CHAPTER 1: The Death of the King

Daenerys POV

"I was speaking with Wynafryd, the daughter of Lord Manderly, at the feast, yesterday" she started. "And her father had begun to look for a husband for her."

"Your point?" Was Daario's response.

She frowned. "My point is when my father hears of this, he is going to start doing the same for me."

"And?"

She pushed him and Daario laughed "You have got to hurry and talk to my father."

He snorted "Your father would have my head. He heats me and considering that he is the Hand of the King, and his most trusted friend, he could kill me without hesitation."

"Then what are you going to do Daenerys asked?"

Daenerys saw that he was thinking, then he responded "I think I should speak to your brothers, Viserys and Rhaegar. They'll make him change his mind. After all, we are friends" than giving a smile he added, "more or less."

She nodded with a smile. "Excellent idea! My brothers would accept...then they will talk with my Mother...and then she'll talk to my father." She then looked at him "Right?"

Daario nodded and looked a little dazed.

"Daario."

He turned his head "What?"

She sighed and shocks her head "Do you even want to marry me?" She asked as she stopped walking.

He turned at her "Of course I do, Daenerys."

"Then why don't you seem the least bit concerned with the fact..."

He placed his hand over her mouth and smiled "I am, trust me. I'm just trying to... lighten up the mood."

She looked at him for a moment and then sighed as she took his hand away from her mouth. "Fine…"

Daario was the love of her life. They had known each other since they were children but admitted to liking each other two years ago.

He was tall, with dark brown hair and beard, and with dark brown eyes almost black. His family was a sellsword at the beginning, then, when his grandfather was hired by the then king to fight the wildlings, he was offered lands and a castle near the Targaryen lands. He was a skilled warrior but always with the bad company, first of all, Ramsey snow, a psychopath.

And he wasn't serious. They argued about that often, about the fact that he never took anything seriously.

"Lady Daenerys!" She heard Missandei call for her.

She turned her head and saw Missandei rushing towards her "What's the matter?"

When she approached her, Missandei dropped the formalities "Dany, your father is returning, from the palace."

Dany tuned to Daario "Then I will be leaving" she said to him.

He smiled and kissed her cheek "I'll see you later."

She smiled too and then left with Missandei.

"Apparently something horrible had happened to the King!" Missandei said.

Dany looked at her "Do you know what?"

"No Dany, but what I do know is that may be the last time you see your father for quite some time."

She frowned.

"Oh...I'm quite scared... what could have happened to the great King?"

She took Missandei's hand in her and looked at the small girl. She was two years younger than Daenerys, but of the same high.

Her black curly hair was always tied back in a bun, with olive skin. She at the beginning was a slave and her father, when he was in the free cities for business, he bought her and then liberate her, now she was her handmaid. She always wore simple clothing. No, matter how often she asked her to take one of her outfits, she would say no and that she prefers her simple clothes. "Don't worry..." she said to Missandei. "If something bad happened... the old gods will save us" not that she believed in any gods.

Missandei looked at her and smiled "You're right."

Her relationship with the servants of her house was different from the relationship that others had with their servants. She treated her servants as friends and allowed them to call her by her name. It was one of the reasons for why so many people loved her... they found her to be one of the most kind hearted young ladies in the Northern Kingdom.

Of course, she wasn't kind to her servants just to get a name like that. She truly loves them, they were like her family, she has grown up with almost every single one of them.

"Daenerys!" She heard her mother, Rhaella call as she stepped into the keep.

"Come child." Her mother said. She was really a beautiful woman, with valyrian feature. And she loved her father with all her heart. She hopes that she and Daario will have the same life.

Her mother looked at Missandei with her beautiful violet eyes and a warm smile "Thank you, darling, for finding her."

"My lady," Missandei bowed.

Her mother took her hand and guided her to the dressing room.

"What's wrong?" Dany asked.

She sat her down on a stool and made her face the mirror "We're going to Winterfell."

"We are?"

Her mother nodded.

Daenerys looked at her. She had a sad expression fixed onto her young face.

Her mother looked a lot like her. Both not much tall, and thin. The only difference was the eyes. Her mother has violet and she has blue.

Her mother brushed through her hair silently.

"Mother..."

"You're going to take a bath and then Missandei will assist you with the preparation. I've left your dress out for you, so put that on and then call me when you have finished" her mother said "Oh yes... Jane!" her mother called.

One of the oldest servants come rushing into the room "Yes my lady."

"Please dry Daenerys hair when she gets out of her bath, and be quick. We need to leave soon for the capital."

Ros bowed "Yes my lady."

Her mother then took her arm and guided her into the bath. She quickly stripped her naked and pushed her into the water, ignoring her cries of how cold the water was. She usually bathed in a water almost boiled. She thought that was because of their dragon blood. Her family descends from the dragons, as the Stark, descend from the wolf. Her family after losing everything have fed to the north and asked refuge. Now, after one hundred years, they have become one of the most prestigious family in the North, thank also to the friendship between the king and her father and especially now with the prince, to whom her father was a mentor.

"Now hurry child, don't take to long"

She shivered for a long time, but eventually, the shivering stopped. Soon after, Missandei entered the room "Daenerys you are taking too long, have you applied soap?"

She shook her head "No."

"Then hurry, my friend!" Missandei said, sitting on a stool.

She picked up the soap that her mother had left and began to clean herself, washing all the makeup and scents that were already on her. She usually makes that to be more beautiful and more exotic, as Daario usually like. But they never did that. Even, when he insisted. She wasn't ready to lie with him.

When she had finished, Missandei passed her a linen towel which herself with and then wrapped it around her body.

"Sit now," Missandei said.

Daenerys smiled at her, always finding it funny when she commanded her, but did as she said.

Do you know what I always wonder? Missandei asked as she prepared the makeup.

"What is that?" Daenerys asked as she began to dry her hair with the extra linen towel.

Missandei turned and walked towards her, pulling the extra towel out of her hand and dropping it on the floor. She then began to put the makeup. "Why do you even bother with makeup? You are so beautiful, Daenerys.

She smirked, "I don't think I am since I have such a need for makeup."

"Oh, shush. You are, as everyone says, the most beautiful young lady in all the North."

"With makeup."

Missandei rolled her eyes "Without makeup as well. I would know."

"Missandei, you know.. You are very beautiful. More than me, I believe."

Her check tuned pink "I am not."

"Yes, you are. All you wear is simply eyeliner and you still look marvelous, exotic."

"Well, if that was true then how come no boy ever turns when I walk by?"

"Maybe because you are so worried about what you have to do for mother that you never notice then gasp as you walk by."

"Lies."

Daenerys laughed "No, Missandei, I'm telling the truth."

She paused, then begin to rub her hair and then paused again "Are you really telling the truth?"

Daenerys smiled warmly and touched her cheek "I am, my dear friend."

Missandei cheeks turned a deeper pink, but then they both jumped when they heard her mother "Missandei! Have you finished?"

Almost, my lady" Missandei yelled back.

They both began to giggle and Daenerys got up. Then she saw her mother enter. What a beautiful girl I have. And Missandei always does do an excellent job with the makeup.

Daenerys nodded "She does."

"So are Rhaegar and Viserys ready?"

"Yes. And they are waiting for you. You always take the longest."

Daenerys frowned "Mother you aren't ready either."

But I don't take as long as you." She smiled. "And don't frown. It doesn't suit you."

This only made her frown deepen, and her mother laughed.

Then her mother made her way quickly to the bath to get herself ready, and when Daenerys got up her father walked into the room. Aerys Targaryen was a proud man, but he loved his children and especially her. She knew that whatever she asks him he'll accept. He also has Valyrian appearance, long hair with a small beard. He wasn't muscular, and he wasn't a warrior, but a great politician, and that's why he becomes the Hand of the King.

"My beautiful daughter" he smiled as he walked over to her a gave her a tight hug.

"Father" she hugged him back "Mother is getting ready, she should be ready soon."

His father nodded. He rubbed his head with a sigh, and as he sat down, Daenerys noticed the distress on his face.

"What's the matter, father?" Daenerys asked as she walked towards him.

Hi shook his head "The king..."

She waited for a response, watching her father's dark violet eyes water ever so slightly. This shocked her. Her father was never this way. Even if he wasn't muscular he was still tall and when his eyes were enough to scare them when he is angry. So seeing him tear up was not a familiar sight for her.

"Father?"

"The king, my dearest friend, has passed."

Daenerys eyes widened as she placed her hand over her mouth. Though she had expected something bad, she had never expected his death. But now she was able to understand her father's sadness. He and the king were very close, and her father was his most trusted advisor and hand.

"W-What now, father?"

He took a deep breath "The news is being passed around the North. The funeral is tomorrow night and the crowning of his son is the morning after that day. So every northern Lord will come. Tonight we will go to the Capital. I need to be there as Hand of the king, and you, your mother and your brothers will come with me."

Daenerys nodded "Is the Prince ready, though?" she asked " This death... it was so sudden...and Prince is only eighteen."

"Prince Jon is mourning his father's death... but I believe he is more than ready for this. His father raised him well" her father said. "He may be young, but he is a thousand time more mature than any other boy his age. He is the most honorable...and the most cunning."

Daenerys nodded, believing that. Though, she hadn't seen the Prince herself in years. She heard from many that he was a kind and admirable young man.

Her father then stood up "I should also go to speak with Lord Manderly."

"You should father. Lord Manderly loved the king and was one of the most loyal. And he is one of the most riches and powerful man, after you and the royal family. You should try to bring a marriage proposal to him between Wynafryd and Rhaegar."

"Yes, I suppose. You have a taste for politics daughter" he said as he started to walk off "Where, dear, are your brother?"

"I don't know," she said as she followed him out "Mother had said that they were getting ready."

Her father nodded "Tell your mother to hurry " he said as he left.

"The king has passed!" Missandei cried "He was such a good king with everyone. Nobles and peasants and servants."

She still remembers when a little girl from Essos meets the great King. She was embarrassed when the king smiled at her. And when he heard her story, he becomes serious. In the North, slavery was punished with the death sentence, not as in the other Kingdoms where it was a reward. He had said that if he had had more powerful he would have liberated all the world. But it was impossible only for them.

She rubbed Missandei back, holding in her own tears because the king was good also to her. "It's alright, Missandei... he left his trusted son for us... remember, this is what the Old gods wanted. And now he is reunited with his ancestors."

Missandei nodded her head "Y-you're right..."

When they had arrived at the capital, they can sens the dark mood, and they saw that half of the lords had arrived

The next day, they were at the funeral. It was long and horribly sad. All North were reunited around Winterfell, covering miles and miles. Good things that winter didn't yet arrive. That day she realizes how big the North was ad how many people there were.

This was the first funeral of a King that she had witnessed. And she hoped it to be the last. She prayed to the Old Gods, even if she usually didn't, when the funeral was over, that the new King would live a long, prosperous and happy life, and she knew that all the North was prying the same thing.

The next morning Missandei had come to her room to help her dress up. Her dress was beautiful, blue with a corset of pearls around her, and it exposed almost her chest. She decides to have her hair untied.

Her father told her mother that she needs to look extremely stunning today. She had no idea why until she found that she would be holding the crown of the Kings of Winter.

It was a great honor, and she was thrilled, but at the same time, she was scared out of her wits. One mistake and she could ruin everything.

But what could be wrong? She accidentally brought a dagger with her... oops?

When the ceremony had started, her father began to say a ceremonial prayer to the Old Gods, and then she also said some words for the King's life, some water was splashed on the king and on her. It was water from the heart of Winterfell, usually used when the king and Queen were crowned, so she didn't know why was also her splashed.

All these thoughts seemed simple, but she forgot about all the eyes in the room. She pushed the thought, since when she was afraid of being watched? The sons of the lords would admire her, the ladies would be jealous and spiteful.

But when she saw the Prince turn his head and look toward her, she felt like she was going to pass out.

She walked with the Prince to the throne, toward her father. But she couldn't take her eyes from the Prince.

He had grown to be so gorgeous in the years that she hadn't seen him. He was tall and looked brave. His brown eyes almost black had a look that made her heart race. His hairs were black and curly, and his face without a beard. His body muscular, that of a warrior, but not of someone scary, like his father has been, but something noble as the heroes of the novels. His body was covered with a Northern amour with the sigil of House Stark.

But what she didn't notice before was the white wolf near him with red eyes. And that scared her.

Turning to his people Jon stark knelled and her father began "In the presence of the Old Gods, I Aerys of House Targaryen, Hand of the King, name you Jon, of House Stark King of Winter, and King in the North." and he put the crown on King Jon's head.

"Long may he reign" her father shouted.

"Long may he reign," she said.

"Long may he reign" all cheered.

And everyone kneels, including her.

He then got up from the throne, and approached her she felt a warm rise from her core and her breathing quicken. When he was near her.

"You may rise," he said. His voice was soft and in some way teasing, but at the same time he sounded strong...definitely like a king.

She got up and looked at him. He smiled, a warm smile and said "Thank you."

And she knew in that very moment that if she wasn't already madly in love with a man, she would have fallen head over heels with the Prince.