Jon

The heat was intense beating down heavily and Jon could see that his northern Lords were sweating under blazing sun. He caught Danaerys' mischievous grin and frowned.

"What?" He asked riding up to match his pace beside her.

"All your Lords look so uncomfortable in the heat and yet Jon I must confess it is not very hot. This is nothing compared to the red waste in Essos."

Jon scowled at her. "Yeah, yeah, alright but might I remind you most of my Lords have never been this far south and we don't exactly have clothes suitable for heat, remember we get snow in the summer as well."

"Jon" Dany laughed at him. "It's winter and plus our blood runs hotter than the rest you should not feel the heat this much."

"I don't I am not too hot, it's just- "

She cocked an eyebrow "If you took off your furs you would be more comfortable I promise you."

Jon scowled again, he knew he was being stubborn, he did not want to admit he was uncomfortable, he had become so accustomed to wearing furs, he felt small without them. But his wife was right, she had even changed out of her winter garb and into Dothraki riding leathers, something which whilst Jon enjoy staring at her midriff he did not enjoy the other Lord's staring at her bared skin which was slowly turning coppery under the sun. Sighing he undid the many straps which held his furs to his shoulders and immediately felt the light breeze wash over him.

"Better?" She smiled reaching for his hand.

"I suppose" He grumbled and turned his attention to the horizon where he could make out a large gleaming golden dome and a straight circular tower. They were mere hours from Sunspear and Jon was looking forward to getting out of the saddle and into hopefully a comfortable bed. The journey from the Prince's pass through the mountains and sands of Dorne had been long, they had been on the march for a fortnight. They had stopped and made camp mostly in the open air and Jon had enjoyed lying outside beside the fire and looking up at the stars at night when sleep would not come. Sleep was no friend to Jon anymore, when he slept he had nightmares of his mother lying in a pool of blood a crown of thorns about her head. She always tried to speak but Jon never caught her voice and when he did the bloodied figure would turn into Daenerys and their dead child would lie in a pool of blood between her legs. Other night he dreamt of a crown which was too heavy and too tight and the iron throne which cut him every time he sat upon it. He would sit there trying to call out to someone, but the throne continued to slice at his hands and legs and back and the crown upon his head had began to melt upon his head filling his mouth with molten gold, every time he dreamt of this he always awoke before he died in a cold sweat and so Jon had decided against sleeping. Once or twice Dany would notice this and climb atop his lap and ride him until he was so exhausted he fell into a deep dizzy sleep. The revelation of not only of legal documents solidifying his legitimacy and lineage were nothing compared to the burden which now weighed invisibly upon his shoulders. He was not longer Aegon the rightful heir to the throne, the rightful King of the seven Kingdoms no, he was the King. And whilst Davos and Tyrion implored that there was not much difference there were subtle changes. Daenerys had her top blood riders accompany them at all times on the march and each of his Northern Lords and Ladies took turns riding beside him like some honour guard. It sometimes made Jon wonder whether Robb had had the same treatment, constantly being watched and accompanied and referred to as "Your Grace" or "Your Majesty". Tyrion had even gone as far as to send a raven to Sunspear requesting that two squires and a cup bearer be ready and available for Jon when they arrived. Jon had tried to protest but Daenerys had placed a hand upon his shoulder and told him that it would honour the Dornish families.

"I can dress myself thanks" He had grumbled one night but Tyrion had pointed out that had the tables turned and had his father won at the trident he would have had this treatment his whole life. But Jon did not care for it, he wanted to get this war done and then…and then he had no idea, but he knew he did not want to fight anymore he was tired of fighting, but he was exhausted over the pleasantries and courtesies that befitted a King.

Gendry rode up beside them, his skin was glistening with sweat but he did not seem uncomfortable. Jon scowled at the horizon. "Is it your turn then?" He muttered.

Gendry laughed "No, well yes, but I thought you might want some company, you're not the only one who is completely over the novelty of wealth and squires and bullshit, I am actually a bastard who has been thrown into Lordship."

"Trust me being thrown into monarchy is far worse."

Gendry gave him a sceptical look. "Listen, you may have grown up a bastard but you sure weren't raised as one, you learnt about all of the houses, all the pleasantries and courtesies, you were raised as if you had something to inherit. I just grew up in a damned forge and I am pretty sure the last time I checked that a forge is no use to a Lord when governing his lands, especially when his damned King makes him warden of the South. Be thankful at least at the end of the day you get to lie in bed with your wife and forget about the world."

Jon gulped guiltily. "She'll be back once this is all over I promise."

Gendry shrugged "I know she will be, Arya's tough, but still she needs to survive she is the whole basis of getting the storm council to allow me to take my seat as Lord of Storm's End, a strong marriage to a member of the royal family. I will be marrying a Princess."

Jon laughed "Careful, I am sure if my sister ever heard you call her a princess she'd-"
"Geld me in my sleep." Gendry finished smiling. "I know, it's just hard to see her for what she actually is."

Jon frowned "And what's that?"

"A cold blooded, highly trained and effective assassin who wears dead people's faces and assumes their identity."

Jon threw his head back and roared with laughter, Gendry was right of course, but Jon still saw the twig of a girl stealing her brother's bow and arrow and practising at the dead of night. Jon understood his sister's talents, if want for a better word, he understood what she was capable of, but he didn't like to think about it.

Gendry nodded over to Sunspear which was looming larger on the horizon. "So, what happens there?"

Jon shrugged "Solidify the alliance, plan for war, combine our armies, might even be able to relax for an hour or two before we make out way to storm's end."

"Your northern Lords, well the unmarried ones are looking forward to meeting the Princess of Dorne. Apparently she's quite beautiful, Lord Cerwyn wants to propose his hand in marriage."

Jon scoffed "Look if she's like any of the other women who rule this country Lord Cerwyn will be buried in the sand, probably with his balls shoved in his mouth. The laws are different in Dorne, women can rule in their own right. It is a law that I intend to uphold in the rest of Westeros, just because they are women does not mean that they are any weaker or any more incompetent than we are. This country has been ruled by men for too long, men who think only of victory, gold and sex, we are arrogant fools if we think we have done a better job. Look at Daenerys, she sits at the head of the largest army this country has seen in years, look at Sansa she has control of the north, the vale and the Riverlands and not a single castle or stronghold has been overrun. Look at Lyanna Mormont, do you really think she would let a man tell her what to do? I am surrounded by some of the most powerful people in Westeros and the majority of them are women."

Gendry nodded in approval. "It's true well I hope for their sake those laws can be upheld during your reign."

"Hopefully afterwards as well." Jon replied glancing over to his Queen who was in rapt attention with Lyanna Mormont.

As they approached Sunspear Jon could see his banners flying. The three-headed dragon flew proudly, and the living dragons sored high above them in the air. Ice was larger now, he was too big to perch on Jon's shoulder, but still smaller than Ghost who bounded after the dragons every time he saw them in the air. People lined the streets of the shadow city calling praise as Jon and Dany rode past them. Daenerys had changed before entering the city, she was back in her Targaryen colours her red cloak thrown over her back.

"Long live King Aegon! Long Live Queen Daenerys" Many of them shouted. They threw flowers and many of them kneeled before them. Daenerys ever graceful smiled at each and every one of them waving her hand gently to the crowds.

The gilded gates of Sunspear were opened for them and they arrived into a central courtyard which was filled with people garbed in silk and other fineries, but some were garbed in armour. In the middle of them all stood a woman who looked to be slightly older than Jon and Daenerys. She had copper skin and long dark hair which was woven intricately around a golden circlet upon her head. Her eyes were almost golden in the light and she wore a fine silk dress which was belted in steel. Gendry had been right, Arianna Martell was indeed beautiful, Jon could not deny it but her radiance was dulled by Daenerys as she dismounted her horse and brushed her silvery hair from her face.

Jon dismounted also and removed his gloves to greet the Princess of Dorne.

"My King" She called curtseying to him. "My Queen, it is my honour to welcome you to Sunspear." She grasped both his and Dany's in her own and looked at them solemnly. "House Martell is yours to command, Dorne is yours to command. I received your raven with the documents regarding your coronation and legitimacy and I am proud that my Uncle Rhaegar put such affairs in place before his death."

Daenerys smiled "Thankyou for your hospitality and your loyalty Princess, I must admit we were not expecting a warm welcome from House Martell, after the dishonour my brother brought to your family and to Elia."

Arianna looked at Daenerys blankly. "But your grace you do not know?"

Jon frowned what could they possible not know now. "Know what?"

"My King, your coronation, the marriage of your parents, the annulment, it was all Elia's idea."

Jon felt the blood leave his face once again, but Arianne was smiling. "But I am not the one to tell you this story, for I was just a small child when it all happened, I have a man here who was in your father's service My King, he shall explain everything you want to know, but first before I introduce you I have a gift, a gift that was meant for the last Dragon. It is something that House Martell has hidden for many years, waiting for the right King or Queen to come along but alas no such man or woman has ever presented themselves as worthy of its legacy. Until today." She clicked her fingers and two men brought forward a small box. "Today" She said proudly as she put a small key into the box. "Today I present you with a family heirloom"

The box opened and nestled in red velvet was a crown. It wasn't just any crown. Daenerys gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

"It is time for you King Aegon sixth of your name to wear the crown that sat upon the head of the man who conquered the seven Kingdoms. It is time for the great houses of Westeros to once again fear the blood of the dragon."

It was a circlet of Valyrian hammered out and engraved with dragons curling and twisting as if in flight and at equal intervals were nestled rubies as large as quail's eggs. This was an ancient crown, Jon knew, he had seen it painted on the head of a man which stood on the front page of his favourite book as a child. The Conquest. It was the crown of Aegon the Conqueror.