Jon immediately took the scroll from Varys. If it has the Stark sigil, something must have happened at Winterfell. Jon looked at Daenerys with an anxious look but she placed her hand on his leg, hoping to provide him with some comfort. He broke the seal and unravelled the scroll. He immediately recognised the handwriting and It was indeed a letter from his sister, Sansa.
His hands were shaking as he read the first line of the letter and tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. All eyes in the room were on him and Daenerys decided that this moment should be a private one.
'Out. All of you out' she ordered.
There were protests but one fiery glare later, every single person who attended the meeting was leaving the Chamber of the Painted Table. Jon stood up and turned away from her. His body was shaking and it made Daenerys' heart break. How much more does this wonderful man have to suffer? Daenerys walked towards Jon and her soft footsteps were not enough for Jon to turn around and face her. She tentatively reached for his shoulder but he recoiled at her touch and if it were possible, Dany's heart hurt even more. Don't push me away. Please Jon.
'Jon' Dany said cautiously. Jon didn't say anything and his attention was firmly on the scroll that he was re-reading. 'Jon!' Dany said again, this time louder and sounding more like herself.
Jon finally broke out of the spell he was in and turned around to face Daenerys. A single tear fell down his cheek and Dany wanted nothing more than to eliminate whatever was causing him pain. She would do anything for her dragonwolf, the rest of the world be damned. But then she noticed that he had a wide smile on his face, a smile that only she had seen since he had come to Dragonstone.
'I thought she was dead' Jon said, with his voice cracking with emotion.
'Who?' Dany asked as she moved into his personal space. She slowly took the raven and placed it on the table behind her.
'Arya' he says happily. 'She's in Winterfell'.
Daenerys' eyebrows rose. She didn't expect to hear those words coming out of her beloved's mouth because just a few hours ago, he was talking about his supposed dead sister and how he would've loved for them to meet. But those words did come out of his mouth. Arya Stark lives…
'I'm happy for you' Dany said with a smile. She wrapped her arms around him with her head resting on his chest. Dany could hear his steady heart and it reminded her at how if things were different, he would've been taken away from her before they even met. 'I'm glad you have some of your family back'. Daenerys was trying to be sincere but a small part of her was envious that Arya had a brother who cared that much about her. Jon is how a brother should be. Maybe that's how Rhaegar would've been to me. But the only brother I knew would never had shed a tear for me.
'Arya is your family too. I meant it when I said you'll never be alone again. It's not just me. The Starks are your family too' Jon said against her silver hair as his arm wrapped around her small frame.
'I'm happy for us' Dany corrected, smiling against his chest. Deep down, Daenerys knew that she longed for a family more than anything else. She loved Jon dearly for giving her that and hopefully, she could see her new family one day. They remained in an embrace for a few moments. The only sound that could be heard in the room was Rhaenys as she flew around Aegon The Conqueror's Painted Table.
'She's growing so fast' Jon murmured against her hair as his eyes were on Rhaenys.
Daenerys nodded against his chest before pulling her head away slightly. 'The dragons grow fast especially if you give them lots of food. Rhaenys is far larger than Drogon was when he was at her age'.
'Really?'
'Yes. After my children were born, Ser Jorah, my small Khalasar and I travelled across the Red Waste where food was scarce. It wasn't until we got to cities that Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion grew substantially' Dany said.
'Although I hate that you suffered so much in Essos, it brought you here to me and for that I'm grateful' Jon said, staring into her violet eyes as he held her close to him. 'Your hardships made you the woman you are today; the woman who I love'.
'The same goes for you' Dany said as her hand slid up his neck to his cheek. 'Everything that happened' she began as her other hand covered his heart. 'All the hurt and pain led the last two dragons to this island. Everything brought the two of us together'.
Daenerys raised herself onto her tiptoes and crashed her lips against Jon's. The feeling of Daenerys' soft pink lips against his own made Jon completely forget about the last part of the letter as his complete attention was on her lips. Her lips tasted sweet, just like the wine that they were drinking earlier and they instinctively parted to allow Jon entrance to her mouth. Their kiss began slow but quickly ignited like the dragons they were. Jon guided her towards the table as she peppered him with kisses. Jon lifted her up by her thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist. Daenerys moaned into his mouth as she rolled her hips against the growing hardness inside of his breeches.
Daenerys arms wrapped around Jon's shoulders as they continued to kiss each other passionately. Daenerys was enjoying the sounds she was eliciting from Jon as she continued to rock her hips against him. Their moans and groans were becoming ever louder as Jon placed her down on a smooth part of the table. Daenerys hands went underneath his black shirt as her legs tightened their hold of him. Their bodies were touching each other but both gave each other a look saying the same thing. You're wearing too many clothes. Dany began to lift his shirt over his head but they both heard a knock on the door causing Daenerys to groan loudly in protest.
'Your Grace' Missandei said as she entered the Chamber of the Painted Table. Missandei immediately began to blush profusely as she saw the position her Queen was in with the King in the North. Her Queens hands were under the King's shirt and Missandei had no doubt of what would've occurred if she hadn't interrupted. She felt bad as she gazed at the pair with wide eyes. 'I apologise Your Grace but some of the small folk are here as you will be holding court in a few minutes'.
Daenerys sighed as she rested her forehead against Jon's. They gazed at each other with pure love and desire but both knew that they would have to wait. 'Duty calls' Jon said, his lips brushing against hers.
'Aye' Daenerys said with a smirk because she used one of Jon's mannerisms. Jon shook his head but smiled back to her. He gave her one final kiss before retracting himself from her. I better go down to the caves and see how we are doing with the dragonglass.
'Arya, may I have a word?'
The young Stark looked towards her sister with an irritated expression. She was in the middle of fighting and as she would like to point out, winning against Brienne of Tarth until Sansa interrupted their sparring session. Arya huffed as she walked away from the towering woman and towards the Lady of Winterfell. She sheathed her sword before she reached her sister.
'Lady Stark' Arya said in a sarcastic manner before curtsying in a mocking manner. Arya no longer held the animosity she once had for Sansa when they were children but she didn't like being interrupted as she trained. 'To what do I owe the pleasure?' Arya asked in her most ladylike manner.
Sansa rolled her eyes at her little sister. 'Follow me, there is something that we must discuss'.
'Lady Stark, would you like for me to accompany you?' Brienne asked.
Sansa was about to tell her that she was safe in her own home but from the corner of her eyes she saw Petyr Baelish and hence decided that having Brienne protect her couldn't hurt. 'Yes, thank you Lady Brienne'.
The two Stark sisters walked towards the solar with Brienne in tow. Whilst both Arya and Sansa were aware of Littlefinger's eyes on them, they didn't outwardly show it. His predatory stare angered Arya and she wanted to kill him right there but with Baelish came the support of the Vale armies. Arya decided that she wouldn't do something reckless that would lose her brother support from the Vale.
They reached Sansa's solar and entered it with Brienne standing guard outside of it. The room was warm and it caused both Arya and Sansa to take off their fur cloaks. The hearth was blazing and it reminded both sisters of the few occasions they had spent in their fathers solar. Arya saw flashes of her childhood as she played with Jon, Robb Bran and Rickon whilst also annoying Sansa. It was a simpler time, Arya thought but she couldn't change anything that had happened. But I can influence the future. Winter will come for all of our enemies.
'We have an enemy within our walls' Sansa said as she took a seat.
'Who?' Arya asked eagerly. 'My Needle has been dying to put holes in a traitor'.
Sansa looked horrified at her sister but it didn't surprise her after everything the she-wolf has been through. She was always wild and different. Never a true Lady but all she wanted to do as a child was fight like the boys. But this is different. This…She has a thirst for this. Until our enemies are killed, she will never be sated. And I promise neither will I. All those who have harmed me and my family will feel our wrath.
'This isn't an enemy we can just simply kill. He's too smart for that and we would lose Jon an army and that is something I am not going to do' Sansa said.
'Littlefinger' Arya said.
'Littlefinger' Sansa repeated coldly. There was a look in Sansa's eyes that would strike fear in the hearts of the Kings of Winter and Arya felt afraid for a moment. But that moment soon passed and Arya smirked. Sansa is no longer that naïve little girl. Hmm, this may be a Sansa that I could like. 'Do you know how I dealt with Ramsey Bolton?' Sansa asked.
Arya shook her head. 'I do not'. She hadn't been back in Westeros that long and as soon as she arrived, she headed towards the Twins. From there she made House Frey extinct but Arya wasn't the type to talk to strangers that much and hence, she didn't hear about the circumstances surrounding the Bolton bastard's death. The only thing she had heard on her travels was that her brother, Jon was declared King in the North.
'I fed Ramsey to his own hounds and watched him die' Sansa said.
Now this is definitely a Sansa that I could like, Arya thought with a slight grin. 'I heard of some of the things he did. He deserved what he got'.
'Unfortunately, we cannot just simply kill Littlefinger like Ramsey. We must outsmart him' Sansa said.
'Killing him would be far simpler but you're right. He somehow has the Vale armies. He's clever, it will be difficult to outsmart him' Arya said, pondering on the ways she could end his life.
'Treason is the way we can kill him without it being suspicious. Take the night to think of any ideas and I shall do the same. We will talk some more tomorrow' Sansa said, to which Arya nodded and left the solar.
Sansa sighed as she leaned backwards in her chair. She loved her role as Lady of Winterfell. She felt like she was born to run a castle but at the end of a day, exhaustion did manage to creep up on her. And her worries for the future only intensified the longer Jon was away. Jon has seen and fought these monsters. We need him here. We need our King actually in the North.
Jaime Lannister rode back to King's Landing alongside the couple thousand Lannister men who survived the Battle of the Goldroad. Every one of the survivors knew the horrors of what the Targaryen's could bring and they all didn't want to be back in a battle anytime soon. However, each of them understood that their loyalty laid with the crown and not some foreign whore as Cersei so eloquently told them.
Jaime entered the city and as he made his way to the Red Keep, he was reminded of how much of a shithole King's Landing has become under Cersei's rule. Well, even more a shithole, Jaime thought. He entered the Red Keep where he was escorted to the Throne Room. His sister was sat atop the Iron Throne with a look of anger written on her face. Jaime walked towards the steps and bowed to her. 'Your Grace'.
'You have returned to me defeated, brother' Cersei said as she got up off of the throne and began descending the steps. 'You were defeated by a foreign whore and a bastard!' Cersei yelled angrily.
'She had a fucking dragon' Jaime exploded, not willing to take her insults as she had no idea what he faced. The Mountain's hand went to the hilt of his sword due to Jaime's outburst. Jaime's eyes locked with the monstrosity that followed Cersei everywhere. He didn't often fear men but the monster that Qyburn created was no longer a man and Jaime would be lying to himself if he said he didn't fear him.
'Qyburn built the scorpion to take down the beasts. You have no excuses'.
'The dragon got hit but it didn't die. Clearly what he built doesn't fucking work' Jaime said with eyes blazing with fury as he looked at Qyburn.
'Explain what happened?' The disgraced Maester asked.
'I didn't exactly see it but one of the soldiers said the black dragon got hit by your Scorpion but all it did was bring it down to the ground. It was a small injury, nothing more' Jaime explained.
'I don't believe it is my fault, Your Grace' Qyburn said to Cersei. 'If the man who used my contraption hit the dragon in the head, we would have one dead dragon'.
'Enough with the fucking dragon' Cersei said irritably. 'She won't use it on King's Landing. Now tell me, brother how many men perished in the battle?'
'Only a few thousand managed to escape the massacre out of the 10,000 men we had' Jaime said despondently.
'It matters not. We still have a large army'.
'You don't give a shit that thousands just died for you?' Jaime said incredulously.
There was an evil glint in Cersei's eyes but Jaime was always blind when it came to his sister. 'Do you remember what you once told me? Fuck everyone who isn't us'.
Daenerys and Jon excused themselves fairly quickly after dinner and both made no attempt to hide their relationship as the dinner was attended by those closest to the King and Queen.
Their lovemaking was slower than the previous night as they had the entire evening to themselves. However, it was no less passionate and by the time they were finished, both of their bodies were moist from their activities as they lay under the furs. Daenerys curled up to Jon's body and rested her head on his shoulder as her hands encircled his waist.
'Jon' Dany whispered as her lips brushed against his shoulder.
'Hmm?' Jon mumbled as his fingers trailed down her back.
'Tell me more about your childhood. Perhaps something between yourself and your siblings?'
Jon thought of what stories he could tell her but then he thought of one. 'Robb and I would pretend to be historical figures as we sparred as little children. I idolised Aemon the Dragonknight and would often shout that I was him before Robb and I would spar. It's ironic, he wielded Dark Sister and now so do I'.
Daenerys kissed her way up Jon's neck before placing a kiss to the side of Jon's mouth. 'Tell me more'.
'He was one of the most famous Kingsguard who ever lived. I idolised him from a young age. Aemon…' Jon said before stopping abruptly. He was still for a moment and Daenerys lifted her head to see a frown on his face. Dany placed one leg on the other side of him and moved herself to straddle his abdomen. Dany closed her eyes as she moved herself to rub her cunt against his abdominal muscles.
Jon laughed at what she was doing but held her hips to stop her. 'I remembered something and that's why I stopped my story'. Dany relented and curled up next him again as he held her close to him. 'When I mentioned Aemon the Dragonknight, it reminded me that I knew an Aemon. The first Targaryen I ever met'.
Daenerys looked up at him with shock. 'Really?'
'I can't believe I've forgotten to tell you this. The maester at Castle Black was Aemon Targaryen. Your great uncle'.
Dany couldn't believe there was another Targaryen. For so long she thought she was the last dragon but there were two at The Wall the entire time. 'Did…Did he know about me? Did he ever talk about me?' Dany asked shakily.
'He did. He heard all the stories about you in Essos and if it wasn't for his old age and vows, he would've been there for you. He loved you' Jon said.
Tears began to fill her eyes but she blinked them away. She knew by the way Jon was speaking in the past tense that Aemon had died and it hurt that another member of her family died. Family meant more to her than the Iron Throne. Jon is all I have and I will never be parted from him. Never. 'I'm glad I can be myself around you' Dany said, pointing at her red eyes as an indication to what she meant. 'For everyone else I have to be the Dragon Queen but to you, I can be just Dany. I love you'.
Jon kissed her forehead before saying, 'I love you too'.