Here's the next one! I'm not good with baby scenes, but I hope it suffices.

Enjoy!

Jon never thought he could ever be a father.

He once swore that he will never father a bastard, nor even have one.

And yet, when he arrived and saw his beautiful twins, he took back his words. He had seen little cubs before, but to have one of his own is another matter entirely.

These two cubs came from him and his mate, two beautiful babes carrying their blood.

Jon watched in awe as Dany nursed little Rhaegar in her arms, his mate kept a watchful eye on him as the cub suckled peacefully.

In his arms, little Lyanna began to open her mouth for something too, pressing her little mouth on his chest. He chuckled lightly, "Ah, wrong mother, sweetheart."

Dany looked up at him and saw their young daughter was also in need of nursing, she extended her arm, "Give her to me."

Jon complied, handing over their daughter, and helped her push aside her shift. The Father of the twins hesitated seeing how his mate must nurse two hungry cubs, "Can you do it?"

She nodded, sweat trickling down her forehead, her husband helped wipe it away, tucking her hair behind her ear, "Yes," she hummed as little Lyanna suckled quitely too, "Nothing I can't do for these two."

He nodded in relief and watched as their cubs fed, "They are so wonderful."

Dany looked down as well, "I believe your son has your hair," she noted at their son's small tuff of black hair, "I think he has your nose too."

Jon chuckled, "And Lyanna has yours," he noted, "Soon, she'll grow up to be like you."

"And you," she looked at him lovingly, "They'll grow up to be shifters, strong and brave like their father."

Jon kissed her forehead, "Smart and compassionate like their mother," he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, "I love you all very much."

Dany laid her head on his shoulder, "And I you."

They stayed like that for a while before a call broke from outside, "Lord Jon, Lady Daenerys," It's Missandei, "Ser Barristan would like to see you."

Jon looked at his wife, seeing if she was ready to receive visitors. She nodded, then called back, "Let him in."

The tent's flap opened and in came their old mentor, "My Prince, My Princess," he bowed.

"Ser Barristan," Dany smiled widely, "I'm so glad that you are alright," Jon forgot that the last time she saw him was when he was taken down by the Dothraki.

The old man nodded, "Nothing I can't handle," he chuckled lightly, "Doreah told me about the babes," he said enthusiastically as a grandparent to their child.

Jon moved away a little for him to see, "Come and meet them."

The old knight walked slowly towards them, and saw their two cubs suckling peacefully, "By the gods, I'll be damned," he said proudly, "This is quite an occasion, it isn't every day a prince and princess is born at the same time," he then looked at their parents, "You're to be congratulated."

Jon nodded, "Thank you very much, Ser Barristan."

"We should thank you too, Ser Barristan," Dany said weakly, as she held the twins in her arms, "For keeping us safe all this time."

Ser Barristan gave her a warm smile, "If anything, I think you managed very well without me," he then turned to Jon, "Especially you, Jon."

Jon shook his head in embarrassment, "I couldn't have gone this far without your encouragement and guidance, Ser," he said.

"However, you managed to take down the Alpha by yourself," Ser Barristan noted, "Now, this tribe will follow your lead, and that's what I'd like to discuss with you both a bit."

Dany then turned to him in amazement, "You did?" Doreah did tell her about the challenge of Alphas, she had forgotten all about it.

Jon nodded, "I'm the leader of this Dothraki tribe now," he said, "But I do not know where to lead them, and where must we go first."

"Perhaps we can lead them out of the Dunes and a safer place out of this Red Waste," Ser Barristan suggested, "The Dunes isn't a safe place for your cubs, and so it is for the rest of us," the couples turned to each other and back at their mentor, "From what I was told by these Dothrakis here, they were traveling across to find nesting grounds, avoiding rivalry tribes."

"You mean, there are more than just these tribes?" Jon asked, his heart sinking at the thought of having to deal with even more Dothrakis.

He nodded, "It is why they have been traveling a lot. And now that Daenerys here has given birth, we must find a place to lay low."

"Can't we go back to the manor?" Dany asked.

Their mentor shook his head, "I'm afraid not, Princess. For Lion's spies are already lurking around the city," this made Dany's breath hitch, "I am sorry, princess. But the manor is no longer safe for either of you."

Jon and Dany turned to each other in horror, the white wolf moved forward a little, "Then, what of Illyrio's manor?"

"Ser Jorah if he wants," he said, "But for now, he stays with us until we see it fit he goes."

Dany looked down, "Poor Illyrio, he had taken us in and…."

Ser Barristan shook his head, "Don't feel bad, my Princess. I recently found out that Illyrio is partially responsible for your kidnapping."

The couple's eyes opened wide at this revelation, "How?" She asked.

"Illyrio is obsessed with the prophecy of the Song of Ice and Fire," he said, "He believed that you two may just be the people mentioned in the tales and the songs."

Jon brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes, "Not this horse shit again," he murmured furiously.

He nodded, "And in doing so, he blabbered of your existence, and that's how the Dothrakis found you both."

"The Dothrakis know of the Song of Ice and Fire?"

"Not particularly, but they do have tales similar to that story."

"I see," he sighed.

The twins decided to break the tension and whimpered, Dany looked down to adjust the babes in her arms. Jon immediately reacted and took Lyanna in his arms, "I got her," Dany nodded and gently pats her son's side to calm him.

"Well, on the other hand, the birth of your twins overshadows the bad news," Ser Barristan broke the tension, "Lord Alpha Stark would be mighty proud of you two."

At the mention of his late uncle, Jon felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He wished he was here to meet them all, how much has gone. Please watch over us, father. Jon turned to their mentor, giving him a smile, "Thank you."

"What are their names?" he peered closer to look at the cubs.

"This is Rhaegar Eddard Stark Targaryen," Dany proudly said as she showed the babe in her arms to him, then she turned to the cub in Jon's arms, "And this is Lyanna Arya Stark Targaryen."

Ser Barristan chuckled lightly at the names, hearing Rhaegar and Lyanna's names must have rang an old memory in the old man.

"Those are beautiful names," the old knight stepped closer to see baby Lyanna in Jon's arms, "My, does she have the spitting image of her parents," his old eyes twinkled with joy, before turning to see their son, "Thank the gods they are well and healthy. Just wait until they know how to run and fly like their fathers."

Dany let out a weak laugh, "It'd be a wild chase, indeed."

"Nonetheless, congratulations you two," he said, "I'll take care of the Dothrakis here for now whilst you both rest."

Jon nodded, "Have Varys look for a place for us to shelter," he said, "We need to find a place where we can take refuge under the heating sun."

"At once, my prince," the old man said.

"Thank you, Ser Barristan."

The old mentor nodded and bowed, "Your Graces," he said without realizing the context of his phrase and left the tent.

Jon leaned back on the mountains of pillows for Dany and held his family closer to him, "I suppose you need to rest," he whispered to her.

"I can't sleep yet," she said, "I think I had enough sleep today, I've been dreaming a lot now."

"Well," he looked down at the babies, "This is a dream come true," he looked at the babes sleeping soundly, "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up."

Dany laughed lightly, and kissed her cub's little head, "This is definitely not a dream, my love." His mate looked at her babe with so much love and care.

"Thank goodness for that," he said, "For I fear to wake up if it is," he pulled Dany and Rhaegar closer to him, "Dany love," something has been bothering him since seeing her unconscious in this tent, "Did the Khal Drogo…..did he…" he couldn't finish his words.

And thank goodness she knew what she meant, and she shook her head, "Surprisingly, he was gentle and kind," she said, "He did not hurt me at all."

"Not even a scratch?" Jon asked in disbelief, where he had heard the stories of these savage tribes, and yet to hear that they are not what they've been told about sounds strange.

"No," she said, "If only things would turn out differently, perhaps he would have been a good ally," Dany sighed as she brought her son closer to her, the babe sleeping soundly, "What a cruel world we live in."

Jon could feel her sadness and hugged her closer to him, wanting to take her pain away. She has a good heart even if these people took her, he would have scolded her for being too empathic to these savage tribes. But seeing how they all respected her, he held his tongue. "I suppose that's the world that we must face together."

"And you're going to change it," a sudden voice appeared out of nowhere, startling the couples.

Jon traced the source and found that it was coming from…..the fire?

The fire suddenly grew a little bigger and the flames took the shape of an orange bird like a phoenix. And out of the flames came a lady in a familiar red dress, she looked at them proudly, "My, what a marvelous occasion."

"Kinvara!" Dany gasped, "What are you doing here?"

"The flame speaks of an awakening dragon, and I felt the change in the wind," she simply said, "I feel it in the flames, and I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth," her red eyes then glimpse at the young family, "I sensed it in the air," she stepped closer, "Of a new world."

"Enough riddles Kinvara," Jon authoritatively said, "What do you want?"

"Why to see how you all are doing, of course," She delightfully said, "The flames told me of your condition, my lady."

Dany blinked, "Me?"

She nodded, "Yes, your dragon bond with your husband is strong. It is why he was able to obtain the strength he needs to fight the Khal."

"That is absurd," Jon scoffed, tired of all this nonsense.

"Tell me then, my prince," Kinvara raised her chin up, "You were able to hear a voice in your head, did you not?"

He furrowed his brow, astounded by her findings, though at this point he shouldn't be. For he has known the power of these priestesses, "How did you…."

The Red Priestess chuckled, "When the seal is broken, the dragons inside call to each of you," she said, "And since you both are mates, and with cubs, their dragons called out for you. Thus, the bond of the dragons awakened."

"What does that mean?"

She lowered her head a bit, looking straight at him and Dany, "It means that the deep magic of the dragons has found its way to you two," she stated proudly, "The time of the Dragons has finally come again completely."

Jon and Dany did not know how to react to this. To think that they are being told as so-called chosen ones sounds absurd, a bedtime story. Jon opened his mouth, "I think you may be mistaken."

"On which part, my prince," she asked.

"We're not your heroes," he said.

"Is that what others have said to you or did the Dragon Dreams unclear?"

Dreams? Dany shifted where she sat, "What exactly is the Long Night?"

Jon turned to her in shock, "Dany?"

"When I was dreaming, I was in a throne room," she told them, "The room was filled with so many creatures of Essos and Westeros, and then I met Melisandre."

"What?" Jon looked at her in disbelief, "Was this recent?"

"Yes," She nodded, "She said that the Lions are the least of our worries, but the Long Night is. What is it exactly?"

"Hmmm, Melisandre does have a habit of speaking too much," Kinvara hummed, "No matter, the Long Night is a period where Westeros falls into chaos as they are not one, Azor Ahai was one of the Holy Dragons that brought the Dawn back from the Long Night. And now," she looked at them with a smile, "It seems that the Holy Dragons have chosen their champions."

"Meaning us?" Jon asked.

Kinvara did not nod or shake her head, only smiling, "When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt," she said.

The couple felt dumbfounded at the tale, staying silent.

"This is a new reality that you both must face, especially you, Jon Snow," Kinivara said to him with a slight hiss like a serpent, making the hairs behind his neck stand up, "You must choose between what is easy and what is right," the voice of his uncle Aemon rang in him as if sparking something new, "Kill the boy, Jon Snow, and let the man be born."

Jon shivered at her words. When she said Aemon's words, it was as if he could hear his voice from a thousand miles away. Her voice and his blended together like a song, ringing his bells.

But she is right.

The Red Priestess's cold stare faded and it changed into a smile, "Best you rest, my Prince and Princess. You need not think much about my tales, for you have two cubs to look after," she looked at the sleeping cubs with admiration, "Afterall, giving birth to two dragonwolves is not an easy process. Congratulations, your Graces. They are beautiful creatures," she turned back towards the fire and vanished within the flames, engulfing her whole body like a phoenix on fire.

Jon and Dany stared at the fire for a while as the fire subsided, thinking back on everything that she just said. "The priestesses always speak vaguely."

Jon huffed in annoyance, "Let's just forget all that and think of what must we all do next," he said, "It has been such trying times these days."

"Jon, are you alright?" She asked.

"Aye, why do you ask?"

"You fought Khal Drogo," she pointed out.

"And I won," he answered.

"It must have been a harsh battle," she said, "Are you hurt?"

"It's alright," he said, "The servants here tended to my wounds, I'm alright now," he said.

She sighed in relief, "That's good," she laid further back on her pillows, "I felt your fear that time."

"How so?" Jon asked quietly as their cubs are fast asleep.

She shook her head, "I think Kinvara is right," she said, "Somehow, I felt you. And I knew you were coming for me."

Jon smiled, and kissed the side of her head, "I will always come for you," he said, "No matter what happens."

Dany sighed, "Thank you, my love," she murmured, "What now?"

He pulled her blanket, "Let's rest first in the meantime," he said, "The tribe will set camp here, and I'm going to give a new order in this pack."

She giggled, "You sound like Ser Rodrik now."

"Well, I was his student," he chuckled and placed little Rhaegar between them, "Rest, you must be exhausted after giving birth," he took Lyanna from her arms and rest her beside her brother.

She hummed, and finally closed her eyes. Dany may not have felt the pain of giving birth after being unconscious, but the aftermath is getting at her. She was exhausted and the pain of giving birth still stung, so she fell fast asleep, knowing that her mate and her cubs are with her.

Jon should be outside with Ser Barristan to see his new pack, but he's not going to.

It has been far too long since Dany went missing, and to finally have her back is a miracle. Thank the gods. And so, he too decided to rest, for his post-battle effects are getting him too. He trusts Ser Barristan that he knows what he's doing.

The White Wolf pulled the blankets further for his family, and all the Dragons fell asleep in peace. Under the night sky, a bleeding star shines brightly upon the family.

The next day, Jon inspects his new pack members with Ser Barristan and Missandei. They have not prepared to move yet until the vulture is back.

He also strapped Blackfyre around his waist, somehow, it gave him a sense of pride holding it even though he killed Khal Drogo in his dragon form. He also felt safer with it, now he understands why the old knight always had his sword with him.

He had Doreah stay with Dany and Ser Jorah to be her guard. He had heard about the attack intended on his mate, and he was not going to let it happen again.

This tribe is terrifyingly fierce. Far more fierce than the packs of Winterfell, or most probably the entire North. Now he understands why they were called the savages for a reason, for they are radiating with fierceness rather than royalties.

Thankfully, the tribes here did not seem to question his presence. Rather than bowing down to their new leaders, they paid no mind to him. He feared they are silently defying him or something, for he is not of these lands. But they accepted his mate, so they should be tolerating his presence.

"We are going to have to follow their culture if we want them to follow us," Ser Barristan said to him quietly, "Power is one thing, but respect is another."

Jon nodded, "I shall do my utmost," he looked around the camp, some of them are in their forms and some are not. Even without their forms, their bodies match their forms very much, for they are very muscular and fierce looking. "I suppose having them as our allies wouldn't be much of a problem."

"So long as you respect their tradition, it shouldn't be a problem," his mentor said, "We must tell them our plan, and learn their tongue sadly."

He sighed, "And here I thought I just had to learn Valyrian."

"I found some who can speak a common tongue," he said, "But we must still learn their way of speaking."

"Alright," he said, "In any case, we should have a right hand in command that you can work with."

"I found mine already," Ser Barristan lifted his left arm as if indicating someone to join him. Jon followed his line of point, and he sees a Dothraki approaching them. He isn't too muscular, but he still looks fierce anyway, "Jon, meet Kovarro," he said, "he was Khal Drogo's right hand, a blood rider, and he can speak the common tongue."

The Dothraki bowed, "Alpha," he grunted.

The new title sounds strange in his ears after getting used to 'bastard', but he accepted his new role now. Jon nodded, "It is an honor, Kovarro."

The blood rider simply nodded, Ser Barristan opened his mouth, "Anything you need, you can ask him, or the other blood riders, Rakharo and Kovarro." As if on cue, two other blood riders appeared. They both looked similar, radiating with fierceness but with a different type of power. "These are the blood riders of Khal Drogo, and now they will serve you."

"Alright," he said, "I look forward to working together."

The blood riders said nothing but they let out a small laugh, confusing Jon. Ser Barristan leaned to his ear, "Be more dictate, boy. These people follow the one with the power."

Jon kneaded his brows and clenched his fist, not liking how these people are humiliating him for being soft for his new pack.

The boy fumed like a dragon puffing out steam from its nostrils, feeling his blood running hotter in him. His old habits are taking over him, the boy must die. Searching deep down inside him, he looks for his inner strength, the same one he used on Robb all those seasons ago. That person must emerge and take over now.

Kill the boy.

Dāez se zaldrīzes.

Finally, he looked up, and a new sense of power flows in his mind, radiating through his whole body and mind. An old voice of old, seeking to be unleashed and break its chains. He then looked at his blood riders who are making fun of him, giving the three of them a fierce glance. When the blood riders noticed the change of aura in him, their smile faded.

The chains have broken.

Jon let out a puff of annoyance from his nose, "Kovarro, Aggo, and Rakharo," without realizing it, his voice became deeper and more authoritative as if the one speaking right now is his dragon form. Even Ser Barristan's eyes widened at the change of atmosphere in Jon.

But the son of the Wolf and Dragon kept going, "I shall remember you all fondly since you are my allies. I'll give you warning though," his eyes constricted like a dragon, staring down at them, and the blood riders began to look down, not wanting to meet their Alpha's eyes, "Only those subservient to me are allowed to speak without changing their line of sight," he walked a little closer to them, the dragon's fire began to spark, "I don't allow anyone acting against me to look down on me."

The blood riders looked again and suddenly knelt as if begging for forgiveness. Ser Barristan became shocked at this sudden reaction and looked at Jon.

Jon scoffed, "Lower your heads," he deeply said with a hint of a growl, "I am your Alpha now."

At that, the new Alpha left the four of them dumbfounded. The people who saw the commotion were also shocked at this sudden action of their blood riders, but they were also looking at Jon in shock.

The son of the Wolf and Dragon looked at the people who are looking at him strangely as if wanting to know who he is.

But he didn't need to tell them who he is. They know that he's the dragon that took down Khal Drogo. And now their new leader.

He stood up tall and finally continued to walk to inspect his pack, keeping watchful eyes on them. Observing them just as he used to patrol back in Winterfell.

Ser Barristan and the blood riders, who now stands up, continued to stare at their new leader, the old man is the one most astounded. The sunlight shone down upon his student.

The old mentor knew that the boy had changed, but he never thought it would come this drastically. He expected that there would be a change in his behavior and character after he defeated Khal Drogo, but did not expect the leader in him to emerge this quickly.

Or perhaps, he has always been a leader, to begin with, but was not given enough opportunity to prove it.

Just then, a shadow of a bird flew across the ground, circling the tribe before it landed right in front of Jon.

It's the vulture! Once he landed, he quickly blurred back into Varys, the master of whispers bowed to him, "My Prince," he said, "I found a safe place for us to reside at the moment, and that is Qarth."

He nodded, "Good, I don't suppose you know some of my new pack?"

"I have met several," the bald man answered.

"Good, move the tribe, double time. I want to be there before the sun is becoming too harsh for everyone."

He bowed again, "At once, my prince," and the Lord of Whispers began scurrying to the other Dothrakis and told of his command.

Jon, on the other hand, shifted into Ghost and began to howl. When the White Wolf howled, he can tell there was a new tone in his song. Something he had never heard from a pack of the North nor from the White Wolf himself. A much deeper and more commanding howl was sung that even his old bones would follow his lead.

At his howl, the Dothrakis began scurrying out of their tents and began packing, cleaning up their tents for the next travel.

The old mentor looked at his student proudly. He is changed, but for the better. There is but one thing that is certain now.

The boy he met at Winterfell is no longer here. He is dead along with Khal Drogo.

A King has risen.

I plan to do a time skip after this chapter, I hope you can understand. I don't think I should tell the same story of what had happened during Dany's conquest but this time with Jon. I think we all know how it will go.

Thus, the next chapter would be 7 years later. In GOT, that would be the period when Dany already conquered the free cities of Mereen, so probably somewhere around season 6.

I hope you'll understand my decision.

Thank you! Let me know what you think of this chapter!

And remember, your reviews are most welcome and needed :)

Claire