Hi all! Sorry for the long wait, have been busy with some of my side hustles and looking for a new job. So that got me distracted.

Anyways, here's a new one!

Illyrio wasn't japing when he said that he was going to make him the lead runner for his business. He half expected that he had to outrun someone to prove himself, but thanks to Ser Barristan, he actually saved the time for it. Did he speak to Illyrio on his account because of his request? Or did he deliberately speak highly of him so that he's on track with his training?

Either way, he got the job.

They brought them to some kind of plantation field further away from the city. Jon was a little more cautious when they are not in the presence of guards, but at the same time, he didn't feel safe when they were with them. Years from being called a bastard and resented by everyone taught him to take care of himself and that he must live to serve the pack and not pervert that status.

But now, perhaps he shouldn't think too much about it. For the people guarding the plantations and servants there didn't really pay him any mind, and welcomed him as they would for their masters. Jon felt a little awkward for these new gestures, but it seems he's going to have to get used to it.

"Here we are," Illyrio exclaimed excitedly, gesturing the plantation, "These are how we get our spices, and as for the deliveries," he led them to a house where there are big baskets bundled and ready to go, they nearly filled the whole place, "We stash them all here, waiting to be delivered."

Jon was surprised to see that all these spices aren't delivered yet. Will it go bad if they are not sold quickly? No wonder the fat man is desperate for a runner.

"Now, this is the part where I need your mighty form to lead," Illyrio led them outside the warehouse but a little further where there is another path that looks like it's leading out to another town, "I'd like you to lead the team."

"Oh," Jon blinked, "But I don't know the way to the other town."

"Don't worry about that," Illyrio brushed it off, "We have someone who will guide you," he gestured to someone who dressed like those carriage owners back at Winterfell, except they are more accustomed for the hot weather. There is an elderly man on a wide carriage held by four horses and filled with barrels of spices, he looked as if he wasn't from around here, as if from Westeros, "This is Jorah Mormont, the one who has been helping me deliver my goods."

Mormont? Jon knew that name! For Ser Rodrik's form was from them! His hand fell to the pommel of his sword, "Jorah Mormont? What is he doing here?" he felt anger surge in him.

"Peace, my prince," Illyrio halted, "After he was banished, I took him under my wing and he is now my humble servant. He was stripped out of his form. You needn't worry if he'll betray us, and even if he does, I'm certain you will take care of it."

Everywhere I go, there are still hidden enemies around, Jon growled, still unable to feel secure.

"Son, calm down," Ser Barristan placed a hand on his shoulder, "So long as he cannot shift, he will not be a threat to us."

Jon snorted, "I'll be the judge of that," he walked up to the carriage where Jorah sat, he didn't look surprised nor tense to see him. He's just unreadable, but he looked like he truly had been stripped of all his titles, "Jorah Mormont?"

"Aye," he said, "You must be of the North? Your voice says otherwise."

"Aye," Jon nodded, "I am his new lead runner."

"I see," he nodded, "We haven't had one for a while. But tell me, why is a Northerner in a place like this with a Kingsguard?" He looked up to Ser Barristan standing beside Jon.

"Same state as you but different circumstances," he simply said.

"I see," he huffed, "No matter, welcome to my world now. Enjoy the life of banishment as I do now."

Jon clenched his fist, wanting to just beat this man up. No wonder he's banished, he has the behavior of a spy all over him. What if he works for Tywin?

"Calm down, lad. I'll keep an eye on him," Ser Barristan whispered to his ear, "Let's just focus on putting your strength to the test, eh?"

The young White Wolf had no choice but to comply, "Yes, Sir."

"Now, my lad," Illyrio broke the tension, "Let's see what you are made of, alright? Here, I'll have you stand right in front of the rest here, in your form, of course."

Jon huffed, knowing that he has to shift now. He let Ser Barristan take Blackfyre as he shifted into his wolf form, it felt a lot more natural now that he turned. His dragon form must've eased his transformation.

Lucky for his form, the carriage looked like it won't be much of a bother for him. Illyrio's employees then surrounded him and placed his vest around his neck, helping him to pull the carriage. He stood right in front of the horses, but they look like they are mere animals. Jon eyed them, they don't look like the servants back home, for they have collars. He might need to speak with him about this.

"Now," the fat man climbed up the carriage, "Why don't we try to take a small run to the next town just for a test, I'd like to see how fast you can run."

That phrase gave a spark in him. This was the moment he was waiting for, to prove his running. The horses may be able to run, but they don't know how to run without a leader. They have positioned him a few feet ahead of them, making it easier for him to stretch as far as possible.

"You might want to hang on," Ser Barristan grunted as he sat back at the carriage.

"Alright," Jorah grunted without really taking it in, to which the White Wolf took note, "Let's see what you're made of, lad. GO!"

And before the former shifter could even breathe, Ghost had already pulled that carriage with all his might, jerking the carriage back and signaling the horses to gallop after the huge white wolf.

The White Wolf had waited for this moment, to prove his speed and determined to show all his strength. During the Running, he fought to be accepted. Now, he fought not only for his pack and family but to prove his worth. To give him everything he got.

Dany is left at home when Jon, Ser Barristan, and Illyrio said that they are going to inspect her husband's strength to work. She wanted to join them, but her morning sickness kicked in, which prevents her from even following them.

At first, she tried to reassure Jon that she'll be alright alone, but now after he left, her confidence began to shrink. The silver girl has grown accustomed to the presence of the white wolf that alone seems so foreign now.

Or perhaps, she's not exactly alone.

After discovering the cubs in her belly, she gained this new habit of ghosting her hand on her stomach now, just caressing it gently.

She is with babes, Jon's cubs. Her cubs. Their cubs. The product of their love, as Jon said. Long ago, the concept of having babes scared her so much. But now, with Jon's reassuring words, she felt so grateful that she met him. She knew that he will be a great father.

She lay her head on the bed, and closed her eyes, sighing in content. She pictured two healthy cubs, children who look like them, just with different sets of color. They will be dragonwolves, just like their father. And the living proof that the wolf and dragon can live in harmony.

"My lady," a knock came through the door along with a voice, "I've got your herbal tea and bread."

Dany opened her eyes, "Come in."

The door opened and a servant with brown skin and curl hair entered, when Dany saw her, her eyes noticed a collar around her neck. The Dragon frowned, is she a slave? "I was told by your husband to prepare something warm for you."

Oh, Jon, even when he's away, he's always doing his best to look after her, "Thank you."

The servant or slave smiled and placed the tray of tea and bread beside the table on the bed.

The scent of bread immediately hit her nose. Oh gods, ever since her transformations, everything just amplified. Even the nauseous in her belly. "Sorry," she gave an apologetic look to the servant and ran off to the bath chambers, finding a chamber pot and just vomiting all the contents in her stomach.

"My lady," the servant called behind her, "Are you alright?"

Dany wasn't able to answer her as she threw up again, making her hard to even breathe as she forced everything out of her stomach.

Eventually, when the eruption in her belly ceased, she finally kneeled down in exhaustion. The cubs are definitely healthy.

"My lady," the servant called again when she looked up, she had a towel for her, "here."

Dany took the offer, taking the towel, "Thank you….emmm…."

"Missandei," she smiled.

She nodded, "Thank you, Missandei." She then wiped her mouth.

"Was the food this morning stale?" She asked with concern, "Oh no, I've given them to the Magister as well…."

"No, no, the meal you prepared for us was wonderful," she grunted, trying to get up. Missandei helped her to stand, "It's just me."

"Are you unwell?" She guided her back to the bed and helped her sit on the bed.

"Kind of," she hesitantly said, not wanting to let the presence of her cubs known yet, "Probably from the new environment we have to live now. I am used to the cold, not the heat."

"Shall I fetch a Maester?"

"No no, I'm fine, Missandei, truly," she quickly said, if anyone outside their internal connections knows that she's pregnant, the Lion's spies could hear, she's not going to risk the lives of the gift Jon gave them both. She swore that they'll never experience what she had to endure, "It must've been my body adjusting to my new home. Don't worry about me."

"Ahh, I see," she hummed understanding, then she went to one of the wardrobes and took a clean sheet of the towel and placed it on the table, "Well then, let me know if you need anything from me. I'll be happy to serve you."

"Thank you, Missandei," she smiled before she turned curious, "Missandei, does the Magister treat you…..well….a slave?"

"Oh, I was bought but only to serve him," she said with a genuine smile as she walked towards the bathroom again and came back out with the towel she used to wipe her mouth from her recent vomit, "I'm not paid, but I'm given a place to stay. So that's all I needed."

"Were you homeless?" She asked kindly, not wanting to offend her.

"No," she shook her head, "I was taken from a faraway place and I had no parents. The place I was sold at gave me shelter but not well treatments, so when the Magister bought me, I was forever grateful to be able to serve him and still am now."

"I see," she felt sorry that she was a captive, "Where were you from?"

"Naath, my Lady," she said, "It's a far place."

"And you were taken?"

She nodded, "I don't remember much about my childhood but the place I was taken away to. I was but a little girl."

"Did the Magister treat you well?" she needs to know. After witnessing how people were treated, she can't bear to see another one. Especially if it turns out the person serving her is under the same treatment.

"Oh no, My lady. Thankfully, the Magister wasn't like any other slave owners I've heard from," she said, Dany didn't catch any hints of lies, so she must be telling the truth, "Any guests of the Magister, I will be happy to serve."

"You are very kind, Missandei," Dany said sincerely, "Were there others like you?"

"There were," she said sadly, "But I do not know where they are now. I just pray that they were all bought by a kind master like mine."

Dany finds that she didn't like the word 'bought', especially towards a human being. It's like there isn't any humanity in those words. But she had to keep her composure, "I hope they do too."

"You are very generous, my Lady," Missandei said as she folded the dirty towel in her hands, "Well, I shall leave to tend to my chores, let me know if you need anything, my Lady."

"You are very kind, Missandei," Dany smiled at her, happy that she can start anew without anyone knowing who she really is, "Thank you for your help."

The servant of Naath bowed, "You are most welcome, My Lady." And she turned to leave.

When she opened the door, Dany thought of something, "Oh, Missandei?"

She turned to her as the door opened. "Yes, My Lady?"

"Do you know anyone or a servant by the name of Kinvara?" Dany asked, if it's possible, she would like to ask about her transformations as a dragon. Is it safe for her to shift while pregnant?

"Kinvara?" Missandei blinked, "No my lady."

Of course, she'll erase her tracks, Dany silently sighed in defeat, seer pythons are always mysterious. She was hoping to have some directions from Kinvara or her friends (since she said 'we' before), "Or do you know any priests of this town? Red priests or priestess?"

"Well, there is a temple in town. But I've never really gone near that place," she said, "I'm not certain who or what they are, but I've seen them a couple of times in the market. So, I'm afraid I do not know enough information about them."

"I see," even they covered their tracks in public, just like Melisandre herself. She wondered now that they are here, what is the Python's next moves, "Alright, thank you for your information."

"If I may suggest, my lady," she turned to face her, "It's best not to be around that place, rumors said that they are not quite friendly."

"Oh, I see," Dany decided not to tell about her experience meeting not one but two of them, perhaps it's best she keeps that a secret too, "I'll keep that in mind, thank you Missandei."

She nodded, "My pleasure." And at that, she left the room.

Dany wondered if they were to visit that temple, will people feel suspicious? But perhaps it's best not to ponder on that decision, after all, the seer python shifters can only be found when they want to be found.

For now, she'll just have to do whatever she can to keep her cubs and Jon safe.

"That was splendid!" Ser Barristan clapped his shoulder as they finished deliveries at the end of the day. Ghost was a ball of a spitfire at his running that the logistics were on time and faster, even the stallions were following his lead to gallop with their strength. They finished in the afternoon, parking the carriage and sat on a carriage, waiting for the magister to finish the accounts of the spices, "I suppose I have Ser Rodrik and Benjen to thank."

"That takes care of payments at least," he said, "Please let my uncle know that my father doesn't have to send in any more money for the Magister." Even though Ned isn't his biological father, it's still strange to think that he's not. After all, he was the one who raised him.

"I'll see what I can do," he said, "Luckily your fur is also trimmed. Makes it easier for people to think that you are no direwolf."

"Are there any other direwolves out here?"

"There are wolves, aye. But not the same species as you, I'm afraid. They have less fur, but with the environment we are in now, perhaps your body might be able to come to terms with the new place and make it adaptable for you."

"You mean, I won't look like my old form."

"Perhaps," he said, "I'm not certain with your species, but for my case, my form had to adjust with the environment of Winterfell."

"You did?" Jon never really noticed the small changes, perhaps since he had been around them for quite a while.

"Oh yes, my mane and pelt had to grow longer and darker than I looked," he chuckled, "Trust me, I looked older but that was so that I can feel warmer. I'm certain my form will adjust again to this heat."

"I see," he hummed, he had learned in his lessons that some species changed their forms to adjust with their environment, but he rarely saw it happen, "I just hope my pelt isn't noticeable," after all, he's an albino wolf. That's why his uncle Benjen was able to spot him during the running.

"Perhaps we can help dust your fur so that it'll look darker," he chuckled, "But so far, I don't think the spies would even know that you are running in the rural area of the town, so do not worry. Spies are more likely to be in town than places like this," the Old Knight turned to the horizon, seeing the wide landscape of lush green and vegetations, "Quite a beautiful place isn't it."

Jon nodded, "You can't really find this in Winterfell."

"Aye, it's basically Summer every day," he chuckled, "You don't have to think about storing food for the winter."

"That's good," he murmured. Summer every day doesn't sound so bad, they'd be more flexible.

Ser Barristan then stood up, "Come along now," he said, "It looks like the Magister will be running late, I want to train you and Daenerys right away."

"Do we have to?" Jon frowned, he just finished working.

"The faster we get back, the faster you can rest, and then we train," he said, "You don't want to keep your lady waiting now, do you."

Jon shook his head, "No, Ser."

"Now, come along," he said, "I shall speak with Illyrio, and we'll take a horse and head back ourselves."

"You don't want us to use our forms?"

"Careful now, we do not want to attract unwanted attention because of our pelts, do we?"

"Right," Sometimes he wishes his pelt isn't white at all. Will there be a time where they all can shift freely without looking back at their shoulders? "Speaking of things getting known, when do you think it's the right time to tell Illyrio about Dany's pregnancy."

"Hmm, give it a couple of days and that should be alright," he stated, "I do not want anyone to know that she is with a child just yet until Varys properly leaves Essos. Remember lad, even the walls have ears."

He nodded, "I understand."

When Jon and Ser Barristan returned, the White Wolf immediately went to find Dany, eager to know about her condition and his cubs. When he arrived at their room, he found that it's empty. The bed looks like someone slept there but otherwise, nothing else seemed suspicious.

"She's out at the beach, my Lord," a voice said, coming from the bathroom.

Jon found a rather slim young lady, probably the same age as Dany, walking out of their bathroom with a few towels and cleaning articles. "Pardon me?"

"Lady Daenerys is at the beach," she turned towards the balcony, "she just vomited a couple of minutes ago. Said she wanted to get some fresh air."

Jon didn't know that her sickness could "Thank you, lady…."

"Missandei," she turned back to him, "I indirectly volunteered myself to serve her should she feel ill again."

She must've found her vomiting. "Thank you very much, Missandei," Jon said, "How long has she been sick?"

"Just this morning after you left, My Lord," she answered, "She had been vomiting but insisted that she's fine."

She's always like that, he thought. But the fact that she didn't mention her pregnancy tells him that Dany didn't reveal anything about it.

"If I may ask, My Lord…" she then asked.

"Yes?"

"Is she perhaps….with child?" speak of the devil, this made Jon a little nervous but he tried his best to keep his composure, "I have only seen symptoms like this before, but only the vomiting part. So, I'm uncertain."

So, she's not a shifter, he concluded. His scent told him that she's with a child whenever he's near her. Ser Barristan's age-restricted his sharp senses, so he understood why he couldn't sense it yet. It seems that she learned it by experience, which is good when the cubs are born. Perhaps Dany could use some help with the cubs.

Jon decided that they are going to talk about this with Dany whether to reveal her pregnant state to Missandei, "Alright, I'll ask her later. But if you will, please do not reveal this suspicion to anyone. I'm certain that it's nothing."

Missandei nodded, luckily she didn't ask any questions about it, just her safety, "If that's the case, I'll give her the proper meal to care for her pregnancy. Just in case, of course."

"Thank you very much," Jon smiled at her.

"It is my pleasure," she said before leaving the room.

The White Wolf then went to the balcony, trying to find any signs of his wife. His eyes then caught her silver shining hair swaying at the beach. She looked like she's dipping her feet at the waters. Jon immediately climbed off the balcony and landed outside the house, then he walked in her direction.

From her back, she can see how slender her body is. For him, every angle of hers is always beautiful. It won't be long until her body will be carrying their growing cubs, and she will still remain beautiful as always. He could not help but smile, waiting for that day to come. She'd be a wonderful mother.

When Jon got closer, the ocean water touches his feet, sending sloshing sounds. This made Dany turn her head back, when she noticed him, she smiled and walked to him, "You're home."

"Aye," he said, hugging her with an arm and kissing her forehead, "I missed you."

"And I you, Jon," she kissed his cheek, "How was your test?"

"All managed," he said, "I felt like I was back in that training with Ser Rodrik again."

"I take it that they are impressed then," she looked at him with a smile.

"Aye," Jon then kissed her lips, "I got the job."

"That's wonderful, Jon," Dany beamed.

"Aye, that takes care of money," his mouth hovered to her head, "Missandei told me your stomach isn't cooperating again," he trailed his hand to her still flat belly.

"Yes," she placed her hand on his and rubbed it with her thumb, "I think your cubs really can't wait to come out."

"So do I," he smiled, "Missandei suspected that you are pregnant."

"She's clever for a servant," she hummed.

"Do you think we can trust her?" Jon asked, come to think of it, she may need extra help when her belly is grown already. And when he's working, there is a less likely chance that he could be at her side all the time.

"I don't know, but I don't want to reveal anything to anyone yet," she mumbled, hugging him, "I'm scared Jon."

"Hey, we'll be alright."

"What if someone comes after us and our babes?"

"Listen to me, Dany," he brought her chin up so that he can meet her violet eyes, "We are dragons, and I happen to be both a wolf and a dragon. We can protect ourselves, Magister Illyrio's place has the most secluded place, no one will come after us. And if they do, I'll hunt any men who dare to harm our family. I'm certain Ser Barristan would say the same too."

Dany looked to the side, processing what he just said. Jon's determination burned like fire, the dragon has finally awoken. Moments later, she was nodding, "Alright."

Jon placed his lips on her head, "We'll be alright," he murmured, "Just like before, as long as we are together, we can overcome it."

He felt her nuzzling his chest, "I just want us all to live in peace."

"So do I, Dany," he murmured, holding her as if his life depends on it.

They were quiet for a moment, just letting the sound of waves take away their anxieties, and the warm sunlight enveloping their bodies.

"We never had this view in Winterfell," Jon decided to break the silence.

"That's because it's always snow," she laughed, before looking up at him, "Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," he confessed, "but I like it here too. It's a new change, a good one too. The beach is more beautiful than I imagined."

"I can imagine our cubs just running with you here," she looked at the golden sand that slowly has the ocean cover them, "You'd be training them just like how Benjen and Ser Rodrik trained you."

"Aye," he can imagine him running together with the cubs, Dany on his back, and the cubs running together beside him. What a wonderful sight it would be, "We never really thought about names."

"Well, their appearance in my belly is quite unexpected too. So, we never really thought about it," she laughed.

"Aye, that's true," he chuckled, "Do you have anything in mind?"

Dany hummed, clearly having something, "If it's a boy, I was thinking to name him after your father."

"Rhaegar?" Jon looked at her.

She nodded, her eyes filled with determination as well, "And your uncle Eddard Stark," Jon could see how much his father/uncle means a lot to her. Of course, after all, it was he who accepted her into the pack instead of throwing her to the Lions.

"Rhaegar Eddard Stark-Targaryen," Jon tried to say their future son's name, it rolls smoothly, and he finds it nice say it, "I like it. The name of a dragon and a wolf."

"A union that wolves and dragons can live in peace. He will be that symbol," she added with love and passion, "The cub who has everything his own father has. His honor, his bravery, his curly hair," she teasingly ruffled his hair, making him laugh, "your strong Northern feature and a shade of violet in his eyes, a proof of a Targaryen as well."

"With your spirit to protect his family," Jon could see him with his hair and Dany's eyes and smile, his heart swells with so much love at that picture, "And what if he's a she?"

"We're getting twins, right?" Dany chuckled, "So if his sibling is a girl…..I'd like to name her Lyanna Arya Stark-Targaryen."

"My mother and sister?" Jon felt amused by this, she really thought this through. She is naming their future daughter after the people of his family. She really is determined to prove to the world their peaceful union.

She nodded, "The mother who gave birth to you, and the sister who did not hesitate to accept me even though we just met."

Jon couldn't help but laugh. His sister was always into dragons, that's the only reason why she was so ready to accept her that day. But at the same time, it's a good thing she did. "It's a good thing Arya loves the Targaryens."

"Yes, it is," she giggled, "She talked non-stop about them when we had our lessons together."

"I bet she was the entertainer in your lessons," Jon imagined their lessons would always be amusing whenever Arya was around, for she was more vocal when it comes to something she loves and hates, which was why when they had council about Dany's acceptance, she had no problem taking their side. "Then I hope," he added, rubbing her belly with his hand, "That our daughter has a lot of you in her," he said, "She'd be a perfect tiny version of you. A Valyrian beauty with the name of a Stark."

"And she'll have your eyes too," Dany added, "A combination of the North and Valyria."

"They'll be a generation of a new time," he said before finally kissing her lips, "I can't wait to meet our cubs."

"Me too," she mumbled between their kisses, "I love them already."

He then tucked her head under his chin as usual, while his hand kept caressing her flat belly, "I love you all so much."

Jon and Dany decided to rest in the shades under the tree and stare up at the blue sky, the same way they did back at Winterfell, except now, it's during the day. Dany had had enough being cooped in the house and would like more fresh air. But the wolf inside him can sense there is something else bothering her.

Ever since they moved here, all their usual lessons were relieved. Meaning that their schedule is way more flexible than before….well, save for Jon since now he has a job.

As for Dany, she's not the type of person who would do nothing. Jon noticed that back in Winterfell, she always has something to do, even if it's not of her expertise, she'd do anything to learn everything. His father Ned must've meant every one of his words when he said that he wanted her to learn, and Jon loved that she always did everything she can to explore. He has his uncle to thank.

But at the same time, this habit of hers has taken a toll on her boredom. She was used to doing something, not nothing.

"Do you think the Magister would allow lessons here?" she turned to ask.

"I don't like it if you are alone with him, Dany," he frowned, people with business always want something in return. Jon isn't sure yet, but he's still suspecting him that he could take advantage of Dany. And there's no way he wants him to advantage of her, especially with her state now.

"We can trust him, right?"

"Mayhaps," he grumbled lowly, "But I still don't like it if you are alone with him."

"I can take care of myself, Jon," she sounds a little disappointed, "Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm weak. I'm not a child."

"Dany, that's not what I meant," he turned to look at her, "I've dealt with people like him before, and he's not the type of person who would do something lest he has a reward in return."

His mate quirked her brow up, "You're not jealous, are you?"

"What?" Jon sat up in disbelief at her conclusion.

She couldn't help but laugh, "You're afraid that I'll run away with him, aren't you?"

"Dany…." He warned.

"Alright, alright, I understand," she said, "I for one know what it's like to wander around without a family member beside me in the streets."

Jon felt embarrassed that he had indirectly made her remember her dreadful days as a beggar, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she looked at him in content, "But….I don't want to do nothing all day. I want to be useful too, to help as much as I can. I'm probably just less than a moon with babes, so I'm still myself before I was pregnant."

"I see," Jon could understand that she too wants to help, this was always her habit back in Winterfell. A part of him is glad that she wants to learn and venture out to the unknown, but another part of him fears for her safety too. He doesn't really trust the Magister, so perhaps someone else could teach her or something, "What if Ser Barristan teaches you?" Now, that old man, he can trust. He may be old, but his fighting skills is still there.

"But what can he teach me?"

"We'll just have to find out when we train with him later," he said, "I'm sure he's alright with it."

"You want me to give you lessons? What do you think are we doing now?" Ser Barristan swung his wooden sword and Jon managed to block it.

The three of them went to their usual hills. Due to Jon's little defeat with the Old Knight, he decided to give him a few exercises on those. Running can be trained later since he had done that for his job.

"I meant teaching book lessons," he replied but that caught him off-guard and the Old Knight managed to disarm him, "Dany still wanted to learn."

"You know, I would've scolded you that you are letting your guard down, but it seems that this particular topic is serious to you, isn't it?"

"Aye, Dany requested it, actually," he looked at his mate, now a Dragon, learning to glide from one end to another, "She doesn't like it when she's not doing anything."

"I'll be honest, I do not know what to teach her," he took the dropped wooden sword and handed it back to Jon, "All I've mastered all these years are politics and training."

"Well, politics has something to do with markets and history," Jon took the wooden sword and twirled it around, "Perhaps you can teach her that too?"

"I doubt the Magister has those kinds of books," he said, "However, perhaps he may have something about bookings and accountings. I'm not certain, but he is a man of business. So, instead of learning from books, why not she help with keeping track of that fat man's reports? Perhaps be his assistant?"

Jon thought of it, in his lessons, he had learned a few things about it. But to be honest, he didn't really take much note of it. Although it's a great idea, this means that she'll have to deal with that fat man, making him frown to that realization, "I don't like it when she's alone."

"Wow, you Starks," Ser Barristan said sarcastically, "I know that you wolves protect one another but I never thought to this extent."

"I'm just worried about her," he jumped to his defense, "She's pregnant and may not be able to shift after a moon later."

"I understand," he huffed, "A father worries just as any mother would. If it'll make you feel better, should she take that job, I can be by her side as she works. But this will mean that I can't watch you lead the runners."

Jon thought about it. Ser Barristan used to stick around with him for his jobs, but he can shift both into a wolf and a dragon, whilst Dany, in her pregnant state, has questioned whether shifting or in the face of danger could harm the cubs in her belly.

Perhaps that option could work, "Aye, I have no problem with that, if you are fine with it."

"Aye, I am. Your father used to do the same thing for Queen Rhaella when she was pregnant with young Daenerys," he turned towards the oceans as if looking for the piece of land of Westeros., "But unlike Aerys, you are a caring husband, just like your own father. He too was worried when Princess Elia was giving birth to her babes, he'd stay by her side like a guard dog."

"Did he?" Jon was amused by this knowledge. Hearing a part of the story about his father enlightened him, perhaps he should speak with Ser Barristan more often about him.

"Aye," he said, "You have his concern, to his family and to the realm. Which was why I was supporting your father, I knew he would be a great king."

Jon nodded sadly, "I'm certain he would."

"And now," he raised the wooden sword and looked at him seriously, "You shall take his place."

"We've been through this, Ser Barristan. I won't be King, Robb will," how many times must he tell the Old Knight that he doesn't want to be King.

"Well, let's just prepare you to be one, shall we?" he added, "The least you can do if you perhaps would like to work closely with your brother as a hand of the King, is to be the warrior that the realm needs."

Jon sighed and raised his wooden sword as well. That he can agree with. But ruling? He was never trained to rule but to serve. Besides, who wants him to be King?

That night, before going to bed, the couples spoke about Dany's potentially new role in Illyrio's business. The training that afternoon was truly grilling that all they wanted to do was rest. That's why the idea of Dany having a job didn't cross their minds and the White Lion could sense it too, so he said nothing on the journey back and during dinner.

"So, you want me to track the books of the spices?" Dany looked at him quizzically as they lay together in bed.

"Aye, experience in a better teacher," he said, "Ser Barristan suggested that."

"Hmmm, I don't know. I only learned a few of those back in Winterfell…."

"I'm certain that you'll do fine," he gave her a kiss on her cheek, "maybe one day you can open your own market once you learned enough from Illyrio."

Dany looked up to him and smiled, "You have so much faith in me."

"Just a bit," he grinned, earning a smack to his arm, making him chuckle, "So, will you take that job?"

"I think I will," she said with confidence, "Better to have my mind turning than to do nothing."

"Alright, let's speak with Ser Barristan and Illyrio tomorrow about this. See if he is alright that he is by your side from now on," "Which reminds me, I heard from one of the workers of Illyrio that there will be a festival in the next few days. Care to join me?"

"Oh, is it safe for us?" Dany is unsure about these things. Back in Winterfell, she was always insecure because every time a guest spotted her, they'd immediately recognize her as the Dragon cub. What if there is not any different here and that she'll be easily recognized?

Jon nodded, "We can cover your hair just like when you did that back at Winter Town," he said, "No one will recognize you."

"Are you certain?" she looked at him skeptically.

"Positive," he smiled, "Besides, you will be wearing Essosi clothing, you can blend in perfectly."

"Alright, I accept," she sighed, her wolf is always finding ways to have fun, "But you're going to have to trim your hair and beard for it."

Jon looked at her dumbfoundedly, "What?"

"I observed the men here either had barely any beard or few," she said, "Which means, you are going to have to blend in with them too."

"Am I supposed to feel offended that you are looking at other men?" Jon pouted like a boy, making Dany giggle. He's such a jealous wolf.

"I'm doing this for your safety too," she smiled with her teeth showing.

"Fine, deal. An eye for an eye it is," he said darkly, to which Dany picked up. But what she didn't pick up is that he had flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head, making her gasp, "In the meantime, I'd like to remind you that your eyes can only be for me."

"My, aren't you my jealous wolf," she grinned before letting out a moan when suddenly his hand found its way to thumb her covered nipple. It turns out, that her pregnant state has also amplified her sensitive parts too, and she's shuddering already.

"Aye," he growled, "And like any wolves, I don't intend to share what's mine. And neither should you. You are mine as I am yours. Nothing can change that fact."

Dany shudders at his words, feeling excited that her husband's voice could be so commanding and caring at the same time. Letting her instincts take over, she wrapped her legs around his waist, "Show me I belong to you, my husband."

Her love grinned like the wolf he is, his teeth gleaming in the light of the candle, "As my mate commands," and he kissed her passionately, digging his tongue deep into her mouth, ready to make love again.

"Well, this is quite unusual, isn't it?" Illyrio scratched the back of his head, "I never thought that the both of you would like to work for me." In the morning, the couples found themselves in the same situation as the day before, this time in Damy's case.

"I just want to do something useful," Dany said, "I used to have all these lessons with the Maesters and would like to give it a test."

"Well, I don't see anything wrong with that," Illyrio rubbed his chin, "It's just perhaps it's quite a long job to do, my Lady. I'm not certain that you will like it."

"Like it or not, I'd like to learn," she stated firmly, "With Jon's help making your logistics faster and leading your team, I think you are going to really need all the help when profit is coming in fast." Jon was amazed at her determinations and the words she used to convince the fat man, Dany's lessons were with Arya and Bran and yet the words she managed to articulate are way more flawless than his. His father is right to give her all the lessons she can take and he gave a silent thanks for him.

"You do have a point," he said with amusement, "Well then, I like your way of thinking for business, my Lady. You pick up the circumstances fast. I'd be glad to have you helping me, but unfortunately, I can't have you work with your husband because the book keepings are in this house. Usually, the invoices arrive here in the morning, and I'd do it here to bring it to the warehouse again."

"That wouldn't be a problem," Dany stated, "I'll be alright staying here."

"Very well then," Illyrio clapped, "Welcome aboard, my dear. I shall be showing the ropes in this spice business."

"Thank you," Dany smiled.

Jon glanced at Ser Barristan, who is standing by the wall, he gave him a silent plea to intervene with her decision, to which the old Knight picked up and nodded, "I'll be staying with her as well," he announced, "I'd like to borrow her for some time for her own extra training with me," he said, "And I'll be expecting a few messages from Westeros this week and after, so I'd like to be here when they arrive."

"That wouldn't be a problem," Illyrio said, "And with Jon's help delivering the spices, I won't be at home more often, so perhaps a companion will help for our Lady."

The Old Knight nodded, "Fair enough."

"Well then, that settles it," he clapped, "Alright then, let's get it started, shall we? My Lady, I shall show you the books of my spices."

It's not much, but this will do it. Sorry, I haven't been up for a while, but I hope this will suffice!

I've always wanted Jon/Ghost to lead a pack even if they are not wolves. But that's what leadership is all about lead the team!

As for Dany, she's not the type of person who'd do nothing. Even pregnant, she'd like to do something.

I know that Illyrio was a douche in the books, but after watching my cousin and brother playing Resident Evil 8, I can't help but think that duke is Illyrio hahahaa both neutral to politics, but is it for profits. So I made him a little bit more like Duke.

Anyways, thanks for sticking around to read! I'm sorry I haven't been active, my jobs and side hustles got in the way, I hope you'll understand.

With that said, I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Take care!

Claire