"Let it be fear." He felt her heart hardening as she looked at him with a deadly gaze, cold as the ice he had grown up surrounded by. She turned her back to him, moving to face the fire burning in the hearth, hoping to find some comfort there.

"Leave me." He stood there, stock still, unable to tear his gaze away. He didn't recognize the person in front of him. She had once been the strong, confident, commanding woman that had taken his heart, and now she was an empty shell. Daenerys used to terrify him, and now he realized it was himself that terrified him. Their relation.

"Go, Jon." He didn't want to leave her. He couldn't leave her. She shouldn't be alone. He had been alone his entire life, even surrounded by the family he had grown up with. Cast out by Lady Catelyn, never truly accepted by his father- uncle. Eddard Stark was his uncle. And Daenerys was his aunt. It was wrong. His entire life he had been a bastard. Told he was wrong. He had finally found love. Was that wrong?

"No." It was not wrong. He didn't care if it was wrong to some. He had been raised wrong. A dragon among wolves. That's what he was, truly. A dragon. Her dragon.

"No? Your Queen commands you to leave, Lord Snow." She turned to face him, fire in her gaze.

"No." He stepped closer. "I am not Lord Snow. And I will never leave you."

He captured her mouth in a soft kiss, the two melting into one another. She reached up to grip the back of his neck, holding him close as she had tried to a moment before. He snaked his arm behind her waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other, slowly probing her mouth with his tongue, gently duelling with hers.

Their embrace was passionate but slow, the gentlest they had ever shared. When they eventually came up for a breath her icy demeanor had melted.

"Jon-"

"No."

"No?" Her eyes searched his, terrified he was going to turn away again. Tell her the kiss was a farewell.

"Jon Snow is not my name." He dipped down to kiss her again, just as softly as before. After a moment he pulled back, locking eyes with her again, brushing her hair back as he reached to cup her face in his hands. "My name…" He kissed her again, softer this time. Then he placed a slow kiss to her cheek, then slid his mouth to her ear. "...is Jaehaerys Targaryen."

He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, inhaling her scent after being deprived of it for weeks. Then he pulled back, kissing her softly again before pulling away.

"Dany, you look so weak. When was the last time you ate?" She turned her eyes away, trying to turn from him, but he held her firm. "Daenerys?"

"I don't remember. It wasn't safe to. Varys, he was trying to poison me." She felt him tense at the mention of the Spider. Worried he was angry for the harsh execution she looked up, but found his eyes burning with anger.

"Burning was too clean a death for him." Jon spat out before softening again. "You need to eat. I'm going to go find us some supper, meet me in the bathhouse. Let me take care of you tonight, okay?"

She gave him a small nod and he bent down to capture her mouth one more time before taking his leave of her. Once he was gone she fell into the bed, crying softly. She didn't know why, but she was overcome with sadness. She should be thrilled, Jon loved her again. But something in her broke through, an echo of Missandei's death, finally able to come out now that she was safe with her lover again.

That's how he found her, sobbing in her bed, barely coherent. He gently kissed her forehead, picking her up and carrying her to the bathhouse, instructing a servant to bring her fresh clothes and asking the guards to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed, although he wasn't sure if they understood him.

Once in the bathhouse he set her down on the floor after asking a servant to lay down a thick towel. Once she had cleared out he gently undid the lacing of his tunic, followed by his boots and breeches. Daenerys' crying slowed, though some tears were still seeping through. She stilled as Jon's weathered hands softly undid the lacing of her gown, being careful to take care in removing it.

After he had removed her smallclothes he placed a soft kiss on her hip, rubbing her right hip and shoulder as he gently lifted her into the water. The water was scalding, and she could hear him hiss as he entered it with her, but it was soothing to her. Once inside the bath her tears began to clear, and he set her across his lap as he took a seat at the edge of the tub.

He stroked her hair, cupping water in his palm to bring over the crown of her head. Jon peppered her face and neck in kisses, whispering sweet words of love to her, hoping she would return to him in full force. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking into his before returning a soft kiss.

"Dany, love, you need to eat." He pleaded with her, reaching for a towel to dry his hand before pulling the platter of food forward to feed the two of them. Before feeding her he took a bite of the bread, then brought it two her lips. Following that the two shared an apple, and cheese, washing it down with some wine.

"Thank you, Jon." She said after the platter was empty. He nuzzled her neck, inching his way up to her ear again.

"My name is Jaehaerys, Daenerys." She pulled back, turning to face him. She brought a hand up to his face. Water now dripping down his beard, she searched his eyes. Something had changed in him. He seemed proud, more confident, more sure of himself.

"Jaehaerys?" He nodded, staring firmly into her eyes with unwavering certainty.

"It doesn't bother you? That Rhaegar was my brother? That I'm your-" His lips crashed into hers in the harshest kiss they had shared that night. It sent a shock of electricity from her mouth to her center, making her folds slicker than the water could have. He broke the kiss, kissing along her jawline to whisper in her ear once more.

"You're my aunt, Daenerys. And my lover." He pulled back to stare in her eyes, reaching up to cup her face and rub his thumb gently across her temple. "We're the last two. The final Targaryens. We're meant for each other, you and I. We belong together. I was a fool not to see that before." This time it was her that moved to bring their mouths together, her tongue darting into his, fusing them. She could feel him growing hard against her thigh.

She moved off his lap, trying not to break the kiss while positioning herself to face him more directly. Daenerys slid one of her hands down from her nephew's neck, along his chest, down his abdomen, to finally slide up his cock. He moaned into her mouth as she began to stroke him, gently, hardly touching him.

Eventually he broke the kiss, leaving his forehead resting against hers. "Stop teasin' me, Dany."

"Take your aunt to bed, Jaehaerys." He lifted her out of the water, moving to wrap her in a towel. They hurriedly threw on their loose sleeping linens, then he carried her out of the bathhouse, back to their chambers. Once they neared her chambers she ordered the Unsullied guards to the end of the hall. She was hoping Jon would make her scream tonight.

Once inside they quickly shed their layers. She began stroking him more firmly this time, and smiled as his eyes rolled back in his head. Daenerys moved to crouched down to take him in her mouth, but he suddenly gripped her hair, pulling her back up. "You are my Queen, and I'm going to take care of you tonight."

She reluctantly gave up control and let him guide her to the bed, where he perched her on the edge before crouching before her. He tilted his head up to brush his lips against hers one more time before turning his attention to her dripping core.

Daenerys fell back on the bed as Jon began his feast. He started softly, lapping at her outer lips, before finally capturing her nub in a gentle kiss. He began probing her entrance with his tongue shortly thereafter, followed by his fingers. A string of High Valaryian escaped her lips as she looked down to make eye contact with him as he filled his mouth with her sex.

Soon he had reduced her to tears as she arched her spine, cunt clenching around his fingers as he sealed his mouth around her clit, twirling his tongue in circles around it. She cried out his name as she came, hard.

Licking his fingers he began his ascension to her mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her body as he went.

"Daenerys." His tone was disciplinary. "What's my name?"

Breathlessly she replied. "Jo-Jaehaerys."

He nodded into her neck. "That's the name I should hear when I make you cum like that. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He moved to look in her eyes, arching an eyebrow. "Yes, Jaehaerys."

"Good girl." With that he turned his attention to her breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples and he kneaded the globes of flesh that fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned as he redoubled his efforts. "Jaehaerys."

"Jaehaerys, I want you to fuck me." He kissed his way up from her chest to her ear again. "You do?"

"Yes." She breathed out as he kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. "What do you want me to do to you, aunt?"

"I want you to fuck me. I want my nephew to worship my body. I want you to make me scream your name. I want the whole world to hear the last two Targaryens fucking themselves into oblivion." He let out a feral growl as he suddenly thrust into her. She gasped and cried out. "Yes, Jaehaerys! Fuck your aunt!"

He pounded into her relentlessly. Her tits bounced against his chest and he captured her mouth in a kiss that she soon broke to come up for air and choke out his name again. She raked her claws down his back, drawing blood and spurring him on even harder. "Dany." He choked out again and again. "Yes, Jae. Yes! Fuck!"

"So tight. So hot. I'm not going to last long." She locked her calves behind his firm ass as he drove into her even harder. "Harder, Jaehaerys. Make me cum." He slammed into her, drawing out a scream. She bit into his neck as her back arched, pressing their bodies even closer together and cried out his name as her climax took her. He rode her through it, then came himself, thrusting all of it into her, waiting to grow limp before slowly pulling out. She hissed as he did so, and immediately moved to drape her body across his as he rolled onto his back.

After a few moments of heavy breathing he moved to get up, to get a clean rag and wipe her down. She gripped him tighter, holding him down. "No. I want to enjoy your mess a little bit longer. I love being full of your cum."

He settled down next to her, the pair of them silently praying that his seed would take root in her womb and she would bear him an heir. He gently stroked her back, letting his cheek rest against her forehead as she rested on his shoulder, pressing her cheek to his chest and gently tracing the scars that littered it. He found it comforting.

"I want to kill them all." He choked out after a few minutes. She tilted her head upwards, puzzled. "I want to kill them all, Dany. All those that have betrayed us. All those that have stood in your way all of these years. Everyone who has ever harmed our family. The Lannisters, the Starks, every shit person in Kings Landing that has supported the usurpers, all of them. I want them to burn."

She noticed tears springing up in his eyes as he held her tight to him. "I'm a monster."

"No." She clasped his face in her hand, bringing his eyes to meet hers. "You are the blood of the dragon. They have tried to destroy us and our family, Jaehaerys, and they almost succeeded. But they never will. They will burn. We will take back what belongs to us with fire and blood. Tomorrow the sky will fall down upon them."

She caught his mouth in a passionate kiss. Tongues battling, she reached down to his cock, gripping him tightly as she stroked him. He moaned into her mouth.

"Tomorrow," she said as she moved above him to begin her descent down his body, "tomorrow we are both going to ride Drogon and we will show them the true power of the Targaryens. Tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow we will burn them all." He pulled her back up to his mouth, kissing her passionately. "Yes." She breathed out as she moved to straddle his thighs.

"Ride me, love. Ride your dragon King." She slid his cock inside her and he gripped her hips as she slowly began to glide up and down his length. He filled her up completely, pushing out what remained of the seed he had left inside her from their last time. It dripped down her thighs, and the sound of their wet flesh slapping together filled the room.

"Together, Jaehaerys. Together we will rule them all. Together we will burn them all." He suddenly sat up to kiss her chest, sucking on her breasts. She screamed out in pleasure and he groaned as she ground down against him. "My Queen."

She brought her forehead down to touch his. "My King."

This is my first time writing fanfiction, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm planning to post another chapter next week, but I'm having trouble deciding if Arya goes to Kings Landing or stays at Winterfell in this story. Thoughts?