Happy Friday!

Boy did I struggle with this one, but I got some ideas on where to take this journey next. Gonna worked on some good shit this weekend, so see you lovelies Monday with more Jonerys goodness!

Daenerys spent the rest of the night in Jon's bed and he couldn't help and spend half the time admiring her as she slept. Part of him couldn't believe she was in his bed, and part of him had trouble coming to terms that she was even here at all. At some point in the night, he had gotten out of bed to let Ghost into the room. The direwolf slept on the end of the bed, which was luckily large enough for the three of them to sleep comfortably. When he woke up later that morning he half expected to not find her there, but when he opened his eyes he found that Daenerys was still there. She was sitting up in the bed, running her hands through Ghosts' fur.

"Morning," Jon reached his hand out to her, rubbing the back of his fingers on her skin, "You're still here."

Daenerys turned her head back towards him as she continued to pet Ghost, "Was I meant to leave?"

"No, I just-" Jon chuckled, "I'm glad you're still here."

She leaned back into bed, Jon reaching out to pull her into his arms. Daenerys tilted her head over to rest against the crook of Jons' neck. She smiled as she felt his lips kissing her temple. "I'm not going anywhere, Jon. I promise."

The next month faded in together and weeks blended together like days. Jon felt as if he was stuck in some amazing dream, and he never wanted anyone to wake him. Snowhome was thriving and so was its people. It started becoming less of a place he just happened to be staying and more of a home. There were families forming, and children playing and people falling in love. It made the whole place come to life. One of Jons' new favorite things to do was walk through Snowhome with Daenerys. The people loved her almost as much as he did and the women found it easier to approach Daenerys with their problems, which was quite alright with Jon. She was meant to be a leader, he could see it in her eyes when someone came to her with a problem or in her smile when one of the children brought her gifts. She wasn't just wonderful at it, she loved it, and whatever made Daenerys happy made Jon happy.

"Do you think Summer will come soon?" Daenerys asked him as they walked the ever growing town together.

Jon didn't hear her at first, to distracted on how lovely it felt to escort her through town with arms linked. It was silly, sure, but it made Jons' icy demeanor melt. "I'm sorry, one more time?"

Daenerys chuckled, "Summer, Jon, how long do you think it will be until it arrives?"

"Ah yes… well soon, probably," Jon replied, "The last summer lasted almost ten whole years, and the winter after was only three and most likely because of the fall of the Night King... part of me hoped it would have lasted longer."

"Well, I'm glad it ended because I certainly do not miss the winter," Daenery smiled, "These clear spring skies can stay as long as they wish."

Jon smirked, placing his free hand on hers, "We have plenty of time to enjoy the warmth together before winter comes again."

Their moment was interrupted by a horn blowing in the distance. Jon had set up a system similar to the one they had for the Nights Watch. One for a friend, two for a foe and three for death. Only one blow of the horn was heard though, signaling that someone was on the approach.

Daenerys leaned in to kiss Jons cheek and then let go, "You should go on to meet them."

"Come with me," Jon reached out for her face, his fingers firm behind her neck besides for his thumb that sat on her cheek.

Daenerys smiled wider, trying not to let herself fall under Jons spell. "You can have me when you finished."

Jon pulled her closer for a kiss, nibbling at her lips as they parted. "Is that a promise?"

"Yes, it is," Daenerys playfully pushed him off of her and held her hand out towards Wolvesden, "Now go on, Jon"

Jon made his way back up to Wolvesden, and as he approached the strongholds front gate he recognized a familiar face pulling along a horse arguing with two of his clansmen.

"Please, you have to let me see King Jon!" It was Parsley. Over the last few months, she was starting to look less like a baby faced girl and a bit more like a woman. She had got a bit taller, maybe standing as tall as Daenerys now, and her long hair was pulled back in a simple braid.

The two guards at the gate prevented her from moving forward, "His Grace is not around, so go away."

"What's going on?" Jon yelled out as he approached them.

Parsley turned around quickly to the sound of his voice. Her face was flushed and she seemed out of breath, "Jon!"

"Parsley, it's been some time," Jon could feel that something was wrong, just by the way she looked at him, "Is everyone at the Keep alright?"

"It's the Southerners," Parsley took deep breaths trying to calm herself, "Riders from beyond the wall, they carry no banner but one of them was with your brothers' men during their last visit. Rosemary sent me the moment they were spotted heading towards us. They have to be looking for Daenerys."

Jon's heart stopped for a moment, hating himself for getting comfortable when there was still a big problem at hand. Burning down the weirwood trees may have kept Brans' watchful eye away, but he always had men to send to do his work for him. "How long do you think we have?"

"The can't be more than an hours ride behind me," Parsley explained, "And Jon, they sent a lot more men than last time."

"Fuck," Jon growled as he turned away for a moment to think, then he when he turned back he pointed to his two clansmen, "Send out the signal, we have enemies on the approach. I need men down in Snowhome getting their families back into their houses and gather the rest and send them up to the Wolvesden."

"Yes, King Crow." The two men did a half bow and ran off as quickly as the could.

"And Daenerys?" Parsley asked.

Jon looked at her sighed, "Parsley, I'm going to need a favor. Go down to Snowhome, get Daenerys and hide."

Parsley was a little turned off by his plan, "Hide? Tormund and Rosemary didn't train us all to be fighters for us to hide!"

"Parsley, please," Jon tried pleading with her but by the look on her face, she wasn't taking to begging. He sighed, he really didn't want to use his title in this manner, "Don't make me command you, Parsley."

She sighed, but then nodded and quickly returned to her horse. Jon prayed to all the gods he could think of that they would be okay. He was thinking on his feet at this point, but he had no choice but to make this work. He made a promise, and he intended on keeping it.

As Parsley predicted, his brothers' riders arrived just when they expected. He found it oddly suspicious when he realized that no one was waving his brothers' banner. Two horns sounded off as they made their way up to Wolvesden, and Jon met them at its gates with at least a dozen of his men protecting it and him. He could feel his blood boil when he noticed who was leading the men towards the Den. It was Silas, a member of Brans' Kingsguard.

"Snow, so pleased to see you again," Silas smirked made Jon aggravated, gripping Longclaw tightly to contain his rage, "On behalf of His Grace, Bran the Broken, we are here retrieve an enemy of the crown, the Mad Queen Daenerys Targaryen."

Jon's face was visibly frustrated, his eyebrows furrowed and hands clenched, "I'm sorry, there is no one here with that name."

"You either hand over the Mad Queen or we have been ordered to take you in for treason." Silas calm stature made Jon even more agitated.

Jon exhaled through his nose, trying to remain calm, "Treason? For what?"

Silas chuckled. There was something oddly familiar about his mannerisms that Jon couldn't just put his finger on. "For falsely naming yourself King beyond the Wall, of course. Not only are you a bastard, but you are a sworn member of the Night's Watch. In fact, they are the ones who should have you hanged for this."

"I don't know if you saw on your way here, but there is no more Nights Watch." Jon replied, "And beyond the Wall, the only law that counts is that of the Freefolk."

Silas snickered, "My men have been orders to bring back a traitor, no matter the cost." As he spoke all of the men Silas came withdrew their swords. There were at least thirty men with him.

"And the Freefolk do what they please," Jon remarked, "We do not kneel to Southern Kings."

"We?" Silas laughed, "Were you born up here? Were your bastard mother and father lowlife wildlings as well?"

His words stirred up Jons' clansmen, but everyone kept their ground. No one moved a muscle, waiting for someone else to fuck up so they could all attack. As the tension grew the sound of a rider approached broke through the silence. They waited to see who it was, and the rider drew near they could hear voices screaming.

They were female.

"Get your hands off of me!" The voice made Jons heartbeat quicken. It was Daenerys and Parsley. The rider had dragged them both all the way back up to the Den. Daenerys' dress was covered and dirt and blood from being dragged along, as well as Parsley's clothing. The rider stopped next to Silas, handing him the rope that she was tied to. He could see Daenerys on the floor, struggling to stand up. "Jon!"

"Daenerys!" Jon yelled and his men went to move forward, but he put a hand out to stop them. A stupid act now would surely get them all killed.

Silas tugged on the rope, forcing her back to her feet. "So there is someone by that name here, funny how that happens isn't it?"

"Let them go!" Jon demanded, basically yelling.

Silas shook his head no, "She is quite beautiful I'll give her that, she and her friend here will make quite the company on our way back to the capital."

"Why would your King send someone unfamiliar with the North to meet with its King?" Parsley snapped, standing between him and Daenerys as she tried to catch her breath.

"The King ordered us to kill the dragon but never specified which. So here I am, here to solve his problems and pay the debts owed to my family." Silas smiled, now looking at Daenerys and Parsley "I'm sorry I haven't properly introduced myself, my dears, my name is Silas Hill of House Lannister."

Daenerys eyes widened, a rush of guilt and fear coming over her, "Lannister?"

"Yes, not an immediate cousin to our prior Queen, Cersei, but close enough to count. My brothers were at Kingslanding when you burned it to the ground. As well as many other men in my family," Silas chuckled, "I actually should thank you for that, because by getting rid of the rest of them you've made my surviving brothers and I very important people. I can tell you more about it all while we make our way south."

"You aren't going anywhere," Jon yelled as Silas and his men tried to turn around and leave. His was up in the air, signaling for them to keep steady. "Archers!"

Silas turned back around slowly, a sly smirk on his face. "Are you sure that's wise?" Jon was breathing heavy now. His eyes moved from Silas then Parsley, and finally to Daenerys, who was trying hard to maintain a leveled headed stature but seemed to be closing in on her breaking point. Jon promised her he would let nothing happen and now here they were, with him unable to do anything. If he attacked now, one or both girls could be killed before he reached them. His mind flashed back to Rickon; he had made a hot-headed decision during the Battle of the Bastards that cost his brother his life. He would not make that mistake today. Defeated, Jon lowered his hand, and the archers lowered their bows. Silas chuckled, tugging on the rope to pull the girls along. "Until next time, Snow."

He watched as Silas and his men started to march away. Parsley screamed and pled for help as she was forced along, and all Daenerys could do was look at Jon before she too was pulled. Her face wasn't angry at all, she was calm as she could be considering. Jon could see her barely nod to before she turned around. She knew he would come for them, and Jon knew no matter what the cost none of them would make it back beyond the Wall. Even if it meant death.

Jon would not let them return South.

Luls MOREE Cliff Hangers. It wasn't on purpose but I had to split where I'm planning on taking this in half, my bad kids.

Until Monday, friends XD