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Daenerys rushed out of the Wolvesden at the sound of the news, Jon called out for her not that far behind. As they reached the outdoors they could see that many clans members had gathered outside, all of their heads faced up as they watched the night sky above them. Daenerys looked up to find that circling above them was Drogon.
"Daenerys!" Jon grabbed her arm to get her attention, careful not to pull her too roughly, "You can't just run out here like that…"
"He's my son," Daenerys told him, her eyes still on the sky.
Jon put his hands on his face, shifting her head so she was looking him in the eyes. "I know, but you are carrying our child. You have to be more careful, Dany."
Daenerys nodded okay, and then looked back up to the sky. "He won't land with all these people here."
"I'll tell everyone to go back inside. Just be careful with him," Jon kissed her on the cheek as he let her go. "We don't know how much of you has changed since Kinvara brought you back. He may not recognize you."
It took him a while, and some help from a very drunk Tormund, but Jon finally got all of the clansmen back into Wolvesden. Once all the clansmen were inside Drogon did indeed land in the space between the main gates and the stronghold. Daenerys approached the Dragon slowly, Jon standing not that far in the distance. Thought it was Daenerys who was walking towards him, Jon could see from where he stood that it was him that the dragon had his eyes on.
"Drogon," Daenerys smiled as she reached out her hand slowly, "It's me, my love…. I've missed you so-so very much," She spoke to Drogon in high Valyrian as her hand got closer. Daenerys could feel mild heat as Drogon exhaled through his nostrils, the air warm on her fingertips, "Where have you been, my love? Are you well?"
Jon watched as Drogon inched slowly closer to Daenerys till her hand was on his face pressed against her hand. He got nervous as Drogon pushed in a little closer until Daenerys was holding with both hands and his face was pressed up against her little belly. Jon could hear Drogon sniff Daenerys and growl softly as he exhaled her sent, making part of him wondering if the dragon knew that his mother was pregnant.
"Stay with us for a while, Drogon," Daenerys continued to talk to her dragon in Valyrian as he rested her body against his nostrils, "Please don't leave me yet."
Daenerys knew that even though she wanted more time with her son, her last dragon had to be free. Drogon took a step back and lifted his head in the air, yelling out a roar that seemed to shake the ground around him. Just as quickly as he was back in their lives, Drogon ran off and flew out back into the nights' sky, leaving Daenerys there standing alone. Jon couldn't see her face but he knew that Daenerys was crying by the way her body shivered. Carefully, he approached his wife and put his hand on her shoulder. Sure enough, when she turned around he could see the tears running down her cheeks. Daenerys pulled him close by his shirt, and Jon wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his chest.
"He's a dragon, my love," Jon spoke softly as he tried to comfort her, "and he can't be stuck here forever. He deserves to go wherever his wings may take him."
The next month passed by quick and the more time went on the more Daenerys' belly kept growing. Jon was obsessed with her growing figure, constantly trying to get his hands all over her. They would spend as much extra time as they could together, truly enjoying their newly wedded bliss.
"Gods, Dany," Jon moaned into her ear as his hands explored her naked body. It was midday but somehow Jon had managed to hide away from his kingly duties to have a moment alone with his wife, "how is it the bigger you get the more desperately I want this body?"
Daenerys giggled, enjoying the sensation of Jons kisses on her neck, "I'm sure not every man loves the idea of his lady getting fat." His kisses worked their way down the crook of her neck and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"I never said fat, Dany," Jon lifted his head, using his left hand to caress her cheek, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and carrying our child inside you only intensifies that."
"How did a man who swore himself off woman learn to be such a romantic?" Daenerys smirked as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Oh, I'm not." Jon smiled back.
"Really?"
Jon leaned in for a kiss, making sure to move slowly and let his lips linger, "I'm just helplessly in love with you, that's all." Daenerys giggled again as he went back to kissing her bare skin, moments after he started they were disturbed by a knock on the door. Jon groaned frustratedly, which only made Daenerys laugh more. "How is it every time I want to be alone with you, someone always wants us?"
"You're King, my love," Daenerys reminded him, "Someone is always going to come first."
The next knock on the door was much louder, "Crow! Come on, you shit, you can get your cock wet later. We got riders coming from the South."
It was Tormund, and his words made Jon roll his eyes. Daenerys was laughing now, "He will come in here if you don't go."
"I know he will," Jon sighed, and a minute after another bang at the door was heard, "Alright Tormund, I heard you!" Jon rolled out of bed and went to dress.
Daenerys watched him from where she lay, rolling to her side to get a better view, "Come back to me, Jon."
As Jon finished dressing, he went back to his wife one more time to kiss her goodbye, "I always will, blood of my blood."
"SNOW!" Tormund yelled from the other side of the door.
Jon sighed hard, making sure to grab Longclaw before heading to the door, he made sure to close it behind him before confronting a grumpy Tormund. "Last time I checked I didn't marry you," Jon could now see Tormund's serious face and it made him worry, "What is it?"
"I didn't wanna scream it, but the rider is from your sister." Tormund was sure not to speak too loudly, in fear Daenerys would hear from the other side.
Jon made sure his swordbelt was tightened around him, "Are you sure?"
"Direwolf sigil and everything," Tormund told him as he and Jon started to head for the great hall.
When Tormund and Jon got to the great hall they could see standing in the room waiting for them was a handful of his sister's bannermen and surprisingly enough, Davos Seaworth.
"Last time you were here you came with my brothers' bannermen," Jon kept one hand on the hilt of his sword as he approached them, "It's strange that now you ride here with my sisters, Lord Davos."
"A lot has changed since I was here last, Jon-" Davos next words were cut off by Tormund.
"I believe the proper term to address a King is 'Your Grace'." Tormund tightened the grip oh his hilt as he stood side by side with Jon.
Davos could see his men were on the edge so he put his hand up to make them back away, "Your Grace, can we sit? Please?"
Jon looked at Tormund, who nodded alright and followed him to the table nearest to them. Jon, Tormund, and Davos all sat down together while the Stark bannermen sat not far behind. "What is it you wish to speak about, my Lord."
"If it's about Silas…" Tormund started to speak but Davos raised his hand.
"No, it's not about him at all," Davos replied, "To be honest, I haven't been to Kingslanding since before your brother sent him to kill Daenerys. I was in Winterfell when he gave the order," Davos sighed, crossing his arms on top of the table, "I've been serving your sister for a while now. Actually, I've been with her since I came here last. There is something strange, really strange, going on with your brother Bran. He's become obsessed with Daenerys and Drogon since you brought her back."
"Daenerys is Queen Beyond the Wall, she doesn't care for his Southern crown anymore," Tormund answered for Jon, "She is one of us now."
"And that's fine, I'm not here about Daenerys I swear." Davos swore with his hands in the air, "Queen Sansa doesn't even know she's alive yet. Bran has kept that news from the public; only his counsel knows."
"Then why did Sansa send you here?" Jon asked him.
"Arya," Davos said her name and he could see Jon's face start to worry, "She's fine, don't worry. Arya arrived home right before I came out here to see you, my Queen asks for a visit. That's all."
"I'm King Beyond the Wall, Davos, it's where I belong. Not in Winterfell." Jon sighed. He missed his sisters, sure, but this was his place.
"Jon, your sisters both think Bran sent Lannister men to kill you, not Daenerys," Davos tried to explain, "If you come back with me, you have the advantage to explain your side of the story first. If they are going to learn that Daenerys is alive, and they are going to find out, it has to be from you."
"Our King will not go back south so that those who are meant to his family can murder him." Tormund argued, "He died once for the Freefolk, I won't let it happen again."
"The Freefolk have to make alliances with Sansa, Jon. It is the only way to keep your people and your family safe." Davos seemed desperate with his words, and Jon hated the fact that they all made so much sense, "I like you Jon Snow, your a good man, with a good heart, and I do not doubt that you want to protect your people and your family. I swear if you ride back with me, I will not let anyone harm you but if you do not come now and explain your situation to Sansa the next time Bran sends men to kill Daenerys she won't try to stop them." Davos sighed, not able to stress his argument anymore, "Wouldn't you rather she would?"
"Daenerys," Jon closed his eyes and sighed. When they opened he found himself glancing at the table, "She's carrying my child, our child. I won't let anyone hurt my wife."
"Then ride South with me, and tell your sister that yourself."