The first thing he noticed was the angry pit in his stomach, nagging him to fill his belly. Next, he became aware of familiar voices, talking and laughing quietly.
He thought himself dreaming until he opened his eyes to daylight streaming in through the tall windows and onto the tan stone walls of the room around him. The bed he lay in was soft and warm and there was a dull pain humming in his injured leg. Instead of the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves, he could smell linen and candle wax.
Dany...
Before his mind could start to race with worry, he found her seated near the foot of his bed. Safe.
He leaned his head back into the pillows, relief soothing his weary muscles. Dany was safe and they had finally made it.
She was the source of the laughter, he realized and it was then he noticed she was seated in a chair- across from Robb.
He felt his heart swell as he looked at his brother. It had been so long and there had been times he wondered if he would ever see him again. Now they were in the same room... and his brother was becoming acquainted with Dany.
All at once, a beast within him stirred to see Robb look at her the way he did. Suddenly, he wasn't just his brother anymore, but another man giving his lover attention.
Maybe it was his imagination but looking between them, dark thoughts rolled over his mind like storm clouds. They were both leaning toward one another with bright smiles on their faces, laughing like fools.
He should have known this would happen. Robb had been named King in the North and was born to be Lord of Winterfell. He was worthy of a girl like her.
She was wearing a new dress, a softer shade of blue, and he decided he hated it. He'd been sleeping for who knows how long and she seemed to be moving on quite nicely.
Grey Wind was settled on the floor beside her, her fingers scratching behind his ears, while Jon scanned the room for Ghost.
What was I thinking to bring her here? Did I really think I'd hold onto a girl like her?
He wasn't some long lost prince here. Here he was just a bastard. A bastard who ran away from the Wall. He could no longer pretend he was worthy of the way she used to look at him, with complete adoration.
His chest began to feel tight as his heart stung. He wanted to leave them both and never return.
A whine from Ghost startled him as the great beast stood from where he must have been sleeping at his bedside. Both Dany and Robb turned toward him and he felt flush like he'd been caught eavesdropping.
Dany gasped his name as she stood up instantly and darted to his side. As he tried to prop himself up on his elbows, he almost couldn't believe it when she took his head in her hands. The ice forming around his heart melted when he saw tears in her eyes, her violet irises utterly disarming him.
Her thumbs were sending tingling sensations throughout his body as they ran back and forth across his jawline. As she kissed him deeply, he knew he'd been ridiculous for thinking he had cause to worry.
He heard her sniffle and now his heart ached for different reasons.
"The maester said you would be ok but I was so worried." She told him, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. "How are you feeling?"
He cleared his throat before he spoke, his voice sounding weak and ragged to his ears. "Hungry. Thirsty. But glad you are safe. You're not hurt?"
She cradled the back of his head, pulling him into her gently before releasing him again. "No, thanks to you."
Turning her attention to a nearby table, she poured him a glass of water. The cool liquid tasted like salvation and he felt his mood start to lift at once.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Robb spoke up now, coming to stand near the bed. "You arrived late last night and it's near midday now. Imagine my surprise when Ghost led me to you, unconscious and protected by a beautiful girl and her dragons."
Dany grinned looking between them. "Your brother has been telling me stories from your childhood."
Jon groaned. "Traitor."
"What?" Robb teased. "How could I refuse?"
Dany's soft hand covered his as she leaned close to him. "I should leave for now and give you two a chance to speak."
He simply nodded, though not ready to let her go.
"Send for me as soon as you are alone?" She asked in a whisper.
"Of course."
She kissed his lips urgently once more before making her way to the door as he watched her go. At her movement, Grey Wind got up as if to follow her and Jon felt instantly possessive like she was a toy he didn't want anyone else to play with.
Ghost seemed to be feeling the same as he muscled his brother aside, and followed Dany out.
Good boy, Ghost, Jon thought as Grey Wind sat on his haunches looking at the now-closed door.
"She's quite a girl, " Robb said.
"She is, " Jon replied with a smile before Robb wrapped him in a hug and clapped him on the back.
"My brother, the King in the North."
Robb chuckled as he grabbed a chair, and sat close to Jon. "I feared the worst when you weren't at the Wall."
Jon felt his throat tighten, unsure of what Dany told him already, unsure how he would tell him everything.
Robb's face turned serious. "Why didn't you come straight away when I needed you? When you heard about father?"
Jon felt his heart drop as he prepared his words.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted him as Robb bid the visitor enter. A lovely girl with dark hair and a kind smile joined them.
Jon watched as his brother shot up from his seat, standing tall and straightening his clothing.
"My Lady, " Robb addressed her. "This is my brother, Jon. Jon this is Talisa Maegyr of Volantis. She's a healer."
"My Lady, " Jon greeted her, wondering what Dany would make of another girl from Essos.
"My Lord, " she replied, making Jon feel hot under the collar for her misstep - or was it a misstep? It was all so confusing. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. While you're awake that is."
Jon narrowed his eyes in confusion until she added, "I've come to change your bandage if that's alright. I'm afraid Maester Vyman is still attending to Lord Hoster."
Throat suddenly dry, he tried to come to terms with the idea that this lady had been tending to him while he was unconscious. He certainly would have preferred an old man like Maester Lewin rather than a gorgeous, young woman.
Jon nodded his consent, and he felt an urge to squirm away as she lifted his covers aside, and he was incredibly grateful to find himself wearing a tunic and breeches.
He pressed his fingers into his palm to avoid showing any sign he was in pain as she undid his bandage and inspected his wound. The way she touched him while she moved and manipulated his leg without any sign of embarrassment, baffled him.
After she rebandaged him, she informed him, "It's starting to heal nicely, no sign of infection."
He nodded, feeling grateful when she pulled the covers back over him.
"Will you dine in the great hall tonight, My Lady?" Robb interjected as she was about to take her leave.
She smiled at him sweetly. "I suppose, Your Grace. I will need to eat."
Jon eyed his brother carefully, having rarely seen him flustered around a girl.
"Then I shall look forward to seeing you there."
"Your Grace, " she curtseyed before leaving the brothers alone once more.
Robb had a dazed look on his face until he seemed to remember he wasn't alone, taking notice of Jon and the smirk he wore.
Robb rolled his eyes as he took his seat again. "Oh, you're one to judge after that display with Dany."
Jon felt his cheeks grow warm.
Robb's eyes grew distant and he grinned. "She's a brave girl, Talisa. First time I met her was on the field fresh after a battle, sawing off a man's foot."
"Seven hells, " Jon remarked, his stomach twisting at the picture in his mind. "I heard you were betrothed to one of Lord Frey's daughters."
Robb sat up straighter. "I am," he stated firmly. "I simply find Lady Maegyr... intriguing."
Jon chuckled and Robbed waved him off.
"You've missed much brother. We've beaten Tywin back twice now, destroying his armies when we've met them. Jamie fucking Lannister is caged in a pen in my camp as we speak. Not so fine of accommodations as he's used to..."
They both laughed but Jon's thoughts quickly turned to his sisters.
"What of Arya.. and Sansa?"
Robb looked down, making Jon fear the worst. "We know Sansa's at the capitol... and, we've heard nothing of Arya."
Jon pushed away the feeling of dread that emerged. "She must have escaped. Wild as she is."
Robb nodded solemnly. "Alright go on, brother. Tell me what kept you, and how you fell in with the lovely Daenerys Targaryen."
Jon's heart started pumping faster.
He began by telling Robb the story of the man he met in Mole's Town, but it began to feel pointless.
He blurted out, "Robb, I'm not the person you think I am. I'm... not your brother... not really."
"What?" Robb laughed.
"I mean you'll always be my brother but I'm not... not by blood, anyway."
"You're not making sense, Jon."
He sucked in a breath before taking the plunge. "Ned Stark was not my father... and Lyanna Stark was my mother."
Robb just looked back at him dumbfounded.
"My father was Rhaegar Targaryen."
Robb stood up abruptly and then realization shone in his eyes. "He kidnapped her."
"No," Jon replied firmly. "They loved each other. Married in secret and ran away together."
Robb started to pace. "That can't be true. Everyone knows Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna. It's what started the rebellion."
Jon felt a bitterness taint his heart. "It was a lie."
He went on quickly, telling Robb of his journey to Pentos and all that happened there before their late-night escape.
Robb stood in silence, eyes far away as Jon spoke. He looked pale as he took his seat again. "Father lied to everyone."
"If he hadn't... King Robert would have killed me. And if he ever found out the truth, he probably would have killed us all."
Robb rubbed his temples with both hands. "Robert's Rebellion was based on lies."
Robb slumped back in his chair heavily. "This whole time you've been the rightful heir to the Iron Throne... living under a bastard's name. I guess naming you Jon Stark is out of the question."
"Robb, I don't..."
He leaned forward looking at Jon intently. "The North is going to maintain its independence, " he stated. "But I will fight with you... when the time comes."
"What? I have no armies or lands..."
"You have three dragons."
"Have you seen them? They're tiny."
Jon was thankful to see a smile on his brother's face again. "Aye. I think they were challenging me when we first met. Fearless little things."
"They're like their mother that way."
He didn't like the teasing smile on Robb's face. "You're quite taken with her."
"Aye." There was no use denying it.
"She's... your aunt."
"What of it?"Jon felt tension build in his shoulders.
"You could make a powerful alliance if you offered her in marriage."
Jon was surprised at how quickly his anger surfaced. "She's not mine to offer. And you should ask her what happened to the last men who tried to force her into a marriage."
Robb chuckled. "So you intend to marry her I take it?"
"I do."
"Good. That's the safest course, " he replied much to Jon's surprise. "I want to keep those dragons in the family, " he finished.
Robb went on, "I'd much rather see you on the throne then Stannis or Renly. We need to bring this to my closest advisors. My mother, Edmure, Brynden, and Theon."
Jon's blood ran cold. He felt like a small boy again, one who hid away in his room from Catelyn Tully Stark's sharp tongue. "Lady Stark isn't at Winterfell?"
"No, I need her here. She's a far better diplomat than me. Gods- what will she think? Father lied to her as well..."
Viserion was perched on the windowsill overlooking the Redfork which shimmered beautifully under the bright sun. He was looking at the little slab of meat in front of him with anticipation. Dany had her hungry child wait a moment longer until she gave him the command that had him searing his lunch before devouring it.
"Good boy, " she praised him patting his head.
Her eyes were heavy and her muscles still weak from their dramatic late-night arrival. She rubbed at a kink in her neck from the crooked way she had slept in the chair at Jon's bedside. It wasn't until this morning that Robb had convinced her to allow a handmaiden to help her bathe and dress, hating to leave Jon's side.
The little dragons had spent the night alone in what was her chamber now, assured by Robb that they would be well guarded. There were Northern guards posted outside her door even now and they gave her curious looks whenever she came and went.
A knock at the door diverted her attention and she scrambled to answer it, lest someone simply walk in and discover her children.
Cracking the door open, her face broke into a wide grin to see Jon's dark eyes staring down at her. She fisted his tunic and pulled his lips into hers, before leading him in, not sparing a care for the guards. He was awake, alive and well and there was nothing else in the world that mattered.
All three little dragons came to life snorting and chirping as they flew from various places in the room to land on Jon. Ghost simply looked up for a moment from where he lay before the fire and returned to sleeping.
Dany suddenly felt shy, smoothing out the fabric of her dress. "They were worried for you. Are you feeling better? I would have come to you."
He gave her a weak smile as he provided each dragon with the attention they craved before setting them back down. She noticed a limp he was trying to hide as he moved closer to her. He held her cheek with his palm and she leaned into his touch, kissing him there.
"I'm feeling much better now. Being here with you."
"How did it go with Robb? Did you tell him everything?"
"Aye, it went much the way I expected, " he said simply, tracing her lips with his thumb.
His touch had her feeling sensitive all over. She looked at him expectantly and when he didn't elaborate, she added, "go on..."
Jon chuckled and kissed her forehead. "He would be very glad to have a woman with three dragons as his good sister."
Her fingers roamed the scruff of his beard and then ran through the curls at the back of his neck, desperate to make up for lost time. "He... liked me then?"
Jon nodded. "Aye, he liked you."
Feeling embarrassed by how much she cared about what he thought of her, she pressed herself against him, tucking her head under his chin. Closing her eyes, she focused on the way his fingers caressed the back of her head.
"Robb is gathering his small council now and... when we're ready, we're going to join them. Tell them who we are."
His words planted a seed of fear in her that put weight on her chest. Jon's brother was one thing and the rest of the world was another.
Jon cleared his throat, adopting a more serious tone. "I should warn you... Lady Stark is going to be there as well. She can be... cold. Especially where I am concerned."
She hummed dismissively. "She can't be worse than Theon. He asked me if I was a whore when we first met."
"He what?" Jon's whole face turned red as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I haven't even spoken to him yet and I already want to murder him."
Dany laughed, and took hold of the collar of his shirt, bringing him close to her again. "I will be alright as long as I'm with you."
Her mouth sought his hungrily, a need growing from deep within. A soft moan from him erased all sense of shyness and she pushed him backward, ushering him toward the bed.
Lips locked, their hands blindly reached for straps and ties that we're holding together the clothing separating them.
She smiled against his greedy mouth just before he was about to back into the bed. Without warning, he broke their kiss as he hissed in pain.
"Fuck!" He grimaced, sitting on the bed and holding his leg.
Her stomach turned to see him in pain. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I forgot!"
"It's ok, " he groaned. "So did I."
She sat at his side rubbing his back until he began to relax again.
"Will you be alright?" she asked softly. "Telling everyone who you are?"
He looked down and avoided her gaze as he started to speak. "I've only ever been a bastard. I don't know how to be anything else."
It wasn't often Jon allowed himself to be vulnerable like this and she caressed his cheek, encouraging him to meet her eyes.
"You've always been more than a bastard."
He simply looked at her, his eyes soft. "Thank you, Dany."
The rows of windows that lit up the hallways would have been cheery had this not been the childhood home of Catelyn Tully Stark. Jon was confident he was not a welcome visitor at Riverrun, and it seemed like even the walls were glaring at him.
He felt Dany's eyes upon him and he looked down to give her a reassuring nod. It was just for show, of course, he was just as nervous as her, if not more so.
They'd no idea how this revelation would be received and they were headed into dangerous territory.
Stopping outside the dark oak door, he hesitated. Looking down at Dany now, he was surprised to see her head held high, a calm countenance on her face, like nothing could touch her. He would need to learn to do that.
Jon opened the door, following after Dany as she strode into the room confidently, holding High Septon Maynard's diary in front of her.
Robb was hunched over a great table covered with a large map, flanked by his uncles, Brynden and Edmure. Lady Catelyn stood close beside him, her hands folded in front of her.
Theon eyed Jon from where he stood at the edge of the table with his usual air of superiority.
Robb looked up. "Ah! Jon. You seem to be faring better."
"Good of you to finally join us, Snow, " Theon said with a sneer, that had Jon clenching his jaw. "We've been fighting a war while you've been... exploring."
"That's enough, Theon, " Robb told him flatly.
"Is it wise to have this young girl at your council meeting?" Lady Catelyn spoke. "You don't know her."
Her voice was calm, but as in his childhood, he could sense her disapproval simmering below, liable to burn him at any moment. She hadn't looked at him yet and that was fine by him.
"This young girl is the subject of this meeting," Robb replied. "As is Jon."
Lady Catelyn gave Jon her familiar cold stare, sending a shiver down his spine, but he held her gaze.
"Mother, uncles, Theon, allow me to introduce Daenerys Targaryen."
There were audible gasps and the smirk was wiped from Theon's face. Jon made the mistake of looking in Lady Stark's direction again and found her staring daggers at him now.
She spoke slowly, but the edge in her voice had grown sharper. "Daenerys Targaryen is in Pentos about to be married to the Dothraki horse lord."
Dany spoke calm and clear. "That engagement has been broken, Lady Stark, and I've come to... seek an alliance with the Starks."
Edmure coughed and Catelyn tilted her head to one side. "An alliance? What could my son have to gain from an alliance with you? You are the Mad King's daughter. The Starks and Tullys fought to overthrow him. You have no love here. No family, no allies, no lands. Your very presence is a liability."
Dany flinched, if only for a fleeting moment, and Jon stepped in front of her. He'd come to accept Lady Catelyn's hatred for him, but he would not allow her to harm Dany. "You have no right to speak to her that way, " he growled.
Lady Catelyn stepped around the table and glowered at him. "What say does a bastard have in how I speak?"
"You have a wicked tongue." Dany retorted, anger emanating from her.
"Enough!" Robb interrupted. "Jon isn't a bastard. He is the trueborn son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen."
Theon's mouth fell open.
"That's preposterous, " Catelyn said dismissively, though her eyes were wide and the color was draining from her face.
"It's true, My Lady, " Dany said opening the diary in her hands and placing it on the table. "High Septon Maynard recorded their marriage in his personal diary."
Catelyn, Edmure, and Brynden gathered around the journal, examining its contents while Theon stood back.
"The rebellion was based on a lie, " Robb stated. "Jon is the rightful heir to the Iron throne."
Catelyn looked lost as she sat in a nearby chair. Jon hated the pity he felt for her but he felt it all the same.
Several minutes passed in silence until Brynden spoke. "Maybe he is the rightful heir, but we don't have the men or resources to take King's Landing. We may just have enough to secure the North and the Riverlands."
"You're right, " Jon replied. "The Iron Throne is not a reasonable conquest, at least not now. We've come to help my brother and the North in any way we can. And we do not come empty-handed. We have three dragons."
Edmure blinked slowly. "Three dragons? How is it we haven't seen these beasts?"
"They're only hatchlings now but they're growing bigger by the day." Said Dany.
"I came here to help my brother avenge our father and establish independence for the North. When our dragons are grown, we will turn our sights toward the capitol, and not before. In exchange for your protection now, we will be your allies henceforth, dragons and all."
Lady Catelyn didn't say another word for the rest of the meeting, as they discussed how they would bring this to the Northern lords.
Robb requested that Jon and Dany meet him in his chambers after they had their evening meal, which they planned to eat privately.
After Robb dismissed everyone, Jon saw him take a seat by his mother, a comforting hand on her shoulder. He wished he could gloat at her pain but he found it as bitter as it was sweet.
Dany's slender fingers threaded through his, and they made their way toward her chambers.
Thinking of the council meeting made Jon want to hang his head in his hands. He'd told them he planned to take King's Landing and restore his family's claim to the throne and he had no idea how he would do it and no armies to do it with.
This was Dany's dream and he didn't have the strength to refuse her anything. He supposed there was time until the dragons would be grown. Maybe by then Dany would change her mind and would be satisfied with a quiet life with the family he hoped they would have.
He felt his body relax as they walked past the guards and through her chamber door, welcomed by a flurry of movement and sounds from the dragons.
He grunted as he found himself being thrown back against the chamber door, which shook on its hinges. Before he could speak, her mouth was over his, taking control as she pressed against him.
When she released his lips, he managed to pant, "Seven hells, Daenerys."
"Do you object, My King?" She asked flirtatiously as she slid to her knees before him.
She is going to be the death of me. He thought before he shook his head.
His head was rushing as her hands moved instantly to the ties at his trousers, where his cock was begging for her attention.
He was breathing in and out through his nose heavily as her little hands released him from confinement. His thoughts turned to the guards just outside the door he was pinned against and he suddenly felt ashamed.
"Not here, " he managed to whisper just as her plump lips began pressing kisses against his shaft.
She ignored his request and he forgot it altogether as her naughty little mouth enveloped him in a delicious sensation of warmth. The back of his head hit the hard door behind him as her tongue moved to sensitive places only she could touch.
A tingling feeling rose throughout his entire body and he couldn't bring himself to care that the guards could hear his moans as she closed her plump lips around him and began to suck.
He felt himself begin to tense up and everything else around him was gone. All that he knew was the feeling of his cock in her mouth before a string of curses and a satisfying sense of relief.
Eyes shut, he was panting as his body slipped into a relaxed state. He could feel her hands again, tucking him away and lacing him back up.
When he regained his senses, he moved toward her, hands finding her waist.
She laughed bashfully as she backed away while he followed after her. "The servants will be bringing our food at any moment."
"Now you care about decency? You brought this on yourself, Princess."
He pushed her back on the bed and threw her skirts up, covering her face while she giggled and squirmed. She wanted him to be quick, wanted him to get on with it, and so he took his time, teasing her endlessly until her inner thighs were slick and he could see a damp spot growing on the back of her dress.
Jon didn't mind the guards hearing her mewling and whining as her walls clenched tightly around his fingers.
He smiled triumphantly when she sat up again, perky breasts popping out of the top of her dress, cheeks flushed and hair a mess.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself." She pushed him away playfully.
"Such disrespect. I thought I was your king?"
She smiled and rolled her eyes before taking his head in her hands. "If you're my King, then I'm your Queen."
He pushed her backward again and crawled over her, surrounding her with his arms. "Is it not the duty of a queen to obey her king?"
As he spoke, his fingers began prodding her sides and he could see her clenching her jaw to keep herself from giggling.
"Not this Queen. Maybe it will be you obeying me." She managed to say twisting her body and pushing his hands away.
He chuckled, taking hold of her wrists and pinning them to the bed. "What are you going to do if I don't?"
She gave him a wicked smile that made his spine tingle. "I'll stop sucking your cock."
Opening his mouth to speak, he thought he might threaten her in kind but then thought better of it. Groaning, he released her. "You win."
A blazing fire warmed Robb's chambers pleasantly as they entered. There was a great table set in the middle, covered by a map and wooden sigils representing the various houses of Westeros.
Jon followed Dany's steps as they both looked around at the expansive map, taking in the weight of the Lannister army stacked against them.
Dreamfyre lept off Dany's shoulder suddenly, and landed right on the map table, screeching loudly at a grouping of wooden lions.
Robb laughed, handing Dany a chalice of wine. "That's a good dragon."
She pet the black and crimson dragon tenderly. "They are protective of those they consider friends."
The three stood quiet for a few moments as the little dragons darted around the room, exploring their new surroundings.
Robb spoke first. "Those dragons could win any war once they've grown."
Jon watched Dany, looking as carefree as he'd ever seen her. "Did I tell you how Dany took down the Mountain with them?"
Robb choked on his ale, "excuse me?"
Jon smiled watching her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. "I couldn't have done it without Jon."
"My men will be drinking toasts to you when they hear. Remind me not to get on your bad side, little Princess."
Dany scoffed playfully, taking a sip of wine. "Little princess? How about queen?"
Jon felt his heart thud in his chest while Robb laughed, as he held up his glass. "Long may she reign."
Jon poured himself some ale and tried to ask casually, "How is your mother?"
Robb took a long swig before he shook his head. "Not well. To find out the person you are supposed to be closest to, lied to you the whole time, about something so serious... I understand why he did it but it can't make it easier for her."
Jon nodded and drank deeper.
Robb turned his attention to the map, placing his cup in the Narrow Sea. "We'll win this war and then I can get her back to Winterfell where she can dote over Bran and Rickon."
Moving to stand beside his brother, Jon looked over the map with him.
"What's your plan?"
Robb moved a wolf to the village of Oxcross. "Stafford Lannister is training new recruits in the Westerlands. That will be our next target".
He continued, pointing to King's Landing, "I've sent terms of peace to Cersei Lannister, which I'm sure she will reject, and I'm sending my mother to meet with Renly." He placed a wolf in the Iron Islands. "Theon will also leave to bring my terms to his father."
Jon was sure he'd heard him wrong. "Theon? You really trust Theon to deal with his father?"
Shaking his head Robb replied, "Now you sound like my mother. You've always disliked Theon."
Jon felt his stomach lurch at the comparison but he persisted. "Aye, I have. When you're a bastard you get to see people the way they really are. Theon is out for himself first."
Robb blew out a heavy breath and slumped into a nearby chair. "Who should I send then?"
"Anyone else."
Rubbing his temple now, Robb stared at the space in front of him. "I could send Roose Bolton. That man scares me. He could probably hold his own with Balon Greyjoy."
Robb looked at him sincerely. "I'm glad you're here, Jon. I've needed you. I trust you and I know you'll tell me what I don't want to hear."
"That I will."
Robb gave him a curious look. "When is the last time someone looked at your leg?"
Not knowing what to make of his brother's question, he shrugged. "It's perfectly fine."
Robb went on as though he hadn't heard him, and made for the door. "I'll send for the healer."
Dany caught Jon's eye as she smirked at him from behind her chalice.
"I think he's had too much ale, " he whispered to her, and he couldn't help but grin at the way her face lit up while she laughed.
As Robb reentered the room, he looked at Dany pointedly. "Dany, would you send Theon to bring terms to his father?"
Dany narrowed her eyes. "Theon? The one who asked if I was a whore? I don't think he has the temperament of a diplomat."
Robb stifled a laugh and tried to adopt a serious tone once again. "My apologies, Princess."
Dany smiled and rolled her eyes. "It's ok, you can laugh. I think everyone between here and White Harbor thought Jon was passing off a girl from a pillow house as his bride."
Jon couldn't help but laugh along with his brother while Dany continued to blush prettily.
A knock at the door made Robb alert as he straightened himself before answering. The lovely Talisa entered shyly with a knowing smile on her face and stood before Robb.
"Your Grace, " she greeted him.
Robb looked at her as though in a daze.
"My Lady, please call me Robb."
Continuing to smile at him, she replied. "You sent for me, Robb."
Jon watched his brother simply stare at her for a moment until Jon cleared his throat, bringing his mind back into the room.
"My brother, " he started, gesturing toward Jon. "I thought you could check on his leg."
Talisa gave him a skeptical look before she approached Jon. He felt himself grow hot and tried to discreetly shake his head.
Dany saved him by offering Talisa wine.
Eagerly, Robb interjected. "Talisa, allow me to reintroduce Daenerys Targaryen."
Talisa's eyes grew wide. "Daenerys Targaryen! I thought your Lysene accent was suspect."
Dany smiled at her warmly. "I'll have to work harder on my cover next time."
Rhaegal suddenly flew across the room to ambush Dreamfyre resulting in a fit of screeches.
Talisa startled and stepped back, bumping into Robb. "It's alright, My Lady."
Dany tipped her head and Rhaegal flew to her at once, landing on her forearm.
Approaching Talisa slowly, she encouraged her to pet the little dragon. Hands trembling, she patted his head and released a breath when he chirped happily.
"What are they?" she asked.
"Dragons, " Dany told her with excitement.
Talisa's eyes grew wide. "Dragons. How?"
Jon felt his blood boil at the look Dany gave him before she replied, "It's a long story."
Talisa and Dany sat together near the fire, talking of Essos and the strangeness of Westeros, while Robb sat with Jon trying to work out their family ties.
Robb's brows were furrowed as he gestured with his hands. "So, Dany's father, the Mad King, was your grandfather. And he killed my grandfather who is also your grandfather."
Talisa and Dany were now staring at Robb.
"Families are strange in Westeros, " the healer remarked.
Dany laughed so hard she snorted, making everyone else laugh along with her.
"Alright, I'm inviting Theon. Can't let him miss out on all the fun, " Robb announced walking to the door.
Dany wrinkled her nose at Jon, making him chuckle. He couldn't remember ever having so much fun. It almost made him feel guilty like there were other things he should be doing.
When Theon entered the room, he looked around cautiously, clearly uncomfortable by the day's revelations. Jon didn't really know how to act around him either.
They all had settled around the table, having rolled up the maps and set aside the wooden sigils. He sat between Dany and Talisa, and Theon sat to Dany's right. Robb had made sure to take the other open space next to his Essosi healer.
Cups continued to be filled and emptied, laughter filled the room until Theon's presence felt as natural as it had been with the four of them.
Talisa spoke up from behind her glass of wine. "Why don't we play a game?"
"A game, aye, " Robb replied enthusiastically. "What sort of game would you like to play, My Lady?"
"Get parchment and ink, " she commanded, and the King in the North obeyed.
Talisa explained that they would each write names of famous persons, living or dead, give it to the person on their left and then stick it to their foreheads. They would take turns asking questions to determine what the parchment on their forehead read.
Jon watched a devious smile spread across Dany's lips as she set her quill to the parchment.
"Don't peek!" She scolded him, covering it with her arm.
Dany handed him his parchment face down, her expression now unreadable. He narrowed his eyes at her as he licked the parchment and stuck it to his forehead.
He felt a bit ridiculous but looking across the table at Robb and Talisa smiling at each other like lovesick fools made him feel less so.
He snorted seeing Maester Vymann written on Robb's forehead in Talisa's handwriting, and Jenny of Oldstones written on hers in his own hand.
When Robb and Talisa turned to look at him and Dany, they burst into laughter. It was then he saw The Mad King written on her forehead. He glared at Theon before removing the parchment from Dany's face, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at him.
Theon swiped the ball away before it could hit him in the face and sat snickering with Walder Frey scrawled on his parchment.
Dany furrowed her brows. "What did it say?"
"Never mind, " he assured her. "Don't pay attention to this dolt."
Robb shook his head at Theon, while he wrote out a new name for her. "You have no tact, Greyjoy."
Robb winked at Dany as he handed her her new name and Jon felt warmth bloom in his chest when she smiled up at him with the name Naerys Targaryen marking her.
As they went around taking turns asking questions, Jon watched Dany at his side, smiling and giggling, as gorgeous as he'd ever seen her.
"Am I handsome?" Robb asked during his turn. The girls snickered while Theon and Jon shook their heads.
"Possibly fifty years ago!" Dany blurted out.
"Now he knows he's old," Theon scolded her.
"Come on, Dany. I don't want him to win!" Talisa laughed.
"Hey!" Robb feigned offense.
When it was Dany's turn, she pressed a finger to her lips as she contemplated her next question. She had already determined she was a woman and a Targaryen.
Looking between Robb and Theon she asked, "Am I someone Jon would fancy?"
Robb and Theon both nodded while Jon rolled his eyes.
She gave him a demure smile before answering, "I'm Naerys Targaryen."
He hoped he wasn't blushing again.
Jon was the only one who hadn't guessed his yet. He knew he was a man, a Targaryen and he had a long list of names of men he wasn't. He continued to take swigs of ale every time he guessed wrong.
"Am I Jaehaerys I?"
Robb groaned his head in his hands.
"You already guessed that!" Theon complained.
"Fine! I give up." He said to the groans of his friends as he took the piece of paper off his forehead. Quickly their groans turned to frenzied laughter as he read the parchment.
His mouth fell open as he gaped at Dany. She tried to hide her bubbling laughter behind a hand curled at her lips. Her boldness had taken him by surprise again and he found it made his blood rush.
"You can't be serious. The Mad King?"
He enjoyed the way she seemed to squirm in her seat as he glowered at her with exaggerated irritation.
"You're as bad as Theon, " he told her.
Dany gasped playfully. "How dare you!"
Theon managed to look offended.
He stood abruptly to tower over her and all at once the effects of the ale rushed to his head and he found himself stumbling backward and down to the floor. Momentarily relieved to have managed not to fall on his injured leg, he grew hot as more laughter erupted around him.
Looking up he saw Dany's face illuminated by the candlelight, lit up in her mirth. Without giving it much thought, his hands were on her waist, pulling her down on top of him.
She yelped in surprise and then she was overtaking all of his senses as he brushed aside her sweet-smelling hair.
"Alright!" He heard Robb announce. "We'd all best find our beds, while Jon still has use of his legs."
Dany found her head was spinning as she walked into her chambers, and not only because of the wine. Her cheeks hurt from all of the smiling she had done that evening and a cheerful feeling was pulling them upward even now.
She turned to see Jon watching her hawkishly as he secured the door behind them. Her pulse quickened as he closed the distance between them and kissed her hungrily. She felt her body flush under his intense attention.
"This has been quite a day, " she told him, breaking his kiss for air.
"Aye, " was all he said as he lifted her off of her feet and into his arms.
His dark eyes drew her in eagerly as her hands gripped his biceps, his muscles taut under her touch. She had placed her complete trust in this man and her body began to hum in anticipation.
He sat on the bed, cradling her in his arms as his lips found hers again, mesmerizing her with his tongue. The room began to look hazy as she felt her need growing stronger.
She felt too hot suddenly and tore her lips away to beg him, "Get me out of this dress."
Standing her back up, he obeyed, fingers working quick and rough on the ties at her back. They dressed each other down to nothing until her skin prickled with goosebumps from the cold air.
She looked at his injured calf, still bandaged. "Lay back," she commanded him, her fingers gliding over his chest as she pushed him back lightly. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt again."
She crawled over him, watching his face while she softly stroked his flushed cock, delighting in the way he shuddered. "I guess I'll be taking care of you tonight."
He whimpered when she positioned him at her entrance, her thighs slick already. She slid herself down onto his length slowly, enjoying the tantalizing sensation as he filled her and stretched her apart.
Placing her hands on his quivering abdomen, she began to slowly roll her hips over his. He gripped her thighs and began to fight her with quicker thrusts but she pushed his hands away, keeping her slow torturous pace.
"I hope you realize I have no intention of being a quiet little queen who does what she's told, " she said breathlessly.
"I never expected that you would be, " he replied with a glare before he squeezed his eyes shut with a deep groan.
"You're trembling," she told him coquettishly.
The truth was she was trembling too as sweat broke out on her body, but she could withstand it if only to drive him wild.
Jon ended his torment with a grunt and she found herself pinned beneath him. She stared up at his smug grin while she panted, an excited smile spreading across her face.
"I hope you realize I don't intend to be a King who lies down and takes it."
Without warning, his head was between her legs, his tongue working at her with precision, making her weak all over.
One by one, three fingers found her center, while the flat of his tongue lapped at her nub, and she was writhing beneath him, tugging at his dark curls.
He stopped abruptly, self-satisfied look still on his face as he crawled over her. "Who's trembling now?"
Before she could answer, she gasped as he was plundering her center, her hands finding purchase at his back and her legs wrapping around him. Her heels at his back were encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper and he complied.
It would be so easy to let him take her, have his way with her and give in to the pleasure, but it wasn't time yet.
Copying his earlier movements, she flipped him back under her, laughing at his wide-eyed stare. "You're still underestimating me."
Wasting no time, desperate for release, she rode him harder. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back when his wetted thumb found her pearl. Her release was near, the familiar and delicious build-up starting when she yelped in surprise as she found herself on her back once more.
She didn't stay there this time, as she was quickly turned onto her stomach, his strong hands covering hers and holding them at her sides.
"Looks like we have that in common, " he told her huskily.
She was panting, her arousal reaching high heights as she felt the reverberations of his quiet laughter against her back.
"You're in trouble now, Dany."
All she could do was whimper as his hot breath teased her skin while he nibbled her ear. When she felt him nudging her thighs apart and begging entrance at her core again, she stammered, "Oh Gods."
Body utterly sated, she smiled dreamily, clutching the strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
"How's your leg?" she whispered in the dark.
"Hurts like hell."
She shook her head but turned to kiss his lips. "Northern fool."
