!" King Ned then looked at him, and gave him an encouraging nod to stand and speak.

Tyrion felt his heart rising as he waited for the gathered Lords and Ladies to voice their disapproval. He was frozen in the chair; his anxiety was coursing through every vein of his body. 'I have been shit on my whole life... I have never been accepted... not by court, not even by my own family.' He sighed as he continued to wait, but to his surprise, they only smiled and then he heard a round of approving 'Ayes.' For the first time in his life he felt accepted, which made him smile.

A large man, who he believed was Lord Manderly because of the Merman sigil on the front of his leather armor, stated, "The north is honored to have Tyrion Lannister as Hand to our King! Because of his just actions last night... his testimony was detrimental to Robert Baratheon granting the North our independence! Because of his actions he saved the North from ever having to follow the rule of that mad prince!"

When he heard another round of 'Ayes' and applause. He was humbled. He was in disbelief that he had been accepted, just because he had done the right thing. 'The North is definitely not the South,' he mused as his anxiety began to dissipate and he stood up from his seat. He looked around the room, at all of faces of those gathered in the Great Hall. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he began to speak, "Lords and Ladies of the North, I wanted to take a moment to thank each of you for your kind words. In addition, I vow that I will do everything in my power to make sure the North remains fair and just. I promise that I will provide unbiased counsel to your King and I will do everything in my power to help him ensure the safety of the North!"

After is declaration, the Lords and Ladies raised their tankards of ale, and nodded. He looked at his King and noticed he had a hint of a frown on his face. He had seen that look in others before... when they had information that they needed to share, but either did not want to share or did not know how to say what needed to be said. He watched as the King looking at all of the lords and started speaking.

"My Lords... My Ladies... I have told you that I have been having disturbing reports about strange happenings beyond the Wall... I have sent eldest sons, Robb and Jon to go and investigate these reports." He watched as the King paused to take a deep steading breath, "However, have not received any word from them since they went beyond the Wall, approximately one moon turn ago."

Tyrion watched the faces of those gathered; He saw the look of shock and horror on all of their faces. 'If it was me lost beyond the Wall my father and his bannermen would be thanking the gods.'

"My King we need to send men beyond the Wall and find them!" One of the Lords, he believed was Lord Glover because of the fist sigil, exclaimed.

He saw the King in the North rising his hand. "Aye, we will and that's why I have to announce that I am going beyond the Wall, with my brother, Benjen, who is First Ranger of the Nights Watch. Together, with the support of the Nights Watch, we will investigate these reports as well find out what has happened to my sons."

He heard gasps echoing off the grey stonewalls of the Great Hall. Then many of the lords began voicing their dissatisfaction and throwing out questions towards their King.

"My King, we need our King in the North... Not beyond the Wall..."

"It is not safe beyond the Wall..."

"Call the banners... we will help you find your sons!"

"Who will lead us while you are gone, your Grace?"

He saw a true smile appear on Ned's lips when he heard that question. He watched as he turned his head and looked at him and Sansa.

"My Hand will return to Winterfell while I am beyond the wall... He will help lead the North with my wife, Queen Catelyn and daughter, Princess Sansa."

Tyrion shifted his line of sight to the redheaded girl sitting next to him; it appeared she was as surprised by the King's announcement as he was. He did not have long to think before Ned started speaking once more.

"We will leave soon my Lords... I will take some of my own men with me. The men joining me on this quest will be Jory, Alyn, Harwin, and Hallis." He watched as the King eyed the four men, who were standing in the back of the room, all of whom nodded at the command.

"But, your Grace..." one of the Northern Lords started to protest.

Ned simply raised his hand from the table, and the grumbling stopped. "I have made my mind up my Lords and Ladies. I thank you for your concern. However, my decision is final. That will be all!" Everyone appeared shocked by their King's statement, but accepted their Kings decision without any more loud quibbling; they were now quietly talking amongst themselves.

Once the room was almost silent, he turned his gaze back towards Sansa and asked, "Has he ever been so straight forward with the people of the North?" She silently shook her head no.

Everyone's attention was snapped to the doors of the Great Hall when they swung open. He watched as seven men entered the Great Hall. Maester Luwin was standing in front, and behind him were four Stark Household Guards and two men he did not recognize... but by the clothes were wearing, they were definitely not from the North. One was a younger man, maybe about seven and ten, who was tall and lean with shorter brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The other man was shorter and stout, with darker skin, wild black curly hair and brownish-black eyes. He glanced at the King in the North who was smiling down at the two out of place men.

"What can I do for you today?" The King asked as he smiled at the Maester and the two newcomers.

"Your Grace," the Maester said as he bowed his head, "This is Gendry Waters, a blacksmith, and this Syrio Forel, a water dancing instructor from Braavos. They have come to Winterfell as requested."

'Gendry Waters... What does the King of the North want with a bastard blacksmith and a dancing instructor?'

"Syrio Forel... Did my son, Jon Snow, summon you to Winterfell?" The King kindly asked.

"Yes, your Grace ... He asked me to train your children, Sansa, Arya and Rickon, as well as your wife, Queen Catelyn, the art of water dancing."

The Northern Lords and Ladies started whispering to each other. 'This is quite interesting... why would the King's bastard send for a dancing master?' The Imp thought.He looked at the King and Queen, both of whom appeared bewildered.

Ned quickly washed the confused look off his face, looked toward a few of the servants and handmaidens against the back wall and said, "Would you mind preparing suitable chambers for our new arrivals and please bring a warm meal to my study for them while they wait on their accommodations?"

"Of course, your Grace," the servant in the middle stated as all three bowed their heads, and quickly left the room.

The King then looked at him and smiled. "Lord Tyrion... I have matters to attend to at the moment... Would you please escort Gendry and Syrio to my study chambers? I will join you all shortly."

"Of course, your Grace," Tyrion answered. He then got up from his chair and walked towards the two men. "If you would, please follow me and I will show you the way to King Eddard's study."

The two men nodded and followed him outside of the Great Hall. As they walked through the halls of the castle, he looked at the younger man, Gendry, and thought 'This boy looks familiar.' He also thought the boy looked a little tense, so as they walked he asked, "Gendry, it appears the King was expecting you arrival, but if I may ask why were you asked to come to Winterfell?"

Gendry smiled, "I was lead to believe that the Warden... I... I mean King in the North... uh... his bastard son sent me a message saying his father was in need of a man whom could reforge Valyrian Steel... They offered me coin and free chambers, as well as a permanent position in Winterfell's forge."

Tyrion was surprised, 'Why would Ned need someone whom can rework Valyrian Steel?' He then turned his attention towards the man named Syrio Forel. "And you... Syrio... why is Winterfell in need of a dancing instructor?"

"The king in the North's Bastard son sent me a message, via carrier, requesting that I come to Winterfell to help his younger siblings and their lady mother the art of the Water Dance."

Questions started to arise in his mind, 'Why would the Bastard of Winterfell request a water dancing master teach his siblings and their lady mother a type of Braavosi swordplay? Why did he do this without even informing his father?'

He felt that he had been quiet for too long so he asked, "Have either of you actually met the Bastard of Winterfell... the King's son, Jon Snow?"

The both shook their heads no.

"I had not been in King's Landing for long, when a Northern Lord, named Wendell Manderly, came to me with a sealed scroll. It was an offer, signed by Jon Snow, and I accepted the offer."

Tyrion was still confused. "May I ask why?" He asked.

The Water Dance Master looked at him and smiled. "He requested I teach his family so they will know how to protect themselves... Also, I was tired of the City... I was tired of seeing so many people suffer... I was also tired of the heat and smell of shit... Therefore, I figured I might as well travel North, so I could teach my skills... When I accepted the position I never expected I would be teaching a Royal Family the art of the Water Dance." he smiled.

They finally stopped before the King in the North's study. Tyrion opened the door and led them in. Once the two men were seated on a couch across from the desk, a couple of servants brought in warm stew and ale for the men.

When they began to eat, Tyrion asked, "Is there anything else that I can do for either of you at this time?"

They both shook their heads no.

Tyrion smiled, "Well then, please wait here until the King is done with his other matters. If you need anything there is a servant just outside the door that can assist you."

Tyrion took his leave, and began the walk back to the Great Hall. As he walked through the empty halls, he thought to himself, 'Things are getting interesting in the North.' Just before he reached his destination, The Queen in the North, Catelyn Tully Stark, stopped him.

"Lord Tyrion," she called with a smile.

"Your Grace, what can I do for you?" He responded with a smile.

"I just wanted to thank you, for what you did for my family last night. If it were not for you for, your sister's men would have wrongfully butchered my daughter's Direwolf. Also, because of your actions, my daughters' names were cleared."

Tyrion felt humbled by her kind words. "It was nothing, your Grace. I was just doing the right thing."

She smiled at him and turned to leave, but he stopped her by asking, "Your Grace, if may I ask, do you know why Gendry Waters is here?"

She looked at him and nodded, "He is here to reforge Ice"

He raised his eyebrow. "Ice?"

"Ice is the great ancestral Valyrian Steel Sword of House Stark. My husband had decided to have the great sword reforged into two new Valyrian Steel swords, one for him and one for his brother, Benjen. Gendry has been trained how to rework Valyrian Steel, so my husband has commissioned him to complete the task and offered him a permanent position in Winterfell."

He now knew why the blacksmith was here, but he was still confused on to why. "Your Grace, may I ask you why the King is having Ice melted and forged into two swords?"

She kept on smiling as she answered, "You will find out soon enough Lord Tyrion."

The Queen in the North then turned and walked away. He was now alone, standing in front of the doors of Great Hall with questions arising in his mind then answers that he received...

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Daenerys Targaryen

Dany and Jon walked into the kitchen and were about to grab some food so they could break their fast. She was surprised to see Robb, already in the kitchen, filling a plate with an assortment of foods. He had not seen that they had entered the room, so she smiled and called, "Robb!" When he looked up, she added, "Good morning."

"Good morning, dear good-sister… Brother… You all are up earlier than I expected," he said with a knowing smirk. He set down his plate of food on the counter and then walked over to embrace her husband. He whispered something in his ear that she could not hear, but a giggle escaped her lips when she Jon's face filled with a crimson blush at the words. Robb then walked over to her, and she was shocked when he pulled her into a crushing embrace. As soon as he was done with his embrace, he looked at her and smiled. "I see Jon gave you the sparing clothes… You look beautiful." After he said these words, it was her husband's turn to laugh as she blushed a shade of scarlet.

Suddenly, she was startled when she heard a screech from behind her good-brother. The next thing she knew Sarogon way flying over to the counter were they were standing and began eating some roasted fish from one of the platters. She smiled at the sight of the small grey dragon, who then looked at her and gave her a welcoming hoot. She looked at Robb and smiled as she asked, "Did our child behave for you last night?"

"Aye, he did… Though we did have to visit the kitchen for snacks several times last night." He then chuckled as he added, "I do not think he is ever full."

She walked past her good-brother and scratched the babe dragon under chin earning some loving nudges into her hand and some purrs of delight. As she loved on her winged child, she was surprised at how fast the dragon was growing. 'When I first saw him a couple of days ago he was barely bigger than two hands placed together and now he was the size of three hands placed together.'

She was pulled from her thoughts when Jon started speaking. "Robb, we are going to break our fast and after that I am planning to teach Daenerys the basics on how to wield her sword… I would like to watch her form and stances, so, would you mind to be her sparring partner?"

Robb's answer was immediate, "I would like nothing more to help my new sister with her sparing."

Daenerys could not believe what she had just heard; she was filled with such joy and happiness as she thought, 'So, this is what it feels like to have a true loving brother.'

Jon then handed her a plate and they began to fill them with different foods that were in platters on the counter. She filled her plate some scrambled eggs, fresh fruits, some roasted white fish and a rasher of bacon. Jon then led her to the dining hall and she sat down across from her good-brother, while her husband sat next to her. She began eating her food, not realizing how much of an appetite she had worked up from her and Jon's activities the night before. They sat in a comfortable silence as they all broke their fast.

After several minutes had past, Robb finally broke the stillness in the air when he asked, "Daenerys, ever since Jon told me that he had married, I have wondered, just exactly how did the two of you meet and fall in love… I am sorry if these questions came out of the blue, it's just my brother has yet to tell me."

This shocked her. She was not shocked that Jon had not told her good brother how they met and fell in love… However, she was shocked that she could not herself remember how they had come to be married. "I... I am sorry Robb, but I cannot seem to remember..." She then looked over at her husband who did not seem the least bit shocked that she could not remember such an important event in their past life.

"It is fine Daenerys. It is not your fault that you cannot remember... I was thinking that the reason some of your memories of me are lost is because you mentioned your past companions or past lovers when we first met."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked, "What do you mean Jon?"

She watched her husband taking a deep breath before he started to talk. "When we met..." She heard him chuckle "We really did not care for each other… I believe it would be safe to say that we hate one another."

She was surprised by her husband's statement and by the look on Robb's face, she could tell the statement shocked him as well. "We did?" She finally breathed out.

"Aye," he chuckled again, "Let me start from the beginning… I was newly named King in the North when you arrived at Dragonstone. I received ravens from both you and Queen Cersei Lannister, requesting that I go south and bend the knee. I ignored both scrolls, because I knew my people would not submit again to a Southern ruler… And, I was also preoccupied trying to find a way to save my people from the threat beyond the Wall. Then, I received another raven from my friend, Samwell Tarly. In this message he informed me that there was Dragonglass on Dragonstone. That is when I made the decision to travel to Dragonstone, in hopes to form an alliance with the 'Dragon Queen' and that you would allow me to mine the Dragonglass in the caves of the island. Let's just say that the Northern Lords and Ladies were not happy with my decision," he paused momentary to chuckle, "They all believed that you would feed me to your dragons or burn me alive or seduce me into bending the knee… When I arrived you were not happy with me because I was a man claiming to be King of the Northern most Kingdom," he then shifted his gaze to her, "and you believed that you were the rightful heir and Queen to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, therefore I was in open rebellion against your crown… You demanded that I bend the knee. Let us just say that when I refused, and continued to refuse, my defiance frustrated you…because you had asked me repeatedly to bend the knee and I never did… Well at least not at first," he added with a sigh, as if he was trying to push a painful thought from his memory.

She gave him an encouraging smile, and sighed again before he continued, "In our first conversation, you mentioned that you were sold like a broodmare, raped, and defiled, chained and betrayed… You later told me that it was your brother, Viserys, who had sold you to Khal Drogo in exchange for an army, and that he was the man who had rape you repeatedly before you thought you had learned to love him." He paused again and took a long sip of orange juice. While he drank, she thought, 'So that is why he holds so much anger towards my brother. It makes sense.' She then placed a comforting hand on his thigh, and he smiled at her after he put his glass of juice down.

"As I was saying… when we first met ... We hated each other. You wanted me to bend the knee, and I told you I would not bend the knee to you or to any other queen because my people would not accept a southern ruler. I told you that there was a threat beyond the wall much greater than that of Cersei Lannister. We were having a heated discussion… I was so frustrated because you did not believe me about the White Walkers and the Army of the Dead… I tried everything to convince you that they were a bigger threat… I even told you that if we did not stop them it would not matter whose bones sat on the Iron Throne… I honestly think you were about to order your guards to feed me to your dragons, but it the conversation was stopped when Lord Varys, who was one of your advisors, entered the Throne Room and informed you that you had lost two of your allies. As soon as you received the news you sent me and my advisor, Ser Davos, to chambers, had baths drawn for us and sent us food… I was so mad because you refused to let me leave..."

When he said this, she cut him off by asking, "Did I take you as my prisoner?"

He smiled and shook his head, "When I asked if I was your prisoner, your exact words to me were 'Not yet,' but in reality I actually was… I wanted to leave the island but you would not let me… but you did allow me to walk the castle and the grounds… I came to enjoy brooding on the cliffs overlooking to the Blackwater," he chuckled, which made them all laugh.

'How in the world did this man go from becoming my prisoner to the man I love and would die for,' she wondered to herself before he began speaking once more.

"You knew we had to make peace in order to become allies, and one of your advisors persuaded you to allow me to mine the Dragonglass as a peace offering and in hope that it would sway me into eventually bend the knee... After you allowed me to begin mining the Dragonglass, I started to respect you more… Moreover, I believe that you respected me a little as well, because you saw what I was risking to save my people… Then while mining we discovered some old cave drawings… depictions of the first men and the children of the forest coming together to fight against the White Walkers… I then brought you to the cave and showed them to you… It was then that I decided that I was starting to care for you… in more than a political sense… I mean, you still frustrated me because you said you would only help my cause when I bent the knee…Then I knew that I cared for you when you went riding into battle on the back on your largest dragon… I was so scared that something would happen to you… that you would have been struck by an arrow or killed… I stood on that damn cliff overlooking the Blackwater brooding and praying that you would return, because you were important to all those who followed you… I did not know what would happen to them if you feel in battle… Then I knew that you cared for me when you came back from the battle."

"Why is that?" Dany asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Because when you returned you landed your largest dragon right in front of me! All I saw was sharp teeth in my face… but then, when I looked in his eyes something stirred inside of me… I removed my glove and rubbed his snout, just like if I was showing love to Ghost. When I looked up to you, I saw the fear in your eyes that he was going to harm me… That is how I knew that you cared for me…"

"So when did you know that you loved her? When did you actually fall in love?" Robb blurted out. She blushed at the question and looked at Jon waiting for his answer, but Jon looked at his brother as he answered.

"I went beyond the Wall... On a stupid suicide mission to find a wight so we could take it to Cersei to convince her that the threat was real." She watched as her love took a deep breath before continuing. "The mission was doomed… we were surrounded by the dead… It was as if they knew of our plans… that knew we were coming… I was able to send one of the men who followed me on this quest back to the Wall and he sent a raven to Daenerys… The situation was dire… We had captured the wight, but we were trapped on a rock in the middle of a half frozen lake with no way out… Then when the lake froze completely, all hope was lost… But, to my surprise, she came reigning fire on the undead soldiers with all three of her dragons… She got the message, and she risked her life to save me and my companions…" She noticed that he looked at Robb when he spoke and she watched as he took another deep shaky breath before he continued, "I was getting ready to take her hand and climb on the dragon, but I noticed that my men were still being attacked, so I retuned to the battle… Then, once all my men were safely on her dragon's back, I went to get on, but before I could get on her dragon... I was attacked again… I yelled at her to 'Go and Leave Now' as two wights pushed me into the icy waters of the lake… After I got loose of their grasp I swam and got out of the lake… You had already gone… I somehow found Longclaw… In the past I would have just gave up… I was tired of fighting for the shit life I had been dealt… but for some reason... I found a purpose to continue the fight." He then looked at her and smiled.

'It was me… I was the reason he chose to continue the fight.' She wanted to know more, so she asked,"I cannot remember… what happened next, my love?"

He smiled and took her hand. "My Uncle Benjen came out of nowhere… He came in riding a horse and saved me from the swarm of wights… He put me on that horse and sent it back to the Wall… He gave his life to make sure I was saved." She squeezed his hand and gave him a comforting smile, hoping it gave him the courage to continue the story.

"When I arrived back at the Wall I was unconscious… I later heard that you stood on top of the Wall for hours waiting for me to return… Though, the next thing I remember was waking up in a room… but it was not my room... I woke up in your chambers on a boat. You were watching over me while I was literally out cold…that is when I knew I was in love with you… That is also when I bent the knee… You proved to me that you cared about your people, and that you were what my people needed to get though the Long Night." She looked at him and felt her heart was beating in a tremendous speed. 'If Robb was not here I would have taken him on this table,' she placed a hand on her his cheek and pulled him for a kiss.

When she pulled away, she heard Robb speaking. "Okay… So when did you know that she loved you too?"

"I knew that she loved me too when we began to make arrangements to move her armies North… and she took my advice to sail together with me to White Harbor and then travel together to Winterfell… When all of her advisors advised against it she did not care…"

"Now… I do remember that boat ride, Jon Snow." She then leaned over to whisper very quietly into her husband's ear so that only he could hear, "I am pretty sure that is when we conceived Rhaegar."

"It is not that hard to believe that you two hated each other when you first met... You are both fucking stubborn as hell!" When Robb said this, they all erupted in laughter.

"Aye, we both are!" He then stood, took her hand and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles. He then said to her, "I'm going to speak with Bako and our other blood riders and see how our prisoner is doing."

She smiled at him and nodded in response. He put his hand under her chin, tilted it upwards and kissed her on her lips. After he pulled away, he looked at her and his brother and said, "I will see the both of you in the training yard shortly."

She smiled and kissed him again before he smiled at his brother, and retreated from the dining hall. After he left she looked at Robb whose smile had morphed into a frown. "What is wrong, Robb?"

"Did Jon have any nightmares last night?"

Which made her take a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, he did... When I asked him how he slept, he told me that he had slept peacefully... However, I could tell that he was lying… I know that He only said it so that I would not be worried about him… He is keeping something from me, Robb..."

She watched as he took a deep breath. "We need to find out what it is... Daenerys I need you to try again. I am sorry that I am pushing you… but please understand he is my brother and my family. I need to protect him. I promised my father I would keep my eye on him..."

She cut him off his rambling. "Robb I understand… His my last relative, that is if you are not counting my horrible excuse of brother. I love Jon with all of my heart… I do not like or enjoy that he is keeping something from me… I will try again tonight..." She took a deep breath.

They sat in silence and finished their meal. When they were done Robb said, "Come on, let's go to the training yard, I am sure that Jon will be waiting for us."

She nodded her head and stood up. As they walked out of the dining hall Robb stated, "I see Jon has given you Dark Sister."

"Yes, he did," she answered shyly, "Although, I am not really sure that I should be the one to wield it… I am not sure that I have earned the right to wield this sword."

"Daenerys trust me. Jon would not have given you that sword if he did not think you should wield it… Have faith in yourself… Between Jon and myself, you will be the next Warrior Queen the seven kingdoms sings songs about." Robb said with a smile, "So come on… Your first lesson is today… Show us what a Targaryen Queen is made of."

She laughed at her good brother's comments. They then walked side by side to the training yard to meet with her husband, so she could learn to become a Warrior Queen.

When they entered the training yard, she saw that her husband had a smile on his face as he was speaking with Ser Jorah. As they approached, the she watched as the old knight smiled at her husband and slightly bowed his head as he turned to walk away for the training yard. When the old knight passed them, he offered her a Robb proper greeting before her continued on his way. When Jon noticed their arrival, he smiled widely and walked over to meet her and his brother.

When they reached him, Dany asked, "What did you and Ser Jorah discuss?"

He smiled at her, "Well apparently in the few days that we have been here, Sarogon has eaten through Illyrio's white fish storages, so I asked Ser Jorah to go down to the markets and pick up some more... I just cannot get over how fast he is growing and how much he is eating!" He chucked as he grabbed both of her hands.

She smiled and nod, "Well he is growing fast... I cannot remember how fast my dragons grew in the past." She mused.

"I am not sure either... they were quite large when I first met them... I believe they were about six years old." He answered and then placed a tender kiss on the knuckles of each hand before letting her hands go.

He then turned to his brother and said, "Thank you again, Robb, for agreeing to help me with Dany's training." Jon then placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes as he continued in a serious tone, "Ensuring that all of my family is going to be prepared to fight when the Long Night arrives means the world to me... I vowed that I would not fail you all this time."

"Of course, brother. I can think of no other place I would rather be."

He then turned back towards her and asked, "Are you ready for your first lesson?"

She smiled and nodded.

Jon then pulled Dark Sister from its scabbard on her back. He careful looked at the smoky blade and then back to her, then with stoic seriousness he stated, "Dany, this is no toy. It is Valyrian Steel so you must handle it with care or you will with yourself... But the first lesson of swordplay it to stick them with the pointy end." All three of them then erupted in belly busting laughter.

They both looked at Robb who removed his sword belt, and placed it on the table. He then looked through the many training swords until, she guessed, he had found one that was a similar weight and size to his own. She turned her gaze back at her husband who smiled at her. He kissed her forehead and stepped back.

"Let's begin... Now Dany, the first step in sword fighting is a proper stance." She nodded at her husband's words. He then placed Dark Sister in her hands, and wrapped her fingers around the hilt.

After she had a grip on the sword he stepped back and said, "Always remember. Your stance... Left foot first," he demonstrated as he drew Winters Wolf from its scabbard and placed his left foot in front of him. She mirrored what he did.

"Next, you put your right foot back and stand your ground by bending your knees." She followed his lead and figured she was doing it right because he smiled proudly at her.

She felt silly standing this way and did not understand why this was so important so she stood up straight and asked, "Jon why is this necessary?"

He smiled and walked over to her, and she heard Robb trying to sniffle a chuckle that threatened to escape his lips as Jon answered, "You need to have a proper stance, otherwise it will easy for your opponent to knock you down... Like this." She was shocked when he put his hand on her shoulder and easily pushed her down to the ground. She could not believe what he just did to her. She looked up at him and noticed that had a smirk on his face.

"If you do not use a proper stance you will be dead in seconds. A proper stance helps you stand your ground in a dual, a fight or in battle. Please Daenerys, I promise you everything I teach you is way to make sure you will not die… It will be key to your survival should you find yourself battling an enemy during the coming wars." She was surprised by is tone, he held such worry and fear in his voice. He then held out his hand to help her up. She grabbed it and he easily pulled her to a standing position next to him.

"Now, let's try again."

She did as he asked and took the stance he had just taught her.

"That is good... Now watch." This time when he pushed on her shoulder again, she wobbled a little, but she did not move her feet or fall to the ground. She was surprised.

"See, a proper stance will help you stay in your feet… Now take Dark Sister and swing it around slowly, so you can get a feel for its weight and balance."

She did as he asked and slowly swung her sword. She felt the way she had control over her Valyrian Steel sword… It felt like an extension of her body. She admired the smoky blade of Dark Sister and watched how it shimmered and shined when the rays of the midday sun hit it.

After a few minutes, Jon called, "Wonderful. Now, sheath your sword."

"Why would I sheath my sword? I though you wanted me to learn to wield it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Aye, I do," he chuckled, "However, you must start with a training sword… I do not want for you to accidentally cut yourself or my brother."

She felt her face blush as she sheathed Dark Sister on her back, and then walked over to select a blunt training sword that felt similar in size and weight to her sword. Once she selected on she walked back over to where her husband was standing with her good-brother.

"Now take your position and spar against Robb," Jon stated.

She looked at her good-brother who smiled at her. She gripped the hilt of her training sword and stood in the stance Jon has taught her.

"Dany, take your time… there is no rush right now." Her husband called. "You need to make sure that your sword is balanced perfectly with your movements."

She took a deep breath and took a few practice swings.

"Good! Now, try to strike Robb."

She did as he asked. She took her sword and swung it to Robb. He easily blocked her swing and she felt the way her harms shivered when steel met steel. She swung the sword several more times, and each time her swings were easily stopped by her good-brother. After a few minutes she was surprised how sore her arms gotten. She looked at Jon who kept on smiling.

"That is very good, Dany… I can tell how sore your arms are getting... Your arms are not yet used to fighting yet." Her husband said as he came over and rubbed the tops of her arms. "However, you cannot give up. With practice, you will become stronger and stronger and the pain will lessen. Now, try again."

She nodded and stood her stance again. She did as she asked and did it again and again. She was determined not to give up. She continued to spar against her good brother in order to prepare for the long night…

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Gendry Waters

It was just after midday in Winterfell and the sun was beyond its peak. Syrio and Gendry were sitting on a couch in the King in the North study chambers awaiting his arrival and directions. They had finished their meal of rabbit stew and brown bread and they were now talking amongst each other while they waited for their new King to arrive. After their travels from King's Landing to White Harbor via boat and then from White Harbor to Winterfell, the young man considered the Braavosi man to be his friend. A a little time had passed, their attention was pulled from each other, and towards the entrance when they someone enter the room.

"Syrio Forel, Gendry Waters, please forgive me for keeping you waiting. As you are aware, my name is Eddard Stark and I am the King in the North," the man said in a welcoming tone as he walked towards were they were sitting. He and the Braavosi man quickly stood and smiled at the King.

"It is an honor to meet you, King Eddard." Syrio stated as he bowed down before the King, "As you know, I am Syrio Forel, First Sword of Braavos, and Water Dancing Master.

"Syrio Forel, it is an honor to have you here, and the hospitality of Winterfell is yours." The King in the North said as shook his friend's hand before he continued talking, "My Maester told me that my son, Jon Snow, asked you to come to Winterfell in order to train my youngest children and wife in the art of water dancing?"

"Yes, your Grace... Your son sent a message to via from a man named Manderly. It stated that you were in need of a dancing instructor, so that your family would be able to defend themselves, if need be, in the wars to come."

Gendry did not know what to think of his friend's words... 'The wars to come? What is that supposed to mean?' However, The King in the North seemed to clearly understand because a smile appeared on his face and he smiled.

"Thank you Syrio Forel for traveling all the way to Winterfell. I presume you will need your rest. I want you to start training my wife and children at first light tomorrow. If you need anything at all, please ask for the castle Master at Arms, Ser Rodrik, and he will ensure that it is brought to you. Or if it is something that we do not have we will make sure that we get it for you."

"Thank you, your Grace," his water dancing friend stated respectfully with a nod of his head and a smile on his face. "It shall be my honor to train your family, your Grace."

The King then looked behind him, in the direction of the chambers door and called, "Hodor! Please come here!"

Gendry then heard loud, heavy footsteps approaching the chambers. He was sure that he jaw was hitting the floor when the largest man he had ever seen entered the chambers.

"Hodor!" The large man happily exclaimed.

"Hodor, would you please show Syrio Forel to his new chambers?" The King asked as he smiled at the gigantic man.

"Hodor!" The man said as he quickly nodded his head and motioned for his water dancing friend to follow.

Syrio stood from the couch and walked the towards the humongous beast of a man. He then smiled and said, "Show me the way, Hodor."

The gigantic man smiled, said "Hodor," once more and motioned his hand out to side, gesturing for Syrio to follow him outside the chambers.

After Hodor and Syrio had left, the King looked at him, smiled kindly and said, "You must be Gendry Waters."

"Yes, I am... uh, milord... I mean, your Grace." The young man stated as he bowed his head in respect.

When he saw the King's eyes widened, at first he thought that he had upset the man by calling him by the wrong title. But then the man stared at him and walked closer, it appeared that he had a look of shock on his face. Then the King breathed out, "Gendry, if I may ask, who your father is?"

He was surprised by his question. "I... I am not sure, your Grace... but you were not the first person who has asked me that question."

"Who else has asked you about your parentage?"

He took a deep breath, looked down at his hands and then answered the King in the North's question. "When I was in King's Landing, working as a blacksmith's apprentice, the Hand of King Robert, Jon Arryn came to the shop, just to talk to me... he asked me about my mother and if I knew my father... it was all very strange."

The next thing her knew the King put two fingers under his chin and lifted his face. He then looked directly into his eyes and whispered, "I do not believe it... Jon had to have known." He then started pacing the room, as Gendry's eyes followed.

The King then started talking again, but the blacksmith felt as though he was no longer talking to him, but that he was talking to himself. "You are a bastard... Gods if my hunch is right, you are the spitting image of your father when he was younger..."

'Does he know or think he knows who my father is?' Gendry thought to himself. However, he felt that right now was not the right time to voice that question out loud, so instead he interrupted the King from his thoughts by asking about the task he was commissioned to complete. "Your grace... Your bastard son, Jon Snow, asked me to come to Winterfell to rework a Valyrian Steel and offered a position as a blacksmith. May I please see where I will work?"

The King smiled and nodded. "Of course, Gendry. If you would, please follow me, and I will be happy to show you where you will be working." Gendry stood up from the couch and followed the King out of his study.

When they reached the hallway, they were joined by another man, who had a sword and was wearing Stark armor. 'Must be a member of his Kingsguard,' Gendry thought as the man followed closely behind them as they walked through hall and into the courtyard.

When they arrived at the forge, the King introduced him to an older Smith, named Mikken. The King then smiled at him with kind eyes and said, "This is where you will work Gendry. I hope they are suitable and please, do not hesitate to ask if you need anything at all. I want you to be comfortable in your new home. I also wanted you to know that we are very pleased to have you here in Winterfell." he smiled and nodded.

"Your Grace if I may ask... I what do you want me to reforge the Valyrian Steel sword into?"

The King looked at him, smiled and said, "Aye, I need for to reforge the ancestral greatsword of House Stark into two new Valyrian Steel swords. One for me and one for my brother, Benjen."

"Your Grace, may I please see this greatsword? I would like to start working on it as soon as possible and it would be nice to know what I am working with and if there will be enough steel to complete the task."

The King appeared to be slightly surprised for just a moment, but then he looked towards the man who had followed them and said, "Jory please fetch me Ice."

The man smiled and nodded. "Right away, your Grace."

The man, Jory, quickly left and just a few minutes later returned with the great Valyrian steel sword named Ice. When he handed the scabbard the King Gendry was surprised just how large the sword really was.

Gendry was starting to feel a little nervous, he had worked with Valyrian Steel many times with Tobho Mott, but most of the pieces they had worked with hand been pendants and brooches and a few daggers. "May... May I please see the sword, your Grace?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.

The king looked at him smiled and gave him the sword.

Gendry admired the craftsmen ship of the Greatsword and was in awe of how flawless the steel was impressed how well the sword had been constructed. This is truly the most remarkable piece of work I have ever seen.' When he looked up from the sword, he could tell the King was looking at him and that he was waiting for an answer, but he felt completely tongue-tied.

He felt the anxiety in the King's voice when he asked, "Will you be able to reforge Ice into two new Valyrian swords?"

Wordlessly, he placed it onto the table and measured the length and width of the sword. In his mind trying to see if there was enough steel there to complete the task. After he was certain of the answer, he looked at the king and smiled. "Yes, your Grace. I will have enough steel to be able to reforge Ice into two new Valyrian Steel Longswords... If that pleases you, your Grace."

He saw that the King in the North was smiling. "That would be perfect. Thank you, Gendry... but do you mind if I ask, how long will it take you to complete this task?"

"Your Grace, if I started working on it tomorrow... It would take me no more than a few days."

"That is excellent news Gendry! Thank you. I need you to work hard so please rest for the day and start in the first light," The King said with a smile so big that it made his eyes crinkle.

Gendry smiled at the King and said, "I will start at first light, your Grace."

"If you need any help... Our other blacksmith Mikken shall be at your service."

"Thank you, your Grace. And thank you for this opportunity."

The King took a deep breath, looked at Ice for a moment and then smiled back at him and said, "I am sorry Gendry, but I have other matters that I must attend to at this time. Please, if you need anything or any help feel free to ask on of the servants for assistance. When you are ready to head to your chambers, please ask one of them and they will be happy to show you the way. I am sure that you are tired from your long journey. When I get back to the castle I will ask some handmaidens to draw you a bath and supper will be served in the Great Hall at sundown."

"Thank you, your Grace."

"I will see you tomorrow Gendry."

The King in the North then turned and left the forge. Gendry stood at his workstation and admired all of the tools and supplies that he had been provided. He felt happy to begin his new life in Winterfell...

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Daenerys Targaryen

It was evening in Pentos and the hot sun was finally starting to set over the Narrow Sea. However, Dany, Robb and Jon were still in the training yard at Illyrio's manse practicing swordplay. She felt arms tingling and her hands were sore as hell but she was determined to fight through the pain and vowed not to give up.

She was still sparing against Robb and Jon was watching her form and helping her to correct her many imperfections. When she paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, and get a drink of water she heard her husband ask some of the servants to prepare baths for them. She then heard him walking towards her and her good brother.

"Robb, Dany," he called, "I think that you both have trained enough for one day. Let's retire for the evening."

"As you say, brother." Robb said as he look at Jon. He then turned his gaze to her and said, "Daenerys, I will be more than happy to spar with you anytime. You did an excellent job today."

"Thank you for all of your help, Robb. However, I feel you are too kind in your assessment. I know that I still have a long way to go until I become the next Warrior Queen." She said with a chuckle as her good brother pulled her in for an embrace.

When he released her from the hug, her husband pulled him into an embrace as well and she heard him whisper, "Robb, thank you again for all of your help. You truly do not understand how much this means to me."

"Anytime brother... and honestly, I really did have a wonderful time... Now if you do not mind I am going to take my leave, bathe and find some dinner. You two have a good night."

After he said this Robb quickly put away his training sword and made his way inside the manse.

Even though Jon had said they were done for the night, she wanted to use the last few rays of sunlight to practice. So she continued to swing her sword, even though her arms felt limp, while her husband was watched from the other side of the training yard.

Her concentration was broken when Jon began to walk towards her and calmly remarked, "Dany, you need to calm down. You are not moving right."

She stopped swinging the training sword as her husband approached. He stood behind her, placed both hands on hers and guided her swings with the sword so that they were now fluid.

"Do you feel the difference?" He asked. She nodded and then he continued, "The sword does not control you, Dany... You control the sword," he murmured in her ear as placed his head against her shoulder and guided her with the sword. She felt her heart beat increasing because of the way he was holding her.

"Now, practice that swing on your own." He said as he removed his hand from hers and placed them on her hips.

After one swing of the sword, she smiled, turned around and looked at him and threw the training sword on the ground. She could tell he was surprised by her actions.

"Dany, are you do..."

However, before he could finish his question she pulled him down to her for a kiss. They kissed each other passionately for several minutes when she finally had to pull away for air. As she caught her breath, she breathed out, "I am going to take a bath and I want you to join me..."

He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. He then whispered, "As you wish, my Queen." He sighed before he raised his tone when he continued, "But, before I join you... I need to speak to your horrible excuse of a brother."

She knitted her eyebrows, before she asked in a calm and even tone, "Care if I join you?"

Dany could tell he was surprised by her question when he raised a since eyebrow and asked with concern in his voice, "Are you sure?"

She placed another kiss on his lips. "I'm sure. Please, Jon, let me join you... I need to see him."

He had a nervous smile on his lips as he nodded and replied, "If that is what you wish."

She smiled and nodded, "It is."

He now had a genuine smile on his face as he placed his both of his hands on her cheeks and pulled her for a kiss. After a few moments he pulled away and said, "Let's go see him then."

After he said this, he took her hand and they both walked to the basement chambers were Viserys was being kept. They stopped in front of Bako. She heard Jon speaking to him in Dothraki and was excited when she was able to pick-up a few of the words. He smiled and opened the doors for them. Once inside the room, she saw the other two blood riders, who promptly stood from their chairs and left.

Her heart started to race at the sight of her brother. He was tied and chained to a wooden chair in the center of the room, his hair was stringy and he smelled of onions. She then watched as he slowly looked up from the floor and his eyes focused on her. She noticed that his eyes opened wide when he realized it was her.

"Dany! Dany, tell this bastard of the usurper's dog to set me free! I am his rightful King!" he screeched.

She smiled as she thought, 'He does not yet know that I have married this man he believes to be a bastard.' She looked at Jon, and squeezed his hand to get his attention. When he looked her, he returned her smile and she winked knowingly at him. She then put her hand around his neck and pulled him down for a fiery kiss. As they kissed, she soon felt his hands kneading ass as he deepened the kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see this irritated her brother.

"Daenerys! What are you doing! He is a BASTARD!" Viserys wailed.

She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her husband. She turned her gaze from him to her brother and nonchalantly said, "Viserys, don't you think it is normal for a wife to kiss her husband? I know that I do."

She saw his eyes widened in surprise. "Husband… Husband," he shrilled, "Dany, you cannot be serious… There is no way that you have really gone and married him… You know better than to sully yourself with the likes of his kind… He is nothing but a bastard!"

She felt her face flushing with anger as she gritted out, "He is not a bastard Viserys! He is our older brother's last surviving son! He is the trueborn son of our brother Rhaegar and his wife Lyanna Stark... He is Aegon Targaryen one of our last kin and true heir to the throne… not you!"

Viserys evil mocking laugh echoed throughout the room. "I see he has seduced you with his pretty face and pretty hair and cock... You, sweet sister, are nothing but a stupid slut, a dragon whore! How does it feel like to be fucked by a bastard?"

She felt like her dragon blood was boiling to the surface. She looked at Jon in an attempt to calm herself and could not believe what she saw. She watched as his eyes turned from grey to a dark burnt orange. He placed his hand of the hilt of Winters Wolf but she grabbed his hand before he could unsheathe the sword. She looked in his eyes and said as calmly as she could muster, "Jon, don't do it... we need him later."

When he took a deep breath, she watched in amazement as his eyes changed from the dark orange to dark blue and then back to his normal Stark grey. She smiled at him and nodded her head, signaling to him that he should calm down while she handles her brother. She looked at her brother and closed the three-step distance between them. She looked him square in the eyes and smiled as she slapped him hard across the face.

"You dare wake the dragon!" He squealed.

Which made her and Jon laugh, she laughed so hard that she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. Once she composed herself, she looked at him and stated, "You are no dragon!"

He appeared to be taken aback by her comment. "Of course I am! I am blood of the Dragon! I am blood of old Valyria… I have the blood of Aegon the Conqueror in my veins!"

"Aye, you are blood of old Valyria but that does not mean that you are a dragon! A true dragon cannot burn." Her husband stated calmly, which made her smile.

"Daenerys, what does he mean by that!" Viserys squeaked.

She smiled as looked at the burning torch on the wall, which was the only source of light in the dark room. She walked over and removed the torch from its perch on the wall, then walked back to where her husband stood next to her chained brother. She then placed her hand on the fire. She kept her eyes on her brother's mortified expression; it brought her joy to see him so stunned.

"Aegon and I are the last Dragons." She looked at Jon who smiled. She took his hand and placed it in the flaming torch as well. She then turn her attention back to Viserys who's eyes were still wide open in shock. "You are nothing but a fool of a man thinking his the heir to the throne, which is not truly his, and never was… You are a fool to believe that people are drinking secret toasts to your health and sewing dragon banners… Aegon is the rightful heir to the throne and I am his Queen... together we will rule Westeros and save our people from the coming darkness… But you, dear brother… You will die for your crimes against your rightful Queen! Trying to sell your sister to a rapist! What kind of a brother does such a thing! You are a horrible brother Viserys... You truly are cruel and mad just like our father!"

Which made him laugh. "The people to toast to me! They are counting down the days until I return… You honestly think the people of Westeros would follow a half-blood and the little dragon whore that killed our mother… Who killed the beloved Queen!"

She felt as her hands turned into fists as her dragon blood was now boiling. She was about to slap him again, however, before she could unclench her fist, Jon punched him in the face so hard that the chair he was secured to fell to the floor.

Jon then stood over him and gritted out, "Listen to me you mad cunt! Your days are numbered. When the time is right, you will be burned alive for your actions against our family... For the way you abused Daenerys and touched her inappropriately... and for trying to sell Daenerys to a rapist for an army to take a throne what is not rightfully yours!"

When Jon looked at her, she could see those flaming-orange eyes again. 'What is wrong with his eyes?' to her surprised her brother grabbed her ankles.

"Dany… Dany, please! Please let me go free! I am sorry… I promise I will never harm you again… I will leave you alone… I will live the rest of my days in exile… Please, Dany… Don't do this do me!" He pleaded.

She looked down at him, but felt no remorse for what they planned to do, she tried to calm her rage, but was unsuccessful, as she seethed, "I do not care if you are sorry! I do not care if you are my brother. The brother you once were died in Braavos when we left the house with the red door… You are nothing to me now… You are no brother of mine… And you will be burned! My true family is now with me here! Our nephew whom I made my husband last night. I have my good brother Robb Stark, who in the two days I have known him has been more of a true brother to me than you ever were! I also have the Starks… They are my family now… And they have been our family all along… The Usurper's Dog you called his uncle… when in reality he was the one protecting the last living heir of Rhaegar for the last eighteen years He took him, claimed him as his own bastard to keep him safe and loved him as a father should love a son! And you, Viserys… you will die for your actions for trying to sell me to a rapist!" She could see the surprise in his eyes because of the fierceness of her tone and passion in her voice and made her smile.

She could see the fear in his eyes as his voice quivered when he cried, "Dany, please... understand I only did it for us!"

She laughed at his comment. "For us! You did it for yourself. What did you say to me? You said you would let Khal Drogo, his whole Khalasar and their horses fuck me if that is what it took for you to get an army! If it wasn't for Aegon traveling from Westeros to Pentos to save me, I would have been raped and defiled!" She then moved so that she was standing over him. She looked down into his eyes and stated, "You will soon die, dead brother… You will burn for the way you treated me!" She unsheathed Dark Sister and placed her sword on her brother throat. "This is Dark Sister! I can cut your throat with it if I wanted… but what fun would that be… That death would be too merciful for the likes of a person like you… I would much rather see you burn for the way you treated me!"

She saw his eyes going wide opened. "Dark Sister! It was said to be lost beyond the Wall... Brynden Rivers last wielded it... It was rumored that Rhaegar had found it when he went beyond the Wall! Where did you find it?" She looked at her husband who only smiled.

"Our brother Rhaegar kept it at the Tower of Joy, in Donre, where my husband, our nephew, Aegon was born. His uncle Eddard Stark kept it safe for him. He then gave it to me… As he is training me to wield it, so that I can protect myself from men like you!" She took Dark Sister and sheathed it back onto her back. "The next time I see you brother is when I kill you... When I burn you!" She turned around and placed a kiss on her husband cheek. "Let's go Jon."

Jon offered her his arm, which she took. As they left the chambers all she could hear, was Viserys screaming, "Dany… Dany… Daenerys! I am sorry! I'm sorry please forgive me."

Jon smiled and nodded at Bako and their other two blood riders, and she watched as the two Blood riders entered the chambers once again.

She smiled at her husband who smiled back at her as they walked back to his chambers. 'I need to find out what is it what you are keeping from me Jon,' she thought as they walked through the winding halls of the manse. When they reached his chambers, Jon opened the door and allowed her to enter first. When he bolted the door, they removed their swords and placed them against the wall.

She looked at him and pulled him at her. She gave him a fierce kiss on his plump lips. When she broke the kiss, she murmured in his ear, "Let's go take a bath, my love... We both smell like shit."

"Aye, we do," he chuckled.

They walked hand in hand into the private bathing chamber, attached to their rooms. She was happy to see that the room with filled with steam from the boiling water in the tub. She looked at him, smiled and purred, "Take off your clothes, my love."

He happily complied by taking off his shirt, followed by his boots then his breeches, and small clothes. She admired his toned muscular body and his already hardening cock. She smiled and licked her lips. He smiled at her and closed the short distance between them. He placed one hand on her ass, and the other began to caress one of her breasts through her shirt as he kissed her on the mouth passionately.

He started to help her taking off her clothes. When he got her out of her silver shirt her breast were exposed and he quickly began suckling her one nipples like a newborn babe as he rolled and pinched it's twin; the pleasure caused a moan to escape her lips. She then took off her skirt then her breeches and small clothes and he continued to give her chest attention. Once she was naked as well, she took his hand and led them both into the boiling water of the bath. She knew the water would be scalding to normal people but she knew they were not normal… They were both dragons.

She pushed him lightly, which caused him to fall in the bath and place his back against the wall. She smiled as she lowered herself into the water and sat across his lap. She kept on kissing him and she felt him squeezing and cupping her breast. Finally, she pulled away, took the soap and wash cloth from the side of the tub, lathered it, and started cleaning his chest. She looked up at him and he was smiling lovingly at her.

Daenerys then felt his sigh before he spoke, "I am sorry for what your horrible brother said about your..."

She cut him off. "It is fine Jon. Please, do not think about it," she took a deep breath. She knew it was time to ask him her questions. "Jon when did you learn how to use two swords... I can only remember you using your Valyrian Steel sword Longclaw."

She watched him swallow hard before he answered, "I learned how to use two swords after you, died Daenerys."

She raised her eyebrow she could tell there was more to the story… He was not lying to her, but he was not telling the whole truth either. Therefore, she prodded a little deeper. "If I may ask, Jon why did you, learn to wield two swords?"

She heard him swear under his breath as he ran a hand through his raven curls. He was quiet for several moments before he finally breathed out a question instead of an answer, "Why Dany… Why do you want to know Daenerys?"

She took a deep breath, hoping to cause her nervous anxiety. "Jon... Robb and I are becoming worried about you... At times you do not even act like yourself… Like the man that I love... I understand that you changed... However, yesterday you pushed Bako in the face… It was not even a real fight… Jon, you are not fighting honorably... In our past life, even in battle, you would fight honorably... Robb thinks something happened to me after I died which caused you to fight brutally... Jon, please let me in... I know it has something to do with your nightmares... Please my love, I am here and I want to help."

She watched as he took a deep breath. But it did not appear to calm him because he gritted out, "Daenerys I do not want to talk about you death or what happen after your death…" His tone got softer as he continued, but he would still not look her in the eyes, "I do not mind talking about the happy times, but the painful ones are just too much. Please Dany, do not ask me again, we have been through this… I cannot tell you what happened in our past life after you died... what happens in my dreams... it is too painful and I do not want you to share my burdens... Dany it is ju…"

That is when she cut him off. "Jon, please just tell me... Unburden yourself… I do not care what happened in our past life... If you tell me what happened we could prevent whatever it was from happening again... Just please... Jon it pains me see that the person whom I love most in this world brooding about something he does not wish to share with me. Please, Jon, tell me," she said this as she placed both hands on his cheeks so he would look into her eyes.

"Daenerys... I do not want to talk about it!" he growled

She was surprised by the hard tone he of his voice. "Jon please just..." She again shifted his face so he had to look her in the eyes.

He had his eyes closed when she turn his head, then when his eyes opened, she noticed the irises of his eyes were turning to dark orange. "Daenerys, I have changed! You want to know why I no longer fight honorably… it is because I had to learn how to survive! Every day I was running from those dead cunts that took my sisters, that took you, and our son!" She noticed as he said this, tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. "It is a nightmare, Daenerys… A fucking nightmare that was my life! It is something that kept chasing me no matter where I went or what I did and it is still chasing me!" He then lifted her up from her lap, stood up, and started to make his way out of the water. He looked at her and she saw the tears running down his orange eyes and then on his face. "Please, Dany do not ask me what happened in my dreams or after you died again. I promise you that that it is for the best… you do not need to burden yourself with my past failures." After he said this he turned to leave, but she stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"I'm sorry Jon for bringing it up ... Please don't leave me..." She said as the tears now began to fall down her face as well.

He gave her a sad smile and nodded. She saw his eyes turning back to dark blue and then to grey as he climbed back into the tub.

She pushed him back against the wall in the tub and sat on his lap. She then cupped her hand in water and threw the water onto his hair. Which made them both laughed. She then cooed, "I already cleaned you, Jon Snow… However, I am still dirty…"

He took another soap bar and started rubbing it against her breast. She looked down and saw the tender attention he gave her breasts. She watched as he moved them with the soap. She looked at him and saw the affect it on him, which made her smile. "Do you love my breast, Jon Snow?"

He looked up at her and saw he appeared surprised by the question. He chuckled and said, "Aye, I do. They aren't too big or too small their perfect," he said as he threw hot water on her breast so that the soap was rinsed off.

She looked at him and smiled as she purred, "They were meant for you as was I meant for you..." She saw him smiled at her words. She then saw him moved his head forward and started to suck on nipple as he cupped and squeezed. Which had her moaning once more. But she knew that now as not the time as she hope she would be able to get him to answer a couple of other questions that were not linked to her death or after her death.

"Jon... When you told my brother Viserys that it was not the right time to burn him what did you mean by that?"

He released her nipple, pulled away and smiled at her. He then splashed hot water in her face as he chuckled and said, "In order to hatch our dragon eggs we need to make a bonfire and we have to have a human sacrifice. I was planning on making Viserys our sacrifice… as long as you are okay with that…" He then caused her to giggle before she could answer because he bent down and began to place open-mouthed kisses to her stomach.

"I do not mind at all. Let him suffer for the way he treated me." She was able answer between chuckles.

"I am glad to hear that you are okay with my plan."

She took a deep breath before she asked her next question; she did not want to upset him again, but she knew that they had lived so it must not have been too painful. "Jon, I was thinking… Earlier, when you told Robb that you fell into a frozen lake. Why would I leave you? Why would you even tell me to leave? I mean… you already said I was in love with you… So it does not make sense to me… Why would I leave the man I love to die at the hands of undead monsters and ice creatures?"

She saw him looking down at her, surprise showing in his eye by her question. She watched as he swallowed hard and could tell that he was thinking hard.

"Jon did something happened on that suicide mission what you're not telling me?"

She watched as he took another deep breath before he finally answered, "Aye, I am... When you arrived to save us, you brought all three of your dragons... I thought that the Night King would not stand a chance against you... I thought that the dragons were invincible…" She saw him taking a deep breath, and then he continued, "When you landed with your largest dragon, Drogon, on the tiny island we were stranded on, you wanted us to get on the dragon's back. I did not grab your hand. I fought against the dead in order to make sure everyone was on Drogon first... Then when Ser Jorah called me, I did not hear him and the next thing I saw was the Night King grabbing an Ice Spear. He looked at one of your dragons, the smallest one, named Viserion and threw it at him. The spear went through his scales like it was nothing and Viserion fell into the Frozen lake..."

She saw on his face that there was more so she encourages him by saying. "And what happened next?"

He took a deep breath. "The Night King brought Viserion back to life... He became a slave to his army... Daenerys when we have all of our dragons hatched we need to keep them far away from his army... Only a dragon with a rider will be safe... I will not allow him to make our children part of his slave army."

She was surprised by this.'Dragons are not slaves if the Night King gets his hands on them it would be all over.' She thought before she spoke aloud, "I agree Jon. We need to keep our dragons as far away from him as possible."

He smiled an nodded. "We will only use the dragons we mount... The other four will need to stay far away from his reach."

They finished cleaning themselves in a comfortable silence. After they left the bathing chambers, they entered their bedchamber, and she was happy to find that most of her clothes and other belongings had been moved from her chambers to his chambers by the handmaidens and servants.

She looked at him and he smiled at her. They both were still dripping wet and naked from their bath and the site of his arse sent sparks through her body and straight to her core. When he started to put on his shirt, she grabbed his arms to stop him. She could tell he was surprised, and she watched as his eyes grew hungry when she placed one hand on his chest and pushed him onto the bed.

She began to stroke his manhood while kissing him fiercely. She then climbed in the bed, on top of him and straddled his hips. She then took his cock and guided it towards her leaking, needy cunt. She could tell he was surprised by this as he whispered, "I thought you were sore."

She then smiled and nodded. "I am but I do not care… I need my husband to fuck me and conquer me" As she said this she felt his cock entering her cunt and just like that, she kissed roughly on the lips as he filled her deliciously.

She started to moan at the pleasure it felt like having his cock inside of her. She took his hands and placed them on his breast. She then started to move her waist until she was riding him in a furious pace. They fucked each other hard like only a dragon would mate with another dragon...