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AN: I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance. I do not have a beta.

Warning – Those who do not wish to read the 'Mature' content, please skip the part written in Italics.

Jon's Quarter

His slumber was so deep and restful, he woke in a muddle. His arm was draped across a warm body and he didn't think twice before pulling her close. The fire was still crackling, keeping the room warm. As he blinked into a deep well of velvet darkness, the first thing his eyes fell on was Elsa. She was laying on her side, face turned towards him. Her long hair was a tangle of dark curls, partially obscuring her face. As always, she had stolen most of the bedding but had still somehow managed to hold onto him like in a vice-like grip, effectively moulding their bodies together.

Jon examined the sleeping girl beside him with a nearly unholy fascination. He moved his hand to touch her cheek – the skin cool and so very soft. She furrowed her brow in her sleep, pursing her lips slightly. Her right hand remained between them; fingers pressed against his bare torso. She had marks adorning all over her body, no doubt he was covered in the same. He didn't think he would ever be able to forget the feel of her soft lips against his own or how her body sang even with the simplest of his touches or the way her body fit with his as if she had been made only for him.

She looked innocent in sleep, so beautiful that the thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal spearing through his body. Without giving it much thought, he closed his eyes, pressing his mouth and nose against her hairline, breathing in her scent – roses. But there was also sweat and the unmistakable musk of sex.

He had been weak and helpless when he'd kissed her. His vows hadn't mattered in the wake of her pain. He didn't regret their night together, but he couldn't deny that he had been selfish. He'd lain with her knowing that he would never have her again. She was Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and he was a Snow. Robb would be a much suitable match for someone of her stature, not a bastard like him.

He was in love with her and Jon knew that there would be no other for him – which was why he had been extremely careful not to finish inside her because no matter what, he didn't want her to get with 'child'. His child. Sooner or later, the Seven Kingdoms would find out who she was, and he didn't want them to ridicule her for being with a bastard.

His place was at Castle Black as a man of night's watch.

There was a trilling noise and Jon turned his head to look at Balerion, perched on the foot of the bed. He and Aeghar have been clingy, barely leaving Elsa's sight since the incident. By now, Jon didn't need to know that the particular dragon was extremely possessive of his mother.

He looked into the red eyes and whispered, "You can have your mother all to yourself after we break the fast."

Seemingly satisfied, Balerion flew down and settled beside his siblings.

Jon resumed watching Elsa, terrified of being in a dream and would wake to the cold and lonely walls surrounding him. She released a soft sigh, the corners of her bow-shaped lips curved upwards ever so slightly. She was dreaming about something good. He ran his finger down her elegant back and over the gentle curve of her hips.

"Your feet are cold." She grumbled, scrunching up her nose a little before falling back asleep.

"That's because someone stole the bedding again," Jon replied fondly as he resumed stroking her back.

She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "Too early…"

Her voice was wrought to make all the dragons trill, demanding food. With that, all four flew and settled on the bed – landing on the two of them. Feeling left out, Ghost too, trotted up the bed, dislodging Rhaegal from Jon's chest. The dragon fluttered his wings with and an indignant squawk before gaining his balance and flying to settle on the headboard.

Jon couldn't hold back the small chuckle, while Elsa groaned loudly, realizing that they would have to wake.

Sleepy amethyst eyes stared at him and she said with a sigh, "We'll have to wake up, won't we?"

"Yes," Jon said with a soft smile. "They're hungry."

By the time she gathered the courage to get out of the warm bed, Jon was seated at the foot of the bed, already dressed and pulling on his boots. Ghost too was lying by the door, ready to follow. Elsa frowned, deciding that she much preferred Jon naked. She shuffled out of the bed, as unclothed as the day she was born and walked towards him. His eyes were wide as he traced her movement or her bare body when she gripped the front of his jerkin and kissed him soundly.

He pulled back and looked at her with a grave expression on his face. For a moment, Elsa felt cold, as if he was going to turn her away, but no. He arched her over his arm and kissed her neck. He moved down and his tongue flicked over her nipple, while his palms took hold of her other breast and massaged. Elsa moaned loudly as he suckled on the sensitive tips before placing gentle, sucking bites on the undersides of her breasts.

He was being incredibly soft, a marked contrast to the assertiveness the night before. It didn't matter how he made love to her; she was ready to be consumed by him. She felt wonderfully fragile and cherished at the moment.

He picked her up like she weighed nothing and walked towards the bed. He laid her down before following – all without stopping his mind-numbing kisses. She lifted on her elbows to look down, where he was placing soft, wet kisses up her inner thigh. Desire thrummed through her and she was glad that they had washed before falling asleep. She was sore and sensitive from the night's activities and if he continued like he had last night, Elsa didn't think she'd be able to bear it.

"Jon."

He stopped to look at her, ever responsive to her cues. They shared a look and then he was on her. Elsa left his warm breath down there and then his even hotter tongue parted her slick, swollen lips and began to lick and suck.

In the brightness of day, seeing his silver hair moving over her body was thrilling.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her cries. She had made sure that voices wouldn't leave the room, but in daylight, something about making all those noises made it real. Even though they had shared their bodies the night before, the way his tongue continued to lave her with attention, Elsa didn't think she would be able to look him in the face ever again.

'And – oohhh…'

Stars exploded behind her closed eyes and she couldn't withhold the loud moan that tumbled out. In the middle of the tremors that had taken her, she was aware that Jon had crawled over her body to place soft kisses all over her face as he ran his fingers over her arms in soothing strokes. She could feel his hardness through his clothes and despite herself, she blushed.

"I have to go," Jon mumbled apologetically, placing one last kiss on her lips.

Elsa didn't think she could handle him letting go of her, but she knew he was already late and he needed to leave before someone found them together. And then, he was gone, closing the door behind him firmly.

Happy and exhausted, she pulled the covers up, only for one of her dragons to shriek.

'Ah, yes. They were hungry and relied on her for food.'

Opening her eyes, she found four pairs of dragon eyes, staring at her expectantly. Balerion gave her a look that said – 'Is he gone? Can we get the food now?'

"Get used to him." She scolded, but then completely ruined the threat by cuddling him, ignoring his indignant squawk.

Mormont's Chamber

Jon poured the ale and gave one to the Lord Commander, who stated neutrally, "The King is dead."

Jon and Elsa exchanged a surprised look before looking back at the Commander. This didn't seem good, and Jon asked hurriedly, "Is there any word from our father?"

Mormont looked at him and instructed, "Sit."

Jon took the seat beside Elsa, his heart in his throat as Mormont read the parchment slowly, "Lord Stark has been charged with treason. They say he conspired with Robert's brothers to deny the throne to Prince Joffrey."

Stunned, both Jon and Elsa stared, unable to form words, but it was Jon who held out his hand, asking for the letter. Elsa just knew from the look on his face that it was true. She had known deep down something was going to happen. As soon as Jon finished reading, he looked at her gravely. Mutually deciding to leave, they stood up and headed for the door, when Mormont's voice stopped them. "Snow, I hope you're not thinking of doing anything stupid. Your duty lies here now."

Jon looked back and said, "Our sisters were in King's Landing too."

Mormont looked down, hesitating before he spoke, "I'm sure they'll be treated gently."

Elsa couldn't hold back and snapped, "Treated gently? Are we talking about the same people who ordered the execution of my family?"

Surprised, Jon looked at her. She hadn't mentioned to the Targaryen's until now. He turned to look at Lord Commander, who was staring at Elsa with a look of abject sorrow, but he said carefully and slowly, "You saw the 'othor' not long ago. What lies ahead is far more important than any of us. I'm sure your sisters will be safe, but Jon is a man of nights-watch now. He cannot abandon his duty."

Elsa narrowed her eyes before turning to look at Jon, who looked torn between marching to save Arya and Sansa or being true to his vows. She knew proving himself had been the only thing Jon wanted, but abandoning his family? Fury unlike she had felt before, filled her very being.

She turned back to look at the Commander and stated, "I will be leaving come morning for Winterfell."

Jon's eyes filled with guilt and hurt as he watched her leaving the chamber without another word.

He found her on the wall, staring out blankly. She didn't say a word as he stood beside her. He couldn't bear the thought of her hating him, so he whispered, "El…"

She looked at him as if he was a stranger, but there was desperation hidden in her eyes as she said, "They're your blood. They need you more than ever."

Jon swallowed hard knowing he was going to break both of them, but still, he said, "I took my vows as the man of nights-watch. I cannot abandon my duties."

"Your duties?!" Perplexed, Elsa hissed. "Bran and Rickon are too young. Robb is all alone and he needs you by his side!"

"He has Theon…" He started, but was stopped when she snorted mockingly, "Theon!"

He closed his eyes, feeling stuck between his duty towards the night's watch and loyalty to his family. He had taken his vows and he was going to uphold them. So, told her with conviction, "I know you dislike him but will stand by Robb's side."

"Is it because you resent not being a Stark?" The words were out before she could stop them.

Jon flinched back as if physically struck and asked slowly, "How can you even think that?"

Elsa wondered for the first time if he was even worthy of being Ned Stark's son and regretted it immediately. She knew there was no changing his mind and with a heavy heart, she realized that this was the end. She loved Jon more than she loved anyone else, but Robb too was her brother. He was alone and she wouldn't leave him alone. She regretted hurting the man who had been the most important person all her life, but she didn't think she could forgive him for his decision.

There was nothing to say, so she turned around quietly and left him standing with his 'brothers'.

She was in Jon's quarter, while he had been given a different one by Lord Mormont after her room had been burned. There was an ache in her chest, distinctively reminding her of Jon constantly. Ever attuned to her moods, Balerion, Rhaegal, Silverwing and Aeghar were curled close to her, purring every once in a while. Elsa wanted to rush to Jon and bury herself in his warm presence, but she didn't. She was leaving come morning and Jon wouldn't be by her side. She should've known that things wouldn't be this easy, but she had naively hoped…

Closing her eyes, she pushed all thoughts of Jon away, willing herself to sleep, ignoring the wetness in her eyes, when suddenly Rhaegal let out a trill. She opened her eyes to see him looking at the door with his head tilted to one side. He turned to look at her before turning back and letting out a loud shriek.

She stood up hurriedly, and asked, "What is it? Is it Jon?"

In response, Rhaegal let out another shriek and flew up, his wings fluttering anxiously.

Elsa could feel his anxiety like it was her own, but after what had happened a few nights ago, she couldn't leave them in the chamber alone. Worrying that someone would harm the dragons, she looked at them. They were the size of a kitten by now and Elsa knew they won't stay hidden for long, but she was determined to keep them hidden as long as possible.

She made sure to instruct them to stay hidden so no one would be able to see them before she opened the door and looked out. Once sure that everyone was inside, she whispered, "Fly."

The dragons spread their wings and took flight, but Rhaegal stayed beside her, trilling unhappily. She rubbed his chin with her fingers, looked at him imploringly and said through their bond – 'Trust me. Follow your siblings.'

He cried out loudly before taking off after his brothers and sister. With one last look at her dragons, who by now looked like small birds circling the sky, Elsa followed Ghost's whining as he pawed at Commander Mormont's door frantically.

"Ghost?" Ghost whined at her before turning back to the door. "Is Jon inside?"

Elsa didn't wait and pushed the door open. Ghost rushed inside before she could enter and attacked the man, who had Jon in a chokehold. Ghost didn't freeze like she did and ripped one of the man's arms straight from his body. The man didn't react to the pain, but pulled his fingers away from Jon's neck and threw Ghost off him, who collided with a nearby wall and let out a pained howl.

Elsa stared at the pale man with wide eyes, nearly white as the ghosts of her parents had been.

Jon took the moment to stab the othor with his sword repeatedly without effect before punching him in the face. The dead man stumbled back and Jon didn't waste time before stabbing him where his heart would be. The man froze before falling in a heap.

He rushed towards, cupped her face between her palms and asked urgently, "What are you doing here?"

"Rhaegal was worried about you. He knew something was wrong." She mumbled feeling dazed before turning her attention towards Ghost and muttered, "He's hurt."

Just then, Mormont emerged from his bed-chamber, carrying a lantern and questioned with a frown, "Snow? Lady Targaryen?"

"Commander!" Jon shouted as the dead man stood up and turned to face the three.

He pulled Jon's word out of his chest swiftly. Suddenly, Elsa remembered reading in a book given by Maestor Aemon that the dead could be killed with fire. Without giving it much thought, she grabbed the Commander's lantern with her hand and threw it at othor. Mormont looked terrified as the dead man caught fire and screeched before falling to the ground – growling as he burned.

"Move!" Jon shouted at her and the Commander before rushing to pick Ghost up and carrying him away from the burning man.

Jon lowered him on the mat in front of the fireplace and rubbed his head soothingly. Then, he looked at Elsa, who had moved kneel beside Ghost to check for injuries.

"That… that was a wight," Jeor mumbled with a pale face and wide eyes.

"A white walker." Elsa nodded gravely. "The deserter was telling the truth."

Jon didn't respond, eying her hand with a frown and asked, "Your hand…?"

Elsa looked at her palm, baffled to see not even a single mark. 'She had touched the lantern with burning fire. Shouldn't there be burns? But she hadn't felt anything. How…? Maybe it was her magic… it had to be.'

Satisfied, she nodded to herself before whispering with a shrug, "I'm alright."

She rubbed Ghost's head in soothing motions and was glad when the direwolf nuzzled his head closer.

"You were very brave." She whispered before kissing the top of his head.

After the wight's attack, there was no way Jon was going to leave Elsa on her own, so he followed her back to his room along with Ghost, who flopped down in front of the fireplace. He closed the door behind him, but stayed where he was, uncertain in the wake of her anger this morning.

Elsa sighed tiredly and breathed his name. "Jon."

"I – I can leave, if…" he blabbered warily.

Elsa blinked with disbelief. Had she reduced him to such a state that he was afraid to stay in the same room? He had faced loathing all his life, her being the only one he confided in ever since they were children. She didn't want him to feel that he couldn't anymore – she couldn't see him in distress and now, after what she had seen…

"Jon – I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Surprise was written all over his face as he gaped. Shaking his head, he took a step forward and said, "No. You weren't wrong…"

She stopped him and whispered frantically, "I was. I shouldn't have said those things. I – wasn't able to accept your decision of becoming a member of nights watch…"

"El," Jon closed the distance between them, took her face in his palms and spoke quietly, "…it doesn't matter."

Elsa tucked her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent and tightened her hold on him. If they had this one night together, she didn't want to waste it by fighting.

"They're scary," Sam muttered.

Elsa's head snapped up from where she was feeding Aegon to look at him wide-eyed.

He eyed her 'ravens' and added, "I've been around ravens all my life. Never thought they could be frightening."

Elsa slumped with barely hidden relief, pleased that her magic was working. Her dragons had been overjoyed to be free in the sky and she vowed, she wouldn't confine them unless absolutely necessary. She'd never thought her magic she hated with a passion, would become a blessing in disguise. Now her dragons could stand in front of King Joffrey himself, and he wouldn't bother looking twice. She, as well as Jon, could see their real form easily, so her guess was that her magic tricked people into seeing what she wanted them to see.

Curiously, she asked, "Are they?"

"Yes." Sam nodded, turning his head to look at the 'raven' curled around Jon.

Elsa's lips twitched wistfully as she watched Rhaegal sitting on Jon's shoulder. Even though he was too big to do so, somehow, he had managed. Her dragons were intelligent creatures. Rhaegal knew they would be leaving today and hadn't left Jon's side since morning. Elsa did not doubt that Rhaegal would've stayed with Jon if he hadn't been so young. For now, though, all four of them needed each other to survive.

With one last nudge to Jon, Rhaegal flew up and joined his brothers and sister in the sky, all letting out roars, happy to be free to fly.

Jon walked towards her, and said with a half-smile, "I'll see you again."

She nodded, feeling her throat clogging up as she muttered, "Farewell…"

His face fell and he pulled her into a tight embrace, ignoring the eyes around them. When he pulled back, Elsa nodded her head before mounting up on her horse. She kept her expressions neutral as she said goodbye to both Jon and Ghost, who stayed by the gate until she was no longer visible.

EN: EN: I know this one is short, but this chapter was supposed to be... and Elsa obviously had to leave.

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