Jon

After everything that Jon had discovered about his parents and himself, he hoped, even wished that that was that. He was tired of revelations, each chapter of his parents love story weighed more on his shoulders, the legacy that his mother and father had left behind as heavy a burden as the crown he wore upon his head. Jon wanted to get on with it now, he was good at concentrating on the war to come, he was good a planning battles, looking for weaknesses in Cersei Lannister's army, he was even improving his diplomatic skills. On his way across Dorne he had sat with Sam on most nights for a few hours to learn more about Dorne and their laws and their customs.

Jon had not had a bad education, he had been educated with Robb by Maester Luwin and had always been good at remembering Houses and customs. Thinking back Eddard Stark had always been hard on him when it came to his education. In the back of his head he heard his voice "You will not inherit Winterfell Jon, but you must learn these things, it may be important one day Jon" He had said on countless times to him when Maester Luwin had presented Jon to his surrogate father. He made me learn, Jon thought, I would never inherit Winterfell, but maybe he thought that I would be King one day. The rest of the dinner that night was pleasant, there was so much food, fresh fish, pomegranates, guinea fowl and pheasant, fresh root vegetables and tart citrus fruits, after twenty-two years in the north and five years at the wall he was grateful for decent food finally. Connington told Daenerys many stories of her mother and Rhaegar but Jon had tuned out, for the first time in weeks he wanted to sit, drink wine and forget about himself.

"How do you like the food your grace?" Tyrion leaned over topping up Jon's glass. Jon pulled himself out of his reverie, he had been staring at Daenerys, she looked so beautiful tonight with her silver hair and her silver dress, her skinned a light caramel from the sun. He looked forward to having that skin pressed up against him as he suckled at her breasts-

"Your grace?" Tyrion repeated and small smirk appearing on his disfigured face.

Jon cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from his wife. "The wine is great thankyou Tyrion."

Tyrion chuckled "I asked about the food actually, but I must agree with you, Dornish wine is simple delightful, I can't think of anything better on this earth."

"Oh, I can think of a few things My Lord" Jon muttered. Like Daenerys knelt in front of him her mouth- Stop it you fool Jon chastised himself as he felt his breeches growing tighter and his cheeks warming slightly.

Nathaniel, Jon's new Squire entered the room a scroll in his hand. "Your grace" He bowed before Jon. "A raven from Riverrun." He passed the small scroll to Jon and left the room once more. Jon cracked open the grey wax and unfurled the scroll spreading it out on the table.

"What is it?" Dany asked softly turning her attention away her brother's old friend.

"Sansa has given birth to a baby girl, we have a niece." He smiled to himself, he was happy for Sansa, since she was a child she had dreamt of having a girl, Arya used to tease her about it.

"Does she have a name?" Tyrion asked.

"Catelyn Mrycella Rivers" Jon muttered, and Tyrion smiled fondly.

Arianne raised her wine cup. "To your niece your majesties, may she be healthy and joyful even in these perilous times."

Dany's hand found its way into Jon's and she squeezed it. "I look forward to meeting her, I look forward to building a better world for her."

"As do I." Jon whispered, he turned to Davos. "Will you write back? Send my sister congratulations, Arianna thankyou for dinner, it was lovely, we shall gather in the morning to discuss our march to the Stormlands." He stood and offered his hand to Daenerys, she stood gracefully and smiled knowingly at him.

The left swiftly, Jon moved his hand to her waist once they were alone.

"I'm sorry" Jon said. "I kept getting distracted and I couldn't share you for any longer."

"I'm glad you whisked me away" Daenerys smiled sadly "As happy as I am for Sansa, it still pains me, we may have had a son for the girl to play with."

Jon pressed his lips to Dany's temple "Come let us not think of what could have been, let me distract you my Queen."

They had reached their chambers and with a swift movement Dany was lifted into Jon's arms and he was kissing her ferociously. He kicked the door open and carried her over the threshold.

"I have been thinking about what I would do to you all evening Daenerys Targaryen." Jon growled as he set her down at the foot of the bed. His wife smirked at him as she reached up to unpin her hair. Jon watched it tumble down to frame her face like a silky waterfall. Jon loved her hair he loved to wind his hands into it to bring her closer to him.

"And what are you going to do to me Aegon Targaryen?" She asked quietly running fingers through her silvery locks.

Jon cocked an eyebrow "Oh I'm Aegon Targaryen tonight, am I?"

Daenerys gestured to the crown that still sat on Jon's head. "And when I take it off do I get to be your husband Jon Snow?"

Dany smiled and nodded "Yes."
Jon reached up and removed it wincing slightly as it pulled some hair from his scalp. He placed it on a side table and proceeded to remove his finery until he stood in breeches and a linen shirt. He padded towards her bare foot and placed his hands on his wife's hips and spun her so that he could access the back of her dress. He skimmed his fingers across the soft supple flesh of her ass and unclasped the only pin that was holding the dress together. He placed it carefully next to the idle crown and savoured the vision of the silk falling rapidly to the floor leaving Daenerys completely save the scrap of material that covered her cunt, held together with two ties either side of her hips. They were simple enough and soon the silk small clothes pooled at her feet.

He crouched down wrapping his arm around her right leg and pressing his lips to the inside of her soft thigh. Daenerys shivered slightly, and Jon grinned enjoying his little game. "SO when I kiss here will you still plead for Aegon Targaryen?" His lips brushed the apex of her thighs, the soft silver hair brushing against his cheek. Jon could feel the dampness beginning to seep through.

"Yes" She whispered defiantly.

Jon smirked and stuck out his tongue and lapped up Dany's sweet juices, running his nose up the round of her arse and finally as Dany moaned slightly he bit down on the skin. "And when I did that did you plead for Aegon Targaryen?" He growled.

"Y-Yes" Dany moaned clearing her throat.

Jon spun her around and buried his face into her dripping cunt.

"Fuck! Jon!" She cried out and Jon exalted in jubilation knowing that he had won the little game. He continued sucking and nipping at her clit. Dany pushed up onto his tip toes and Jon grasped her closer to him drinking in her sweet nectar.

"Jon" She moaned louder. "Please"

She was close, Jon could feel it, he knew her body so well, whenever she was about to climax the back of her legs would tremor. Jon drive his tongue into her wet folds and she screamed as her walls clamped down around him. "JON!" She screamed finally and collapsed back onto the bed. Jon stood smirking at his wife lying in oblivion as the orgasm faded. He pulled off his shirt and started unlacing his breeches. Dany's eyes flickered open and Jon grinned boyishly at her.

"You're a bastard Jon Snow." She whispered her violet eyes trained on his cock as it was freed from the confines of Jon's breeches. He chuckled as he climbed on top of her.

"What did you call me?" He muttered.

"I called you are a bastard Jon Snow." She muttered her eyes dancing in the candle light.

Jon beamed at her "to right" He whispered, but all at once Dany's legs had clamped around his waist and taken by surprise Jon found him self on his back amongst the pillows.

"And now" Dany snarled. "You're mine"

Jon dreamt of his father that night, Rhaegar sat in the throne room at Dragonstone. As Jon approached he looked up, his eyes were a deep indigo. They searched his face when Jon stood before him. "You look so much like her" He whispered. Sadness filled his voice. "I should have been there for her, I should have been there and maybe she would have lived."

"She didn't die alone" Jon whispered. "Ned was there, ned held her hand."

Rhaegar nodded "I know, I am sorry, I am so sorry"

"For what?" Jon asked.

Rhaegar placed a hand on his son's cheek. "For giving you this burden, you are so young, it is not fair on you and for that I am sorry. But you are strong my son, you are a better man than I ever was, and you will make a better King."

Jon swallowed, he did not understand why he was sad, he had never known this man and yet Jon knew that Rhaegar was truly his father.

"You and Daenerys, I am so proud of you both, you will restore our family name, our family legacy, the dragon must have three heads."
Jon frowned. "What does that even mean?"
"You will have children, Daenerys will give you a child to ascend the throne after you are gone, you must build a safe world for her to rule." He grasped onto Jon fervently his eyes almost man. "The dragon must have three heads."

Jon awoke in the early hours of the dawn, Dany still straddling his lap fast asleep on his chest. Jon could not remember what he had been dreaming about apart from one thing which rang in his head with a voice which he did not recognise. The Dragon must have three heads, whatever that was supposed to mean.