Chapter 54: Home
The South...
Riverlands…
Brynden Tully POV
As soon as he received the raven from the North, Brynden summoned all the lords of the Riverlands to Riverrun to inform them of the ransom terms, exaggerated in his opinion, that Stark was demanding.
"We must pay it, Lord Regent," Lady Bracken said, stepping forward, whose husband, a Great Lord of this land, was held prisoner by the Northmen.
"I understand where you stand, Lady Bracken, but if we agree to pay the ransom, we will meet our doom with the lion at our doorstep."
"This is about our sons and fathers, Lord Regent," said Ronald Vance, heir to Atranta, and one of the lords from the western borders.
"Aye. And they have followed a madman in invading the largest kingdom in Westeros, with the winter approaching," Brynden replied with annoyance. "Now we are weak, defenseless, and with only half our full strength."
The lords fell silent, looking at each other for a moment, before one of them stepped forward, which was Blackwood, the Hand of the King, saying, "What do we do then, Lord Regent?"
"We refuse the ransom and prepare for war with neighboring enemies."
"And the Twins?" asked another one. A Frey as he could see. One last Frey it seems.
"We will take it back once the war with the west is won," she replied as the lords started to mumble among themselves. Some were unhappy because of the decision he made, as he could see, but others weren't and it was enough for him, however, his fears grow when he saw his niece Lysa step forward, saying, "Who is going to become King now that Edmure is prisoner and possibly dead."
"Ser Brynden," the hand replied.
"But my uncle isn't in line," she said, turning to everyone who was there, as Brynden cursed in his mind for her stupidity, who started to speak again. "My brother, King Edmure, before leaving for the north, named my son, his heir and future ruler of this land should something happen to him."
"Proof it," the Hand said, and his niece pulled out from the sleeves a scroll. Waving it at the ones who were there, she said, "My Lords and Ladies. Here is my brother's will, drafted by him personally."
"The Small Councill wasn't aware of it," he said, as his niece turned to him, with the expression of a madwoman.
"Are you saying that the king's will is a lie."
"No. I'm saying that you are lying."
"How dare you uncle!"
"Guards. Escort her away," he said, and saw them come to take her away, between screams and kicks and punch. Once she was no longer her, turning his attention back to the ones who were there, saying, "My Lords and Ladies. I know that what I have just asked of you has been very difficult, but it is for the future of our sons and daughters." The lords nodded, though not happily, and Brynden added, "Tomorrow we will have a chance to discuss the plan for the defense of the kingdom, but I also want to hold a melee to choose the new members of the Kingsguard."
The lords nodded again, leaving, the hall, as he walked towards the large opening overlooking the lake, seeing the sunset coming. A beautiful sight to behold that may soon come to an end if King Tywin Lannister takes the kingdom.
The North…
Winterfell...
Different POVs
After almost two weeks of riding, they finally were approaching Winterfell, and her heart was hammering in her chest. Only a few more miles were separating her from the most precious treasure of her life. Her little pup. She wondered if her mother brought Ray to her brother, and the twins finally reunited, since, as much as she remembered, her little baby boy was quite restless during nights and days when his twin wasn't next to him.
"What is it, Dany?" her husband asked, pulling her out of her thoughts, and she, sighing, said, glancing down at her hands on the reins, "I was just thinking about our children. Little Aeinon who was always restless when he was separated from his sister, and so wondered if my mother brought her Winterfell now that war had finished."
"Yes. Dany," he said, and she looked up at him. "I want to ask Shiera to try and break the curse."
"What? Why? You know we need the dragon to grow fast and-"
"At what price, Dany?" he asked, and she could clearly see him try to keep the anger at bay.
"They won't hate that fate, Jon Stark. Trust me," she said, moving her horse closer, and taking his hand, but not expecting the reply that came next.
"It's not about that, but about the fact that they are useless to the Lord, Dany," he said, and at hearing that, rage ignited inside her. She couldn't believe her ears about what he was saying. How he was treating their children as if they were bargaining chip for the future of the kingdom. But before she could reply, she heard a shout from one of the soldiers at the head of the column and saw Jon ride away.
Cursing under her breath, Daenerys urged the horse forward after Jon with her heels, and in the meantime the army stopped too. When she reached her husband's position, she couldn't believe her eyes at what she was seeing.
"Jon. What-"
"I don't know, Daenerys," was the only thing he said, clearly shocked at what he was seeing too, but it was Shiera the one to give the answers, who, stopping right next to her with her brother Rhaegar, said, "It's a dragon that did this. A dragon that lost his light and fire. He is lonely, frightened, hungry, and lost. A dragon corrupted by the Red God, but over whom he has no power yet because he is bound to his rider."
"Who is his rider, Shiera?" Daenerys asked, but the woman did not answer his question, instead, urged her horse forward, saying, "The danger is gone. The dragon has retreated."
Daenerys glanced at Jon first and then at her brother, who shakes his head, and followed the sorceress right behind. Jon waved to the army to move, as they resumed the ride towards Winterfell.
Moments later…
It was strange not to be greeted by the roar of the crowd, cheering for their victory, but as they passed through the southern gates, and reached the courtyard where the Great Keep was, they were greeted by the royal family, and those closest to them.
"It is good to be home," said Viserys, when they stopped, but Daenerys immediately dismounted from her horse and ran to her mother who was standing next to her father and the Dowager Queen Ashara. If she was here it meant that her daughter Raya was here too, and she couldn't wait to hug her.
"I missed you mother," Daenerys said, hugging her tightly, and trying to restrain her tears from coming out.
"I missed you too, daughter," her mother replied, choking a sob, and stroking her back before Daenerys pulled away. Cleaning the few drops of tears that come down her cheek, Daenerys said, "How is my daughter? I want to see her."
And without even greeting the others who were standing there, she runs straight to the Great Keep, up the stairs and through the hallways, till she reached her room. She had a feeling that her children were there and seeing Dacey standing at the entrance, her feelings got confirmed.
"Your grace," she bowed, but Daenerys ignoring the woman, pushed open the door, rushing to the cradle.
She saw them lying there, sleeping peacefully. Her son and her daughter, wrapped in Stark blankets, she admired them for a moment, thinking how perfect they were. When her daughter opened violet shining eyes and smiled, Daenerys heart melted, as tears started to stream down her cheek, at the joyfulness she was feeling at seeing her little daughter.
Picking her up, Daenerys immediately hugged the little body to her chest, sobbing silently, "I missed you so much, my little flower." And cradling Raya in the meantime. Months have been they apart, but now no more.
"Dany?" she heard Jon call her, but before she could turn, he already placed his hand on her shoulder. She didn't even hear him come in because of how focus she was on her daughter.
However, turning to him, sniffing, and swallowing, Daenerys said, smiling, "This is your daughter, Jon. This is Raya Stark."
He was frozen on his place, looking at their daughter with amazement and love in his eyes, as Daenerys was looking back at him and smile. Raising his trembling hands, Jon extended them, and she gives him their daughter, who released a pleasant verse as he was holding her to his chest.
Jon has such a huge smile on his face right now, that she never saw before and that was filling her heart with even warmest and love for him. Kissing her little heads, her little hands, Jon said, "She is so beautiful. Such a beautiful little thing. My beautiful little Winter Rose." And starting to spin her around, while kissing the little child now and then.
Raya was releasing baby giggles, as her father was doing this, and she took chance of her free arms to pick up her son. He little wolf. Aeinon was a much quieter child than Ray, as she didn't see him smile much, but maybe when his father will hold and spin him around the room, then maybe he will no longer be so brooding and serious.
A few hours later…
Now that he was back, he had all the intentions to prepare the North for whatever danger it comes against them. The Small Council was almost completed at for this meeting. The old one and the new added. Only Daenerys was missing, but she informed him that she would prefer to spend time with their children than assist another meeting of the council after the too many held during his absence.
"How does it feel sitting on the king's chair again after so many months?" his mother asked, breaking his thoughts, and he looked at her.
"Strange, I would say. But also, good," he replied and seeing Lord Aerys get up, so he focused all his attention on him. His mentor wanted to leave for the wall, as per Daenerys decree, but Jon didn't let him go. He can't lose such a good advisor.
Clearing his throat, the old Targaryen Lord started, "As you may have seen, your grace, Wintertown, and Winterfell got hit by a storm. A storm caused by a dragon. We need to hunt this beast down, my king, otherwise we can't continue the building of the northern defenses and get ready for the coming of the Others."
Stroking his beard, Jon glanced at his mother for a moment to get her opinion, trying to give her that knowing look which means danger, receiving a sad nod from her, and so turning to the others, he said, "I will gather men and we will hunt it down tomorrow."
Lord Aerys nodded, and Jon heard Lord Wylis Manderley, new Maester of Ship and Lord Admiral of the Kingdom say, "With your permission, my King, a raven came from my father, the Lord of White Harbour, informing me regarding an Iron fleet sailing along the easter Coast of Westeros."
"Also, along the western Coast," Said Glover, before he could ask more from Manderly, and so he glanced between the two, confusedly.
"Where they were heading, Lord Robett?"
"North, my King. They passed the Bay of Ice. But the ship. It was," Glover stopped looking down, avoiding him.
"What of the ship?"
"It had black sails and a dark red hull. While on the prow, according to the sources, there was a mouthless maiden of black iron with long legs, slender waist, high breasts, and mother-of-pearl eyes."
"Euron," mumbled Jon the name, feeling rage arises. If he sailed up north, he was doing it only for one reason, but wanting to get a confirmation from the Shiera, he asked the sorceress, "Does he want to do what I think?"
"Yes. And he is not a man to be underestimated."
"Lord Glover. Warn your brother and bear Island about possible attacks from the Ironborns. We don't want to lose the Ironwood," Jon said, and Glover nodded. Then turning to Lord Aerys, he added, "I saw Dornish soldiers in the courtyard. What are they doing here?" fearing that Quentyn Martell had sent them in disguise to kidnap Daenerys again.
"Ellaria Sand, envoy of Princess Arianne of House Martell has come to Winterfell with terms for an alliance."
"Alliance?"
"Yes. The Dothraki invaded their country with the help of King Tywin Lannister and they are asking your help to defeat them since the Dothraki already fear you."
"The Khal wants Daenerys to bear the stallion who mounts the world," Shiera suddenly said.
"Why the hell everyone wants my wife?!"
"Because she is the Princess who was Promised. Her bloodline means power, and she is the last true Valyrian Princess," the sorceress replied, before adding, grinning, "for now at least."
"So, my King?"
"We can't help them with the Dothraki, Lord Aerys. We have our wars to fight," he replied, not wanting to even listen to their terms, and Lord Aerys nodded. Remembering that there was still the matter of the Wolfsguard members, clearing his throat, he said, "My lords. As you may already know, we have lost members of the Wolfsguard, and more may die after the hunt of the dragon. It's my intention to hold a mêlée here at Winterfell for that. It will be open for everyone who is good with a weapon. The champion and the next three best will join the ranks of the Wolfsguard."
"Then I will send ravens to all the castles in the north at once, my king," Maester Luwin replied.
Jon nodded, before turning to the others, "If there is nothing else, you may go."
"There is still the matter about the Red Priestess?"
"Will think about it in due time," he replied, and Lord Aerys nodded, as they all got up and left, the room, leaving only him with his mother. Sighing, Jon passed his hand over his face, and heard his mother ask, "What trouble you son?"
"Everything. The wars to come, the growing numbers of enemies, the curse on my children, Arthur leaving," the last said with even more bitterness. He glanced at his mother, to se her reaction at the mention of his uncle, but saw her look down, and with a barely whisper, she mumbled, "I did what I have to do."
"It's not his fault that the Night Queen killed me, mother," Jon said, taking her hand, and with the other, lifted her chin up. "You need to forgive him, mother."
They were standing on guard in front of the King's chamber where his mother, his sister, and her children were in. Next to him was Dacey too, but she was in silence, leaning against the wall, with her morning star in hand.
Wetting his lips, and approaching her, Viserys placed one hand on her hips, and with the other, raising her chin, "Why are you behaving like this? Cold, indifferent, not even a welcoming kiss."
"Welcome kiss?" she chuckled, pushing him away, and pointing her morning star, she asked, "Did you take me for a southron Lady?"
"No. I took you for a passionate woman, that can make my dragon blood boil with the fire inside her," he said, smirking, and pinning her to the wall, hands up, and arched body, with her Morningstar falling to the ground. He teased her rubbing his nose with hers, before giving a peek. But when he kissed her more fiercely and passionately, she bites his lips, and Viserys pulled away, feeling blood on his lips.
She was smirking at him, and that made his desire arise even more. So, releasing her hand, Viserys picked her up. Armour against armour. His hard cock staying with difficult inside his breeches, and her hand, immersing in his silver-gold locks, grabbing his neck, making him groan in pain. Gods, he wanted to fuck her so much right now, but they were on duty.
Outside Daenerys could hear Dacey giggle as something her brother for sure said, as she was lying on the bed, with Raya and Aeinon, while her mother was sitting next to her, smiling from time to time because of what was happening outside, as she was telling her about everything she had missed during her captivity at the Dreadfort. The attack on the Dragon Castle, the death of her Great Grand Uncle protecting her and Ray, and regarding the part that saddened her more. Sweet Missandei, the one that helped her to endure the pain of being separated from Jon, for so many months, to endure the stages of the pregnancy, and especially she was the one to open her eyes at the monster who was Daario Naharis. And now she was dead.
Daenerys rose up, pulling her knee to her chest, wrapping them, and felt the tears coming down her cheek, a sudden rage ignited. She needs to see that bitch.
"Dany?"
"Stay with the children, mother. I need to see someone," she said, getting up, and leaving her room. "Dacey. Lead me to where Sansa stark is held."
"Dany-"
"Stay here Viserys," she said, as Dacey was leading her to the chambers where Sansa Stark was held, prisoner.
For the duration of the walk, her heart full of rage was hammering in her chest because of the pain she had brought on them when she kidnaped her son, and may the Old Gods be her witnesses, she will make that bitch pay dearly for what she has done with a slow and painful death.
When she got there, Daenerys saw Arya sitting on a chair by the door, one foot on her knee, fiddling with a dagger. Seeing her coming, the Stark girl immediately stood up, greeting her, "Daenerys. What are you doing here?"
"Open the door, Arya. I need to speak with her," Daenerys replied, angrily, and the girl immediately opened it. Inside, the room was set up not for a prisoner, but for a princess, and this made her dragon blood boil even more.
"Why does she have these comforts?"
"They are only objects, Dany. There is no-"
"I want this room to be free of all this stuff," she said, turning to Dacey, who nodded, running away, while turning towards Arya, she said, "Leave."
"Daenerys-"
"I. Said. Leave," she growled the words, and the girl nodded, closing the door behind.
Now that they were alone, Daenerys tried to keep at bay her anger, and wrath that was trying to explode, as she gazed down at the girl who was sitting on a chair at the table, with a smug on her face. She wanted so much to rip it away in this moment, but decided otherwise, approaching the girl, saying, "As you can see your mother's plans, and your plans failed at destroying my family. You failed at killing my son and your father failed."
"Uncle, not father," she replied, with a challenging smirk, and crossed arms.
"Well, it0s here where you are wrong," Daenerys started, patching slowly back and forth. "You see, your dear mother, lied to you the whole life by saying that King Eddard was your father..."
"Lies."
"You are her brother's daughter. A bastard of House Tully you are."
"Lies!" She screamed, getting up. "All lies made by that bastard of your husband who is the son born from incest and sin."
But Daenerys started to laugh at her, while inside herself was roaring like a dragon. Stopping from the patching, she looked at the girl for a moment, who was losing her mind because of the revelation, and approaching the table, Daenerys leaned on it. Gazing down at the girl she said, "But I'm not here to talk about your lineage, but about what you have done."
"Getting rid of the Bastards of this world, it was a pleasure, especially considering that he was yours."
"You will die slowly and in pain for what you did, Sansa," she said, grabbing the girl's chin. "I swear it on the Old Gods." With that, she left the room, heading straight to the Godswood. She needs peace, silence, and the Winter air to cool her mind and body.
The clashing of steel against steel was music for his ears as he was sparring with his Wolfsguard in the training yard. He was fighting there of them at once, wielding two short blunt swords. His opponents, Jon, his uncle Benjen and Theo Wull. All of them fierce warriors, but he was trained by the sword of the morning.
Tripping and kicks, made him win the spare as he disarmed the last of his opponents, pointing the sword at his neck, and laughing he said, "Now your head is mine, uncle."
"My mistake," his uncle replied, smiling, as he pulled away the blade from his neck.
Heading to drink some water, he asked the Lord Commander, "Do you already have some names to propose for the places of the Wolfsguards' member, Jon?"
"Not yet, my King, though I have some men who can participate in the Melee."
"Good," he said, taking a sip and seeing Daenerys head quickly towards the Godswood with Dacey right on her heels, while her dragon was flying above, quiet restless, and Jon, placing the swords and the cup down, run after her too.
At the entrance of the Godswood, he saw the Mormont girl standing there, with morningstar in hand, and once she saw him, Dacey said, "Carefully. She is pissed." And Jon nodded, patting her shoulder, heading inside the Godswood.
Walking through the trees, Jon could hear them moving because of the little air that was waving them, and the leaves rustling at it. He could feel the presence of the Old Gods in it. Feel their judgment. Feel them watching. And with them the old Kings and Lords of the Winterfell and the North.
When he reached his destination, Jon saw his wife sitting near the Heart tree, knees up to her chest, and arms wrapped around them, while the head was resting on them too, gazing at the dark pool that was there.
"Dany?" he softly said, approaching her, and his wife looked up at him. Her eyes were red and, on her cheeks, there were trails of fresh tears on them. Kneeling, he placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it. "Dany? What is it?"
"I hate her, Jon. I hate her," she said, choking a sob, and Jon couldn't understand to what she was referring to. "Sansa. I want her to pay for putting in danger our son."
"She will, Dany. She will," he replied, placing the hands on her thighs, as she turned to him, and hugged him tightly.
Then, with the forehead resting on his, and fingers twirling in his short beard, said, "Do you remember the last time when we were here together?"
"How could I forget it. You were sitting on my lap, and kissing me passionately, before getting angry at my decision," he replied, stroking her thigh with his thumb, and gazing up at her.
"Well, you decide to go on that suicide mission without consulting with me," she said, smiling.
"True," he replied, leaning up to kiss her, and between them, whisper, "I want to show you something."
"What?" she asked, breaking it as he rose up on his feet, and took her hand. "In the Crypts." That was the only thing he said, as they started to walk hand in hand out of the Godswood
"I don't like this place, Jon," she said, squeezing his arm, as they were walking through these gloomy and cold crypts. Last time she was here was when the Night Queen escaped, or to be more precise before her escape, as that was Brandon Stark's doing.
"We're here," Jon said, handing her the torch and removing the glove from his left hand.
Daenerys looked at this dark Weirwood door, which exposed a hand at its center. Glancing at her husband, she saw him pull out a dagger and cut his hand. She gasped his name "Jon-"
But saw him place it on the hand form on the door, starting to chant words in a tongue that she couldn't understand, and the door unlocked, as Jon pulling away, and cutting a piece of cloth from his under chemise, wrapping it around his hand.
"Jon. What is inside?"
"You will see," he, smiling, said, pushing open the doors, and taking the torch, lighting the way. Upon entering, Daenerys couldn't believe her eyes. It was a very long side of the crypt, filled to the top with jewelers, gold, and every precious stone. Her eyes were shining at such magnificent sight to behold, but she knows that gold corrupts the soul too, and she didn't want to fall for that old trick of nature.
"Dany?"
"Where did you gather such a great treasure?"
"I will tell you, but in another day," Jon said. "All this is for the future of the north, of house Stark and of our children."
"So this is the gold with which father said you were going to hire the Golden Company," she said, taking a handful of golden coins, looking at them.
"Yes. If they will come, of course. There are other people who are able to hire them too. Volantis, the Kingdom of the Rock, Qarth, Myr. But Dany, remember that no one can know about this treasure."
"Do not worry, my love. No one will," she replied, making them stream down from her hand. But a question came to her right now and clearing her throat, she asked, "What were those words?"
"They were words of the Old Tongue, passed down from king to king from Lord to Lord, but these words were never meant for this door but for the Night Queen's prison."
"I'm sorry that I failed at keeping her here, Jon," she said, looking down, guiltily.
"You didn't," he replied, approaching her, wrapping one of his arms around her. "It was my mistake in this. I didn't realize that Bran had the powers too." He added, kissing her forehead. "Never feel guilty of that, because you weren't," he reassured her again as she placed her head on his chest, resting for a moment and enjoying it.
"Do you have any news from the Southrons borders?" Val asked as he was untying his armour. Jon instructed him to verse the defences of Winterfell, check on the soldiers and on the prisoners. "Robb?"
"Yes, yes. Everything all right. They are alive," he replied, assuring her and at the same time dismissing the topic, as Grey Wind came to him for a scratch behind the ears. He was getting a bit lazy lately, becoming the shadow of the fearless and proud direwolf he once was.
Suddenly, he feels Val grab his chin and lift up. Gazing down at him, she said, "That is all you have to say? That they are alive?"
"What else?" he asked, however, not giving her time to reply, as he, grabbing Val by the waist pushed her to the bed, and settling between her spread legs, pinning her down. "Well?"
"Not here," she said, nodding at the cradle that was there, and Robb looked at her confusedly, till he remembered her nephew.
"I know where we will go," he said, grinning, getting up and taking her hand, leaving the room, with Grey wind and the child inside, and heading to the broken Tower.
The walk till there was long and cold, but now and then a kiss from her was enough to warm his lungs. Guards were all around, protecting Winterfell from a possible attack of the dragon.
Upon reaching the tower, they climbed, the ruined stairs up, and Robb heard her ask "So it's her that you wanted to bring me?" entering the room that was there, and heading towards the great window, looking outside for a moment, as he throws to the ground the furcloak he was wearing. "What a naughty bastard you are."
"Indeed, I am," he replied, pinning her to the good wall, before moving his hand down to her ass, and groping it. He started to kiss her fiercely, feeling her grab his hairs, draw his head back, and bit his lower lips making him groan. "So, you want to do it roughly, huh?" he mumbled, turning her abruptly, and ripping the dress from behind apart.
She released a moan, as he, pulling the hairs behind, started to bite her shoulder, and hiss her back, with at the same time, hands intertwined with her, he pinned Val to the wall. The big bosom was making it a bit difficult but was enough to immobilize it, between himself and the wall.
"Is this how you want?" he asked, and at seeing her nod and moan, he released her pinned hand, undressing himself.
His skin shivered for a moment at feeling the chilling air kiss it, and he hears ask, "What is Lord Snow? Are you afraid of the Winter's breeze?"
At hearing that, he brought his hand to her womanhood, starting to stroke fast, and get her soaked. This action made Val arch her back even more and push her ass more in his directions.
Pushing her legs apart, Robb took his cock in hand, stroking himself a few times, before guiding it at her entrance and slowly thrust in, while at the same time, was groping her breasts.
They were sitting on the furs by the fireplace, with the fire to warm them. She was holding little Aeinon in her arms, while Jon, who now was lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, was holding Raya, who was playing with some of his curly locks.
"I still can't believe we managed to make something so perfect," he said, drawing her attention, and she caught him looking at her. "They look so perfect. Just like their mother."
She smiled, but didn't respond in the moment, looking straight into his eyes, which were full of lustful love and desire. If their children weren't there right now, she would have jumped on him instantly and rode him until she couldn't do it anymore. But at that moment, as she was looking at him, enjoying this sweet little moment, old memories came to her mind.
Wetting her lips, and smiling, caressing her sons' little curly silver-gold hairs, Daenerys said, "Do you remember our first meeting?"
But Jon didn't reply, looking down, and playing with their daughter. Daenerys started to fear that he forgot their first meeting, and even though she wouldn't blame him for that, it was still a bit hurting. This silence was making her heartbeats increase.
"Of course I do, my love," he said, looking up at her. "How could I forget that little girl with wide violet eyes, who always glared at the other ladies because they were seeking my attention." And she blushed, looking down, remembering those times
Year 290 AC...
She was walking through the Godswood, admiring it in the meantime, having never seen it before. It was undoubtedly full of different trees, but that was not what interested her right now. No, she was looking for the so-called Heart Tree, that her big brother told so much.
As she was walking through them, Daenerys felt a bit frightened by these trees, which were much more taller than being moved by the wind and the sound of rustling leaves, but still she told herself that she was the blood of the dragon and there was nothing to scare her.
A few moments later, she reached a tree that looked the scariest of them all. The bark was white as bone, while its leaves were dark red. Looking at the Weirwood tree, who was exposing a long and melancholy face carved in the bark, deep-cut eyes red with dried sap, she wonders if this is how the Old Gods of the North look like or are the souls of those who died believing with this faith.
Suddenly, a louder rustling of leaves could be heard, and the wind rises, making her silver-gold wave in the air, and Daenerys started to look around as leaves were falling down from one of the trees. Taking a long breath and telling herself, she was a dragon, and nothing could scare her, she started to approach it.
Stopping in front of it, with a hammering heart, she looked up, as leaves were falling on her.
"Boo!" a little boy shouted, coming from between the leaves, making her almost jump. "Did I scare you?" asked the young boy, hanging from a tree and looking down at her, with a smirk.
"Scare me? Pha. Nothing can scare me. I'm a dragon," she replied, as the boy jumped down, with a flip. Now that he was down, she had the possibility to take in his features. He had dark curly hairs, and dark grey eyes, while a inch taller than her. He was a cute boy in appearance, but she didn't like the smirk he has.
"A dragon, you say, eh?" the boy asked, with a smirk. "A dragon that got scared by a wolf!" he proudly said, with hands on his hips.
"You didn't scare me," she replied, changing him back, and with hands on her hips. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Blood of the dragon. Nothing can scare me."
"Well, nice to meet you, Lady Daenerys," the boy said, and Daenerys wanted to open the mouth and shout at him for calling her lady since she hated the title, but the boy, added, "I'm Jon," before starting to round her. "Do you want to make a race, Dany?"
"A race?"
"You know a wolf is fast," he said proudly, "and silent."
"A dragon is faster," she replied, crossing her arms, and rising her notice, with much more proudness.
"Let's see how fast," he said, pushing her and starting to run, and Daenerys, gathering her dress, run after him. She won't let a boy beat her. She was a dragon. Losing wasn't in her character.
Hours later…
Evening had come as everyone was gathered in the Great Hall of Winterfell to celebrate the Prince's nameday. She was sitting at the table with her mother, who was chatting with Lady Manderly, while her brothers with other sons of the lords. She was so bored at the moment, leaning against the table, and she cannot even join the other ladies, only because of what happened in the Godswood, despite her saying it wasn't her fault.
When her gaze fell on the Prince, who was standing on the table, chanting some of his childish stories, while Princess Arya was mocking him from her seat, she said, "Look at them, Muña. Look at them-"
"Lying on a table does not suit a lady, Dany. Sit up straight," her mother instead replied, and she sighed in annoyance straightening up, before returning her attention back at the young ladies who were hanging from the prince's lips and believing every word he was saying. He who was the reason for her current condition.
"Your daughter grows more beautiful with each passing day, Rhaella," Daenerys heard a voice say, and in that instant, she saw Queen Ashara sit down beside them.
"Thank you, your grace," her mother, replied, looking, and smiling towards her, placing a lock of hair behind her ear, and Daenerys pushed her hand away.
"Why don't you join them, Daenerys?"
"I'm in punishment," she said, but biting her tongue to keep from revealing the reason, glaring at the little boy on the table.
"I'm sure that for tonight, an exception can be made," said the queen, looking towards her mother. "Besides, I would like to talk to you Rhaella about some details regarding the future of our houses."
"You may go, Dany," her mother said, and she smiled, thankfully, at the queen, getting up and running toward the group of ladies and the prince. However, she glanced behind when she heard the queen add, "She has the character to become a great queen, one day." And her mother, nodded, smiling, though Daenerys didn't know what she was referring to, and keep going.
"Dany?"
"Hmm…" she looked up at him, seeing her husband, smile at him, and she, shaking her head, replied, picking their son up, "Just remembering our first meeting."
"Oh…I see I hit you hard that day," he said, chuckling, and she rolled her eyes at his affirmation, as she placed their son in the cradle. "I remember that I scared the shit out of."
"In your dream, love," she replied, denying, and taking their daughter from his arms. Even if he was right about that, she will never admit that in his face to increase his ego.
"Oh…I think I did, little dragon," he said, teasing and pulling her in a hug bear, before starting to plant kisses on her neck, jaw, hair, before starting to tickle and make her giggle, as they fall on the bed. Looking down at her and brushing some locks from her face. "I love you, Dany. You and the children are my life, my world, and I will die before I lose you."
She feels silent tears come down from her eyes, caressing his cheek, seeing the love in his eyes and how much dose words mean to him. "I love you too Jon. You and the children are my life, my world, and I will die before I lose you. I felt that pain once, Jon, I no longer want to experience it because I think I will not survive. Promise me that you won't do foolish things again." But Jon didn't reply, glancing down, and after kissing her lips once, he rose up sighing.
"Jon? Do you have something to tell me?"
"I'm going to hunt the beast that attacked Winterfell and Wintertown," he said, getting up and starting to patch, avoiding her gaze.
"What did you say?"
"That I'm going to hunt it down," he said again, this time stopping and with hands on his hips, just like the first time, was gazing down at her. She feels her blood was boiling in her body, and anger arises, because of what he did, but glancing at their children, not wanting to wake them up, she said, with sealed teeth, "I want you out."
"Dany-"
"Out!" she hissed silently, and Jon immediately left, as she sat on the bed, crying silently for a moment. Why is he always doing this? Why? Why? She let the tears stream down, and even choking a sob, but cleaning them immediately, she got up. She needs to get ready for bed.
Kissing their children, Daenerys wore the nightgown, getting under the furs, in the cold and empty bed that was this one. She would much more prefer a warm body hug her, fuck her, but he hurt her again, and she can't let it pass.