Thank you for sticking with me! Sorry this chapter is so late. I wish I had a great excuse as to why it's a year late, but I do not. School, work, travel. It's all been my focus this year, but with the upcoming Game of Thrones season, I couldn't leave this story unfinished. I hope this chapter is a nice wrap up

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2 years ago, he told his mom that he didn't feel like it was the right time. Dany's schedule was booked; her scribbles lining every page in her agenda were hardly decipherable, bunched together in the margins when there was not enough space on the page, which there never was. Some days she had to wake up at 4AM for a shoot or an interview or a last minute trip to some far away country. "My whole heart," she would say before she would go, letting the palm of her hand linger on his chest. She had so many frequent flyer points that Sansa was given pretty much free range to go wherever she wanted, and most of the time she just chose to either go back to Winterfell or to shadow Dany on her many adventures. Her trips were never long - a long weekend at max. Jon would sometimes join, but he had his hands full with his own clients. He was first and foremost Dany's photographer, but his work had since graced the covers of Vogue and GQ. Dany had had every cover framed: "If you do any more shoots, we aren't going to have anymore wall space."

2 years ago, it wasn't the right time.

The company was just starting up. He was looking at office spaces in New York with Dany, since her mother had decided to take a backseat with the New York office. Rhaella was mainly working in Los Angeles now. Dany had breathed a sigh of relief when Rhaella had told her.

"The Targaryens take over both coasts," Rhaella had said, "Do me proud."

"I always do," Dany had replied.

It wasn't a slow burn, as many new companies always are. With Dany's Instagram presence, Jon's photography skills and a company with a mission, everything seemed to move fast. Everyone wanted to get their hands on these clothes with a cause. Every piece had a QR code, linked to a website where clients could track every step their clothes had taken. There was information about the person who sewed the clothes, photographs from the villages, interviews about their struggles of the people living there. Above living wage was the promise of the company, something that they stood by every step of the way.

2 years ago, he was new to New York. "That's an avenue," Dany said, tracing her finger vertically down the map, as they stood waiting for the subway. She gestured to the map of Manhattan on the wall. "And a street," Dany said, now moving her finger horizontally. "I got it," Jon had said with confidence. He loved Winterfell, and he probably went back there every month or so, but New York was exciting and intoxicating. He could see why Dany liked it. "Avenues vertical and streets horizontal," Dany reiterated just before all sound was drowned out by the rushing subway car arriving to the platform. A crowd of people stepped forward, almost dangerously so. Just one more step and they would end up on the train tracks. Anything for a good seat on the subway. "Easy," Jon responded as he gave her a grin.

Dany had really thought he got it. She had tried to ease him into the whole New York thing, but just a day later, when she had asked him to pick up some coffee and bagels while she finished putting away the groceries, he had called her. "Jon? You good?" Dany answered the phone. She put it between her shoulder and her ear, balancing it while she opened the refrigerator.

"Mm hmm. Just wanted to talk."

Dany juggled the boxes of cereal before responding: "Jon, you saw me just an hour ago. What's taking you so long? Is the line long?" Dany heard a car honk on the other side, definitely not the sounds of her favorite bagel store.

"Uh. Just talking a walk. Thought I would get used to the city." His tone of voice was high and rather amusing to Dany. She could tell that there was something he wasn't letting on to.

"A walk, you say?" Dany leaned against the counter, crossing one socked foot over the other.

"Yeah. Just a walk."

Dany continued, "The bagel store is a 10 minute walk from our place, are you sureeee you're all good." Dany drew out the word, hoping that he would admit that he needed help.

"A-okay. But, now that you say it, I found myself at a such a great location. There are trees and nice sidewalks. Great sidewalks. New cement and everything. There's this guy who sells hot dogs. Stand-up dude, but his daughter, man, is she going through some things."

Dany cleared her throat, hoping to halt his tangent. "And where are you?"

"Right where you told me to be. Just getting the bagels like you asked. By Momofuku Ko. You wouldn't happen to know it? Just a nice walk from the bagel store, right?"

"Get out of the road, man," Dany heard a guy in the background yell. She held back a laugh.

"Hey Jon?"

"Yes?"

"Avenues vertical. Streets horizontal. You're on 1st Street, not 1st Avenue. You're about 20 minutes away from the store."

Dany heard a slight gasp on the other side of the phone, but he recovered quickly. "Yeah, I knew that. Of course I knew that. Great. Yup. Just called to say hi. I'll see you in 30 minutes."

"Better make that 3 hours," Dany mumbled, laughing.

He had gotten better since then. She could now send him within a 5 minute radius without him getting lost. Progress.

2 years ago, he had just started earning significant amounts of money from his photography. The zeroes at the end of his checks never failed to blow his mind. He loved going to shoots and playing with different cameras. New York was like a playground; everywhere he looked was something wonderfully exciting and unexpected.

Still, she was his favorite one to photograph. He loved catching her in the morning when she would be wearing an oversized t-shirt with her hair in a messy bun, lopsided, on the top of her head. When she would notice him, she would always protest, pretending to steal the camera away from him, but she knew he would never stop. The soft smile that played on her lips was worth every protest.

2 years ago, they were too stressed.

"This building. . ." Dany tacked up a crisp photograph, displaying a wide open space with bay windows lining the entire front two walls, to the bulletin board. "Or this one?" She grabbed the second photograph, this one showing a modern office that was already furnished. Even the turquoise bowl of fruit on the front table looked liked it was strategically picked out to accentuate the blue of the photograph frames hanging on the walls. "Which one is more in line with the budget," Jon inquired. Dany pointed to the second picture. "Which one has the best views?" Dany pointed again to the second picture. "Which one is closest to a Shake Shack?" Dany pointed to the first picture this time. "That's the one!" Jon said, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair with unmatched confidence. He just got a laugh and a eye roll before she returned to analyzing the board, her eyebrows furrowed and a pencil twirling in her hands. Jon tilted his head in confusion. He was serious.

2 years ago, it wasn't the right time.

But, then again, that was 2 years ago.

Now, Dany had settled into her position. She wasn't stressed over branding - now they had people for that. She didn't have to pick the perfect office - she had settled on another place altogether, one that fit the company and was close to a Shake Shack, which she was thankful for when Jon would bring her fries to tie her over between meetings. She didn't have to worry about Jon getting lost. He now even had his own Metrocard, that's how much she trusted his navigational skills. She still traveled, but the company had its footing now. She didn't have to mother it as she had to do before.

Now, Jon had reached a point in his career where he didn't feel bad saying no to projects. He learned how to not get hit by cars when he tried to cross the street. He found a favorite coffee shop and pizza place. He was an established photographer with a resume that would impress anyone.

It was no longer two years ago. It was time. He asked her on the roof of their building, on one of the clear nights when the stars were not fully clouded by pollution. He had his arm around her lazily, a bottle of wine by their side. It was just like when they were children, in complete bliss as they rode in the back of Grey's truck. Her hair was longer now, her face as perfect as ever. Her silvery locks fell over her face in messy curls and she was in sweats and a t-shirt. He saw her so often in couture that he cherished the moments when she could just be comfortable. He could tell that by the way she smiled into his chest that she was utterly content.

"No more traveling anymore without you," Dany said, looking up at him, their fingers intertwined, "I mean it."

"But you're getting so good at languages." He could feel her every breath as her body lifted ever so slightly. She was leaning most of her weight on him.

"You were always the better one, even all those years ago. Remember Italian class? I was horrendous."

"Non potevo immaginare la mia vita senza di te," Jon said, the same words that he had said to her when they were still in high school, studying Italian together in his childhood home. It seemed like a lifetime ago. She hadn't understand those words back then, but he could tell by the way she shifted her chin higher to look at him and how she tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyes sparkling, that she understood now.

"I can't imagine my life without you," she translated.

"And I hope you choose to never have to," he replied, slipping a ring box out from his pocket. Dany's eyes opened wide as she watched as he got up, bending the knee, his other hand never untangling itself from her's.

"I asked Rhaegar for permission and it's not the biggest or the brightest . . ." he continued, not making eye contact. She was still in complete shock.

"I asked for Sansa's advice, you know, because she's good at these things and I thought that it was finally the right time and . . ."

Before he could continue, Dany kissed him, taking his breath away. That's the only answer he needed. He loved her and she loved him and that's all that mattered.

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Again, thank you for reading. I haven't thought about this story in awhile, but looking back at it, I am so proud almost 40,000 words that I have poured my heart into. Please comment if you can. Reviews mean everything. Even though Dany and Jon are probably not going to have a very happy ending at the series finale of Game of Thrones, I am content with having them live happily ever after in this story. They deserve it. I am thinking about writing another story. I have no idea about the premise and I have no idea when I'll have time, but writing this chapter, I realized how much I missed it. If you want another, again, let me know in the comments. It would most likely be another modern day story since I am absolutely terrible at Game of Thrones history. Maybe another story related to travel? I've been all over this last year. Lots of inspiration to draw from. Thanks again :)