AN: This takes place after the sixth season of Game of Thrones, but will have elements from the novels as well. At its heart this is a Jon/Dany fic. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reviews are welcome and encouraged :)

"Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land" - Ser Barristan Selmy

Jon I

Jon sat in Winterfell's Great Hall, a great unease settling into his stomach as he surveyed all the lords of the north assembled before him. Sansa and Arya sat on either side of him, helping to council him in the aftermath of the White Walkers' invasion of the North and their subsequent defeat. Ser Davos insisted that he serve as his Hand, so he was the one dealing with most of the lords' petitions. Jon had at first dismissed the idea, insisting that he wasn't the King of the Seven Kingdoms, but Davos assured him he would need the help.

Thank the gods I allowed him to be my Hand, elsewise I would buckle beneath all these responsibilities. All of the lords sought something from the Crown. Robett Glover wanted his home repaired and sought coin for all of his losses. Cregan Karstark insisted that he replace Alys Karstark as lord of his house with Jon's permission. Barbrey Dustin wanted Jon to get the Iron Bank of Braavos to lend money to repair Barrowton, which had been devastated during the war. There was a dozen more lords with grievances and as their complaints washed over Jon, he and Davos did their best to help them. This process lasted hours and when the last lord left the hall Jon stood up.

Jon turned to regard Arya, Sansa, and Davos. "I'm going for a walk through the godswood," he announced and Arya immediately shot up out of her chair and grabbed his hand.

"I'm going with you, Jon. I've been bored out of my mind and need some fresh air." He nodded his head and Sansa said, "I'm going to go make sure our visitors are comfortable for their stay here."

Davos stood up and proclaimed that he was going to sleep, as the day's activities had exhausted him. Jon followed Arya as she tugged him out of the hall and into the godswood surrounding Winterfell.

As they walked arm in arm towards the hot springs Jon couldn't help but notice how Arya had grown into a woman since their time apart. When she noticed him looking she asked, "Why are you looking at me so strangely?"

Jon shook his head and laughed. "It's just… I can't believe how far we've come. You're a woman now, Arya, and I'm the King in the North." He paused. "I can't believe you've been my cousin this whole time without me knowing."

With that statement he recalled how Howland Reed told him the truth about his parentage outside Greywater Watch before a gruesome battle with a horde of wights. Jon remembered being astonished that his mother was Lyanna Stark and his father was Rhaegar Targaryen. Unfortunately, Howland had died shortly after his revelation when a White Walker shattered his steel blade and sliced his throat open. Jon took his revenge by slicing the creature into snowy dust with one swing of Longclaw.

The entire war then flashed through his mind as he recalled Dolorous Edd perishing along with all of the Night's Watch after the Wall had been brought down by the Horn of Winter. The White Walkers led their wights in droves throughout all of the North and made it as far as the Crownlands when three dragons dove from the sky. A great black dragon was ridden by Daenerys Targaryen, while the Imp sat upon a green and bronze dragon and Aegon Targaryen rode a dragon the same color as his silver hair. The three dragon riders decimated the entire wight army as Jon slew the last White Walker. Jon remembered staring in shock as his enemy for over six months was enveloped in flame. Half of his northern host died in that battle, including Tormund Giantsbane, while the dragon queen's army had been busy dealing with the remaining Lannister loyalists.

The three dragons landed in front of Jon and his men and Jon remembered staring in shock at the dragon queen as she slid off her dragon. The silver-haired woman had the grace and beauty of a goddess, and Jon thought she was the Maiden herself when first setting his eyes upon her. Jon was brought out of his reverie when Ghost rushed towards her.

Before he could tell his direwolf to stop he licked the queen's hand and she laughed in the most sing-song voice he had ever heard. She rubbed Ghost's head and Jon found himself walking towards Daenerys until he found himself right in front of her. Ghost plodded to his side and Jon looked into Daenerys's amethyst eyes. He must have been standing there for a while looking like an idiot because Daenerys looked at him with amusement.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

"I am Jon of the Houses Stark and Targaryen, King in the North and Savior of the Free People," he said with a tight feeling in his stomach as he held his hand out. The alluring woman shook his hand and it tingled at the warm touch of her palm.

"I am Daenerys of the House Targaryen, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons," she replied.

By the gods, my titles aren't half as long as hers!

Jon brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her knuckles, praying to the old gods he was getting the formalities right. Arousal flooded him as he stood up straight and eyed her radiant face. He found his gaze moving to her slender pale neck and down to her round breasts, which were straining against her riding leathers.

Jon snapped out of his thoughts as Aegon cleared his throat and he found him standing next to Daenerys. The dragon prince was openly glaring at Jon. "Stop ogling Dany; she is to be my betrothed."

Tyrion Lannister looked at him in amusement and Daenerys's cheeks flushed as Jon found himself stammering an apology even as a sinking feeling flooded him.

"My apologies, Your Grace. I was only… uh… admiring her… beauty." Jon found that his words were broken and not fit for a king, and he found heat going to his cheeks in embarrassment.

When he regained control of his emotions Jon said "I thank you for saving our lives, I am aware that you are still dealing with the Lannister forces and all their allies."

Daenerys gave him a coy smile and said, "I wouldn't want my long-lost kinsman to be killed before I got to meet him. Besides, now that I've seen you I'm glad I saved your life."

Jon found himself blushing again and he cursed at himself in his head. Tyrion spoke up, "We also wanted to help save the realm. I do not envy you Northerners, winter has most definitely hit you hardest. Please accept our deepest condolences for all the loss and hardship you have faced. I see that you're now a royal bastard; you sure have moved up in the world."

Jon stiffened and Daenerys eyed her Hand coldly before turning to Jon. "I hereby legitimize you as Jon Stark Targaryen. You will no longer be known as a bastard."

Pride and happiness suffused Jon, but that was soon replaced by anger as Aegon sneered, "He could be lying about his parentage. I doubt we share the same father; he looks solemn and has dark hair while I have the true Targaryen hair and am the most handsome man in Westeros!"

Tyrion snorted with laughter as Daenerys arched an elegant eyebrow. "You're very modest, my dear nephew. However, I think Jon here rivals you in looks." She turned her appraising gaze towards Jon as Aegon seethed in rage and humiliation. Jon felt her gaze go right to his groin as he realized he was pitching a tent against his breeches.

Oh bloody hell.

He was embarrassed beyond measure as she moved her eyes back up to his face and gave him a knowing wink. "I'm sad to say we must be going now; I have a war to finish. Until next time Jon." With that promise, the three flew off on their dragons.

News had since come North that Drogon swallowed Cersei whole after lighting her on fire when she refused to get down from the Iron Throne. Her twin Jaime died when Daenerys's fleet first attacked King's Landing, but not before taking down three war galleys and Grey Worm, Captain of Daenerys's Unsullied.

Jon then recalled how Arya joined up with the Brotherhood without Banners after returning from Braavos. The Hound and Beric Dondarrion perished in the war against the White Walkers, but Arya survived along with Gendry who had since taken command of the company.

"Jon? Hello?" Jon found Arya staring at him in worry. "Are you flashing back to the war again? I can't begin to understand how hard it was for you to lead the entire North against undead hundreds of thousands strong."

Jon sighed and sat down near the water springs on the rock his father… no, his uncle... always used to sit and sharpen Ice on. "I was just remembering someone I met at the end of the war," he said.

Arya sat next to him and grabbed his head, bringing his face down so that they were eye-level. "You're thinking about a girl, aren't you? I can tell by the look in your eyes. I bet she's pretty… prettier than me at least."

"Arya, you are beautiful but I have and always will see you as my sister, despite us being cousins. Any man would be lucky to have you." Jon said as he tucked a tendril of her long sleek hair behind her ear.

"Gendry's off helping restore order with his stupid Brotherhood. I'm obviously not important enough for him to stay by my side. I'm just lonely and I see you differently now that the years have passed; you're like a whole new person."

"Well, I did become Lord-Commander of the Night's Watch, die, get brought back to life, and become King in the North all in the span since we last saw each other."

Arya threw her head back and laughed, which caused Jon to laugh as well.

When the laughter died down she looked at him and asked, "So, who's this girl you keep thinking about?"

"Daenerys Targaryen."

She stared at him in shock, but quickly broke free of her surprise and grabbed his hand. "Jon, if you love this woman you could marry her. It would be advantageous to her since you would be bringing the entire North back into the realm with your union."

"I can't." He shot up to his feet and tore his hand from Arya's grasp.

He stared at the hot water in front of him and Arya asked, "Why not?"

"She's to marry my brother."

This time the shock didn't leave Arya's face so quickly.