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Jon awoke in the early morning before the sunrise to find Dany snuggle to his chest, her breathing steady and warm. He realized that his arms are still wrapping her tiny form, he felt warm and cool at the same time. His heart swelled with warmth.

He took the time to watch her still sleeping form, so peaceful and calm. He had dreamed to wake up like this. To see her the first thing in the morning, to have her in his arms, chasing away the pang of loneliness he used to have. Jon had never cared for someone this dearly, let alone caring for a Dragon cub. If the gods gifted Dany to him for him, he'd praise them until the end of his days.

After a while, her eyelids fluttered open. Jon watched as her violet eyes began adjusting her surroundings, only to find his grey ones looking at her first. She blushed and smiled at him, "Good morning," she shyly greeted him.

She's beautiful, Jon thought. He couldn't help but press his lips to hers, and pull her closer to him, enjoying the feeling.

"Good morning, Dany," he said between kisses before resting his forehead against hers, "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," she answered softly, her arm wrapped around his chest. "You?"

He smiled at her before tucking her head under her chin and sighed, "I've never slept better."

He can feel her smile on the skin of his neck, "So you need to hug something to make you sleep better?", she teased.

Jon chuckled, gently stroking her soft arm, "Maybe". He's glad that she can show her playful side, it felt like it was just yesterday when he found her. Now, she's just a light in his life. He kissed her forehead, "How are you feeling?"

"No fever, if that's what you are asking," she said before lightly touching her forehead, "At least I don't feel like I have it."

"I don't mind," he grinned at her, "So that we can just stay here, not doing anything at all."

She scoffed, "You'll lose your job."

"My father isn't here, so I suppose we can just sleep in," he playfully grunted.

"I'll give him my morning report then, tell him of the lazy pig you were," she grinned.

He looked at her, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me," she slyly said, the same way he said to her yesterday.

"Cheeky," he kissed her again, loving this side of her. He rolled her underneath him, kissing her sensually. They pulled apart minutes later, gasping for air.

Dany snaked her arm on his, "We should break our fast."

"Aye," he agreed, giving her another kiss, he sat up, immediately missing her warmth.

They changed out of their nightclothes to simple clothing before going to the dining hall, joining the other Stark siblings.

As promised, Dany was in the library all day long with Bran and Arya while Jon and Robb went out scouting together. Thankfully, they didn't have any lessons today, so the cubs were all free. And Lucky for them, Theon's gangs were spotted traveling to Winter Town, which gives them privacy. To add, with Arya, it seems that she too has the power to shoo him away.

She scanned books after books, searching for any information of the red python. They both took out stacks after stacks of books, flipping through the animal section of the books. At some point, Arya got bored and just watched Bran and Dany turning pages after pages. She began pulling out a book of fairy tales.

Dany got distracted at one point when she was checking the history section, her eye caught the name Daenys. Daenys the Dreamer. All thoughts of the python were shut out for a moment, and she began to read about her ancestor. It wrote that she once foresaw the doom of Valyria from her dragon dreams.

Dreams.

She wondered if her dream can be called Dragon dreams as well. In her dream, there were two dragons, a white and a black dragon. She dreamt that she was the white dragon, she wondered who the black dragon was. But they were beautiful, she hoped that she can have those dreams again.

"Did you find anything, Dany?", Bran suddenly asked, stopping her train of thoughts.

"Sorry, not yet", she answered. She stopped thinking about her dreams and focused her attention on the python.

After ransacking the library for a long time, all they could find is the history of the Red Priests. They live in a faraway place called Volantis, they shift to different types of snakes depending on their power and status. The one that Dany and Arya encountered didn't show up in the books, and there was only an unconfirmed theory that she can see the past and the future. Some claimed that they can see the past and future, though the images that they usually did see are vivid, therefore, making it unclear. They truly are mysterious creatures.

As she sat on the bench of the library with Bran and Arya, Dany thought back what she said to her. She isn't sure what to make of it, should she tell Jon? But it didn't sound threatening…. except the killing part. Will one day they must fight and kill, she wondered. She only hoped that what Melisandre said to her are just words.

And then the dragon dreams. She dreamt it twice, and the same dragons appeared in her dreams. This has never happened before, dreaming about dragons. She has only dreamed about a house with a red door and lemon trees growing beside it. That's all she has ever wanted, nothing more, nothing less.

And Jon felt like home. She was never desperate to have someone nearby or even someone who would hold her the way he did. He has shown her all the things that she never thought she could ever have.

Throughout her entire childhood, she had never felt this happy. To be a part of a pack, a part of a family, even if they are wolves. Ser Rodrik and Benjen also made her feel welcomed as well, they too aren't wolves and they were accepted. She smiled softly at that thought.

"What are you thinking about, Dany?", she heard Bran asked. She turned to see him staring at her with curiosity, "You seem happier."

"Oh, nothing," she quickly said, embarrassed that a child could read her so easily.

"I bet she's thinking about Jon," Arya playfully teased, resting her chin on her arm.

Dany chuckled, "What makes you think about that, Arya?"

"Who else could make you smile for no reason?", she pointed out.

"Well, come to think of it, you both are getting closer," Bran joined in, he leaned to the table closer.

"Did he kiss you?", she enthusiastically asked her, this caught his attention too as he looks at her. Her question made her eyes widen in shock. She felt her cheeks getting warmer, how could a cub like Arya ask her something like this?

"I believe that is a private matter, Arya," she quickly replied, looking away from her.

"I think she did," Bran softly told his sister, "Look how embarrassed she look now."

"I bet he was good at kissing her," Arya whispered back, then they both giggled, "It made her remember how good it felt, that's why she's so happy."

"Alright, that's enough you two," Dany dropped the subject, laughing at how playful they are. Even though she felt uncomfortable with the subject of her relationship with Jon, it still felt nice to talk about it. It felt natural and familial. She had never done this with Viserys, the Stark family really is something.

But if she had to admit one thing to Arya, is that it did felt nice to kiss Jon. She had never been this intimate with anyone, and Jon is her first. And she's glad about it.

It wasn't just the two young cubs who asked this question. Far from the castle where the two older cubs are out scouting, this question came out of nowhere.

"So," Grey Wind begins after they scouted their areas, "Will we be seeing more of you both?"

Ghost froze for a while before recovering quickly alongside him, though he is sure his brother knows the answer before he speaks. The White Wolf lowered his head a bit in embarrassment, Aye. He admits shyly.

Grey Wind lolled his tongue out, "I'm happy for you two, truly."

Thank you. He knew his brother means well. In a better world, he would be supporting him without his mother glaring at him.

"So, is she going to be your mate?" He playfully asked.

Urghh….I knew you'd go this far. Ghost grumbled, his brother is many things. But being serious is something very rare.

"Well, is she?" Grey Wind panted, trying to get back to the topic.

I…. well….we never talked about that yet. He admitted. He can't deny that it's in his mind, but he's just trying to get Dany used to the idea of them being together. Furthermore, it's just too soon. Unlike Robb, his relationship isn't arranged. It just happened.

"Plenty of time," the future Alpha said, "Though I was hoping that when I marry Margery, you would come along a married shifter next."

Ghost sneezed, We'll see, alright?

"Fine, fine. But you both did come around naturally," Grey Wind pointed out before they both picked up their pace. Ghost grunted at his comment, but he had to admit that what he said is true. But one thing for sure is that he needs to get used to the idea that someone other than the Stark siblings has feelings for him too. And vice versa, he too loved her.

Over the next few days, it has been a blur for the wolf and dragon cubs. Even when the Alpha Stark, Benjen, and Ser Rodrik are back, Jon and Dany weren't shy to show their relationship.

There were times that they would hug and hold hands, regardless of how people see it, they are happy to be together. Though they never kissed in public's eye. The Alpha Stark, Ser Barristan, and Benjen weren't surprised, though they act like it. They knew that the two cubs deserve all the happiness in the world, they shouldn't be treated lowly. But it was necessary to keep them both safe, especially from the Stag King or the lions.

But it seems that the cubs are oblivious to how they were seen by the rest of the pack. Benjen has noticed that his nephew is brooding less often now, especially around the Dragon cub. They are more often seen together now, everywhere they go, except when they are in their own lessons.

He also noticed that he got into less fight with Theon after their training when he found him mocking Jon, Daenerys would come to his side and push him to pad another way. If Theon and his minions were about to be physical towards him, Benjen would always shift into his panther form and make his presence known. The same goes for Ser Rodrik, but his method was to shoo Jon away to another direction by directing him to either the forest or back to the castle, where he would always go with Daenerys. Thus, their interactions together were only in training.

There was a time when Benjen was vocal about their relationship, he visited the training cubs and approached Ghost when he was resting on his own. They were discussing his training and morning reports when the conversation shifted.

"She's very fond of you," his uncle pointed out as he watched some cubs playing at the ground.

The white wolf cub ducked his head shyly, knowing who the ranger panther was talking about, Aye.

The panther's grey eyes turned to him, "And you are fond of her."

I am, he admitted.

Benjen purred before facing the grounds again, "Good."

You are not mad? he heard his nephew meekly asked.

"Why would I be mad about your relationship with the Dragon cub?"

It's just… well… I wasn't sure how you'd react, his nephew stuttered, unsure what to make of it.

The panther chuckled, "Lyanna was about your age when she was in love, and when she feels something strongly, no one can make her feel another way," he then turned to Ghost, the wolf can see his eyes were a distance, "And you remind me so much of her."

Not Arya? He teased.

"Arya is one thing, but you are another," he said, "She would have loved to meet you."

Lady Catelyn begs to differ, Ghost commented sadly.

"Catelyn is Catelyn, she is not Lyanna. I know my sister, and I know she would be happy to see you," He answered, how he wanted to say that it's because she is his mother.

Well then, I hope so. The white wolf shifted nervously, happy of the thought of another Stark member would be happy to see him.

I know so, Benjen silently said without telling him, before the black bear called the cubs to return to their training. He knew that the cubs are fond of each other, but he wants to hear him confess, just to make sure. Oh, Lya. If only you are here to see how much your cub has grown, he said to himself, and all he hears in reply is the sound of the wind gently blowing.

A few days after, the Alpha Stark announced that the elves will arrive the day after tomorrow. Many preparations were made, and Robb is excused from his lessons and training to prepare for his intended.

And as a special occasion it is, Lady Cat called to Dany before she and Jon could go to the library together, "Daenerys, will you come with me for a moment?", but she didn't say anything to him, not even an eye contact.

She, of course, was stunned. What does she want with her? But Jon encouraged, nudging her arm, "It's alright, I'll wait for you in the library."

Dany smiled at him, she gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before following the Lady of Winterfell. She hoped that by her action in front of the mate of the Alpha, it showed how much Jon meant to her. Whether it's effective or not, Lady Cat's face was unreadable.

She led them to what it seems to her chambers. When they got in, there was Sansa Stark too. This confused her even more.

As if reading her mind, Lady Cat answered, "I was given a message by Lady Olenna herself that you are specifically wanted during the elves' arrivals. And since no one has ever seen a Dragon cub for a long time, I expect you to behave yourself."

"Yes, my Lady," Dany answered. She may not be too fond of the Lady Stark much, but she knows better than to talk back.

"Now, my dear Sansa, will you show her the dress that she to be wearing at the Dinner party? I must be ready with your brother's," at that, she left the chambers, leaving the two cubs.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Sansa went to her and gave her a silver dress. She looked at Sansa's face and saw how sweet she looked at her, unlike her mother. She wondered if Sansa really did dislike Jon, or was it at her mother's command.

Sansa handed her the dress, "I thought we have similar measurements, so I used one of my old dresses and made a few improvements. It was a last-minute decision, but I hope it suits you."

She took the silk dress from her, she had never worn any fancy dresses. Even from the Lord and Ladies, she was never given much. Let alone from Lady Stark herself, regardless, she was given anyway. "Thank you."

Sansa smiled, "Do you mind trying it? I'd like to see if it suits you."

Dany nodded and went to another corner to change. She checked herself in the mirror, it somehow matches her silver hair. It wasn't too bright nor too dark. It's simple and elegant. When she emerged from the corner, and the Young Lady inspect her, she had a wide smile. "Perfect," she clapped, "I'm sure Jon will be delightful to see you in those."

The Dragon cub blushed at her saying, she never thought that people would react positively to her relationship with Jon. "I…thank you for making the dress. It's beautiful."

"I had to practice, and this was the perfect opportunity," she said, "So I should be thanking you for being the first one to try my creation, especially during the Dinner party."

A then came to Dany, is Jon even allowed to enter in the presence of Lady Cat? "If I may ask…"

"Yes, Daenerys?"

"If…Is it alright, if Jon is also at the Dinner party?" she asked. All this time she had always been with him, so going to a crowded place without him seem awkward for her, "It's just that…. I may need him by my side in front of a lot of guests."

"Well…you weren't the first to ask this as well," Sansa replied, "Arya and Robb brought it up to my mother, but I think he is allowed. I'll ask her, alright?"

"But, are you fine with him in the Dining hall, Lady Sansa?", she looked at her. She needs to know, how many people must she direct Jon to avoid as she did with Theon.

"Daenerys, you've been with the pack for many seasons. Sansa would do just fine," she smiled at her before sighing, "I know it may seem as I do not like him because he is a bastard, but I do not mind him being around. In fact, it quite distracts Arya so she wouldn't bother me." She smiled, it looks sincere.

It's hard to say if she is true to her words. Unlike Arya, she didn't call Jon her brother. Is it maybe because of Lady Cat's influence? Whether she is lying or not, she heard it from her that she didn't mind having him around later for the Dinner party.

"I promise you though, Daenerys, I will ask my Lady mother about this. Though I am sure she will allow it, since it's his job to look after you. Ser Barristan maybe her choice but with all the guests, I don't think he too can keep an eye on you." she said, staring at her from the mirror.

"Thank you, Sansa," Dany said.

Jon was in the middle of his reading alone when Dany finally arrived with something in her hands. She had a wide smile in her face, he wondered what Lady Cat said to her.

Dany took her usual seat next to Jon, he put his arm around her, giving a quick kiss on her head, "How did it go?"

She snuggled closer to him, "Lady Olenna wants me at the Dinner feast, so I am to wear something your sister made for me."

"She made it for you?"

She nodded and showed him the silk dress, "It was last minute, she said."

"I'm sure you'll look stunning," he smiled at her, "The elves would have liked that." The thought of her in a silk dress is beautiful if there is one thing he is grateful about Lady Cat is that she allowed Dany to look beautiful, like a proper princess she is supposed to be. But the thought that he is unable to join her saddened him, maybe there are times that she may not be by his side.

As if reading his mind, she placed her hand on his, squeezing it, "Jon, I asked Sansa if you can come. Sansa will convince Lady Cat to allow you to join me," Dany told him, she gave him the smile that always seems to stop his heart, "And if she does allow you…will you….join me?" she shyly asked.

Jon thought she couldn't love her enough, but the thought of Dany having the courage to ask Sansa about this just astound him to the next level. His eyes widened, "Truly?"

She looked down, her cheeks burned red, her hands fidget on the dress, "I…it's just…I've never been to one, I don't know what to do. And I don't think I can do this alone." She finally looked up to him at that last part, her violet eyes pleading at him.

Jon gave her a warm smile. To think that this Dragon cub, a descendant from a truly glorious family have never been to a party breaks his heart. He didn't deserve her, and somehow the gods brought him to her, and here they are.

He embraced her and kissed her soft lips, "I would love to, Dany." He murmured. He could feel her smile between his lips before she wrapped her arm around her neck to deepen their kiss. Jon has never felt this happy, and yet this cub appeared out of nowhere to give him just that.

They say that the Dragons are magical creatures, and he believed that. For this dragon in his arms gave him things he never thought he'd have in his heart, love. For a long time, he thought that he'd die alone, and he was ready to accept that. But this cub filled that hole in his heart, abandoning the thought of becoming a lone wolf. She truly is something.

That night, the two cubs lay on the bed and talked quietly for a long time. Just like before, they discussed a long of things. From the books they read, the things they learned, Jon's preparations for the Running, and the coming of the elves.

But unlike before, they were closer than ever. Jon wrapped his arms around her, drawing the Dragon's body to his own without force. He gave her all the chance she needs if she felt uncomfortable that he crossed the line, but instead, it seems that she too wanted the same thing. She grabbed his hand and tangled hers together, and she threw her arm across his chest. The moment she did that, Jon had more courage to just pull her closer to him until he can feel her breath on his neck.

"Have you ever seen the elves before?" Dany asked.

"Only a couple of times," he answered, "They are wise, wiser than any men or shifters. Some said they are like their sigil, rose. But roses with thorns."

"They sound like beautiful creatures," she commented.

Not as beautiful as you, he added in his mind as he caressed her bare soft arm, "Do you wish to be one?"

"I don't know," she looked down, "We are chosen to be who we are, I wasn't really given much of a choice back then. I was nearly sold for an army, so my brother made sure that my appearance would astound the Khal in Essos."

And the irony is, she did astound Jon in every way. He held her tighter, "You will never be sold for anything ever again, I promise." He vowed. The thought of her being forced against her will enrages him.

"I know," she said, "Your pack is wonderful."

"Many things we wolves are, but we always stay together," he said.

She buried herself to his neck, and held him tighter, "Though I wished they didn't see you as a bastard."

He kissed her forehead, "Let them speak, I don't care what they think of me."

She sighed, "If you say the elves are wise, then I hope they are more…. tolerable to your presence then."

This cub is truly a dragon, he loved her spirit to see what is right and wrong. In another world, she would be a better queen than the Stag King, "Well, you heard what Uncle Benjen said. If Margery is what he said she is, then maybe she won't mind me sticking around the castle."

She hummed in agreement. After a moment of silence, she looked up at him again, "Have you ever been to a wedding?"

He nodded, "Aye, only a few. Weddings of the chiefs and captains of the pack, but never something grand like Robb's."

"Does Margery must follow the mating ritual of the pack then?" she asked innocently, which made Jon taken aback. But she didn't seem shy about the question.

"Well, it seems like it. After all, they both are to be wed here," Jon answered, "And, by the time the Running is finished, it'd be a full moon already. Sealing their union."

"How romantic," she sighed, before she seems to remember something. She pulled her head back and her brows furrowed, meeting her violet eyes with his grey questioning pupils, "Wait, does that mean that Margery must….. bite Robb back?"

Jon laughed, "It's not necessary for her, but Robb will definitely have to. It's our tradition after all."

"Sounds painful," she commented as she played with the fingers of his hand.

He chuckled before he took her hand and gave it a quick kiss, "Well, if you love that person with your whole heart, wouldn't you endure all the pain in the world for that person?" I certainly would for you, Jon silently added.

She took a moment to think, "I suppose so. Do you think that's why there must always be a biting in the mating traditions?"

"I was always told that it's a mark that that person is taken. Like an imprint, a sign that that person is taken already," Jon explained, "And by our law, no wolf may harm or kill a fellow wolf's mate."

"I see," she hummed before her eyes became droopy as she yawned.

Jon smiled, he pulled the covers for them, "Best we rest now, we have to help the others prepare for arrivals of the elves."

"Hmmm…. alright. Good night," she sleepily said before closing her eyes and snuggled closer to him. He can smell her lovely scent.

He pressed his lips on her forehead before sighing, "Sweet dreams, Dany." Her steady calm breathing was her reply, it was enough for him.

But before Jon could even sleep properly, their last conversation played in his mind. Would she, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, want him as her mate? He knows that she cares for his well-being, just as he is for her, which was why she didn't agree at first that he rejected being a beta. But now that she is fine with it, somehow, he could finally see a future. A future with her by his side.

Jon never thought he would find someone as lovely as Daenerys. And now that he did, all that matters in his head now is to wake up and see her everyday.

With that thought in mind, he hugged her gently before he was lulled to sleep by the sound of her breathing.

I hope it's not too short, I've been pondering how they turn out after Jon kissed her. Please let me know what you think ^^ I love that the Stark siblings are their wingman!

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