A/N: This is my last entry for the Every Kind of Pairing challenge for the the 'Other fandom' option. It's also a take on how Jon's parentage reveal could have been done differently.
Jon wasn't sure how long he had been down in the crypts, all he knew was that it was long enough for the cold to seep into his bones.
He has been staring at the statue of Lyanna Stark, his mother, the whole time he had been there.
He heard footsteps approaching, but never turned around to see who had joined him.
"I heard that she was beautiful," Daenerys said.
"Yes, my fath-Lord Eddard, said that Arya looks a lot like her. He also said that she had a wildness about her," Jon replied.
He didn't know what to call Ned Stark anymore. He wasn't his birth father, but he was the man who raised him. Jon also still thought of Sansa, Bran, and Arya as his siblings.
"Maybe that's why Rhaegar loved her. She was so different from most other ladies."
"I wish they had done things differently though. Princess Elia and my...siblings would never have died, and I would have grown up with a mother who loved me," Jon confessed.
There was a moment of silence before Daenerys said, " You were loved, by Lord Stark and your cousins. I know Lady Stark was not always kind, but she was not as bad as Viserys. I've also heard that people in love do foolish things. I doubt Rhaegar and Lyanna thought of the consequences of their actions."
"Love is the death of duty," Jon said softly.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Maester Aemon, your great uncle, was the maester at Castle Black and he once told me that, along with 'duty is the death of love'. He also said that a Targaryen alone in the world was a terrible thing," he told her.
I wonder if he knew? Jon thought.
"We're not alone now though," Daenerys said, taking his hand.
The small gesture comforted him more than he was willing to admit.
"What about the throne?"
"If anyone found out the truth then they would scheme to put you there. I know you don't want it," she said hastily, after seeing Jon interrupt. "But they will try anyway. We have two options, one is to marry and reveal the truth after. The second option is that we never tell anyone."
Jon turned to her and studied her face.
Her brow was creased, her mouth drawn into a slight pinched expression, and her violet eyes were full of worry.
"Are you sure you still want me, even though I'm your nephew?" he asked.
"Yes. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my days," Daenerys answered without any hesitation.
"I love you too. It will take some time getting used to the fact that you're my aunt, but I'm sure I will get there," Jon told her.
"So long as we're together then it doesn't matter."
Starks had also wed family members, he thought.
Maybe both sides of his family were not so different after all.
Daenerys stood on her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss on his lips.
"I will leave you to your thoughts, but don't brood too much," she said softly, before letting go of his hand and walking back up to the entrance.
Jon hadn't expected things to go so well with his beloved after her cold reaction to the news of his parentage. He couldn't blame her though as the implications of it were far reaching and unpredictable. He hoped that should the secret ever come out that they would be able to face it together.