Hey guys! Thanks for all the love, now here is Chapter 4 of Deliverance. This is where we start to diverge from Season 8, so enjoy!

Chapter 4

Daenerys lay upright in her bed, with one hand on her stomach and one hand on her head. She couldn't figure out what was causing her ailment. The previous night, she had enjoyed a hearty stew with Jon after their dragon ride. Yet she had a strong aversion to the wine they served her. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the unwelcoming nature of the Northerners, but clearly the North did not agree with her. She heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she weakly said.

It was Jon, accompanied by his direwolf Ghost. In his hands were crackers, bread, salt, and a glass of water. "Maester Wolkan told me you hadn't been feeling well, so I thought you might be in need of these." Daenerys nodded and patted a spot on her bed. Jon sat down and handed her the glass and some crackers.

"Thank you. I could really use this." She ate the crackers.

"He also told me you talked with Sansa."

"I did," she sighed. "It did not go as planned."

"Give her time. She'll see you for what you are once we defeat the army of the dead," Jon said.

"I wish I could be as patient as you. I've just spent so much of my life on a continent I wasn't born on, so I thought I would feel more at home once I got back to Westeros. But now I don't know where my home is," Daenerys explained.

"This could be your home," Jon offered. "Even if King's Landing isn't, even if Winterfell isn't, even if Dragonstone isn't, there has to be some place here in Westeros that can be your home. Maybe we can build one together."

Daenerys smiled. "I'd like that." Jon smiled back.

"Then here is my vow to you, Daenerys Targaryen. I, Jon Snow, will pledge all of my Northern men to help you secure the Iron Throne. I will help you become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I will give you a home. And, one way or another, I will give you an heir to succeed your reign. If I fail, you may burn me alive with your dragons."

Daenerys had tears in the brim of her eyes. "Let's not let it come to that." She pulled him to her and kissed him. Ghost interrupted them with a bark. "Oh, hello there. I don't believe I've gotten to know you very well," Daenerys said.

"Well allow me to introduce the two of you. Ghost, meet Daenerys Targaryen, the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Daenerys, this is my direwolf, Ghost. He's been with me through it all," Jon introduced the two.

"Well it's very nice to meet you, Ghost," Daenerys said. She offered her hand and Ghost met it with his paw. He then jumped up on the bed and licked Daenerys in the face. Daenerys giggled.

"I think he likes you," Jon said. "He definitely makes you smile. I like your smile. I wish I could see more of it."

"You're good at making me smile," she replied.

"There's one thing I'm good at that I actually like doing," Jon said. Daenerys paused. Her brother Viserys had told her that her brother Rhaegar was an accomplished fighter. Ser Barristan Selmy had once told her that while Rhaegar was a good fighter, he did not enjoy fighting. He preferred literature and the arts instead. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Jon quickly stood up.

"Come in," Daenerys ordered. Tyrion, Davos, and Varys entered.

"Ah, your grace, Jon Snow," Tyrion greeted. "I hope this is not a bad time."

"Maester Wolkan told me her grace was not feeling well. I just came in to check on her," Jon explained.

"How thoughtful of you, Jon Snow," Tyrion said. He turned to face Daenerys, who was still angry with him for earlier. "Your grace, I know I have made serious mistakes. I cannot apologize enough for those mistakes. However, I believe I may have something good to offer you for once." Jon started to leave, but Tyrion stopped him. "No, no, Jon. This concerns you as well." Jon sat down on the bed. "As you both know, the two of you did not get off on the right foot." He was right. When they first met, Jon was determined to gain Daenerys as an ally against the White Walkers. Daenerys, on the other hand, believed he should bend the knee to her and support her claim to the Iron Throne. Even though they clashed at first, they grew to respect each other and what they both stood for.

Tyrion continued. "But now I believe the two of you have most past that. You two have come a long way since then and you seem to get along well. Jon even bent the knee to you, your grace, and I know for a fact he would not have done that if he did not believe in you." Jon nodded. "Still, I do believe the Northern lords and ladies need a little more persuasion. They still see you as an outsider and Jon as a kneeler. They need more reason to accept you as one of their own."

"Tyrion, if you have appoint, I suggest you make it right now," Daenerys suggested, impatiently, sipping from the glass of water Jon had given her.

"Well the lads and I have been talking," Tyrion answered, motioning to Varys and Davos. "And we believe we may have found a solution." Tyrion took a few steps forward and finally made his point. "I want to suggest a marriage between the two of you." Daenerys coughed, spitting up the water she had just sipped. Jon shook his head and his eyes widened. "I know, this is sudden, but the union of your houses will fully join the North to your cause. You will have more men to fight the army of the dead and my sister. Once you defeat them, you will have the whole Seven Kingdoms behind you supporting your claim to the Iron Throne." Both Jon and Daenerys remained silent and dumbfounded.

Davos stepped forward. "It was my idea, your grace. I believe that at your cores, you are both good people who are always fighting for the right causes. We could use two people like that ruling the Seven Kingdoms."

Varys stepped forward as well. "Just think about it. You don't even have to get married right away. If you so choose, you can wait until after you've taken the Iron Throne."

"May I ask you something?" Jon asked.

"Go ahead," Tyrion answered.

"Since neither of our parents are alive, who would propose to whom?" Jon asked.

"That is a good question," Tyrion answered. "You were named the King in the North, yet you bent the knee to our queen."

After a brief pause, Daenerys cleared her throat and said, "Thank you for your input. I will discuss it with Jon and tell you what we decide."

"Fair enough, your grace. I will let you rest and leave the two of you to discuss this matter," Tyrion told her. He led Davos and Varys out of the room.

Jon and Daenerys were now alone in the room. Both were still trying to absorb what they had just heard. Finally, Jon broke the silence. "Well, what do you think about it?" Daenerys said nothing. Jon continued. "I just want you to know that I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do."

"Well, it would be important to officially have the North on my side," Daenerys said hesitantly. "And I think you would make a wonderful king," she added. Jon had not even thought of that. Being married to Daenerys would make him the King of the Seven Kingdoms. He had never wanted or even dreamed that he would sit on the Iron Throne. He laughed.

"Me as the King of the Seven Kingdoms? Can you imagine that?" he laughed.

"I actually can. I think you would be a good king. You were already named the King in the North, what's a few more kingdoms?" Daenerys joked.

"And that only lasted a few months before I bent the knee to you," Jon pointed out. "You've wanted this your entire life. I never have. And besides, you've already been a queen in Meereen."

"And along the way, I've always wanted someone to rule beside me. When I left Meereen, I left behind someone I thought I loved to be open to political marriage alliances here in Westeros. I think this is the perfect one for me," Daenerys explained. "I think this is the first good idea Tyrion's had in a while. But like you, I will not force you into this marriage if you are unwilling to participate."

Jon sat back and thought for a moment. He smiled. "I would like to see you in a wedding dress," he smirked.

"Oh would you now?" Daenerys asked, smiling seductively.

Jon leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers. "So I could tear it off you," he said huskily. Daenerys giggled and lightly kissed him.

"You would marry me?" she asked.

"I might," he teased.

"And what would I need to do to convince you to?" she asked seductively.

After a pause, Jon answered, "Take care of yourself and be patient, especially with my sisters."

Daenerys sighed. "I will do my best," she said.

Jon smiled. "You get some rest now." He kissed her on the forehead and slowly left the room. He passed Maester Wolkan on the way out. "Maester Wolkan," he greeted.

"My lord. I was just coming to check up on our queen," he told Jon. As Jon turned a corner, he saw his old friend Samwell Tarly.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you here. Or did you read all the books in the Citadel already," Jon greeted. He hugged his best friend.

"I thought my knowledge could prove useful here in the fight against the White Walkers," Sam said.

"It already has. Without your knowledge of the dragonglass stash at Dragonstone, we would not have any weapons to fight them with," Jon told him.

"For someone who's planning a battle, you seem to be in a surprisingly good mood," Sam noticed.

"I am. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. I have reunited with my sisters and brother. I have retaken Winterfell. I have met someone who will become our new queen after we defeat the White Walkers. She makes me believe that impossible things can happen," Jon told him. He knew there was more, like his own murder, but he decided to leave that out to not scare Sam. But Samwell's smile faded anyway.

"I heard. Daenerys Targaryen?"

Jon nodded.

Samwell thought he should tell Jon about what Daenerys did to his father and brother, but he decided to save that for later. Right now, he needed to tell Jon what he and Bran had learned about him weeks ago. "You're right. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. Since I've gotten here, I've gotten to know your brother Bran. He is a very smart young man. In fact, Gilly and I once helped him pass through the Wall. But now we are all here and we have much to tell you. Bran told me to come get you. He's waiting for us in the war cabinet."

Samwell led Jon to the war cabinet. Sitting in front of an open fire was Bran in his wheelchair. His stoic stare greeted the two friends. "It is time," Bran simply said. Samwell walked over to Bran's side. Jon seemed confused by what was happening.

"What's going on?" Jon asked.

"When I got north of the Wall, I met the Three-Eyed Raven. He could see everything. Everything that has ever happened throughout the history of time and everything happening all around us as we speak. He taught me how to use my visions of the past and present. Since his death, I have become the new Three-Eyed Raven. I now have access to all of history. I have been following the timelines of those I love, including you. I have seen every aspect of your life, even from before I was born. Which is why it is difficult for me to tell you this, but everything you think you know about yourself is a lie."

"What do you mean?" Jon asked.

"I know who your mother is," Bran said.

Jon's eyes widened. He had always wanted to know who his mother was, if she was alive, and why she wasn't around. He knew that Ned Stark was his father and Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon were his half-siblings. He knew that his own existence cast a stain on Ned Stark's honor and his marriage to Catelyn, who outwardly despised him. Now he would finally know the truth.

"You are not my brother, you are my cousin," Bran said. Jon was even more puzzled by this. "For your mother was Lyanna Stark, sister of Eddard Stark." Jon took a couple of steps backwards. This was not what he had expected to hear. He rubbed his forehead.

"What?" he asked loudly. "How can this be? Our father was an honorable man. He would never hurt a woman, much less his own sister."

"My father was an honorable man. As was yours. Prince Rhaegar Targaryen," Bran continued.

Jon shook his head rapidly. "No, no, no. This is impossible. How can you believe this?"

"You were born at the Tower of Joy in Dorne, shortly after Robert Baratheon defeated and killed Prince Rhaegar at the Battle of the Trident. Lyanna bled out giving birth to you. Luckily, my father got there in time. Although it was too late for her, she made him promise to protect you, for if Robert Baratheon had known the truth, he would have killed you. He had already killed Rhaegar. Elia and her two children had already been brutally murdered by Gregor Clegane. He would later send assassins to kill Daenerys and her brother Viserys. But before Lyanna died, she also gave you a name: Aegon Targaryen, sixth of your name. You were never a bastard after all," Bran explained.

"It's true, Jon," Sam quipped in. "Rhaegar had a High Septon annul his marriage to Elia Martell. He wed Lyanna in a secret ceremony at the Isle of Faces that same day. Gilly and I transcribed his diary at the Citadel. I didn't know what it meant until Bran told me of your birth. Jon, you're the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

"No, I'm not. Daenerys is," Jon shouted. Daenerys. That was another thing. If what they were saying was true, then Daenerys was his…aunt. He had kissed and made love to his own aunt. He had committed the sin of incest, something he had never stomached he would do. It was one of the worst crimes one could commit; yet many had gotten away with it for so long, the Targaryens most of all. Jon suddenly felt dizzy. He could barely stand. He almost felt sick to his stomach.

"Jon, you are the only surviving son of Rhaegar Targaryen, the older brother of Daenerys. You are the rightful heir. You should press your claim. I think you will be a great king," Samwell said.

"And what about Daenerys?" Jon asked. "What about her? She's the one who really wants it."

"Jon, she killed my father and brother when they refused to bend the knee to her," Sam told him.

"Is that what this is about?" Jon asked angrily. "You said so yourself, they always treated you horribly. They made you give up your birthright to join the Wall," Jon told him.

"Yes, that is true. But they were still my family. They still deserved to live at Horn Hall," Sam tried to reason.

Jon took a deep breath. "Why didn't my fath-" He took another deep breath. "Why didn't Ned Stark ever tell me? Or Catelyn? Perhaps she would have understood if he had just told her the truth?"

"You were too valuable," Bran answered. "A Targaryen heir. The only son of my father's dead sister. If anyone had known, even my own mother, word would have gotten out fast. I know this is difficult to understand, but Ned kept his promise to his sister to keep you safe. This was the only way."

"Think about it, Jon. It all makes sense once you do," Sam advised. "Rhaegar did not kidnap or rape Lyanna. They fell in love at a tourney at Harrenhal many years ago. But Rhaegar was already married with two children. When Lyanna refused to marry Robert, the two ran off and got married. Bran has seen it all."

Jon shook his head. "Look, Bran, I don't know what happened to you north of the Wall, but there is no way you can possibly know all of this. I know there isn't." Jon started to walk away before Bran said something else.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow." This caught Jon by surprise. He turned around to face his brother and Sam once again. Only two women had said that to him in his lifetime: his deceased former lover Ygritte and the Asshai priestess Melisandre. Bran had never met either of these women. "Ygritte was her name, wasn't it?" Bran asked. "She was beautiful. She had fiery red hair. I'm sorry that you had to lose her like that at the Wall."

Jon turned to Samwell. "You told him about Ygritte?"

Samwell shook his head. "I didn't have to." Jon's breathing was quick and short. He turned and ran out of the room. He ran down the corridors. He saw Daenerys standing in the middle of the hallway. He ran right past her.

"Jon? Jon, wait!" She called out. Jon kept running. He rushed outside, down the stairs to the courtyard, past the soldiers, and down to the crypts of Winterfell, where all of the Starks were buried. The crypts were lit only by torches every few feet apart. Jon ran to the statue of Lyanna Stark. He looked up at her. That statue was all he would ever see of his mother. In the statue's hand was a feather placed there by Robert Baratheon on his final visit to Winterfell. Jon collapsed at the statue. He banged his fists at the statue's feet and burst into tears. All this time, he had a mother who loved him more than her own life, and he would never get to meet her or thank her for protecting him. This big secret surrounding his own existence was now known to him. The more he thought about it, he wondered who else could have known? Maester Aemon? Littlefinger?

Jon lifted his head to look at the statue of his mother. "I have so many questions for you. All my life, there has been this cloak of mystery hanging over my head, and now I know the truth. I wish you had lived. I wish I could have known you. I really needed you and my father." Jon turned to face the statue of Ned Stark, just a few feet away.

"You were the most honorable man I knew. You loved me. You mentored me. You never saw me as any different than your other children. And you lied to me my whole life. For one moment, just one, you could have told me the truth about who my parents were. YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THE TRUTH!" Jon screamed, shaking his fists at the statue of his father. He fell to his knees and continued sobbing.

Jon could hear soft footsteps coming toward him. He looked up and saw Daenerys standing in front of him. She looked so beautiful, just as she did the day he met her. How could he tell this woman he loved and who moments ago was thinking about marrying what he had just learned, that they were related?

Daenerys knelt down and placed her hand on Jon's shoulder. Her eyes were full of sympathy for her love. "Jon, what is it?" she sweetly asked.

Jon, in the midst of his sobbing, could only get out the following, "My mother…she loved me."

"Of course she did," Daenerys said, trying to comfort him. "I may not have ever known her, but I know she loved you, just as I loved Rhaego, just as I love my dragons. Jon, I wanted to talk to you about Tyrion's proposal."

"I don't know if we should do it," Jon quickly said. Daenerys was taken aback by this. Had everything they had done together suddenly mean nothing to him?

"Why not?" she asked. Jon was unable to answer her.

"Is this because of Sansa? Because of the Northern lords?" Daenerys asked. "Because what I feel for you matters more to me than what they think about us. It is why I am here with you. I am sorry that they can't see that."

Jon shook his head. "No, no," he muttered, slowly getting up.

"Than what is it?" Daenerys asked.

"Because my mother…was Lyanna Stark," Jon slowly said. He had no other option but to tell her.

Daenerys looked even more shocked. "What? But that means that your father-"

"Was your brother, Rhaegar Targaryen," Jon interrupted. Daenerys shook her head and looked away.

"So this means that you're my-"

"Nephew, yes," It felt sickening for him to say the word nephew out loud. How could he possibly see her as the woman he loves and his aunt at the same time? "I only just found out."

"I just don't understand. Everyone always told me that Rhaegar was decent and kind. He liked to sing. He gave money to poor children. And for him to kidnap and rape her-"

"He didn't," Jon interrupted her again. "They were in love."

"Who told you this?" Daenerys asked.

"Bran and Samwell Tarly. Bran is now the three-eyed raven. I don't entirely know what that means, but he can now see everything that has ever happened. And Samwell transcribed a High Septon's diary at the Citadel. He annulled Rhaegar's marriage to Elia Martell and then wed him to Lyanna at a secret ceremony at the Isle of Faces. He read about their marriage without even knowing what it meant. I was born at the Tower of Joy in Dorne, just as Eddard Stark was reunited with his sister. But childbirth proved too dangerous of a task for her. As she bled to death on her birthing bed, she made Eddard promise to protect her son from Robert Baratheon, or else I would have been killed as an infant. My name, my real name, is Aegon Targaryen."

Daenerys sighed. "This is impossible."

"I wish it was, but it's true. As hard as it is to believe, I don't know how it could be any other way," Jon said. "All my life I wondered who my mother was and why she was never there for me. Well someone finally has an answer and believe me when I tell you this is not the answer I had in mind."

"Do you have any idea what this means?" Daenerys asked. Immediately she answered her own question. "You're the last living male Targaryen heir. You would have a claim on the Iron Throne."

"That's what Bran and Samwell said but I don't want the Iron Throne. You know I don't. The throne is yours, Dany. You know that. Do you think I haven't thought about what this means ever since they told me moments ago. I'm still trying to think everything through. I don't know how much more I can handle right now," Jon told her.

Although she heard Jon loud and clear, there was something Daenerys needed to tell him as well. She knew it would not make his load any lighter, but she too had no option other than to tell him. "Jon," she began. She gulped before she got out the next two words. "I'm pregnant."