So for the rest of the week, I can't promise that the next few chapters are gonna come out on time. They might come later in the day or early depending on when I do them. My fiance and I will be on vacation spending the holiday weekend with family so whenever I have the chapters done they will be posted. So my posting will be funky but you will get the weekly chapters, and then Monday will continue as usual!
Glad to hear everyone loved the double post! I've been enjoying all the events going on so far in the story, but honestly, I'm just mainly excited about our Jonerys baby!
In the following weeks, Jon received a dozen or more letters similar to the first one the Unsullied sent him. Each letter sent was simple, usually one or two words, and written in what Jon had later determined was definitely blood. Queenslayer. False King. Kinslayer. Murderer. Bastard. Each letter targeted at him and each one brought back terrible memories of the past he only recently started to recover from. Though ever letter was different the message was very clear; the Unsullied wanted Jon dead.
In fear of putting Daenerys in a panic; or better yet in fear of making her miss her past thus putting himself in a panic, Jon hid the letters from her. Burning each one after receiving it. Still, Davos and Tormund warned him of their message and reminded Jon that after a while the Unsullied will stop sending letters and start sending men to kill him.
"You should tell her," Davos told Jon one day after he burned yet another letter, "She's going to be mad if you don't."
"I agree with the Southerner, you shouldn't hide this from your wife." Tormund told Jon, "Crazy woman rides dragons for fun, what you think she's going to do to you after she finds out your hiding her army from her?"
"The Unsullied was the old Dany's army," Jon replied as he watched the newest letter burn. This one said 'Deadwolf' and Jon took it as a sign that someone was soon coming for him, "We've tried so hard to wash our hands of our past, I won't let this ruin everything we've worked for."
"You can't hide this from her forever, Your Grace." Davos replied, "What will you do when Greyworm and the rest of his men arrive and are standing at the gates of Wolvesden; demanding your head?"
Jon sighed and looked back to his two most loyal friends, "I don't know."
Daenerys was spending her easier days at the Keep; figuring she should be of some use while she can still see her toes. It was tiresome work but it was also very rewarding. The sisters of the Keep loved seeing Daenerys walking around helping them. Tending to gardens and helping the midwives was about the extent of the work she could do, but Daenerys absolutely loved it. It was in the evening that she usually spent her time with the midwives feeding the babies and putting them to sleep.
"Pregnancy suits you, My Queen." Daenerys smiled as she recognized Kinvara's voice.
Daenerys was helping out rocking a newborn to sleep when Kinvara found her, "Did the Lord of Light tell you I was pregnant?"
"He only tells me what I need to know when I need to know it," Kinvara replied as Daenerys laid the babe in her hands down in their bed, "Your children will play a big part in the Lord's plan."
"Children? I haven't even had this one yet." It was only once Daenerys turned around that Kinvara could see just how big she'd gotten, "There is only one in here, right?"
"Yes, just one," Kinvara smiled as she answered her, "But the Dragon has three heads, Your Grace, so there will be more."
Daenerys smiled at the thought of having multiple children. She thought she was so blessed to just have the one, but knowing more was in her future filled her heart with joy. "I'm sorry Kinvara, I didn't even ask, what brings you from Volantis?"
"I wasn't in Volantis last, My Queen, I actually just came from Meereen," Kinvara replied as she followed Daenerys out of the room, leaving the sister to tend to the rest of the babies, "Dragon's Bay thrives in your honor."
"Does the East still believe me dead?" Daenerys asked as they walked side by side through the halls of the main house.
Kinvara smiled at Daenerys, "Not all of them. There are whispers in the shadows. They say the dragons they dance in secret; hidden in the Lord's flames, and soon they will rise once more to bring balance to West and East."
"I am no conqueror, and neither are my children. All I want peace for my family, and for the North." Daenerys told her as they approached the entrance of the main house.
"Peace does not come for free, Your Grace, but you already know that. If you want to truly be free from those who would want to harm you, the three-headed dragon must rise again." Kinvara replied as she opened the door for Daenerys.
"So what would you have me do?" Daenerys asked her as they stepped out into the Keep.
Kinvara smirked as they walked on, "Who said you're the dragon the Lord speaks of?"
It had been almost a whole month since Daenerys had seen her husband, and she was so excited to finally be reunited with him. Their bedroom door squeaked open as Daenerys peaked in to see if Jon was there, "My love?"
In front of the unlit fireplace sat Jon, his head in a book. He lifted it to the sound of her voice and smiled when he saw her in the doorway. "Blood of my blood." Daenerys was quick to shut the door behind her and rush towards him. Before he could get up, Daenerys sat in Jon's lap and groaned to the weight she had down on him. "Seven hells, how many children have you got in there?" Jon joked as he wrapped his arms around her belly and held her close to him.
"Only one says Kinvara, but Rosemary thinks he or she will be a big one." Daenerys looked at her husband and smiled, "I've missed you."
With arms around his face, Daenerys pulled Jon in for a kiss. As a moment he pulled back, only then realizing what she had said to him, "Kinvara is here?"
"Yes, came in on the most recent ship from the East. She was in Meereen." Daenerys got off of Jon and went to change out of her clothes and into something more comfortable.
Jon eyes kept on the fireplace as he spoke to her, "What was she doing there?"
"Not exactly sure, she didn't say much," Daenerys slipped on one of her nightgowns then headed for the bed, "The East still believes me dead for the most part."
Jon turned around and watched her crawl into bed, "And the other part?"
"Come to bed, and then I'll tell you," Daenerys called for him, waving him closer with a single finger.
"Of course, my Queen," Jon smirked, slipped out of all of his close before crawling into bed next to her. He was now completely nude, lying to her side, his hands running all over her dress as slowly as possible, "So what do they say about the former Queen of Meereen, Daenerys Targaryen?"
Daenerys chuckled as Jon started kissing her neck, "Well they say that the shadows tell tales of the three-headed dragons return. That the City prospers in my name." Daenerys moaned as one of Jon's hands slipped below her dress, "They say the dragon will rise again."
"Do they now?" Jon replied as his mouth lingered down her neck to her chest.
Daenerys was panting now, her mind no longer on the conversation, "You know, the man I left in charge there was quite the partner."
Jon lifted his head for a moment and could see the smirk on his wife's face, "He didn't get you pregnant, now, did he?"
"No," Daenerys smiled wide, "He also wasn't half as good at using his tongue as you are, either."
"You think I'm good, huh?" Jon kissed his wife and then started to move down below her dress. Daenerys arched her head back as she felt his tongue go to work between her legs.
No, she thought to herself, no man was as good as this.
Long after Daenerys was asleep, Jon laid wide awake in bed thinking of all the things that haunted him from his past. He looked over and could see Daenerys fast asleep, her belly rising and falling with every breath. Jon stared at her belly, imagining in his mind the babe that grew inside her. He liked to imagine what the baby would like, or rather who the baby would look like. Jon knew there was still some time before his firstborn would arrive, but the excitement in his heart was something he couldn't ignore. A long time ago Jon could remember saying he didn't care to have children, but now it was the only thing he ever wanted.
What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms?
Maester Aemon's words would ring in his ear every time he looked at Daenerys. Jon would find himself wondering if part of the old Maester knew that Jon was his family and if he would be happy knowing that the Targaryens were no longer alone in this world.
Jon smiled as he rose from the bed and got dressed, in his mind, he wondered what his newborn would feel like. With Longclaw in hand, Jon left Daenerys to sleep, deciding that patrol would be better than just laying around.
After an hour or so of walking around Jon found himself in the garden behind Wolvesden, sitting down on a bench staring down at Snowhome. He was trying to keep a calm mind when a clansman approached him, "Your Grace," it was Kristof, "A rider from Hardhome brought another letter."
"Just burn it, Kristof," Jon sighed as he watched the sleeping town below him, "I can't stand to read another one of those threats."
"It's not from the Unsullied, King Crow, they say it's from Meereen." Jon turned around to take the letter from Kristof, and the clansmen left him there to read it alone.
"I know what you've done to our Queen.
You will not escape punishment again.
Trial by combat is coming for you.
And I will not lose.
D.N."
"Fuck," Jon growled as he crumpled up the letter. It had seemed that either new rumors after his Winterfell visit had traveled East, or now Bran was whispering secrets in the ears of those who used to side with Daenerys. Regardless, this seemed to be another name on the list of people who wanted Jon dead for his crimes. Even though he felt he paid his dues, other's across the sea didn't feel the same way.
"Jon?" Daenerys called out from behind him, "You left the bed, is everything alright?"
Jon sighed, partially wanting to lie to her but also not wanting to hide anything else from her, "I got a letter from the East."
Daenerys waddled over and joined him on the bench. Jon placed his free arm over her shoulder and pulled his wife in close, "Who do you know from the East?" Jon handed her the letter for her to read, and as Daenerys got to the end her eyes grew wide. "Daario Naharis."
"I guess this is the man you've slept with?" Jon chuckled as he glanced her way.
"No… yes, I mean," Daenerys face became red and she struggled to explain herself, causing Jon to smirk her way, "What I'm trying to say is this man was once very loyal to me. I left him in charge of Meereen when I first came to Westeros. He wouldn't have any idea of what I've done, or how I've changed."
"We tried so hard to escape our past yet it still seems to catch up with us." Jon's smile faded as he thought of the other letters.
"Jon," Daenerys could see the change in his face and it worried her, "My blood, what's wrong?"
Jon exhaled heavily before saying his next words, "After you left to spend time in the Keep, I started getting letters from the Unsullied."
"The Unsullied?" Daenerys looked shocked, "Why them? Where have they been.."
"From what I've heard they have been traveling the East, carrying out your final wishes," Jon glanced down at Snowhome before looking back at Daenerys, "Freeing slave cities from their tyrants."
"That was the old Daenerys who wanted those things," Daenerys put both hands around Jon's face, "I don't want to be that kind of Queen."
"They want me dead for killing you," Jon told her honestly, "I think they are going to send someone. They want the justice they were robbed."
"Robbed how?" Daenerys didn't know much about the time after she had passed away. She knew she wasn't dead for very long, but a lot must have happened for Jon to end up back Beyond the Wall.
"Greyworm wanted me dead after what I'd done to you," Jon explained to her, "To be honest I would have been fine with him killing me, I wanted myself dead too."
Daenerys sighed, trying not to let old wounds fester, "What stopped him?"
"Bran and Tyrion," Jon huffed, "I wasn't allowed to just return home with my sisters, that wasn't justice. So I was sent back to the Night's Watch to retake my vows, and live out the rest of my life miserable knowing the choices I had made were all wrong."
"But you aren't," Daenerys smiled, "I'm still here, Jon, and I'm not going anywhere, my love. You are my husband, and I will stand by your side till the end of my days."
"So what do we do about those who want me dead to the East?" Jon asked Daenerys as she rose to her feet.
Daenerys put out her hand for Jon to take and smiled, "When the time comes we will deal with them, but for now let us go back to bed."
Jon smiled back as he got off the bench, bringing Daenerys hand up to his face to kiss it, "As you say, sweet wife."