This is one of my longest stories ever, and when I started this I actually didn't think I'd get more than 2-3 chapters done before abandoning this. But here we are.

We finally get Ned Stark's point of view, yay) and more Dany/Ned content. :)

(Eddard Stark)

It has been a week since they rode out from their camp in the Riverlands.

A week since he had spent any time alone with Daenerys. Since she visited him to "discuss last minute plans" in his tent.

He spent his days riding at the front with his eldest son, Barristan, and Grey Worm. While Daenerys was somewhere over them, riding Drogon.

The first few days went by peacefully. Even though Robb kept looking at him weirdly the entire time and started asking about his time in Essos. But then everything changed.

Robb began asking more personal questions about the Queen. They were no longer questions about her people, her conquests, her dragons, but rather questions about her guards, her preferences, and friends.

That is when he realised his son was sniffing something out. His son was trying to find as much information about Daenerys as possible, and it unnerved him. His son was watching the Queen carefully. Her guards. Her maids. Everything and everyone that surrounded the Queen. Even him. Robb would practically walk with him to his tent every night.

However whenever he asked Robb what the point of those questions was, he always found some excuse, interest, desire to befriend, and curiosity of what kind of Queen she would be.

So this morning, Ned asked Barristan to ask Robb what was troubling him.

So far there was nothing. Robb kept quiet. And only sometimes looked in his direction with suspicion in his eyes. The longer it went on, the more worried he was.

Did his son figure out something about him and Daenerys?

No that couldn't be. They were careful and took every precaution to ensure no one would know. At least no one from the Northern and Riverlands army.

Perhaps one of Daenerys' guards told Robb something…?

Could that be it?

Probably not.

He knew his son well enough to know that if he found out he had a relationship with Daenerys, he would tell his mother and try to get into a fight with him.

But Robb hasn't yet tried to punch him, or even scream at him for dishonouring Catelyn, which meant that Robb knew nothing. And for now they would be safe.

The tensions were growing. He felt it when he was around Robb. And he knew that Robb felt it too, judging by the look in his eyes.

The tension between him and his son bothered him. It worried him that he would never be able to fix his relationship with his son.

Yet who could he blame?

He was the one that fell in love with a foreign woman. Someone he should have never even met. Someone who he should have never laid eyes upon. He wanted to laugh at the irony. Robb also married an Essossi woman who he would have never met if not for this war.

Like father, like son… indeed.

It was too late for him...

The pull he felt towards Daenerys was impossible to resist.

And it wasn't just lust…

No… If it was lust, he would have ignored it. It was a feeling he has never felt for Catelyn. That same pure feeling of love he felt for Ashara Dayne. And now he was too far gone.

When he brought Jon to Winterfell he promised himself he would never lay with anyone who wasn't Catelyn.

And now he found himself bedding another woman on a regular basis.

But the worst part was that he didn't feel enough shame to stop himself.

At first he told himself that it would only happen once. He had just learned that Bran and Rickon were killed, and he hadn't been thinking clearly that day.

But then he came to her again. And again. And again. Until they both lost count.

He told himself that it was because he thought he would never see his family again, and needed comfort.

But then he admitted to himself that he loved the young Queen.

However when they arrived in Westeros, they talked and discussed that they should stay away because it would only cause trouble, and cause distrust from the lords and bannermen.

Now it seemed that their plan hadn't been going well. Considering that the moment he needed someone's comfort he didn't go to his wife, instead he stumbled to Daenerys.

Ever since then the two of them just couldn't stay away from each other.

Every time he saw her, his blood boiled. The thrill he felt for the upcoming battles, mixed with desire for someone's warmth, made him go wild.

How was he supposed to play the quiet wolf when all he could think of was dragging Daenerys to the closest tent he could find, so they could fuck eachother until they forgot all their issues…

He would not deny that meeting Daenerys changed him. He has become as wild as Brandon. As wilful and full of life, passion, and love. Perhaps that part of him was always there, only hidden behind the ice of his exterior. She melted all his cold away and replaced it with fire.

Perhaps if didn't have the looks of a goddess…

But he knew that her looks weren't the reasons why he loved her so much.

Unfortunately he had to snap out of his pleasant thoughts when Ser Barristan called out his name.

Turning to the older man, he tried to push all the thoughts of Daenerys away from his mind.

"Ser Barristan?"

The elder knight waved him over to the other side of the road they were riding along.

For a second Ned turned to look at his son. Luckily Robb seemed uninterested. He took a deep breath and moved to Barristan's side.

"You wished to talk with me?"

Barristan raised an eyebrow.

"You asked me about your son not long ago."

Ned nodded.

"And? Did you find out anything? Anything I should be aware of?"

Barristan checked one last time that Robb or anyone else wasn't listening.

"I think he suspects there is something between you and our Queen."

Ned let out a heavy breath. The worst case scenario he imagined was coming to life. If Robb suspected something, then eventually he would figure it out. He turned back to Barristan.

"Anything else?"

The aging man looked at him sideways.

"Anything else? Are we to simply ignore the fact that you have spent too much time in the Queen's tent, doing things you shouldn't be doing? Perhaps we should discuss that?"

He clenched his jaw. Of course he should have expected this from Barristan, yet he hoped the knight would keep quiet for now. There was no point in hiding it from Barristan. He was too smart to miss something so crucial about his Queen.

"There is nothing to discuss."

"I beg to differ."

Ned looked away for a second, ensuring that Robb was not overhearing anything.

"What exactly do you wish to discuss? The fact that it is dangerous for both her and I? The fact that we both know how wrong it is and yet we continue? Or the fact that it will end badly no matter what we do? I know exactly where it will lead us to. She knows exactly in what position it puts both of us. I have talked with her about all that. There is nothing to discuss."

Barristan eyed him carefully before replying.

"If you know how dangerous it is to her reign, which we have all sacrificed much for… Is it really worth it?"

Ned looked away, unable to look into Barristan's eyes.

"Every second is worth it. Every damned second by her side is worth all those sacrifices."

When he looked back up at Barristan he didn't face a look of disgust, only a look of pity.

And Barristan was right to pity him. His love for Daenerys would end tragically. They knew it. They knew it right from the start. But it didn't stop them from continuing on making the same mistake. It didn't stop him from breaking his promises and oaths.

And even after all this, he still yearned for Daenerys.

He took a deep breath and moved his horse away from Barrisatn, escaping from any further questions.

And later that night, when Daenerys landed not far from their camp and let her dragons rest, he stood in the shadows not far away waiting for her, like a wolf awaiting its prey. She could not see him, but her Dragons could sense him, and he knew that her Dragons would inform her of his presence. They were smart beasts after all.

And the moment she noticed him leaning onto an old tree looking at her with a slight smile, he threw all caution out of his head as he walked towards her.

She mirrored his smile as he pulled her into his arms. The smile that made him incapable of speech.

When he leaned down to kiss her, and she responded with more hunger than usually, he knew he was doomed.

He knew he would not be able to resist. He would not even try to resist, even now that Barristan reminded him of the stupidity of his actions.

He would not resist the pull he felt towards her tonight. As they walked side by side to her tent, which was isolated from the rest and guarded by Dothraki, their heads were held down, to ensure no one would notice their smiles.

But he didn't care. He didn't care that they were in the middle of a war. In the middle of a military camp.

The only things he could think about was Daenerys and how he would spend this night making love to her.