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After that eventful night, and the Tyrells left the North except Margery, the rest of the week goes smoothly. For the rest of the people, it's the same thing repeated. Duties to accomplish, meetings to establish, food to provide, and many things. However, for the White Wolf and Dragon cub, it's a new step for them. The feeling has been different after the night Jon and Dany admitted their love for each other, days had been different ever since.

She had more reasons to smile now. Gone were the days when she felt insecure and worried whether she could make it the next day, replaced by the strong and gentle arms wrapped around her body, chasing away the fear she used to feel. This is her new normal now, to wake up feeling safe and loved, and seeing him the first thing in the morning, telling her that she is never alone.

The Stark siblings and Margery were also helpful towards her. They never see her as an outsider, even Sansa, not even judging her relationship with Jon. Instead, they would rather encourage it.

Once she walked with Margery and Sansa while watching the other cubs training, "Dany, you may not have blood relation here as I do at the moment, but we are all family now."

"She is already one of us since we took her in, Marge," Sansa said.

Dany shyly looked down, "Thank you."

"Jon is so sweet to be there for you all the time," The elf pointed out, "Do you love each other?"

The Dragon cub's cheeks burned, but she had to be honest. Everyone pretty much knew how much they have been publicly showing their affection to one another, "Yes, we do."

"I suppose, you both are meant for each other," Sansa smiled at her, "I hope I can find mine one day."

And they went on to talk about their girl conversation.

But both the elf and wolf were right, Jon had been there for her every step. Whenever she doubted herself, he is always there to tell her that it is all in her head. Never had he judged nor belittle her as Viserys would have, Jon would always encourage her instead, ensuring that she was never what her brother said that she was. His grey eyes always look at her with love and care, something she had never seen before. He would always kiss her forehead or hold her and asked how her day was, making it his new duty. They could spend hours on end just being with each other.

It truly was the first sign of spring. As the leaves on the trees and flowers at the meadows grow, so did their love for one another….. and stranger events.

A week after the elves left, Jon awoke in the middle of the night with the sound of her breathing changed, coming quicker and heavier against his neck. He knew this is unusual, for seasons he had her in his arms, this is the first time it happened. Her brows kneading together, and she began trembling, she mumbled words that he couldn't quite understand.

He began to worry, "Dany?" But she didn't hear, her eyes beneath her eyelids went left and right rapidly. Somewhere in her terrible dream, she must be lost and in danger. Did she experience this as well prior to their meeting? She began to turn her head, sweat forming on her forehead, as if about to thrash. Jon had to do something fast, he sat up and shook her shoulder gently.

"Dany, love? Please, wake up," he called her, but her eyes are still closed. This time, he saw tears running down from her eyes.

Jon couldn't take it anymore, he lifted her shoulder in his arms and tries to shake her awake, "Dany, open your eyes," he said frantically, afraid that she may lose herself. Without thinking, he kissed her lips, "Dany, wake up!" he said again.

This time, her eyes snapped open as he pulled away. Her eyes filled with fear as she sat up away from him, gasping for air.

Jon moved in front of her, trying to see her face, "Dany, it's fine. You are with me, it's alright," he said to her gently. Her glassy eyes began to slowly look up to find his grey ones staring at her, he smiled lovingly, "There you are." He wiped the tears off her eyes with his thumbs and caressed her puffy cheeks.

She suddenly launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jon is surprised by her sudden action but began to melt into her, wrapping her in his arms. He felt the space between his neck and shoulders turned wet, her body trembling again, and she began to sob, whatever she saw in his dreams must have scared her so badly.

"Hey, it's alright. It's just a dream, Dany. You are safe here," he rubbed her back and kissed the side of her head, doing his best to soothe her.

"I…I…I don't...," she tried to speak, but her ragged breathing wouldn't let her.

"Shhh, it's alright, calm down," he told her, and hugged her tighter but gently, "I'm here, you are safe here with me. Nothing is going to take you away from me, I promise."

He felt her nodding and stayed quiet. She cried a bit, Jon made her repeat the exercise she did with him moons ago. Eventually, her breathing slowed, and she no longer trembles with fright. He kept rubbing her back to help her calm down, he didn't really know what he's doing but he saw Lady Cat did this to Arya whenever she felt sad. So, that's one good thing he could thank her for.

After a while, he can feel relaxed. She released a long sigh and feels her burying her face to his chest, her hands fisted his shirt, "Thank you," she whispered.

Jon looked to her, he drifted his hands to her head and cupped her face, giving her no choice but to look at him. Her eyes still glassy and her cheeks puffy, but otherwise, the fear is gone, "It's fine." He smiled at her before leaning in for a kiss and embraced her, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, "I'm fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked her gently.

"I….", her words fell, unable to form.

But Jon is patient, he always has been, "You can tell me anything, Dany. You don't have to tell me right away, anytime is fine. There is no rush."

She only nodded and sighed. For a while, Jon thought that she won't say anything. He was about to tell her to go back to sleep when she finally pulled away, "Jon, do you remember when I told you I had dreams about dragons?"

"Aye, what about it?"

"I saw it again. Though, it's only one dragon this time," she finally said.

Jon took a moment to process the information, "How many dragons did you see before?"

"Two, a black and a white dragon," she answered, "But this time, that white dragon…..it was attacked by lions, Tywin's lions."

Jon hummed, "Was the dragon hurt?"

She shook her head, "No, but it was out of control. It seemed it was threatened, and it set everything on fire. I saw wolves running away from it," Her face fell at this information, did she think that that dragon was her?

He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back, "The dragon was threatened, it's a natural reaction to anyone if they felt unsafe."

"Do you think it's the reason why everyone stayed away from me?" she blurted out, making Jon look at her, "Because no matter what, they will always see me a mad dragon," her tone filled with insecurity.

"Well, did I stay away from you?" he asked her and felt she shook her head. He brought his hands to her cheeks and kissed her lips, it's salty from her tears. He pulled away and leaned his forehead to hers, "Let them see what they see, but to me, you are not and never will be a mad dragon. Have a little faith in yourself, alright? I love you for who you are, not from what your bloodline had done."

She gave him a weak smile and kissed him again, "I love you too, Jon." And they embraced again, Jon can feel her heart beating at his, slow and steady. Now, he knew that she had calmed down.

He kissed the top of her head, "How are you feeling now?"

"Better," she replied softly.

"Do those dreams keep coming?"

"No, they only come and go," she said.

"I see," Jon hummed and continues to hold her.

"There is one more thing, Jon."

"Hmmm?" Jon hummed with questions as he gently strokes her hair.

She pulled away from him, turning to the table where their small candle burns lightly. She took the small candle tray in her hands and showed it to him.

"Is something the matter with the candle?" Jon asked, not sure where this is going.

She shook her head, "It's not the candle, Jon. Look at my hand," she lifted her hand to put straight at the flame.

Jon began to panic, he tried to reach for her, "Dany, what are you- ", but she raised her hand to halt him. His voice fell and he froze, eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

Her finger isn't injured at all. The flamed licked it but didn't burn any of her skin. She didn't even feel any pain, her eyes looked at him.

The White Wolf is dumbfounded, his eyes widened. He took that hand in his and held her, it feels warm. He kissed the back of her hand, "You don't feel any pain?"

She shook her head, "I just feel you."

He smiled at her, he took the candle and placed it back on the table. Then he turned to her, "When did you know you can do that?"

She looked down at her hands, opening her palms, "The day when we saw Melisandre," she answered him softly, "We were putting Arya to bed, when I was walking and covering the fire with my hands, the flame came to my finger, but I didn't feel any heat."

Weeks, he thought. Jon scooted near her and held her hand, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I…I didn't know, I thought it wasn't important…" she stuttered, "I don't know how to bring it up to you."

He pulled her to his chest, "We'll try to figure out what it means, maybe the library books may give us insights. But best we keep this to ourselves, I don't want anyone to start a rumor about you."

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

"It's fine, I understand," he said softly, then he kissed her forehead, "At least you told me."

"You do not think I am a freak?" he looked up to him.

He stared at her violet eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear, "You? Never," he kissed her nose before grinning at her, "But even if you are, I don't mind falling in love with this freak."

She smacked his chest playfully, giggling at his remark. Jon chuckled before embracing her again, he can feel her sighing, "I love you, Jon."

He nuzzled her hair, "And I you, Dany."

They stayed like that for a while, the skies are still dark and the night creatures still making their usual noises. But otherwise, it's peaceful. It's as if the world belonged to only them both, there is no pain nor the feeling of pain and loneliness, only their love for each other.

A thought came to his mind, something he has been meaning to ask her the day he thought he lost her from Melisandre, and when Robb was with Margery, "Dany?"

"Hmmm?" she sounds a little sleepy, but otherwise still awake.

"I've been thinking…," he began to be a little nervous, his hand still rubbing her back while the other played with the fabric of her nightgown. He fell silent for a while, not knowing how to say it to her.

Making the Dragon cub in his arms look up to him with curious eyes, "Yes, Jon?"

He took a deep breath, here goes, "You've been with us for seasons now and Robb is getting married to Margery….and…well….. we've been together for quite a lot of time…", she giggled at the last part, making him smile, "When I pass the Running….. maybe after that or later…emm.." he stuttered, unable to form the words yet.

But Dany is patient, she tucked her head under his chin, "Yes, love?"

The way she softly called him makes him shiver, Out with it, Jon Snow, "Do you…Do you want to be my mate? One day, I mean?"

She pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes, "To marry you?"

He nervously nodded, "Aye." Every fiber of his being swims in his head, making assumptions on how to handle her rejection. But a part of him hopes that he can call her his mate.

Dany looked down on their tangled hands, stroking the back of his hand, he can see her cheeks turning red, "I…I… I'd like that." She shyly admitted.

Jon's heart soared, smiling at her, "Really?"

She nodded, "One day, but not now. I guess….it's just too fast for me, and Robb is getting married soon."

He kissed her lips passionately, "Then it'll be our turn?" he asked between their kisses.

"We'll see when the time is right, as you said, there is no rush," she repeated his last words, giggling at him.

"One day," he said again.

"Yes, one day," she too said, tucking her head underneath his chin again as a female wolf would do for her mate, "I don't care how long it'll be, but I can tell you that I love you no matter what. "

Jon hugged her tighter but gently, nuzzling the space between her neck and shoulder, "Thank you, Dany. I love you so much."

"And I you, Jon." She stroked his raven curls, running her fingers into them.

They stayed like that for a while until he heard her yawn, he released her, "Let's go back to sleep."

She nodded and went back to her usual place. Jon followed and pulled the covers, then he gathered her in his arms and kissed her soft lips, "Sweet dreams love."

Dany smiled at him and closed her eyes. He wasn't able to sleep yet though, for he is excited that she accepts to be his mate. The love of his life just agreed to marry him one day, he hopes after the Running. He can't wait to be hers and hers to be his.

Soon, Jon too was lulled to sleep by her soft breathing.

After Jon asked that, Dany is no longer shy to show her affection towards Jon. She became braver to hug him or even kiss his cheeks in front of Lady Cat, and Jon couldn't help but feel a small win for him. The once frightful cub became a brave one in front of the Lady of Winterfell right under his watch.

Ned and Benjen noticed this too, they are happy for them. They can see that they are stronger together, suit to rule. Ned doesn't want him to feel like a bastard any longer, but at the same time, no one must know. Thus, he decided that Jon is to know the truth.

A few weeks before the Running of the Pack, Jon and Daenerys were together at Winterfell's field outside the castle with the other Stark siblings, just talking and playing, when Ned and Benjen called him.

"Jon," Benjen called to him, "May we speak with you for a moment?"

His nephew looked at the Dragon cub in concern, but she smiled at him and gave him a peck on his cheek. She said something to him, and Jon smiled before jogging to his uncle and father.

"Walk with us for a while?" The Alpha Stark asked.

"Yes, Father," he said.

The Alpha Stark and Benjen shifted into their forms, Jon followed behind, shifting into Ghost. And the three of them walked into the forest.

Dany watched as the three shifters left, feeling the loss of her lover's presence. However, a part of her is happy for him, if the Alpha Stark and Benjen called for him, it's a good sign, right? She watched them disappear into the forest before she continued watching the other cubs playing.

"How are you and Daenerys coming along?" Ned asked him as they padded to a hill that overlooks the field of Winterfell.

We are doing fine, Father, Ghost answered shyly.

"Finely in love, I observe," he chuckled as he turned to him if wolves can smile, he would.

We…yes…, the White Wolf stuttered, I asked her to be my mate a few weeks ago.

"My, what a splendid surprise," the panther remarked, "I suppose congratulations must be in order."

Thank you, Uncle, but we don't plan to be mates soon and we haven't told anyone. I just wanted to make sure that if she wanted to be my mate, that is all, Ghost answered,

"I see," Ned said, "Still, I am happy for you both. Young Daenerys must have been so happy."

She is, but she didn't want it to be too soon. Not with Robb's wedding coming.

"Such a kind cub," the ranger panther said, the three of them then arrived at the hill that overlooks the field of Winterfell outside the castle where the other cubs are playing, "Do you plan to stay in Winterfell after you are both mates? Or do you wish to leave elsewhere?"

I…we never discussed that yet, though, I suppose that we would like to stay. Daenerys is quite happy here already, he said as he watched the cubs from a distance.

The Alpha Stark and panther looked at each other, there is concern written in their face. Ghost wasn't paying attention as he observed the cubs on the field, likely looking for his Dragon.

"Son," Ned began, "If you do plan to leave Winterfell, it's fine. We can help you with that."

This made Ghost turn to him, Do you not want us to stay?

"Of course, we do, cub," Benjen quickly said, "We are happy that you are here, both of you. I understand Cat has been a bit harsh to you, we've been doing as best as we can to let her give you a break. But don't ever think that we don't want you here. It's just…." The panther trailed off.

Yes, Uncle?

Ned stepped up, "Son, we feared that one day, Westeros will no longer be safe for you and young Daenerys."

Why is that? The White Wolf tilt his head.

The Alpha Stark sighed, The lions are planning something, and we fear that it may involve you and her. We can still protect you, but I only fear that it may not be enough. As long as Tywin and his pride are still in that Keep, he will still remain authority, even when that Stag is king. We fear that both of you will still be hunted.

Ghost's ears drooped a bit, Will the Stag King do something about it?

"Well, it won't be easy. Tywin is clever, very dangerous."

His nephew nodded again and lowered his head, and the panther felt remorse for him. He is always trained to listen, never allowed to speak freely. And Benjen felt bad, he did what he can so that he can break out of it. When he first found Daenerys though, it was the first time he saw him fight for something really hard. He was proud of him, but now it's time for him to get used to it. The panther sighed, "Jon, Westeros may no longer be safe for you both. But, if you were to be in a place where Tywin never go, then you would be safe."

The White Wolf perked up, Where does Tywin never go?

The panther purred, "Mmmm, you know…" he hesitates for a while, "Essos. Pentos, to be exact. We have a connection there who can keep you safe, and he is quite favorable with the Dragons."

His nephew scoffed, Why would I go there?

The panther and Alpha looked at each other and nodded, Ned decided to answer this time, "Because you are a Dragon cub."

Ghost's red eyes widened, he looked back at where the cubs are playing. Not being able to look at his uncles, Benjen sighed, "I've seen the way you look at the Dragon cub. You are one of them."

I…I'm a wolf. What are you talking about?

"Jon," Ned called to him, trying to make him understand, "he too wants your blood ever since you saved Daenerys. But it's not only that, no one knows yet, but…" he sighed, "It was Tywin who orchestrated the murder of your parents all those seasons ago, and now he wants to kill you."

Who are my parents? Are you not my father? His nephew yelped, wanting clarification.

"My sister, Lyanna, was your mother. And your father is Rhaegar Targaryen," the Alpha finally revealed, "They were both married before the Dragons were usurped, you were born after the Stag King killed your father, and the lions killed your half-sister, aunt, and grandfather."

No…you are lying, Ghost growled but there was a whimper in it too.

The Alpha closed his eyes, ears drooping a little and looked at him, "It is the truth. And you saved one of your kind." He then padded to the hill observing the cubs, looking for the Dragon cub, "Your aunt, Daenerys."

I….I, Ghost was a loss of words, he is in love with his own aunt. This is unacceptable! Especially to the North!

"Jon, I know you may think that it's unacceptable to have a relationship with her now that I have told you. But you are meant to be for her even if Rhaegar won the battle against the Stag, he would still marry you to young Daenerys."

Well, how do you know that! Ghost snapped, Why didn't you tell me since the very beginning?

He was taken aback by the revelation, his tail between his legs, The pack will protect me! I can serve the pack!"

"If you fail the running..."

"Benjen," Ned protests to not let him get there.

"I won't fail," Ghost growled.

"You won't be able to join the pack," Benjen finished.

"I WON'T FAIL!" He snarled louder, then he turned to his father, and who is to say Daenerys will still love me?

"Don't ever say that to yourself, cub," Ned said firmly, then he sighed, "Jon, look here with me," The Alpha called to him gently as he sat, Ghost obeyed. Ned observed the cubs playing, Daenerys is there with them, playing chase with his daughter, "What do you see, son?"

Ghost looked at him before turning to the cubs, I see your cubs playing.

"That's not what I see," Ned gently said to his nephew, "I see my wolves getting along with a Dragon cub, who was once lost and now taking care of one another, blooming from her fear. I see Robb found a new sister, I see his mate has a new companion who isn't a wolf, making her comfortable of who she is, I see Arya enjoying the company of her idolized family now seeing her as an elder sister, I see Bran having someone to talk to about his studies, I see Sansa finally warming to you and the rest of her siblings. I see my cubs as a true pack, one family under the sun.

"Do you know why?" he asked his nephew, who shook his head. The Alpha turned to face him, "You made it happen, cub. Your love for her brought a new step for the pack, to a better future. You made them see that we are one," He can see the wolf's muscles began to relax a bit, Ned continued, "I'm sure you know that we too are products of blood marriage, though we did not discuss a lot about it. But I want you to know that we are happy that you both found each other, fate has brought you to her."

Ghost ducked his head, Ned can see that he is still trying to accept his new reality. But he is ensuring that that revelation will not stop him from loving the Dragon cub, But will she accept that truth if I tell her?

Ned smiled at him, he knew that Daenerys deserved to know too. After all, they are family, but for her to hear it from Jon would be a better move, "I am certain she knows of her family's tradition, and I've seen the way she looks at you. Nothing will ever stop her from loving you, for you are there for her first," he looked at his nephew as a father would proudly look at his son. "As Alpha, there is one thing I am most proud of, raising you as my son. No matter what happens, you will always be my son. Nothing can ever change that." He turned to the white wolf and licked his forehead, "Would that your mother and father are here, they would be very proud of you, especially your mother. She would have loved to meet young Daenerys."

Ghost let out a small whimper of happiness, Thank you, Father.

The panther approached them, "The greatest honor I ever had is having you as my nephew, Jon. I will do everything in my power to keep you both safe. I hope that it won't come to you both leaving the pack, but, I want you all to stay here."

Thank you, Uncle Benjen, Ghost huffed.

"Your secret is still safe, however, if you would like to tell Daenerys, it's fine. But no one knows about this, not even Cat." The Alpha chuffed, "Best you go back, boy. Your Dragon mate is waiting for you," The Alpha said as he began to stand and about to face away.

Yes, Father. And the Starks walked back to where they came from.

Dany was on her way to the castle gates when she saw Benjen, Ned Stark, Jon in their forms approaching. She immediately smiled at their sight, her gaze fixed to the white wolf. Ghost padded faster towards her and licked her cheek, causing her to giggle, "Hello, Jon."

He shifted back to his form and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Hello, love."

Ned and Benjen followed behind, the Alpha Stark approaching the young couples and shifted back, "Young Daenerys, how is our little Dragon cub doing?"

She giggled, "Good morning, Lord Stark, Benjen. I'm doing well, thank you."

The black panther came shortly and shifted, "I hope dear Jon here is taking care of you well."

She laughed, "Jon has been nothing but helpful, thank you."

"Good, otherwise I'd hunt him down for dinner," the Alpha playfully said with firmness in his voice, earning a giggle from the Dragon cub and a shy grin from his nephew. He faced Jon, "You take care of her, alright boy?"

"I think she took care of me instead," Jon said as he wraps an arm around her waist and nuzzled her hair.

Ned chuckled, "Alright, off you go. Have fun." He was about to walk into the castle when he remembered something, "Oh, and Jon? Do visit my office tonight, there is something I'd like to discuss with you only."

"Yes…Father," he said, Dany noticed there is a small tone of hesitant when he called him that. Then Lord Stark walked inside.

Benjen was about to follow before turning to the young couples, "I'll see you in a bit, young cubs." And he walked fast next to his brother.

When they got a little further, Dany tucked her head under his chin, "I can see them in you and Robb."

"Really? How so?" he softly asked.

"You both are close, just like any siblings would," she sighed lovingly, "Brothers by heart and soul."

His cousins, Jon wanted to correct her. But it's true, he and Robb are brothers no matter what, he is family still. He tugged her closer to him, "Aye," he kissed her brow, "Where were you heading off to?"

"I left my shawl in our chambers," she said, "It's rather chilly this morning for Spring."

"Shall we get it?"

She turned to him, her violet eyes sparkling, "I'd like that."

He took her hand and kissed its back, and they both walked back to their chambers.

"Dany, do you like the North?" he asked as they were near their chambers.

She looked at him with surprise, "Of course, Jon. It's a wonderful home here, I love you and your siblings," she answered, but Jon gave her a wary face, wanting confirmation from her. She understood why he wanted to ensure if she's coping well here in the North, after all, there are still some people who only tolerate her presence. She sighed and squeezed his hand, "I understand that there are still people out there who are still not comfortable with me, but this place gave me hope ever since you found me."

"Truly?"

"Yes," they arrived at their chambers, and Dany walked to their wardrobe, searching for her shawl.

"Have you ever thought of living somewhere else," Jon asked again as he waited for her on the bed.

She found her shawl and turned back to face him, "Alright, what did your uncle and father tell you? You wouldn't ask these questions otherwise," she walked towards him and kissed his nose, her love wrapped his strong arms around her in return. "I don't mind wherever we are, so long as I am with you."

Jon smiled up at her, "But don't you have a particular place you have always wanted to be?"

She sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, thinking, "Well, there is this one place I've always wanted to be."

"And that is?"

"When I was a little girl, before I was hunted, I lived in this little house," she reminisced, thinking back to the time where she was able to live carefreely and her brother didn't turn on her, "I don't remember where, but the house has a red door, and a lemon tree next to it. Everytime I remember it, it felt like home."

Jon hummed and held her hand, "Shall I paint my door red?"

She giggled, "That won't be necessary," and kissed his lips, "So….why did you suddenly bring this up? Do you want to run away after the Running?" She joked, but his face turned a little serious. His grey eyes looked at her warmly, but there are also concerns in them, "Jon, what's wrong?"

"My father and uncle told me that, there may be a time when Westeros will no longer safe for us both," he said, she pulled away a bit to look at his face properly, "He still wants our blood, Dany."

She bit her inner cheek, feeling worried, "It's because of me, isn't it? That's why you are in danger too."

"No," he quickly embraced her before she had the chance to pull away, "I made a choice to save you, and I don't regret it. The pack will still be safe, he just wants us."

"But you will be hunted like me," she whispered.

"I don't care," he kissed her soft lips, "We can run away together if that happens, live wherever we want."

"But you said Westeros may not be safe," she retorted, "Where could we possibly go? It took the whole realm only a few days to know where I am, there won't be anything different if we run away."

"Essos," he answered, "My uncle told me when that time comes, we'll run there."

"Why would we run there? Who would possibly want us?"

"My uncle told me that he has a connection that supports your family there, we will be safe there," he said.

"But what about you? If they accept me, I don't know if they allow wolves there. And I'm not exactly a princess anywhere", she repeated what he said.

Jon flinched, he shouldn't have said that. But sooner later she had to know anyway, he must tell her. After all, she is going to be his mate….if it doesn't bother her.

She stared at his eyes, "Jon, is there something else you want to tell me?"

"I…", he hesitated, "Yes, but…."

Dany kissed him passionately, easing his worry, "Will it ease you if I tell you that no matter what you are going to tell me, I will always love you?" She offered between their kisses.

He only smiled but his eyes are looking sadly, did he not have any confidence in her love for him? But before she can question him again, Jon opened his mouth as he furrowed his brows, "I'm afraid you might change your mind once I tell you."

Her heart sank, what is it so terrible that Jon had to think this way? She stroked his cheek, "What's bothering you, my love?"

Jon sighed, "It's about my parents."

She cocked her head, "What about them?"

"Lord Stark isn't my father," he muttered.

Dany blinked at his remark, "So you are not a Stark?"

"I still am," he answered, "My mother was Lyanna Stark, she…." He hesitates, drawing a deep breath before letting it out, "and my father was….. Rhaegar Targaryen."

She pulled away from him a bit, "Are you his bastard?"

"No," he immediately said, there is a slight growl in it, "Lyanna was never raped, she married him before the attack."

Dany sighed a bit, knowing that her brother was never wrong. But if he is their son, that means…. She looked up at him, "So you are my nephew."

Jon looked away from her and nodded, his face turned sad again. She felt a mix of surprise and solemn in her, there are so many questions in her head. But now, she needs to know Jon's feelings towards this. Dany knew she had to be careful approaching this, "Was that what you talked about with Lord Stark and Benjen?"

"Aye," he whispered, still not looking at her.

She held her arm, "Do you think it's why Lord Stark and Benjen didn't hesitate to accept me into the pack? Because you are my family?"

"I suppose so," he muttered.

"And he never complained that we are together," she pointed out before realizing something she mentioned, "Jon….are we still? Or….are you bothered knowing this truth?"

He sighed, "I never wanted to tell you, but gods I can never hide something with you," he smiled sadly before turning to her, "Strangely it didn't bother me at all. I am still the same wolf that fell in love with you," he finally confessed, "Are you bothered by this? If you are, I understand….."

She scooted closer to him, stopping his track, "When I was a child, I thought that I may have to marry my own brother. So this revelation, that you are my family, I didn't feel any negativity towards this. It's nice to know that I am not the last of my kind," she meekly said, then her violet eyes looked up to him, "But I still stand for what I said, that I still love you."

"Truly?" Jon's heart soared.

She nodded, "My family had been doing this tradition for a long time, and Alpha Stark's parents are also related. So, it didn't really bother me."

Jon smiled a bit, "You've been reading our history well."

She giggled, "I live amongst the wolves, Jon. The least I can do for accepting me into the pack is knowing about their history," she looked down at her clasped hands on her lap, "But still…. Is this why you asked whether I want to leave for somewhere else?"

"Part of it," he said, "Maybe that's why my Fa- um…..Uncle Ned and Uncle Benjen told me about my parents. To be with my family, to be with you, should anything happen to Westeros."

She hummed, rubbing her hands. Jon scooted closer to her and too her soft hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. She smiled at his given affection, "Who else knows about this?"

"Just us, and my uncles," he said, still looking at their tangled hands.

"Do you want to tell your siblings," she asked.

"Maybe not yet," he said, "Words travel fast, and I don't want Arya to tackle me to the ground knowing that I have dragon blood in me."

She smiled at his remark and continued to watch their tangled hands. Jon stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, "Jon, knowing this….do you…..still want us to be mates?"

"Aye," he immediately said, "I meant what I said too, I still love you no matter what." And he placed his hand at the back of her neck and kissed the top of her head.

"That's nice to know," she commented.

Jon smiled and moved closer to her, gathering the Dragon cub in his arms, drawing her to his chest, "This is nice."

She hummed, pressing her cheek to his chest, "Thank you for telling me, Jon," she whispered.

He pressed his cheek at the side of her head, "Thank you for still wanting to be my mate," he then faced her to give another kiss on her lips, "We should probably head back, they'll be looking for us."

She nodded. They both stood up and left their chambers.

That night, Ned was watching the night skies from his office window, observing the stars glimmered. It has been peaceful, ever since the confrontation with Robert, everything seems to be flowing well. But as his recent ally said weeks ago, peace can never last. And he is preparing for if it ever happens, but it's hard to know any unexpected events.

The coming of the dragons is one of them. Even if Robert tolerates the cub to be amongst the pack, he is unsure with Tywin. Ser Barristan has been honored enough to serve him and protect the young cub, but lately, Ned has been giving him tasks of something else, ensuring that should war break out, he has connections to guide the dragon cubs.

That was how he knew about Illyrio, he was sent to Essos to know about him. Giving fake reasons to make sure exports are coming in smoothly to Westeros, should the South learned that the Kingsguard is off his duty. So far, no one complained, and he likes to keep it that way. By now, he is certain the old lion is on his way up to Winterfell.

A raven suddenly perched on his window, its leg holding a message. Ned took the bird and plucked the little scroll.

He was about to open when there is a knock on his door, breaking his train of thoughts, "Come in," he called out, and placed the scroll on his desk.

The door opened, and Jon appeared from the door, "You called for me?"

"Yes, cub," he smiled at him, "come here," Ned sat on his desk chair as Jon approached. The Alpha rummaged his drawer to look for a certain item for him, "I have something I'd like to give you." When he found it, he snatched it and took out a small satchel.

He turned it upside down to leak its content, and it revealed to be two small golden rings with small diamonds on each. It reminded him of the day he found his sister dying, and to this day, he never showed it to anybody but Benjen. And now, it seems fitting that her son is to accept it.

He showed the rings to Jon, "My boy, do you know what this is?"

Jon looked at them closely, "Wedding rings?"

Ned smiled, "Not just any rings," he said softly, "It belonged to your parents." His nephew's grey eyes flew wide open, he looked at the rings then to him, the Alpha chuckled, "I have kept this ever since I found her at the Tower of Joy. No one has seen this but you Uncle and I, now that I have told you the truth and hearing that you want to marry the lovely Daenerys, I suppose it's fitting that you both wear it when you both are mates."

Jon smiled at that, he lifted his hand to take the rings, "May I?"

"Of course," he said, and Jon took the rings. The boy inspects his dear sister's ring, finding traces of his mother, "She would want you to have it, keep it safe, Jon. Don't let anyone see it…unless you plan to show it to young Daenerys of course."

Jon grinned, "I'll show her the day I propose properly with her."

The Alpha smiled, "Fate has really brought you both together. I am glad that you have been happier."

"Thank you for accepting her into the pack," his nephew said, "When you saw Daenerys for the first time, was that why you didn't hesitate to accept her? Because she is my family?"

"It's not only that, Jon," he gently said, "Do you remember what I told you before? About giving another chance?"

He nodded, "That sometimes what's left behind can grow into something better if they are given the chance."

"Precisely, and you both are solid proof of that. You and Daenerys showed the people of the North that we can break the hatred towards other kinds, I hope that the South can get that message too, seeing that they have been nothing but dramatic as of late," he smirked at the last part. Ned wanted to say more, that he wanted Jon to be King with Daenerys as his queen. But he didn't want to put so much pressure on the cub.

Jon nodded in understanding, "I understand, Father."

Ned was a bit surprised that he still called him that. But he let it slide, "Now, son. That's all I want to say, go back to her, it's rude to keep a female waiting."

He laughed, "Aye, she's quite impatient sometimes." And he turned to leave him alone.

Ned sighed, happy for his nephew. He went back to check the scroll he left on his desk, the Alpha unrolled it and began to read.

Scanning the content, his eyes widened. The rest of the words feels a blur to him but the one that stood out to him was, Robert is dead. Killed by a savage warthog.

The Alpha Stark leaned his back on his chair, trying to comprehend what he read again. Nothing changes the fact that his friend is dead, and the one who will rule the Seven realms, for now, is his son Joffrey. But Ned knows better, the lion cub is probably manipulated by the old lion, Tywin.

He must tell Benjen and Barristan. This is not good news, it may mean three things: one, the lions may be after Daenerys. Two, the North's defense must intensify. And three….oh gods, he hates this one.

The last one is that Jon may need to leave the pack.

I hope the reveal is not too fast or rushed. I don't want this fic to be too long either.

Dany's dreams are coming to a mean, and our lovebirds getting closer than ever ^^

Hope y'all like it! As always, the last feedbacks were coming really positive! Thank you so much, please keep them coming! It's one of the reasons why I wrote this again.

Next up, the Running of the Pack. I can't wait for this part!

Till next time!

Claire.