The Darkness of Day

by WalkingPotterGirl14

He put a dagger in her heart. She died. End of story. Or was it? The Gods decide that there's more to tell, more to save, and more heartbreak to follow in the story of Daenerys and Jon's lives, starting with new revelations right outside their doors. (Rated T until chapter 26, Fix-it Fic, obvious spoilers for the show)

28. The Targaryens: The Streets of Valyria

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Your encouragement kept me going and wanting to get this out, and shit really hits the fan in this one not going to lie haha. Welcome to the new followers and favorites to our adventure! Hitting you with another Targaryen family chapters - lot of stuff happens. Also this chapter um ended up being very long. And it is very much rated M. Guess I just made a bunch of fluff and smut but I promise the end is great lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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Daenerys

The dragon queen's eyes flutter open as she hears the screech of her dragon from far in the distance. The light from outside spills into the room and the laughter of children down below puts a smile onto her face. She quietly leans up in her bed, feeling the spot that usually housed Jon, but instead was left to nothing.

Her brow furrows as she looks around the bed before spotting a note that was written for her. Quietly, she picks it up and begins to read.

'Dany,

Don't worry about the children. I got them to their lessons this morning. If you're wondering where I've gone off to, I had to train this morning with the other men. If you want to you and Maelela can come by.

It would be nice to have something beautiful to look at rather than all these old men and children.

I'll see you soon.

-Jon.'

She chuckles and shakes her head, lowering the note to the bed. She moves her feet so they were on the ground, before standing and walking over to the balcony, watching as Drogon flew in the air with Jonarys and Joraharion. Visenya was probably off resting after a long day of hunting.

She smiles as they land in the hills, screeching in the wind. It was a beautiful sound to hear, dragons alive and well. It was something she never thought she would get to experience again, and yet here she was.

Their plan had been going well – and many things had changed.

It had been about half a year since they first arrived here in Valyria – she didn't know how long it had been outside of the walls that the red priests had put up, but some time had passed. And ever since she and Jon – along with the children – agreed something had to change, they had been following their plan.

The first part of that had been the children regularly being in the castle to stay near Zaevar and Nesara. Jon and she had agreed on taking shifts, either one taking the children to the castle as early as they could in the morn, and picking them up as late as they could. The children didn't mind – they enjoyed being in the castle, just not sleeping there – and at the end of each day, they would come home with new details to tell, what they witnessed or learned. But the most important part was that they would regularly tell them that Zaevar and Nesara didn't have any new bruises.

But at the same time, Daenerys knew that bruises didn't just appear on the face. She knew the king could be hurting them in other places that she didn't know about, that the children wouldn't know about, but for now, she would be content knowing they were doing the best that they could.

"My lady?"

Daenerys turns her head in surprise, so lost in her thoughts she hadn't even heard Maelela come in. "You've been serving us for a long time now, sweet one. Please call me Daenerys."

"I'm sorry…it's quite hard to get used to," she responds. "I wanted to tell you that Lor-Jon is in the training area – if you didn't see his note."

Daenerys had to stop herself from chuckling. She was having trouble trying to adjust to calling them by their normal names, but she didn't blame her. The girl had been raised to serve – she was used to saying 'lord' this or 'lady' that. It would take time to break the curve.

"I saw. I'll get myself ready and we can go there together."

"Are you sure you don't need me to do your hair or anything?"

"No, Mae," she states, seeing the smile appear on the girl's face with her nickname she used often for the girl. "I'll be out in a little bit. Just stay in the common room."

Maelela nods, bowing her head before leaving the room. Daenerys feels herself smile a bit as she looks back out onto the balcony. That had been the second part of her plan – keeping Maelela safe. And she had to admit, that was going extremely well.

When she had first brought up the idea to the queen of Valyria, she wondered what Daenerys was planning, asking for her daughter to be her 'servant.' Daenerys had simply said that she wanted to be treated like how she was back in Meereen if she and her lover were meant to be honored guests. And because Saeresa couldn't do anything to her – due to the world outside practically worshipping them – she had obeyed and given her Maelela.

Aenar hadn't even made a peep. It seemed that he really only did care about the children that had powers – which really upset Daenerys even more.

When Maelela had arrived here, she had been confused as well but instantly began to serve. After a day or two, Daenerys had said to the girl that she didn't need a handmaiden, and she had been confused as to why she had requested she stay.

And that's when she admitted to her that "I don't appreciate the fact that they don't cherish a girl like you – so if they can't do it, we will."

The girl had been so shocked at her admission and didn't even know what to say except thank you. So, over time, Daenerys did still give the girl tasks to do so she didn't feel out of her element. She would make dinner occasionally, bring the children to their lessons, sometimes do Daenerys' hair – but most of the time, Daenerys was the one who made sure that she felt accepted. That she felt safe.

And though it was clearly a hard transition for her, she could tell Mae was trying her hardest to adapt to it – even by calling her by her regular name.

She had told the girl not to tell her mother of what they were doing – for it would ruin the small amount of peace that they had now. Mae, who had sworn to serve her, promised she wouldn't, and would keep her mouth shut.

The king and queen were…putting up with them, which is what Dany expected.

After her squabble with the queen, and Jon's fight with Aenar, no other bad occurrences or interactions had happened. Daenerys had questioned how she had trusted the queen at first, even thinking she was alright, but after seeing her true colors, she realized it was all just a mask. She was as sick as her husband – if not sicker. And two could play at that game. If she wanted to act, so could Daenerys.

So instead of acting maleficent towards her, she acted the sweetest she could.

She followed what she said, talked with who she did, made sure to greet her each time she brought Dan to her lessons – it was better to show her kindness rather than anger. If she showed her anger, then she would suspect they were up to something, but because they had been keeping their mouths shut and playing along, everything was going to plan.

Jon was trying his hardest – but she had to admit that he was struggling.

Not with the idea of what they were trying to do. He was just struggling to be nice to Aenar each time he saw him. Aenar was inherently an ass – at least each time Dany had seen him. Jon had confided to her multiple times at this point that all he wanted to do was shut the man up, but she kept assuring him that the time would come when he could.

They needed to make sure the people of Valyria were behind them first – and then they would make their mark.

And for that part of their plan, it had been going well – very well. Daenerys and Jon had decided to split up their time speaking with the two different kinds of people in Valyria, both on different days. For Dany, it was usually the commoners. For years she had rescued slaves and common folk from horrible people, so she knew how to speak with them.

For the past six months, she had been talking to everyone she could, having conversations with little children that passed by her, speaking with their parents about their lives here, talking with the elderly and hearing their stories – just listening. And it seemed that was what they truly wanted.

Apparently, the king and queen ruled over the world and decided what they did – but they never listened to the commoners and their needs. Their wants for more coin, bigger homes, freedom from their cages inside this magical bubble. And more than once, many had mentioned their want to go out into the regular world. She wasn't surprised by how the king and queen treated them…but there had been a part of her that hoped it wasn't true.

Don't get her wrong, Daenerys didn't mind taking over Valyria as long as her family was with her. Kinvara had told her herself that she was meant to rule wherever she went. Whether it was destiny or something else. But she didn't want to think that these people had been suffering for years in this bubble, going unheard, only for her to come along and try to change it. It seemed that change really did need to happen in the world – and she and Jon were trying to bring it.

Jon, on the other hand, had been talking with the noble dragonlords here. While originally he had been opposed to it, she had insisted. He had said she was the original dragon out of all the Targaryens, but Daenerys had little interaction with nobles before she came to Westeros. She knew slaves, common people, and their masters. She knew Dothraki and their Khals and women. She knew the Unsullied and their way of life. But only a couple of times did she really understand how the nobles of the world worked. So she had instilled Jon to talk with them.

And by how he reported back to her, they seemed to very much like him.

She didn't blame them. Jon was easy to love. He had a heart of gold but the mind of a fierce warrior – and was excellent at battle strategy. But he also had stories upon stories to tell. She had walked past him multiple times now speaking to the dragonlords of his time at the Wall when he faced White Walkers – mentioning how her dragons saved his ass, and she would see the respect appear on their faces whenever he did mention it – upon other things. And all of them seemed to listen.

And it wasn't just the stories. Jon had told her that he really was starting to care for some of the nobles here. Many of them followed the king and queen out of fear of being killed – which she understood – and would tell them about their families, how they wished they could be free. He even said he had met one old dragonlord family, a name she recognized – the Lentigars – and that they had never seen snow and wished to touch it.

Jon, having grown up in the North, wished to show it to them. A lot. Their plan was starting to turn more into a need, a necessity to help these people. Which she didn't mind either. She was almost expecting it. Jon and she were like that.

They were given power roles that neither of them thought would happen, and grow relationships because of it. It was how she had met Missandei. And it was how he had met her.

She sighs softly as she steps away from the banister, watching as her dragons flew off. A part of her quite missed flying on them, having the freedom she had while in Meereen, where she could go if she wanted to. But she knew it would only be for a while. Soon, everyone would be able to fly their dragons and go wherever they wanted. They just needed time.

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When Daenerys arrived at the training pit of Valyria, she sat at the top, watching from above as Jon trained some of the men and children here. He had told her a couple of weeks prior that he had agreed to show some of the men some of Westeros' sword movements, and she had thought it was a great opportunity to grow the bonds further.

But as she watched his fluid movements, the way he spoke with the others and how he commanded them to move as well, her mind couldn't help but go to other places there were surely not combat-related.

Ever since she and Jon had had sex again for the first time again, she wasn't too shameless to admit that was one of the many things she had been craving quite often. It was maddening how life worked, how for years, she had been so focused on living her life and trying to provide a better one for Daemon that she had never been focused on sex at all. It had never even crossed her mind. When Daario had returned, he had offered, but she had denied him. The last person she wanted to sleep with again was him – and it was for the better considering what happened.

But damn…if she didn't want to fuck Jon on the regular now.

She knew she had wanted to sleep with him for a long time before they arrived in Valyria, even before they had been on the boat traveling here. She had known there was a serious attraction between them as soon as he woke up from his death – maybe even before then. And she fought hard to deny it.

But at a certain point, she gave in. When was the last time she had allowed herself to enjoy her life? To feel the warm embrace that sex could give? That he could give? She hadn't felt any attraction to anyone for years, and of course, when Jon returned, she would feel that again. And she was a fool for denying it for so long.

Her past self would be screaming. The five years she had spent hating him gone to waste – but in return, a new relationship had blossomed, one that made her even more content than before. Maybe it was because there wasn't the constant threat of the dead over them – at least not yet. Maybe it was because she wasn't looking for the Iron Throne anymore. It was just her and her family – he was her family.

She watched with a smile as he trained one-on-one with a younger man, maybe around the age of eighteen, before knocking him onto his feet. The other nobles around laugh, but Jon helps him stand, offering advice to the boy, who takes it with a smile. "He's quite good."

Daenerys snaps out of her thoughts and looks over at Mae, who was watching Jon with a quiet look on her face. The girl had been walking with her to many of these training sessions lately, and had been watching Jon just as much as she had – but she doubted in the same way. Gods, Daenerys needed to get her head cleaned. Thinking like some love-struck fool in front of Mae.

"He is," Daenerys says with a smile, looking to her. "He was trained by one of the best swordsmen in Westeros."

Mae watches as he begins to fight again, perplextion in her gaze. "Why did he teach Dan?"

Daenerys' brow furrows. That was something that had been happening often lately too. Because Maelela was always in their home, the children had done their best to make her feel accepted. While Daemon would be nice to her and talk with her, speaking jokes like he would to his sister, Dan had really taken a liking to the girl, showing her the girl's powers, telling her secrets. It was nice to see. But she had seen Mae watch her children train together on occasion – and she had always wondered why.

"What do you mean?" she asks the young girl quietly.

"I…" She swallows and looks over at her. "I was always taught that girls were not meant to hold a sword. I know in the past that women were fighters – at least in your family – but here it's strange. I always wanted to learn…but I didn't think anyone could teach me."

Daenerys stares at the girl in sadness. She hated how these people were treated. When they did let them free, she would make sure any girl that wanted to learn how to use a sword would be able to.

"Does no one else express these same concerns?" she asks the girl.

Mae nods her head. "They do, but the king is the one who controls it. The only time I've ever truly seen women participate in any sort of fighting is with sorcery…everything else, they're usually just servants or…I don't know, something else."

Daenerys sighs, turning her head back to where Jon was fighting. This man was especially good – he was giving Jon a good workout. "Jon taught his daughter how to hold a sword first out of fear." Mae's brow furrows as she turns to the dragon queen in confusion. "Where Jon and Dan lived – before he met us a long time ago – was a dangerous place. People would easily try to kill him or her if they were caught going somewhere they couldn't, so he trained her just in case something would happen to him. Over time, once he met me again, he trained her because she wanted to learn – as did our son. We never discriminated against what sex one person was or is – if someone wanted to learn, they would. I'm sure that if a girl noble wanted to join in on this session, he would allow them with open arms."

Mae watches quietly as Jon finally kicks the man down, aiming his sword at him. Daenerys turns to her and reaches over, grabbing the girl's hand gently.

"Would you like him to teach you?"

Mae bites her bottom lip and looks around. "I don't know how well my family would react to that."

"I'm sure your siblings wouldn't care," Daenerys states gently to her. "And remember – you live with us now. There's nothing stopping you from doing what you want to do, Mae. You don't need to be afraid anymore."

Mae smiles softly at her before nodding. "Thank you…Daenerys."

The woman squeezes the girl's hand, turning her attention back to Jon. After a moment, Mae rubs the back of her neck.

"Can I…speak to you about something?"

Daenerys nods her head. "Anything."

Mae bites her bottom lip before letting out a soft sigh. "I…I was told about this from a long time ago, but I…I woke up to blood this morning." She looks over at Daenerys, a worried gaze in her eyes. "Does this mean I'm going to have to marry someone soon?"

Daenerys feels herself snort at the girl's question, but tries to keep it contained. Gods, that was the first thing on her mind? "No," Daenerys says to her gently, grabbing the girl's hand. "It does not mean you have to marry anyone. You're only thirteen. Some people arrange to marry at that age but I wasn't arranged to marry until I was seventeen. And ever since then, I've only ever married if I saw it fit."

Mae's brow furrows. "But you're a queen somewhere. You can decide whatever you want. For me-"

"For you, you are here." Daenerys looks around the area, making sure no one was listening, before leaning in close to the girl's ear. "Your mother is not here. Your father is not here. We do not have to tell anyone that it happened. All your blood means is that now, if you wanted, you could bear children. That's it. It doesn't mean anything – as long as you don't want it to mean anything."

"How do you…stay clean?"

"It's just vigilance," Daenerys explains to her. "Using something like a towel, or cleaning yourself…dealing with it is the annoying part. You shouldn't be thinking of marriages or anything else." She wraps her arm around the girl. "You don't need to be afraid of it. I'm not going to let anyone take you away to some land to be married off to a lord now."

Mae smiles softly at her. "Thank you."

Daenerys gives her a soft squeeze. "You don't need to thank me."

"Mae!"

Daenerys turns her head at the familiar voice of Dan. She was running down the pathway to where they were seated, hearing the clanking of swords beneath them. She looks over to see Zaevar waiting patiently for her, and she gives the boy a wave. He waves back, offering a small smile.

Dan had brought Zaevar back to their home a couple of times when he wanted to learn more about Jon and her and where they had been, and she had to admit that despite what he had done initially, he was a fine young man. She did, however, notice that a part of his face seemed scarred from some sort of accident, and it ran from the top of his eyebrow to the corner of his cheek. It was faint, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was Aenar that had caused it.

Honestly, it most likely was.

But she had discovered that Zaevar was actually quite shy. Dan was the one who had pushed him to ask the questions – saying 'they will answer literally anything' – and only when they gave him the okay, did he. She had a feeling he had to portray a whole different version of himself in front of his family. She could only imagine what Nesara had to go through.

"Hey, mother," she says with a smile as Daenerys pulls the young girl in for a hug, kissing her forehead. When she pulls back, her brow furrows as she looks around for the girl's other half, but finds no Daemon.

"Where is your brother? Why are you and Zaevar out of classes?" she asks her.

Dan smiles, and Daenerys knew instantly that mischievous grin. She had seen it in herself. She raises an eyebrow.

"Are you two ditching lessons?"

"They've been teaching us the same move for the past week – Zaevar and I already know it and he wanted to show me more of the dragons that they have here. I love Visenya, but I want to see more. And Saeresa is in her chambers and has no idea, and the red priests are too busy with the beginners…please don't be mad?" she asks quietly, adding it on.

Daenerys shakes her head. A part of her did want to reprimand her, almost wanted to remind her that they were trying to stay on Saeresa's good side so they didn't suspect anything, but at the same time, her daughter worked so hard to try and keep these children safe. And if Zaevar was away from the castle, that was a win in her opinion.

"I'm not angry," she responds softly to her. "I'm just worried about your brother being alone in there."

"Daemon and Nesara were actually learning something new," Dan explains. "I didn't want to take him away. I promise we won't be gone long…we just wanted a break."

Daenerys chuckles and shakes her head. She looks at her daughter before glancing at Mae. "Why were you calling for her?"

"Zaevar wanted to show his sister the dragons up close."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow before looking over at Mae. "You've never seen dragons that close before?"

"No," Mae answers. "My father…never thought it was appropriate due to me not having powers."

"Which is stupid," Dan mutters before looking over at her. "You're a Valyrian, too. You deserve to see them!"

Daenerys looks over to Zaevar. "I'm sure you aren't running this by your family?" Quietly, Zaevar shakes his head. Daenerys sighs before she looks at Mae, and then at Dan. "You can go…but I want you three to come back safely. Do not burn Mae – remember, just because she's Valyrian doesn't mean she's fireproof."

"I know, mother."

"And Zaevar?" The boy looks up, listening closely. "Protect my daughter and your sister just in case someone sees."

Zaevar nods, walking over to where his sister stood. "You don't need to worry – I've been doing this for years." At Daenerys' questioning gaze, he was quick to defend. "I mean going to where the dragons are – I have a hidden route."

Daenerys rolls her eyes but chuckles. "I don't care what route it as long as it's safe." She squeezes her daughter's hand and looks at Mae. "Go and have fun…and make sure they stay out of trouble."

"Hey!" Dan exclaims, laughing.

"Yes, Daenerys," Mae chuckles before turning to the two children. They run off with Dan waving at her, and Daenerys watches as they disappear behind the buildings within seconds. She sighs softly and shakes her head. If she really wanted to she could have shut that down, but what was the life of a child if they didn't have fun?

As long as they didn't get into trouble, she wouldn't be angry. She was more concerned of what the king and queen might think, but since they both seemed to be busy, it was the perfect time for them to relax for a bit.

Standing alone now, she looks down at where Jon was fighting, before smiling a bit and walking down the steps to the bottom of the training pit. She had her sword with her – might as well have some fun of her own.

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Jon

Jon knew most Valyrian men – at least once they reached a certain age – were skilled fighters. But he did not expect this much of a workout this early in the morning.

Jon himself was quick to fight and train, and when many of the noblemen had suggested a session for them to do, he was quick to accept. It was a way for him to practice, and to grow bonds within the noblemen of Valyria, furthering what he and Daenerys were trying to do.

But fuck did he need a bit of a break. They had been training for a good two hours now, and his arms were a bit sore. This last man had been harder to beat, but he was younger and much less experienced, and Jon was able to knock him down, causing the men around him to cheer and get rowdy.

He helps the lad up, clapping his shoulder. "You did really well. Your stance with your sword needs to improve."

"He needs to grow a couple of inches!" one of the men jeer. Jon shoots them a look before turning back to the boy.

"Don't worry. They're only jealous that a boy lasted longer than them!" he exclaims, and they all either grunt or roll their eyes. The boy smiles at him before stepping to the side, nodding at his advice. As he turns, one of the noblemen that Jon had been talking with a lot – Taevar – speaks up.

"How long you really been training, Jon?" the man asks as he hands him a canister of water. "You're really good."

"A can't even remember the last time we trained with another nobleman," another man pipes up. His name? Jaehador, one of the younger men in the group, of House Celinar. He was a right git sometimes but knew how to fight very well. "Maybe with the king when he wasn't a king."

Jon glances over at the man before turning to Taevar. "Since I was a boy – I grew up with an older brother and a lord who would consistently train us. I had to at least prove I was worth something back then. I've been training ever since." He looks over at Jaehador. "You said since before the king became a king? What does that mean?"

Jae chuckles and shakes his head. "The good old days when I was a kid – Aenar used to train with a bunch of people constantly before he became king, but it was like as soon as he got the throne, he didn't want anything else to do with anyone. He used us to learn more when the guards at the castle refused to teach him."

Jon's brow raises in surprise. "And after that, he never trained again? Really?"

"Really."

"That's why a lot of us we're eager for something like this," Taevar explains to him. "It's been so long since any of us have properly trained – really only two on two for a while."

The other men around him nod in agreement. Jon smiles a bit and glances at the ground. He was happy he could bring a little bit of normalcy back into their lives. He hoped he could do more in the future.

"Well I'm always happy to help," he says to them genuinely. "Any of you ever need anything, I'm not that far."

Taevar clasps his shoulder. "We know. And we're happy about that."

Before Jon could respond, he hears a sweet voice call out from above, and he turns his head. "Are you putting up a fight for them, Jon?"

His eyes connect with Daenerys' and he feels himself smile. Every time he looked at her now, all he wanted to do was smile. She had this angelic effect on him that had him speechless. Those eyes mesmerized him – it was like no one else could talk with him until she was gone. His attention was always on her.

"Ah, the warrior wife!" one of the men next to him state, and Jon feels himself freeze. Daenerys raises an eyebrow from where she stood, not stopped directly in front of him at the bottom of the training pit.

"'The Warrior Wife?'" she muses, looking at him. "That's what I'm called, huh?"

Jon was quiet. Alright – maybe he had told someone one morning that she was his wife.

But it had been completely out of necessity. One of the men – none that were with him right now, but someone he had seen in the streets – had been talking about Daenerys in a way that, well, he especially did not want to hear. So in order to shut his mouth, he had said: "You better shut up talking about my wife like that or else I'll fucking kill you."

Had he gone a little too far with the threat? Maybe. But the man had stopped talking and Jon hadn't heard any lude comments from anyone else since. He did it to protect her. He hadn't told Daenerys because he didn't think he would have to – it wasn't something that was mentioned that often. But of course now, while he was training, someone had to go and talk about his slip up.

"I…didn't come up with the warrior part," he states, rather pathetically. He didn't know how to defend himself on this. "Once they heard about your skills, they did."

Daenerys was still staring at him in surprise when one of the men to his side spoke up – thank the gods, he felt like her stare would murder him. "Why don't you show us some of your moves?"

"My moves?" she questions, her voice filled with amusement. "Has my 'husband' been talking about my 'moves?' And that's where this warrior term came from?"

Jon could almost feel himself cringing at her statement. She was having fun with this.

"I have," he admits quietly.

"It's rare we see a woman fight," one of the men confide. "Even rarer when there's a couple that fights together. You two should show us what you got!"

Daenerys chuckles a bit at the jeers before her eyes turn back to Jon. He was quiet, trying not to overhype the situation. He knew she would have some words to say after this.

"Well then what do you say, 'husband?'" She was using that tone she only used with him, filled with teasing. "Why don't we show off our skills then?"

Jon shakes his head before looking over at her. "I don't think-"

She suddenly pulls her sword and aims it at his neck. The men around him go 'oooh' at her movements. He raises his brow at her, but she only smirks. That fucking smirk that she knew turned him on.

"Come on. Let's have some fun," she muses, watching him with gleeful eyes.

If it was up to Jon right now, he would have knocked that sword out of her hands, pushed her up against a wall and fucked her senseless. She knew this drove him crazy and she continued to do it because of it. And now, due to her finding out what he had said, she would do even more. And even now, he could feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants, the desire to fill her.

But he pushes that down because the last thing he wanted was to get turned on by his lover while fighting with her, and having these men see.

"Come on, put the sword down," he chuckles, letting his hand rest on the edge of it. The men around boo and jeer at him as he does, and Daenerys snickers at the look he gave them. "I'm not going to fight her!"

"One day we'll see them," a man states. "Swear, you two are some of the fiercest people I've met. We have to see you fight."

"You will on another day that's not today," Jon states back before turning to her. "We'll take a break for a bit. I have to speak with my wife," he mumbles, seeing the look Daenerys still gave him. The men nod and turn to each other, talking about anything to everything, while he leads Daenerys up the stairs to where the building started.

Once they were inside walls, she closes the door and turns to him, her brow raised in complete shock. "Wife? You've told these people I'm your wife?"

"Hear me out," Jon starts, looking at her seriously. "I only did it because there was some man who was making comments about you – and it was the only way for me to quiet him without hurting him. And now, no one makes comments about you, and stays away from you! It's a win-win situation!"

"So you decide to lie?" she states, tilting her head. "When we are trying to gain the trust of these people?"

Jon sighs, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have told them. It just…slipped out. I don't know. It's the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the comments from some commoner and I…I got angry. I didn't want anyone thinking of you like that. I know we said not to tell lies to each other. I apologize for what I did…I'll tell everyone I only did it to protect you."

Daenerys stares up at him, her mouth twisted into some sort of version of a smirk and a smile before she shakes her head. "You are such a Northern fool."

Before he could question what she said, she leans up and rests her lips against his, her arms wrapping around his neck. His arms, in turn, combine around her small body and pull her closer, letting out a soft groan when she pulls back. And when she did, all he could see was a smile.

"Jon, I do not care if you told the world I was your wife," she admits to him softly. "I wouldn't care if you told the bloody queen and king. Everyone already thought that before. But there are two things that had me annoyed. One." She rests her hands against his hair, gently pulling at the strands. "You lied to me. And I know that this lie isn't something that's horrible – if anything, it's more of a truth than anything else – but you didn't tell me. I would have quite liked to be included in it. We agreed to do this together – if I was to know I would be acting like your wife, I would have attended many more of these little training sessions you do. Show my support more, but you always told me to sleep. If I'm going to act as your wife, you should tell me this."

Jon sighs softly. "I…I didn't want to scare you away by saying something like that so quickly."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him. "Jon, we have children together." The tone of her voice almost made him laugh. It did sound quite dumb, didn't it? "I wouldn't have been scared away. Besides, it's not like we're really pretending. We eat together, sleep together, fight together." She leans up and plants a soft kiss against his lips before they turn up into a soft smirk. "Fuck together, too."

"Dany…" He warns, and she chuckles a bit before pulling back.

"I'm only saying it's not a whole lie. It's just not official." She steps back. "But don't lie to me. You know how I feel about that."

"I promise you I won't. I only did it out of safety." He rests his hands against her cheeks, brushing a piece of her silvery hair out of her eyes. "What was the second thing?"

"Oh, right. You need to get over men wanting to sleep with me."

"What?!" He didn't mean for his voice to raise, but hearing that had him on his toes in shock. "Are you bloody kidding me? Did you actually just say that?"

"Jon," she starts out softly, bringing her hands up to his stubbly beard. "Men for years have wanted to sleep with me – no matter who they are, what they do, or how they say it. They have. I have only ever slept with three people, on my own choices. When we take over and we rule, other men will come forward and want me. Men from all over the world will. I'm not stating that because I feel it will happen. I know it will because that's how I've been treated for years."

"But don't you want that to stop?" he asks her, gesturing outside. "Because that got them to stop."

"Jon, no matter what you say, men will speak how they want to when no one is listening. I'm sure there are men outside right now who are saying the same thing the other man did." At the very thought, he could feel rage building in him. But she leans up on her tiptoes and rests her forehead against his, smiling gently, a gaze full of love and trust. "But you need to understand – they will never have me."

"That doesn't make it any less revolting," he mutters.

"I know," she chuckles, her hand resting against his cheek once more. "Look at me, Jon." He does as she says, his dark eyes connecting to her own. She wraps her fingers in his hair again, swirling around the curls like she always did to calm him down. "Who's the one who gets to sleep with me each night?"

Jon sighs softly at her words, looking her in the eyes. "Me."

"Who's the father of my children?"

"..also me."

"Who's the man that has saved me and my children multiple times before, and stays in my home?"

"That would also be me," he mumbles, feeling his cheeks turn red. Alright, maybe he was being a bit unreasonable.

She smirks a bit at his reddening cheeks and then leans forward, pressing another soft kiss to his lips before moving close to his ear. And quietly, she whispers, breath hot against his skin, "and who's the one that's going to have their head in-between my legs, before fucking me senseless?"

He couldn't respond to that. All he could do was turn his gaze to look down at her, feeling his trousers tighten at her statement. She smirks up at him before pressing another soft kiss against his lips, and gods did that make him want to get rid of all these men and go home with her right now.

Daenerys pulls back and strokes his cheek. "I know men can be absolutely disgusting. I'm nervous about what Dan might go through when she gets older. But you need to realize that I'm right here. No other man, no matter what they say or who they say it to, is going to take me away from you. You can't fight every single man that says something like that. Instead, if you ever hear someone talk about me in that way, smile."

"Smile?" he asks her. "For what?"

"Smile, because it's you, Jon Snow, that gets to come home and fuck me," she whispers. "And I wouldn't want it any other way. I am yours."

He runs his hands up her sides before pushing her suddenly against one of the tables in the building, lifting her onto the surface. She laughs as he presses his lips against hers hungrily, wanting nothing more than to have his way with her now. Hearing her say that, that she was completely his and no one could touch her, had him absolutely ravenous for her.

His hands trail up her sides, trying to remove the strings quickly from her dress. But she pulls back, shaking her head. "Jon," she chuckles. "We definitely can not have sex here."

"Why not?" he mutters, moving his lips to her neck, trailing sweet kisses down to her collarbone. "Hasn't stopped us before."

He feels her lips smile at the statement as he kisses her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth in a dance, feeling her moan against him. It was true. Being out in public had never hinged their arousals.

There were multiple times in the past where it didn't matter where they were. Ever since their first night spent together, they had had sex in he didn't even know how many places. As long as the children weren't there, it was free game. But could anyone fucking blame him? All he wanted was her. She was always vexing him with that grin and he wanted to fuck it right off of her.

But she pulls back, moving her lips away and looking at him. "You have your men down there. They are waiting for you."

"Fuck them! They can wait," he growls, kissing her again. At this point, he had undone her strings quickly and was about to pull her dress down to reveal her upper body, but she stops him when he gets past her shoulders. He closes his eyes in frustration. "Dany-"

"You have to control your urges, Jon," she whispers to him, her hands moving on top of his own from where they sat at her dress. "If we are to rule, you need to think of your people first when you are already working with them. You can't just leave to be with me whenever you see fit."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "If we become a king and queen, we can do whatever we want – including this." She looks at him softly, her hand reaching back up to his cheek.

"Then we wouldn't make a very good king and queen," she says to him softly.

Jon sighs, resting his forehead against her own. She was right. She was always right. That was a selfish thing to think and he knew it too.

"I'm sorry," he responds, opening his eyes to look at her. "After years of not seeing you…not even knowing if you were alive…I suppose I just wanted to take advantage of having you in my arms while I could."

Daenerys leans up and presses a soft kiss to his lips, one that has him release a sigh of pleasure against it. Every time she kissed him, he could feel all his anger melt away, if possible. She was like his cure.

When she pulls back, she rests her hand against his cheek again. "You're not going to lose me. I'm always going to be in your arms." She leans up and kisses him again, smirking against his lips, but when she pulls back, she presses a soft peck to the tip of his nose. "Fix my strings."

She turns her back to show him and he sighs, but begrudgingly starts to fix her dress, pulling it back over her shoulders, before re-tying the tie tightly to her body. He instantly misses the warm touch of her skin but knew she was right. They needed to act accordingly, no matter how well growing close to people had been going.

Dany turns back around and smirks a bit, before leaning up and kissing his lips again. "Before you go, though…I can give you some relief. Quick-relief."

His brow furrows at her response. "What do you-" Her hands go to the strings around his pants and start to untie them, and he instantly reaches out to her. "Dany-"

"Shh…" She rests a finger against his lips, before leaning in and kissing him gently. "You always take such good care of me. Let me take care of you."

He stares at her as she moves in front of him, before being the one to back him up against the table. His eyes quickly look around the area, trying to see if anyone could see them, but judging from where they were, they were safe. He looks down at her as he small hands finish undoing his strings, and pull down his trousers. After that, it was just his small clothes, and she quietly places her hand over the hard lump that had formed.

"This all for me?" she whispers in his ear. Usually, Jon was the one that did all the talking whenever it came to coupling, but hearing her speak like that only made his cock harder, if possible. He swallows and nods. She hmms and moves her way down to where she was on her knees.

He wanted to stop this. She had never done something like this while they were in their home, and it felt strange for her to openly being doing it right now. But here she was, pulling the last of his small clothes down, and watching with bated breath as his cock sprang forward, begging for attention.

"Dany," he mumbles, trying to keep ahold of himself as her hands wrapped around the base of his cock. "You…you don't need to do this…a queen-"

"A queen pleases her king," she whispers, staring up at him with those big, beautiful eyes that he fucking loved. It left him speechless. "Just as you have pleased me. Let me please you."

She moves her head down to where the head of his cock was, starting to place kisses all along his shaft, her hand moving up and down at a deliciously slow pace. Jon grabbed onto the table for support, trying to keep himself from falling down, staring down at her. She pushes her hands down to where his stones laid, and the friction was enough for his body to lurch forward, aching.

Daenerys gives him a smirk – gods that fucking smirk – and then in one movement, she sinks her wet mouth down onto him, licking his tip before taking her deep in her throat. He almost collapsed onto the ground, pleasure racking through his body, the air hissing out of his lungs.

"Fuuck," he groans, his eyes closing. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand moving as well, lapping and sucking him like she was some person starving. Her eyes would look up at him dangerously, lustfully, filled with desire, and that only edged him on more.

After a moment, she pulls back, saliva dripping from her mouth, with that sexiest grin he had ever seen. She moves her hand up and down his shaft, once, twice, before she sinks her mouth down below, sucking on his stones, licking at them, and he feels himself lurch forward.

"Dany, fuck," he curses, not even knowing how to react. There were so many feelings running through him right now – but the one thing he did know was that he wanted her mouth back on his cock. "Vestragī nyke qogralbar aōha relogs," he growls.

He didn't even realize the High Valyrian had slipped out, but him saying that made her smile. Instantly, she moves her mouth back to his cock, bobbing up and down, and he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He lets go of the table and grabs a fistful of her hair, tight in his grip, his hips thrusting forward, going as deep as she could allow.

She moans as she took him, the vibrations sending shivers throughout his body. It didn't take long for him to chase his climax, and with a few thrusts, he came in a string of curses, his head throwing back, his seed spilling into her mouth.

He looks down at her, almost instantly ready to apologize, but instead, he sees her smile at him, and she opens her mouth. Not a single drop in there. She had swallowed it all.

He stares at her, completely dumbfounded. She wipes the tip of her mouth with her hand, and glances at herself in a nearby mirror, fixing her hair. After a moment, she turns to him, smiling again.

"Don't tell people we aren't married," she says to him softly. "I like the sound of it on your lips."

Jon nods, still absolutely shocked silent. She walks over and kisses him slowly, one filled with purpose. Gods, he could taste himself on her lips, and that was enough to make his cock jump again. When she pulls back, she smiles gently at him.

"Since you lied to me, I do have to punish you," she whispers to him. "Be home on time tonight – don't be late. If you are, we can finish what we started earlier. If not…we'll see." Jon could only nod, watching as she walked away and towards the door. "Oh, and Jon?" He nods quietly, finally starting to regain his senses a bit. "Might want to put your clothes on again."

With that, she grabs her sword and heads off. Jon snaps out of it and stares down, pulling up his small clothes and trousers quickly, looking around the building, and then where Daenerys had just left.

Had that just really happened?

"Fucking hell," he laughs to himself, not believing it. Before he could even go after her, he suddenly hears the men call from down below and curses. He had business he needed to attend to. But later…oh, she was going to get the fucking of a lifetime.

"You pulling your meat up there, mate?!" one of the men exclaim.

Jon rolls his eyes and grabs Longclaw, finally forcing his mind to go back into training mode. "You wish you were there," he jokes back, walking down the stairs back to the pit. "Let's get back to it."

And as the men raised their swords, ready to train, Jon went and helped them, making sure they moved as fluidly as they could. But as he did, the eyes of his lover stayed in the back of his mind, that desire she had. And fuck, he couldn't wait to see that later on.

---

Dan

She knew that the city wasn't the only part protected by the bubble the red priests had put around it, but Dan had no idea it would be this huge.

She had heard stories for years how the lands near Valyria were some of the most fertile in the world, but most of it had died out due to the Doom. While she was sure there wasn't as much as there used to be across the land right now, there was still so much greenery, filled with the biggest trees and mountains she had ever seen, along with animals that she had never witnessed.

"This is beautiful," she whispers as she climbs above the trees, helping Maelela climb as well. "You come here all the time Zaevar?!"

"Yup!" He peeks out from behind a tree and helps her up onto a hill, before helping his sister as well. "It's a great place to go when you want to just get away from the hecticness of the castle."

Dan raises her brow. "Don't they come looking for you though?"

"Mother doesn't care," Zaevar responds. "It's Mae who always used to get me up for lessons."

Dan raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Since Zaevar didn't have the powers mother has, she wasn't his main responsibility," Maelela explains. "So she tasked me with bringing him down to lessons to train with the red priests."

"That's why it's not that big of a deal that neither of us are there today," Zaevar explains to her. "She hardly cares even now with Mae being with your family…has too much on her mind, or…I don't know."

Dan looks at Zaevar quietly before looking over at Mae. Through the past months that she had been serving her family – or rather joining it for safety – Mae had confided in her that Zaevar was the most pressured out of all of them. He was the male heir, which meant he had all of the pressure on him. His mother never paid him much attention, while his father consistently berated him for not being 'perfect enough' with his bending.

Whatever that meant. To Dan, he seemed just as good as her – if not, better.

She had also told her that she and Zaevar got along really well when they were kids, with Mae only being a year older, but because of the mother's want to separate the powerful from the powerless, they had lost touch.

Dan had taken it upon herself to go out on as many outings with the two as much as possible to they could rekindle their relationship.

"I'm sorry she doesn't seem to care," Mae says softly, causing Zaevar to look over at her. "She's always in that office."

"I swear, all she does it drink wine and complain about everything," he states, making Mae chuckle. "It's a bloody miracle the Targaryen's took you out of the castle…it's been really bad lately." He looks over at Dan. "Nesara and I are thankful for what you've done…they did hurt Mae often."

"Don't thank me. Thank my parents. They're the ones who asked." While Zaevar had confided to her about Mae's abuse, he still had yet to tell her about what he and his sister had gone through. And while she knew there was something going on, she would never push him to admit to it until he was ready.

She knew she and Daemon had been doing their absolute best to stay in the castle as much as possible without letting it on that they knew something was up. Daemon was actually the first one to do it very easily.

Because Nesara was younger than them – Daemon had said she was around maybe eight or seven in name days – she was easily entertained. So Daemon would stay around and sort of be like a nan to her – whatever the boy version of that was. He would read her books, practice with her, make sure that she was taken care of. Her father was never around when he was around due to him not wanting to be involved with lessons, so it gave Daemon the perfect excuse to keep tabs on her.

It was only usually later at night when Saeresa would say she needed to go to bed would he leave, and he at least trusted the mother didn't beat her children – as far as they knew. And of course, Daemon would show up early the next morning, ready to repeat the whole process.

But Daemon had confided in her that he actually liked doing so because it made him feel like he had a little sister, "like what father used to do with Aunt Arya." And who was Dan to object to that? If he enjoyed taking care of her, that was a good thing.

But Zaevar? He…he had been a tough one to crack at first.

At first, it was normally just talking about anything and everything. Since they were the two fire mages that were the most skilled, they had to team up on multiple occasions to practice. She would talk about her life now that she was with her mother in Meereen, and before in the North. He would speak about how it was like growing up in Valyria.

Hearing it from him directly, she knew that Saeresa had been keeping her people in a cage for when it was the proper moment to release them – to use them. Zaevar had said he wished to go out into the world, to see what others did, but his mother had always said it was 'unsafe.' Dan knew now that it was just a ploy for her to get her way until she rebuilds her 'new Valyria,' but she had to admit, the woman was a great actress.

Over time, however, they started to talk more about their families, what had happened to them. How she had been nearly killed by a soldier, how her father had died and risen – which only perpetuated this strange 'chosen-one' stuff going on – and everything in-between. Zaevar had told her about growing up with his family, and how he had gotten the scar on his head.

"It was late at night," he had explained. "I was coming home with some friends and I saw someone harassing a young girl in the street. I didn't want to just leave her – so I went to help her. He beat me up real good but ran off once he realized I was the king's son. The face hasn't been the same since then."

After that, she had looked at Zaevar in a different light. He really had to put up some sort of act so his family didn't beat him up, but outside of that castle, he was just a normal kid who wanted to be with his friends – just with the added bonus of powers. Just like her.

She steps out of her thoughts once she sees Zaevar stand. A bright yellow dragon that was small but mighty flew over to the edge of the cliff, and Zaevar reaches out, scratching its snout.

"Is this your dragon?" Dan asks him.

"Yup. Stormrider." The dragon screeches in return, affectionally returning the scratch he gave. "I got him during a horrid thunderstorm when I was a baby, and all he wanted to do was go out and fly in the rain. It was incredible. I always wondered what it would be like if he did fly out there."

He looks over at Mae before walking over to her.

"Do you want to see him?"

Her brow furrows as she stands. "I don't know how moth-"

"Our parents aren't here right now," he interrupts. "It's just you and me. He won't harm you. You're still Valyrian. You deserve to meet a dragon." He helps her stand more and walk over to him. "Go and pet him. He's harmless."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Just go." He gently pushes her forward. Mae glances nervously at Dan, who gives her an encouraging smile, nodding at her to walk. Mae lets out a deep sigh before doing so, walking up to the dragon. Hesitantly, she reaches out her hand, trying to feel for the dragon's snout, and it doesn't fly away or bite her arm off. Instead, it embraces her pet, letting out a soft breath of air.

Dan watches as a smile spreads across the girl's face, and with each scratch, she grew a little more confident. "Has she really never met a dragon before this that close?"

"No," Zaevar answers, looking at his sister. "Mother and father never let her."

It was quiet between the two, both watching his sister interact with the dragon. After a moment, Dan hears Zaevar sigh, and she looks over to see him staring at the ground.

"I wish I had your parents."

Dan's brow furrows in surprise. "Why would you say that?"

"Why would I say that?" he repeats. His voice had a sense of anger in it, one she was familiar with whenever he would get annoyed at something he didn't quite understand. "Dan, have you met your family? They are the total opposite of mine." He brings his knees to his chest, glancing at the ground. "I don't think I've ever seen a mother and father love their children more than I have seen them love you and Daemon."

Dan looks at him quietly, digesting his words. He was right. She was very lucky, and so was Daemon. Her family was probably one of the closest ones she had ever seen – obviously much closer than Zaevar was with his. She didn't blame him for how he felt.

"I mean…people always want what they can't have," she points out.

"Oh yeah? So you're saying you want my family?" he asks her. To that, she was silent. "No, you don't, because you don't understand what it's like to live in that castle, under what they say." He looks over at Mae and shakes his head. "For years they hurt her and I did nothing. I let it happen because I lived under what they told me to do. And anytime I would say no, they would beat me too."

Dan stares at him in shock. She hadn't been expecting him to be admitting all this to him today, but she wouldn't stop it.

Zaevar moves his gaze back to her. "You asked me a long time ago about a bruise on my cheek. I know you know what it is, Dan. I know you're smart. Your whole family is smart." He shakes his head and glances at the ground. "I know what Daemon has been doing. I know what you've been doing."

She feels her heart stop and she glances at the ground. "We only wanted to stay in the castle to protect you," she says to him softly.

Zaevar was quiet, glancing at where Mae was, scratching the dragon's snout. "I appreciate the sentiment," he says quietly to her. "I do. And I'm sure if my little sister knew what was happening, she would too…but nothing is going to change unless we're out of there like Mae is…I can't tell you how jealous I was when Mae got to come and live with you." Dan looks over at him, her brow furrowed. "It was the only time in my life I wished I had no powers. That I was normal, like her. That I could get away from the beatings, and the torturing, and the screaming and…just, everything. She has a life that we only wished we could have when we were little…but I had to grow up. And so did she. And now, she's there with you…while we're still stuck in that fucking palace."

Dan's brow raises in surprise. "That's a strong word."

"I don't care," he mutters. "I hate it there. I hate them. I wish that I was never born." He looks up at the sky and then sighs. "No. I shouldn't say that, should I?" He rubs the back of his neck and looks over at her. "I wish my little sister wasn't born. I truly do."

"Why do you say that?"

"She…" He looks at the ground and places his face in his hands. "I…" She sees him swallow, and he looks around. Mae was still preoccupied, now instead of watching the other dragons fly in the distance. "Your family…this place needs them, Dan. My father…he's done some horrible things to my sisters."

Her brow furrows as she stands, gesturing for him to move away. He does so, not wanting Mae to hear his confession. "What are you talking about?"

"When…when Mae was younger, and she would fight back against my father for not wanting to serve, he…he would touch her. Like…" He glances back where they climbed from and sighs. "Like how parents touch each other – except she didn't want it. But he didn't care. It was…like his way of punishing her when she spoke out of term – that and hurting her. But since my little sister is getting older and…and other things are happening, I'm scared she might…she might get the same treatment. I can't just watch and let it happen again. I can't. I can't."

For the first time since Dan had been here, she saw tears appear in the boy's eyes, and he blinked them away, trying to push them down. Dan comes forward and wraps her arms tightly around Zaevar. He seemed still for a second, but after a moment, he follows suit, embracing her tightly. After a moment, she pulls back, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"You're sure this happened?" she asks him. "Mae never told me about it while she's been living with me."

"Yes," he answers. "I'm positive. I've heard father tell her not to speak of it to anyone or else he would harm her more. She's been scared into not speaking…this is the first time I've seen her smile in I don't even know how long. And I'm terrified the same sort of bloody mindboggling is going to happen to Nesara soon. I'm terrified."

"Okay," she whispers soothingly, reaching out and taking his hand. "I understand. I get it." She glances over at Mae and sighs. "We stay out here for a little bit – let her enjoy her time away from the city. I'm sure my parents won't mind if we're away. But as soon as I get back tonight, I'll tell them everything. I promise. My mother and father are planning on doing something about your parents."

"What?" Zaevar asks, his brow furrowed.

"I don't know…a takeover? A rebellion? I have no idea. But it will be something, and it will save you and your siblings. I promise you. And I don't break my promises, ever."

Zaevar smiles a bit before wiping at his nose, sighing. "People break promises all the time."

"Not me."

He smiles a bit and looks at her. "You know-" He cuts himself off and sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I really am grateful for what you and your brother have been doing. Trying to stay as long as possible. But after you leave…it doesn't stop."

"I know," she replies. "But we're going to make it stop. I swear to you." She reaches over and grabs his hand, squeezing it firmly. "And all of this craziness that has been happening will come to an end."

Zaevar nods, letting out a deep breath. He lets go of her hand and turns to where Mae was standing. "I just hope it will for her. For my sister. I don't care about me. I care about them."

"I understand," she replies, looking back towards Mae. Dan knew it was much more serious now. She couldn't just let this fly. Her family needed to make a move – and soon. "And it will be better. I'm sure of this."

---

Daenerys

Hours pass and Jon had not returned home yet.

She knew that, though. The only reason she had said to be home at a decent hour was to make him suffer. As much as she understood where he came from about calling her his 'wife,' and wanting to protect her dignity – or whatever it really was – she needed to punish him for his lies.

Usually, when it came to something like this, she wouldn't really care. But Daenerys had come to a point where she started to enjoy seeing Jon flustered and wanting something from her. It was a different look from the former King in the North.

So, when he didn't return until later on in the night, she wasn't surprised. She had greeted her daughter earlier on, who had a solemn look on her face. First, she had asked where her brother was, and Dan had told her Daemon had stayed behind to learn a technique a little better. Secondly, she had asked why she was so upset. She had responded with "I have to tell you and father."

After hearing that, Daenerys had let it go, knowing that Dan took whatever this was seriously. So she gave her some dinner and they sat in peaceful silence before Dan had said she was going to go back to the castle to be with Mae.

Mae had agreed the night prior to reading a book to her little sister – who missed her. And Daenerys guessed Dan wanted to make sure she was safe. So she bid her daughter a farewell, letting her go off to be her protector. She was proud of her children for taking their mission so seriously, but a part of her missed where they would just be in Meereen, have regular family dinners.

But at the same time, she knew her family was not regular, so it wasn't as big of a deal to her.

Eventually, it was just her in her home, waiting in their chambers. While she did, she couldn't help but think about the very idea of being Jon's wife. If they were to marry, for real.

He hadn't asked her, and she didn't expect him to like this, not while they were here. For the past six months, it had really just been them getting to know each other again, becoming a stronger couple than before. She had discovered so many little things about Jon in the wee hours of the night, quirks and bits that made her care for him even more. But actually marrying him? That was something she truly never thought would happen, especially after finding out about his heritage.

He had admitted to her on Sothoryos that he had planned to still ask her, but then the manipulation and the schemers happened, and he couldn't go through with it. But now…truly nothing was stopping them. Except for one little thing.

Her hands self-consciously travel down to where there was a scar along her stomach, biting her lip. She loved her children, don't get her wrong. She was thankful for them considering for a long time, she didn't even think she could have them after what the witch had done to Drogo. But she wanted more. Many more.

She admitted to it. There had been nights where she had looked at Jon and wondered what life would be like with more children. A third, a fourth, a fifth. She had only ever really thought about children once before him, and that had been with Drogo, and that child had been through alliance. Yes, she had learned to love Drogo, but it was an entirely different relationship. Jon was just…something else.

And she wanted a real life with him. She wanted to have more with him. But at the same time…she didn't know if her body could have any more. After how she gave birth to the twins when she had been completely unconscious, Kinvara had literally cut them out of her. How would she know if she was even able to conceive any longer? And the bigger question…would Jon even stay with her if she couldn't? Would he want something different now? He had said he wanted a third a long time ago…but what if she couldn't provide that?

It was strange, how her mind reacted. There was a whole city outside with two mildly evil – well, pretty evil, but that was subjective – people running it, and yet here she was, thinking about her relationship and children with Jon Snow, of all people. Maybe she was the one who needed to sort out her priorities.

Suddenly, as she was lost in her thoughts, she heard the front door open. Daenerys felt the corner of her lips upturn into a small smirk when she heard his rushed footsteps. The door to her chambers opens, and she sees his flushed face in the reflection of her mirror.

"I'm sorry, I-" She turns around and stops him effectively in his tracks. While Dan had returned to the castle to be with Mae, Daenerys had taken it upon herself to turn in for the night. She had bathed, gotten on a robe, and brushed her hair, but hadn't done anything else. And now, she stood with her front turned to Jon, her whole body exposed except for the part her robe barely covered, the light from the torches in their room illuminating her milky skin.

"You're late," were the next words that come out of her mouth. Jon shakes his head and moves his gaze back to her, but she could tell he was trying very hard not to look to her naked body.

"I didn't mean to be," he says, closing the door. "The men – they kept me the whole day. They wanted dinner and some drinks. I had one but I knew I had to get home." Daenerys simply shrugs and turns around, looking at herself in the mirror while going back to combing her freshly-washed hair. She hears Jon come over and he places his hands on her shoulders, but she swats them away with her brush. His brow furrows. "What are you doing?"

She stands and looks at him, walking over to a full-length mirror. "You were late, Jon. I told you not to be." She starts to brush her hair again. "Now, I can't just let you touch me. I have to punish you somehow for lying to me before."

Daenerys sees the recognition in his eyes and stands, walking over to her. "Dany, please – I did it out of protection."

"It was something you still could have told me," she responds, looking at him from her reflection. "And because of that – you can't touch me tonight. And I'm going to be completely undressed."

She sees him stare at her incredulously, sitting on the bed, his head resting on his hands. Daenerys almost feels herself laugh, but instead settles for a smile. She could see his hungry stare, the lustful gaze, but she wasn't going to give in that easily. She had to make him wait.

"You know, you're only hurting yourself," he finally states, standing up. She watches as he takes off his regular clothing, her eyes moving carefully with each of his movements until he was in nothing but his small clothes, but she doesn't move from where she stood. "I know you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you."

Daenerys snorts. While he wasn't wrong, she needed to make sure she was at the very least convincible. "Oh, and how do you know that?" she snickers, raising an eyebrow at him through the reflection. "Your manly instinct?" she jokes.

He comes forward behind her. He was so close she could feel his breath on her neck. He leaned in close to her ear and whispers "I can smell it."

Daenerys feels herself bite her lip and her heart speeds up, but she doesn't budge. Instead, she laughs it off and looks at him in the mirror. "You can smell it?" Their eyes connect in the mirror and she feels herself start to falter slightly. His gaze was enough to make anyone become a waterfall within seconds. She did want to fuck him, but she wanted to win this. "What are you, some dog?"

"If it means I get to fuck you, I'll be whatever you want me to be," he murmurs.

That made her shake her head, her cheeks turning red. She turns her gaze away from his, looking down at where he stood behind her. "I don't know what's happened to you, Jon."

She sees his brow furrow but still doesn't turn around. Surprisingly, he still hadn't put his hands on her, which meant he was following what she said. "Why do you say that?"

"Because the Jon I met back on Dragonstone could barely look at me without blushing," she states, her eyes moving back to connect with his own in the mirror. "And yet the Jon that stands behind him says he would do anything to fuck me, that you smell me. Quite sure the King in the North wouldn't have done that."

"Well, I'm not the King in the North anymore," he muses, and she finally feels his hands rest on her hips. But instead of moving away, she lets out a soft sigh, letting her back rest against his front. As soon as she does that, his arms wrap around her, resting together on her stomach. "And I'm not that same man, either."

"You're still Jon," she whispers.

"I know," he answers, moving his hands up and down her skin. She could almost feel goosebumps come up with each small touch. "But the man that you met was someone who didn't want power. Who wanted to stay by the North's side and do what was 'honorable,' whatever the fuck that means. The Jon you met probably wouldn't have fucked you ever again – can't imagine what that life would be like."

His hands move up to her waist and then slowly back down, rubbing small circles. At this point, her body was betraying her.

"The Jon you know now would never harm you," he whispers to her, nuzzling his nose against her neck. "The Jon that's holding you would do anything to protect you and his family, and the ones he loves, despite what everyone else thinks. The Jon that is right here would gladly go to the North and tell it to fuck all its honor if it meant keeping you."

"Jon," she chuckles in shock, surprised at his language, but she couldn't deny the warm feeling that spread through her chest.

"It's true," he murmurs, his gaze falling back to hers in the mirror. "The Jon that stands behind you right now would do anything to make sure that you're never harmed again. The Jon that's right here would gladly take a powerful role so he could see the woman he cares for rule over some crazy fucking twats." Daenerys brings a hand up to her mouth, chuckling a bit. "This version of me is someone I was in denial about…but it fits me better than I ever thought it could."

Daenerys finally turns around and smiles a little, looking up at him with a raised brow. "You sound like you're craving power, Jon," she whispers, bringing a hand to his cheek. Her eyes glance at his lips, wanting to kiss them, but she holds back. She needed to remind herself that she was in control, not him. Or was she? "Am I going to have to worry about you?"

Jon snorts and shakes his head. "No, Dany. I don't 'crave' power," he chuckles, looking down at her with one of the most loving gazes she had ever seen. "What I crave is safety for my family…and if that means that we need to take over, then I'm willing to do so. Besides…you would look better in that crown anyway."

Daenerys raises her brow as she turns back around to face the mirror, watching as his eyes followed her. "Oh really?"

"Mhm," he murmurs, his hands starting to move up and down her sides again. "Better than that old woman…it would sit right atop your gorgeous head, your hair spilling out the side, the dragons fitting well around your beauty." He leans in and places a soft kiss on her neck, causing her to sigh. She knew she would give in. It was only a matter of time at this point.

"What about you?" she asks, seeing his eyes move back to her own. "You would have to wear a crown too."

"I have far too much hair for a crown."

Now that made her laugh. She throws her head back, closing her eyes as joyous rings of laughter escape her, and she feels him smile against her skin. When she turns to look at him, she has a loving look in her eyes, the same one he had given her moments before. "I think you would look quite good in a crown."

"I was never given one before," he admits to her softly.

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean? You were a King?"

"For a time, yes," he responds. "But it wasn't really long enough to have a crown and everything. I was made King because my people wanted me to be, but I didn't even know if the North would stay independent for as long as it did. I knew there would need to be exceptions if we wanted to defeat the Night King…I'm sure Sansa has a bloody crown," he mutters. "Never wanted one really, but it's a shame I never got to see what they could do."

Daenerys hmms and looks up at his hair. "I still think you would look very handsome in a crown." She brings her hands up to his dark curls, running her fingers through them.

"Think so?" he asks.

She nods. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't," she responds, smiling a bit. "I could see it already. It would be gold, with a dragon head in the middle…with imprints of direwolf prints to honor your Stark side."

Daenerys watches a small smile come across his lips. As much as he had been embracing his Targaryen part of his heritage, she wasn't about to just let him forget about where he came from. She didn't need him to feel lost. "And what of yours?"

"Hmm…silver," she responds, smiling a little. "The crown would wrap around itself, almost like a braid. It would look like a dragon's wing before coming to a halt in the front…" She sighs and glances at the ground. "The dreams of a child, really."

"They aren't dreams if we make them come true," he murmurs to her, turning her back to where she was before, looking at her in the mirror. "It's like what Kinvara said…you're meant to rule."

Daenerys sighs. "I really hope she's okay…I haven't seen her at all. It's not like her to just disappear…I wanted to look for her but we've just been so busy…I feel awful about it."

Jon sighs. "Me too." He looks down at her and squeezes her sides. "I think we should search for her tomorrow…I thought maybe it was just a normal thing for the red priests and priestesses to go off with their own but…it's been a long time."

Daenerys smiles a bit. "I'm glad we agree…I'm only scared for her well-being."

"I understand completely," Jon says softly. He looks at her in the mirror, before suddenly opening his mouth. "I wonder what it would be like to fuck on that throne."

Her eyes practically pop out of her head and her brow raises to the roof above them. "Jon," she laughs, almost feeling herself snort. That was what he was thinking about?

"What?" he asks, as she felt him chuckle. "I'm serious. You could have that whole chamber to yourself. I mean…just imagine it." He wraps his arms around her, resting them right above her navel, letting them linger to where her unclothed lower body was. She bites her lip as her gaze follows his own. "It's only you and me. The children are off practicing or whatever. We have the whole room…you're on top and riding me, screaming in Valyrian, begging to come…gets me hard just thinking about it."

Daenerys smiles a bit as she feels his body lurch forward slightly, rubbing his hardened cock against her back, still stuck within the confines of his smallclothes. But she had to admit that she was getting quite close to letting him have his way with her. "That does sound quite nice," she whispers, and she feels him hmm against her neck. "What else do you imagine, Jon?"

"A lot of things," he answers, and now his hands move to just above her soaking core again. "What it will be like when we take power from those evil monsters." He places a kiss right above her collarbone, causing her to tremble in need. "What it will be like when we finally go back home and are with our family again." He places another kiss, this time at the back of her ear. His hands move right above to where her navel was. "I think about what it would be like if we had another child…kissing your swollen belly, taking care of you."

She feels him kiss the back of her head, but she suddenly pulls back, her thoughts from before racing. He looks at her in surprise as she backs away, suddenly covered up her body with the robe, tying it around her waist.

"Dany?" he asks gently. "Did I say something?"

"No, I-" She takes a deep breath and looks outside. "I just…don't want to talk about it."

With that, she walks over to where the banister was, looking out into the sea. The gentle sea breeze comes into the room, making her platinum hair blow in the wind. Daenerys could hear Jon come behind her, his steps slow and calculating.

"Dany, please, talk with me…we promised no secrets from each other."

"You kept it a secret about telling all of Valyria I was your wife," she mutters.

"For good reason," he responds, finally walking over to her side. "For your protection. And I know you will say you don't 'need' protection but that's what I do. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I promised you I wouldn't do something like that again…but I'd expect you to at least do the same for me." He walks over to her and rests his hands on her cheeks, but she doesn't want to look at him. Doesn't want to feel the embarrassment that goes through her. "Dany, please…look at me. If it's about what I said with a child, I didn't mean to scare you."

Finally, she swallows her pride and sighs, turning her head to gaze into his dark eyes. They were searching for her answer, trying to figure out what was wrong. After a moment, she bites her lip and feels it tremble, not wanting to even say what she was going to. But she had to. She needed to.

"I don't know if we can…have a third, Jon," she whispers.

His brow furrows at her sad look. He comes over to her and pulls her closer to him, resting a hand on her cheek. "What are you talking about, Daenerys?"

She swallows and looks at the ground. "What you said today…it had me thinking." She looks up at him. "About what it would be like if we…were actually married." She sees the hint of a smile appear on his face, but doesn't say anything to that. "And I…I've been wondering if after how Dan and Daemon were born…my body can even handle it."

Daenerys pulls away from him and sighs, running her hands through her hair. She looks back out into the sea, sniffling. She didn't want to cry, but thinking about this really did. She loved her children, but if she couldn't give Jon what he wanted…where did that leave her?

"How were they born?" he asks her gently.

Daenerys' brow furrowed. Had she really never told him? She supposed it had never come up in conversation, but she knew it was something she needed to talk about with him. "I guess we never spoke about it…" She looks up at him. "When you killed me." She saw him visibly flinch, but he doesn't say anything. "I was unconscious for a whole year, and because of that, I wasn't able to…deliver normally, as a woman does. Kinvara said she had to cut into me to take them out." She gently moves around her robe to reveal the long scar that was on her stomach. It wasn't very visible, but if someone pointed it out, you could see. "I know you've never asked about this – probably because you didn't want to bring it up with me – but this scar is from when I had the children, and…and because of what happened, I really don't know if my body can have another one."

She moves her robe again, looking away from his eyes. She couldn't look at him when she said this. It hurt her heart.

"I know that we've been through a lot, Jon," she starts out, her eyes moving to the ground. "But…but if you want to find someone who can give you what you want…I suggest you just leave now because I don't know if that will ever be me. And I don't want to see you go but I…I want you to be happy. And if I can't make you happy, then so be it."

She needed to be strong. She had been pushing this off her mind all day, and now, it was the perfect time to get it out, to expose it all. And now, all she was waiting for was the door. She didn't want to hear it close, but a part of her expected it to.

Instead, she felt hands come around her waist and turn her to face him. Before she could even question what he was doing, he presses his lips firmly against her, pulling her body close to his, the warmth evading her, running his hands through her hair while spilling every single emotion she could ever feel into that one kiss. It was so much that she could feel tears escaping her eyes, as much as she had willed herself not to cry.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against hers. "Dany, I don't care about any of that."

"Really?" she whispers.

"Really. Gods, why would you even think that?"

She sniffles and shrugs her shoulders. "Most men are," she responds after a moment, looking back into his eyes. "What's the point of marrying a woman if you can't produce an heir or it's not for political gain?"

Jon shakes his head, and she could see a soft smile on his lips. "Daenerys, I could not care less about those things," he whispers to her. "You are the one I choose to be with. You are the person who I've pretended was my wife for weeks now. You are the absolutely stunning individual that I consider myself lucky to come home to. If someone didn't marry you, they would be a fool."

Daenerys smiles a bit, wiping the tears from her eyes. "What about your dream? For a third?"

"Dany, I wouldn't care if we had no children or as many children you could possibly have – all I want is to be with you." He rests his hands against her cheeks, stroking her skin. "Would I like another child in the future? Of course. But that's not my end goal for my life. I don't need that. What I need is you and the children that we already have. I don't need many other things – just my family."

Daenerys feels herself start to calm down. "You really do want to stay with me?"

"I've told you, Dany. If someone didn't want to stay with you, they would be a fool." He leans down and kisses her gently, a soft peck that spoke many words to her. When he pulls back, he nuzzles his nose against hers, smiling. "I don't think I've ever wanted to be with someone more."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "You haven't been with many other people, Jon."

"And I wouldn't want to be." He grabs her small hands in his, letting them rest against her sides. "Even if my first love came back and knocked at my door, I would never leave you – not for some child or for anything else. You're mine, Daenerys."

Daenerys feels herself shiver at his words. In the past, if someone had spoken like that to her, she didn't know what she would have done. She used to hate being treated like someone's property. It was why she had freed so many slaves - because they were human beings – not someone's right to be owned.

But it was true. She was his, in every part of her soul, heart, and mind. Daenerys Targaryen was completely Jon's.

"And you're mine," she whispers, running her hand through his curly hair. Tears leak out of her eyes, dripping down her cheeks, and he wipes them away quickly.

"Why are you crying?" he asks her softly.

"Tears of joy," she replies, before leaning up and kissing him.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he lifts her up into his arms, resting her bum against the side of the banister. It doesn't take long for her hands to travel down to his ass, across his firm chest, feeling the stretch of his jawbone along his face. His beard tickled her neck as he laid kisses down her sweet skin, sucking on it like it was some nectar. As her cunt grew moist down below for him, she made up her mind right there and then.

"Bed me," she breathes.

He pulls back from her with a raised brow. "I thought I was being punished?" he murmurs against her lips.

"I want a third."

Jon pulls back and stares at her in surprise, his movements stilled. She nods her head, a soft smile on her lips. "Are you serious?" he asks her gently.

"I don't know if it will work," she admits softly, her hand stroking his hair. "But we can at least try."

Jon's eyes connect with her own, and in that one gaze, she could see so many emotions filtering through his dark orbs. Surprise, shock, happiness, desire, need, and most importantly – love. There was so much love in that one gaze that she knew this was the right decision. There wasn't a single other person she would be willing to do this with. And he knew that too.

He leans in and kisses her again, a kiss filled with passion and longing, a lust so strong that neither of them saw coming. He lifts her back up into his arms, her legs wrapping tightly around him as he carries her over to their bed, his tongue invading her mouth in a need for the dance of lovers. When he lays her down on the bed, he stops midway.

Her brow furrows as he stares down at her, before suddenly moving so that he was on the bottom and she was on top. Her brow furrows. She knew that in the past she had taken control occasionally, but ever since she and Jon had begun coupling it had usually been with him on top. She had never expressed a desire to be in charge – mainly because Jon was the only one who could truly be dominant with her and she would still love it.

But instead, he lets her sit firmly on his lap, his arousal peeking through his small clothes, hard as a rock against her entrance, before his hands suddenly come up and rip the robe right off of her, throwing it to the side. Her eyes widened as she looked at the ruined piece of clothing.

"Jon!" she chastises, turning her body back to him, but he rests his hands on her now naked hips, settling them right above her core. His eyes were filled with lust and want, and it only made her desire him more. He leans up and kisses her heavily, both pulling at each other's flesh, needing to be close, and after a moment, he pulls back and leans in close to her ear.

"Jaelan ao naejot kipagon nyke hae mēre hen aōha zaldrīzoti," he growls in her ear. Daenerys' brow raises, as she stares at him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"'Ride you like one of my dragons?'" she whispers, quoting him. "That's quite a phrase."

"I am a dragon, aren't I?" he grunts against her lip, bucking up against her as she moves her body against his hardened cock. She smirks before kissing him again. In a swift movement, she does the same thing he did, ripping off his shirt, exposing his chest to the world. His brow raises at her. "Dany!" he chastises, joking with her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Be quiet," she murmurs before leaning down and kissing him again. Her hands run up and down his toned and fit chest, fingers trailing around his carved core, before settling right on his hips. She then pushes him down hard, before her hands move down to grab the rest of his small clothes, pulling them off. Her fingers then trail their way to his aching member, already pulsing, needing for her, and she wraps them around, gauging his face for reactions.

His eyes close, letting out a deep shaking breath. After a moment, she starts to move her hand up and down the thickness of his length, watching as he started to swallow, his eyes moving along with hers, darkening with lust.

"Dany," he hisses. "I want to be inside you now."

She shakes her head, leaning down to kiss him. "If I'm going to be on top, I get to be in charge," she whispers. With that, her hand starts to move down his length, up and back again, while her lips started to trail kisses down his body. She could feel him shake and buck with each one, from his neck to his collarbone to his chest. Who knew the White Wolf would be so sensitive?

As she passed the wounds that had both killed him, she placed gentle kisses atop, before continuing her slow pace. It wasn't until she reached the very end of her tirade that she placed a kiss softly on the head of his cock, watching as his hands fisted the sheets, cursing. His cock lurched forward, needing.

"Dany, please," he groans, looking up at her. Oh, who was she to keep him waiting for this long? She wanted this too.

She softly climbs on top of him once more, rubbing her wet cunt against his hardened cock, teasing him for a moment, watching as his eyes closed in frustration, needing to be in her. She rubs the tip of his head against her entrance before slowly started to descend down, breathing in tightly as his length filled her whole.

His hands gripped on her hips so tightly that she knew there would be bruises in the morning, but she doesn't care. All she could focus on was how amazing it felt to have his cock deep inside her, to be fulfilled. Gods, how was it that she hadn't met this man years ago? Gods only knew what they could have accomplished together if being with him felt this amazing.

She stills for a second, relishing in the feeling. Jon leans up and rests his forehead against hers, his arms wrapping around her. She does the same, leaning in and kissing him. In this moment, it didn't matter who they were.

It didn't matter that both of them were powerful, or that they had enemies, or what had happened in the past. Right then, all they were, were two people in love, a couple that was meant to mate, and Daenerys knew that no matter what happened, even if he would Gods forbid die again, she would never find another. He was the one.

"Dīnagon," he whispers against her lips.

Daenerys looks down at him, her eyes hooded with lust, and at his words, she starts to gently move her body up and down, feeling her velvety walls clamp down on him with each movement, taking him as deep as she possibly could, all the way to the hilt. His hands dig deep into her skin and he buries his head in her neck, feeling his teeth bite down on the already sensitive flesh. She curses in Valyrian, throwing her head back, starting to move quicker.

At her pace quickening, Jon moves his head and dips down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling and sucking on it with his tongue while his hand massaged and felt the other. Her body spasms at that, almost faltering in her movements, but he would keep her on his lip, making sure she didn't fall.

"Oh, Jon," she whimpers, her head falling into his neck. "Fuck, don't stop, please."

He switches and latches his tongue onto the other nipple, his hand moving to the breast he had just been on, feeling her tighten around him. After a moment, he brings his free hand down and he starts to rub her clit, which causes her to hold back a scream of pleasure, biting her lip so hard she thought blood might appear.

She moves quicker on top of him, and him sensing her change, he moves his hands down to her hips once more, his forehead resting against her own, their lips colliding fast and breathless, the need to be near each other. In that moment, his fingers clench onto her hips and he starts to buck up into her quickly, chasing a release. She embraces him tightly, moaning into his mouth as each push brought her closer to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she exclaims, her hands latching onto his hair.

He moves quicker into her before he suddenly yanks her head back and kisses her roughly. The primal instinct that was in that one kiss was enough to have her coming on her knees, but she holds back. He pulls back and looks into her eyes, his own filled with darkness and desire as he thrust into her, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other.

"Tell me you're mine," he growls against her lips.

"I'm yours," she whispers, fingers digging into his skin. "Fuck-all yours, Jon. No one else's."

"That's fucking right," he whispers, pulling her into his him for another passion-fueled kiss. Her hands were everywhere, on his hair, on his body as he pushed himself deeper into her with each movement. She moans against him, feeling a fire warm deep within her, the temperature of the room glowing. For a moment, Daenerys looks around and sees that the torches in the room were brighter, larger as if the fire had grown, but that doesn't last long, as she moves her eyes back to his own, pulling at his hair.

"Come for me, ñuha jorrāelagon," he murmurs against her lips, causing her to whimper. "Come for me right now."

That had been enough to let herself go, her fingers digging once more into his skin, clawing at him, her walls clenching down onto his hardened cock, sailing herself into ecstasy and bliss, as her orgasm soared through her. It didn't take long for him to chase his own release after that, and within a few more pumps, he spills his seed deep within her, letting out deep breaths, resting his forehead against her own.

Once her high comes down a bit, Daenerys did say a silent prayer in her head, praying to whatever God that was out there that if it was possible, his seed would take root and a child might form. But for now, she would be happy that she had him in her arms, staring at her with the move love she could ever imagine a man could have.

After a moment of basking in the bliss of their coupling, Daenerys feels Jon fall onto the bed, taking her with him, letting her rest on his chest. His hand begins to stroke her back, running them up and down her skin, causing goosebumps to form. After a moment, he speaks.

"Where are the children?" he mumbles.

That made her snicker. "We just lied with each other and that's the first thing you can think of?" she chuckles, before leaning up on her elbows to look at him. "Dan came home earlier after spending the day with Mae and Zaevar, but Mae wanted to read a book to her sister about an hour ago. Dan decided to go with her to protect her. I'm sure they should be back soon."

"What of Daemon?"

"Dan told me he was practicing some new techniques and wanted to perfect them."

"He couldn't practice it here?"

"Probably had more concentration in the castle," she responds, her fingers trailing on his chest. One of them traces the wound Daario had inflicted on him not too long ago, sighing softly. "They'll be alright, Jon…they are our children. They're fighters. And if something bad happened, they would come straight to us. You know this."

"I know," he mutters, letting his head rest against the pillow. "I just worry – as a father does." He looks down at her, and she sees a soft smile come over his lips. "Were you serious about having a third with me?"

Daenerys rests her hand against his cheek, stroking his beard softly. She wondered what he would look like if he shaved it – surely not the same. "Of course I mean it, Jon," she whispers, before leaning in and resting her lips against his. She feels him let out a breath she didn't' know he was holding, and when she pulls back, she sees relief across his face.

"I was terrified you didn't really mean it – any of it, really."

Her brow raises. "Why would you think that?"

"What am I compared to a queen?" he asks her quietly. "I was born a bastard, and while I did things throughout my life to somehow make up for it, I ended the same way I started – alone. I didn't think I could be anything after I…" His words trail off and he glances away. "I was just in a dark place for a very long time, Dany."

Daenerys runs her hands up and down his skin, feeling him relax beneath her touch. She traces over his scars for a moment before leaning up, moving her lips to cover his own. "You asked before 'what am I compared to a queen,'" she says softly, looking down at him. "You're a king, Jon. My king." She reaches down and kisses him again, letting her hands linger on his own. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

She feels Jon smile against her lips. It was true, though. She wasn't just saying that for his own ego or pride. She truly thought of that.

She could never imagine in her wildest dreams when she was younger sharing the throne with anyone. Maybe once with Khal Drogo, but he had never been more than a true conqueror to her – not a ruler. The Dothraki were fighters, not leaders, which was where she came in. And any other marriage she would have had, it would have been a King consort, nothing more.

But with Jon, no matter where they ruled or stayed, she knew it would be them together against the world.

A moment later, he pulls away, pushing her hair behind her ears. "One day I'll ask you for real."

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean to ask you to be my wife," he murmurs, feeling her cheeks blush under his gaze. "I only don't do it now because our family is sort of in a bit of a situation. And when I marry you, I want it to be done right."

She raises an eyebrow at him. "So you're saying you're going to marry me, Jon Snow?" she whispers.

"That is a promise," he murmurs, kissing her again. After that, he pulls away and glances around the room. "You saw the torches as well, right?"

"Yes!" she exclaims, happy she wasn't crazy. "They got brighter when we were…you know," she mutters, causing Jon to snicker. It made her roll her eyes. How was it that she was so easily able to handle the toughest of situations and yet here she was, blushing about her and Jon having sex.

"I saw it too…maybe it's a sign," he states quietly, placing his hands against her stomach. She smiles a bit and sighs.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up. Signs and I don't work out too well." She looks over at him and shrugs a bit. "Could just mean more powers for our family considering where we've been leading down this road – the flames are normal now but…I can't help but wonder," she murmurs.

Jon rests his arms around her, pulling her close to him again. "Me too…but at least we're fine now." He leans in close and kisses her forehead, a soft gesture that instantly had her relaxing in his grip. "Sleep, my dragon."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "My dragon? Where did that come from?"

"Well, Dan and Daemon are your little dragons," he murmurs, looking down at her. "That means you're my dragon, huh?"

Daenerys stares at him, her heart strung completely by this man. How had it taken her so long to find someone that was so accepting of who she was? Of course, they had gone through the worst shit imaginable, but if anything, they had come out stronger. Jon was more embracing of who he was than ever now, and she was there to encourage him on. And hearing him call her that, knowing he listened to what she said to her children…it only made her fall for him more.

She had held off saying those words that always seemed to curse her in the past, for she was afraid that once she did, all of this would disappear. But staring at him right now…she knew it wouldn't.

"Jon…" she whispers, resting her hand against his cheek. "I…I l-"

A knock so loud on the door caused them both to jump up from where they stood. It was hard and endangering like someone was trying to break down their door, but as soon as they heard the voice on the opposite side, they sprung up from the bed.

"Mother! Father!"

It was Dan, and she was screaming.

Daenerys quickly throws on some pants and a shirt, running to the door. While Jon still hid behind trying to find his own clothes, she opens the entrance to her chambers to see Dan standing there, tears in her eyes. She pulls the girl into her arms, worries invading her. Seeing her usual strong daughter brought to tears made fear enter her system.

"Dan, what is it? Tell me, what's wrong?"

"They-outside!" She pulls at her hand, and Daenerys looks over at Jon, who had just quickly gotten dressed. He runs out by her side as they follow Dan to the front. Once they open the door, Daenerys stops midway, staring in front of her.

Right in front of her and Jon was possibly the whole city of bloody Valyria, all with torches and weapons. The dragons screeched above them. As soon as she and Jon walked out, there were shouts and yells in the crowd, but none directed at them. Instead, Daenerys listened intently to what some of them said, her brow furrowed.

"Spineless monsters!"

"Should have killed them when we had the chance!"

"Bastards!"

Daenerys looks over at Jon, who was trying to comfort Dan. Mae and Zaevar weren't too far, both looking nervous as well. He turns to the others as Daenerys raises her hand quietly, and instantly, everyone begins to quiet down. Her brow furrows as she looks to the crowd.

"While I don't normally like to be disturbed in the middle of the night," she starts out. "My daughter crying is not a normal occurrence. What is it that is happening right now?"

"My lady," a man says quietly, coming forward and bowing his head. Daenerys feels Jon appear next to her as Dan runs over to her side, grabbing her hand.

"Taevar," Jon grunts out, crossing his arms across his chest. Ah, she knew this man. Well, he probably knew most of them. She knew the common people while the noble folk had been his cup of tea. "What is going on?"

"We awoke tonight to find our children missing, Jon," the man says urgently, looking up at him. Jon's brow furrows as Daenerys steps forward.

"What do you mean missing?" she asks.

"Gone!" another man calls out. "My young daughter was taken by some of the queen's guards!"

"My son from the king's guards!" one other man shouts out, and yell after yell after yell was all about who was taken. Daenerys looks around and then glances at Taevar, nodding at him.

"Was your child a sorcerer as well?" she asks, afraid for the answer.

And sadly, he nods his head. "We knew they were planning something…but we didn't think they would take our children away. We don't know where they might have gone, but we found tracks that could lead their way…but we didn't want to go without you."

Daenerys looks over at Dan, her brow furrowed. "Why are you crying then?"

She sniffles and looks over at her mother. "They took Daemon, mother."

Dany's eyes widen as she moves her gaze to Mae and Zaevar, who sadly nod. "When we went back to the castle to read to Nesara, we couldn't find her," Mae explained quietly. "We searched for hours but found nothing. When we came out of the castle, more people said their children had gone missing. We think wherever Daemon went…"

"Nesara did too," Zaevar finishes, looking up at them.

Daenerys stands, bringing a hand to her mouth. They had taken Daemon. He was with the other children in who knows where. She knew he wasn't dumb – he could protect himself. But the very thought of him being out there…it terrified her and yet fueled her. They had to go looking. Now. She wasn't about to lose another person that she loved. Not again.

She looks to Jon, who seemed to have fury written across his face. "They took our son," he growls, his hands turning into fists. Daenerys walks over and quickly takes his hand in hers, before resting the other on his face.

"Jon," she warns softly, trying to look into his eyes. She knew he was enraged – she was as well – but they couldn't let anger be the thing that guided them. They had done that once before, and both of them knew how that ended.

Jon looks down at her and lets out a deep sigh, and she feels his shoulders drop. He turns to look back at the crowd that had gathered before looking over at Zaevar. "You said your sister disappeared. Why weren't you taken with them? Or Dan?"

"We think we might have gotten back from our trip after they were taken," Zaevar explains. "We went to the castle at first and saw them for a moment before we headed out to practice ourselves…that's when they were taken. Anyone that wasn't being watched."

Daenerys runs a hand through her hair, stress stretching through her, watching Jon quietly. He nods and turns back to the crowd, and then his eyes on Taevar.

"Although my child was taken you waited for us. Why?"

"Because we want you to lead."

Daenerys' brow raises as Tarvar walks up to him, lowering his own torch so he could look Jon in the eye.

"You and Daenerys talk about change, about wanting to see the Valyrians free in the world. We want that too. We knew something like this would happen, but none thought this soon, or this early. This was the wake-up call we needed. The king and queen need to pay for what they've done – stealing our children in the middle of the night for who bloody know's what – and we want you to lead us into the night to take them down. You and she have taken on the world together, taken down foes no one thought could be destroyed. And yet, you stand. You and Daenerys."

The rest of the crowd cheers at his words, starting up a chant. Daenerys looks over at Jon, who's eyes turn to her. She squeezes Dan's hand, giving her a comforting look, before walking to Jon's side. Jon looks to the crowd, who continued to cheer, and he does the same as Daenerys had done before, raising his hand.

Almost instantly, they all become silent, listening to him. Daenerys tried not to smile, forcing it down. It felt great to see him taking on this role so quickly, but it was what they needed to do to find her son.

"While I am…humbled you want my wife and I to lead," he starts out, with Daenerys fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the 'wife' part. "We need to do this together and find all of our children. Whatever the king and queen have planned can't be good if they are so willing to steal our families in the night. We leave in ten – just give us a couple of minutes to get our things together."

The men nod and cheer after them, while they all begin to prepare as well. Daenerys looks at Jon, who both think the same thing – they supposed their silent war with the king and queen would be coming to a head sooner than they thought.

Daenerys turns to Dan after a moment, resting her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Look at me, sweetling." The young girl nods and looks up, wiping at her tears. "Don't cry. What happened to your brother was not your fault. What happened to Nesara was not your fault, nor was it Mae's or Zaevar's. We are going to bring them back – all the children – and they will pay for what they are doing. I promise you that."

Dan nods softly, looking up at her. "I know…I just don't want him to be hurt."

"Neither do I, but he will return." She looks to the other children. "Are you going to be staying?"

"Fuck no!" Zaevar exclaims, and Mae nudges him in the side, an angry look on her face. Zaevar rubs the back of his neck before looking at Daenerys again, who had a surprised look on her face. "Forgive me, Lady Daenerys. With all due respect, that's my sister…and my family took her. I can't just stay here."

"And neither can I," Mae says softly from his side.

Daenerys sighs and nods. "Well, I can't stop you. Just stay by Jon and me." The two children nodded, and then she turns her head to Dan. "That goes for you too, young lady." She nods quietly, the tears now gone from her eyes, a look of determination in them.

The dragon queen then stands and looks over to Jon, who had now come out of their home with both Longclaw and Dark Sister, handing her the sword. She leans in and gives him a soft kiss, knowing he was nervous about what might be happening to Daemon.

"We're really doing this?" he asks her softly, his words echoing her own she had said to him a couple of months prior. But she nods back to him, grabbing his hand.

"We are – and when we find them, we will make them pay," she whispers.

Jon's eyes search her own before he leans in and kisses her again. When he pulls back, he strokes her cheek and whispers words she never thought he would say. "With fire and blood."

Her brow raises in surprise as he steps back, looking to the men that now stood in front of him. As he raises his sword, they cheer, taking out their own.

"We ride tonight for our children. Don't lower your guard – I have a feeling this isn't going to be so easy. But together, we will take them back!" The men cheer again, and Daenerys feels herself smile a bit as Jon descends into the crowd, the men clattering around him, while she follows suit. Mae and Zaevar walk ahead, trying to make sure they stayed close to Jon as Daenerys had said, while Dan stayed at her side.

Quietly, after a moment, Dan looks up at her from where she stood, her own sword close in her hands. Although her voice was quiet, it was said with conviction. "Father fits the role well, doesn't he?"

Daenerys smiles at her child before her eyes move back to where Jon was at the front, leading them now through the streets of Valyria, with her not too far from him, commoner and noble people following her from behind. "He does, my little dragon. He does."

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Here are some more Valyrian translations for ya'll:

Ivestragī nyke qogralbar aōha relogs - Let me fuck your mouth

Jaelan ao naejot kipagon nyke, hae mēre hen aōha zaldrīzoti- I want you to ride me, like one of your dragons.

Dīnagon- Move

ñuha jorrāelagon – my love

I hope you all like this chapter because I worked hard on the smut and the ending I'm sorry it's so long lol I promise next chapter won't be 20,000 words. Just to clarify something really quickly. It's been about a half a year - at least in Valyrian time - that the family has been within the walls of Valyria. The twins are now around the age of twelve from the beginning of the story to now.

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