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)

44. Daenerys and Jon: The Wedding, Part 2

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Jon

He didn't know why he was nervous.

Jon had been through plenty of battles at this point in his life. He had faced off against Ramsey in Winterfell. Had killed so many wights it was almost comical. Fought in the streets of King's Landing alongside his men. Even in Meereen, while fighting the slave master's soldiers. So many battles and so many fights.

And yet, this was the most nervous he had ever been between any of those.

Battling was something he had been born to do. It was the only way as a child he felt he could gain his father's – no, uncle's – respect and be seen as equal to his other sons. Going to join the Night's Watch, you were expected to know how to fight and battle. It was something that should come second nature to you, besides living.

But marrying a woman? Yeah, that was something he was never prepared for.

Again, he didn't know why now nerves decided to take over. It wasn't like he and Dany weren't already practically married. They had been pretending for gods knew how long at this point. They have five children. Six, if you counted the growing babe in Daenerys. They were well past the point of marriage for any normal couple. But then again, they had never been normal.

He supposed the nerves came in because all he wanted was to make this day great for her. For this to be something they remember, even in their darkest hours, if anything wrong happens in the future. He wanted her to remember his promise to her that he's going to make today, to love her and protect her for the rest of her days.

And considering how the day had already turned out, he was quite nervous about what would come after. But Tyrion was locked up, and as far as he knew, there were no other surprises – unless some lord proclaimed to marry Dany instead, to which Jon would probably cut his head off.

"Gods, I need to calm down," he mutters to himself, looking at himself in the mirror.

He had never been one for fancy clothing either. Just the simplest of looks and he was normally on his way. He didn't need to look handsome – just prepared. But now, the tailors had fit him with something a king would wear, a leather top with bottoms that were laced with intricate designs, some he couldn't even make out. Their house colors stood out, red and black all along the edges, sleeves, and backs, and he could distinctly make out some sort of longer back – what was it, a cape as Sansa called it? – that laced it.

Because Valyria was a mix of all religions at this point due to many coming here from different cities, Jon and Daenerys had decided to do sort of a mix between the Faith of the Seven, The Old Gods and the New, as well as R'hllor for the majority. Kinvara would be doing the ceremony and they had already given her every bit of information she could have needed. Neither he nor Dany were very religious – at least not on a daily basis like some others – so they wanted to make sure to include as many people as possible.

Jon sighs and looks at himself in the mirror and then at the crown that sat on the dresser next to it. It still felt strange that he was getting to experience this. Him, the man who grew up as bastard, and now a king, gets to marry and be with the most beautiful woman in the world. He still to this day wondered how he had gotten so lucky – because honestly, it had to be luck. She could have had anyone and yet she chose him? The brooding master?

He chuckles a bit to himself, glancing at the ground. A part of him thought about all of the weddings that had happened in Westeros and each of their outcomes, how many of them either ended in death or despair or just…disgusting shit. Even after everything she had done to him, Jon still felt pity in his heart for what had happened to Sansa after her wedding with Ramsey. He was a piece of scum that needed to be killed. But now his relationship with Sansa was completely ruined.

Honestly, he didn't even know if there was one to ruin in the first place. She had hated him as a child and only started to like him when it benefitted her. Killing Ramsey, taking back Winterfell. Using his men. And while her bringing the Arryn forces during the Battle of the Bastards was incredibly needed, a part of him only thought it was another way in which she showed her power. And then, of course, the biggest betrayal of them all – telling fucking Tyrion Lannister that he was a Targaryen. Like, for fuck's sake.

And he still knew it was because she wanted to stay in that castle. She wanted to remain that Queen of the North, or the Lady in Winterfell, or whatever the fuck it was called. Just thinking about it sent his blood boiling. But after a moment, he forces himself to calm down, and look at himself in the mirror again.

He wasn't going to let his inner thoughts get to him again today. He was going to enjoy this day. He was going to marry his love, have a festival, dance with his children, drink happily, and then bed her like he was supposed to on a day like this. Instead of letting all of this anger take hold, happiness had to come instead. And he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

He could only wonder what was going on with Daenerys and Eleana. The handmaiden had been working her ass off to prepare the wedding for the queen as well as everyone else. She was probably going to have several drinks when all of this was done. It was times like this where despite Eleana's age – she was even younger than Arya, he didn't know if she was even twenty yet – she was wise and very grown-up beyond her years.

A silent knock on the door interrupts his thoughts and Jon turns his head. "Come in." He was almost expecting Taevar to be the one to greet him, but instead, it was only Davos. Jon could see people running past him, some handmaidens as well, all working together to make sure everything was perfect until Davos closes the door behind him. There was chatter from beyond.

"Must say – you and Daenerys seem to put on quite the shindig. Lots of people down there."

Jon chuckles a bit, turning his face back to the mirror. "We've invited a lot of people to sort of foster community between the cities." At Davos' raised eyebrow, Jon continues. "Since we've taken over the Free Cities as well as the Slaver Cities, we want the people who have lived here all this time to get to know the ones from there. If we're all going to be under the same rule then we need to get along. Best way to bring people together is through a festival."

Davos nods, coming to his side. "Sounds like something smart to do. If only weddings in Westeros were like that," Davos mutters.

"Don't remind me," Jon instantly states. "I'm trying my hardest not to think about how most of those ended."

Davos chuckles a bit. "I doubt that's going to be the case with your wedding." He pats the man on the back and moves to stand next to him. "Besides, it's a bit different…your rule has a lot more power than probably any rule I've ever seen. And yet you don't seem to use it unless completely needed."

Jon sighs a bit before looking over at Davos. "Because what kind of rulers would Dany and I be if we just burned every person we came in contact with? She said herself years ago to Tyrion Lannister himself that she didn't want to be Queen of the Ashes – and of course, he went along and made her that, the little shit – but we were given a second chance. Neither of us wants that."

Davos smiles a bit and nods. "I can tell. I talked to some of your people before I came up here."

"Right, I wanted to ask you – what did Daenerys and you do once I left to speak with Tyrion? And please, if you want to sit, do so."

"Ah, she showed me around." Davos nods at him as he sits in the chair of Jon's desk, looking up at him. "Let me see different parts of the castle. Had a really nice conversation with her in the garden. Talked about you looking at her 'good heart' when you first met." Jon's eyes widen.

"You told her that?!"

"Oh, she's had far worse than a man staring at her," Davos chuckles, causing Jon to shake his head in disbelief. "Either way, I feel like I got to know her. I never really had a real conversation with her back in Westeros because we were always so focused on the dead and then Cersei and then, well…you know what happened." Jon hmms, not having to say a word. "She's a very nice girl. Really sweet. All I can see is how she wants the best intentions for everyone she comes across. You two really fit together."

Jon smiles a bit, glancing at the ground. "Yeah, we do." He looks back at Davos. "What happened after that?"

"Well, you had your little quote-on-quote 'meeting' with Tyrion," Davos points out. "And she came to your aid, so I was taken to meet the children."

"Was Arya there?"

"No, she happened to be missing from the group, but the children said she went off to talk to Gendry about something and excuse me – I did not know Gendry was here. When did he arrive?"

Jon chuckles. "We didn't know either, at first. Gendry and Arya had apparently been corresponding for a long time prior to his arrival. And then he showed up in Meereen. He was there when we weren't. And then when Arya came here, she brought Gendry as well. Ever since then, he's been here. He's said he's left his advisors in charge at Storm's End for the time being."

Davos shakes his head. "All of these people, running away for love – reminds me of my youth. Ahh." He looks back up at him. "Either way, I met the children. Gods, those two look so like you two it's almost scary. They're like exact copies. When I looked at Daemon, I saw a younger Jon. Same as Dan. The only thing that's swapped are-"

"The eyes," Jon finishes, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, I noticed that too, the moment I saw Dan. She had mine, while Daemon always had his mothers."

Davos smiles, his eyes almost twinkling. "And those three other ones – especially the little one, you have your hands full with her – they're so sweet. They love you both." Jon feels his heart clench at that, and a soft smile comes over his lips. "I don't know what they went through, but I can see that you are giving them a much better experience than any other parent could give them. I'm proud of you for that."

Jon could see Davos bow his head, and after a moment he looks up. And surprisingly, Jon could see his eyes glisten with unshed tears. His brow furrows as he comes over to his side. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Davos reassures, looking up at him. "I just-" He takes a deep breath and looks down, before looking back at him. "I remember how scared you were when you first woke up from the dead. I remember how lost you seemed. You didn't know why you were brought back. Fuck, none of us knew. But you were and we only had to deal with it. But now…now you seemed like you've found your way. You're going to have a loving wife, a beautiful family, people who follow you." He sighs and smiles a bit. "I'm glad you've grown into the man I knew you could be."

Jon's brow furrows slightly. "You didn't think so before?"

"Jon, when I first met you, you were only just anointed the Lord Commander. You were unsure. All you did know was that there was a threat to the North that had to be dealt with, but your choices you didn't know how to handle. You weren't sure about what you had done, even when I would assure you that you made the right choice, despite what happened. Now, you're surer of everything. You're a leader, a true commander. As is your wife. Gods, you have your hands filled with that one."

Jon laughs a belly laugh that fills the room. "Trust me, I know."

"That determined look in her eyes – never seen it. She has a vision. And you do, too." He sighs and looks back to the ground. "I can only wish you happiness with your rule and the people that you serve. They seem to care for you. The ones I talked to – all of them spoke about how you and she have changed the outlook of Valyria. Built homes for the poor and the travelers, improved the market system. I mean, what king have you heard of that actually went out into the streets and helped build buildings? I have never met one."

Jon could see how Davos looked at the ground, a concerned expression across his face. "Davos," Jon says gently. "Is there something else wrong?"

Davos sighs and looks up at him. "My wife." He bites his lip and looks at the ground. "I only worry about her back home. I've barely been able to see her since taking up Master of Ships and when I have, she says that our land is falling apart due to lack of coin or care from the crown. Our crops around the area are dying. My children are starving."

Jon's brow raises. "Child…ren? I thought you only had a son."

Davos chuckles slightly. "I always talked about him because he was one of the eldest. He sailed with me on my ships. After he died…I was so lost for a long time. But let it be known, I have plenty of children back home. Some are off exploring the world in their ships, but I have younger ones, ones that need help. And I…I can't imagine them suffering so much. And I despise that I can't do anything to help them." He sighs and looks up at the window. "Bran is a changed man. I don't know what happened but he's not the same. He hasn't helped the innocent or anyone else in I don't know how long…it's always just been focused on battle plans or certain outcomes of things…he never looks to anyone else. To the small people like my family, who are just trying to survive at this point…it hurts." He chuckles bitterly. "And then I see this place and it's thriving and…it only angers me that I didn't stand up for you at the pit, or anything else. We could have had this. Not what we have now."

The anger seeped out of Davos like steam before he was a tired mess. Jon rests a hand against the man's back. "Don't feel anger for not standing up for me back then." Davos looks at him confused, but Jon only nods. "In a way, Sansa was right. I wasn't in the right state of mind to become a king. I had just killed Dany. I needed time to process everything. The only reason I am who I am now is because of what she and I went through. Without it, I don't think we would have this place."

He bites his lip and nods, before turning to him.

"I also have an idea of how you can help your family," he starts out. "Bring your family and yourself here."

Davos' brow raises in shock. "…what?"

"Did I stutter?" Jon chuckles a bit. "I'm serious. We could always use a hand on our council, and we currently don't have a Master of Ships, as you say. You would fit in here. My wife already knows you. My children know you now."

"I…what about my family? What about Tyrion?"

"This would happen after we've dealt with whatever peace treaty it is that you wish to give to the king over there," Jon explains. "You and he can go back – or he could be dead, whatever his choices may be – and deliver it. Then you can leave with your family the next day, secretly."

"I can't just get on another ship with my whole family. I only was able to do this because I left at night. They have strict rules about leaving during the day. I wouldn't be shocked if I was reprimanded the moment I get back there," Davos explains.

Jon bites his lip before another idea comes into his head. "How about we do what we've been doing regarding the food in the North?" he asks him. "We go under the guise of Braavosi ships. Act like we are visitors. There, you can tell the king that you're leaving on some sort of vacation - or whoever it is you report to – because your son may be feeling sick and there's only a treatment in Essos that can help it. Or you can say it's 'woman troubles' about your wife. No one will question you about that. From there, we can sail you and your family back here."

Davos was quiet, looking at the ground. "But…what about my home? Or the people around it? They will still be suffering."

Jon sighs. "They will be, yes. Until we can work on an agreement to help them. But if you want your family to be helped before the rest of the people, bringing them here would work well. They would be well-fed, kept in a warm home. They would never have to worry for the rest of their days."

Davos lets out a soft sigh and looks over at him. "I can't just leave them, boy…I'm part of the small council. You don't just leave the small council. You, of all people, know that. They'll come hunting for me once we don't return after a while."

"Then have Tyrion vouch for you," Jon states quietly. "His head is already on thin ice. He's already locked away. If he vouches for you, they won't come looking for you."

Davos raises an eyebrow. "You really trust him?"

"Absolutely not," Jon snorts. "But I trust you, and I trust that the threat of death will be immensely on his mind the whole time that he'll have no choice but vouch for you. Because he knows that if he tells the truth, well, there's a dragon that could use a snack." He sees Davos chuckle a bit at the jest but his eyes stay on the ground.

After a moment, he sighs. "I don't know, Jon. I mean, if I could, I would. They need to be somewhere safe. But…I'm just nervous about what they might do. That's all."

"Don't be," Jon reassures. "We have walls. We have a whole army. We have men who would die willingly to protect anyone close to the king because they care for us. If they come here, you won't be harmed at all, and neither will your family. They'll be safe. And best of all, you'll be able to see them whenever you wish. You won't be away for years at a time."

Davos bites his lip and nods quietly. "I'll…I'll think about it. I'll let you know soon." He looks back at him. "Does Daenerys know?"

Jon shakes his head. "No, but I'll talk with her about it. I'm sure she won't have any issues with it. And if she does, we can work something out. I'll explain to her everything that is happening with your family." He reaches over and grabs the man's hand. "You've always helped me, Davos. Let us help you and your family. For once in your life, be the person who receives something, not gives something."

Davos smiles a bit at his words and nods. "Thank you…it's an offer hard to refuse. I only have to think about the safety of it…if it's possible. I don't mean to insult you."

"Take the time you need. I don't need an answer straight away." He presses a hand against the man's shoulder before standing. "Besides, we do have a wedding to attend to quite soon." Davos chuckles and nods, taking the man's hand that helps him up.

"By the way," Davos points out, groaning as he stood. "That outfit you're wearing – fanciest shit I've ever seen you in."

Jon grunts. "I know. Not really my style but that's what the seamstresses prepared." He glances at himself in the mirror. "I wonder what the younger me would think of this."

"He'd probably think this was a fuckin' dream," Davos points out, to which Jon laughs.

"Yeah, most likely." At that moment, another knock sounds on the door, and Jon turns to look again. "Come in!" The door opens and in runs his three daughters, all of which were already done and ready for the wedding. Dan crosses her arms, staring up at the two of them.

"Are you serious? You're talking when you have mother to marry? Get out there!" she commands.

Jon chuckles and nods his head. "I know, calm down. We're on our way." He grabs his cloak and sees Mae run in towards the dresses, grabbing his crown.

"Don't forget this!" she chastises him. "It's never good to see a king without his crown."

Jon raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"When a king doesn't have his crown, it shows a lack of power – at least that's how it is here in Essos. And since you invited everyone from the union I think it would work out well if you wore it." Jon glances at the headpiece and sighs. Truly he only wore the crown when absolutely needed, whether that be when he was in the throne room with Dany or on official business, but all other times he kept it safe within their chambers.

Even so, she did have a point. This was the first real union of every single faction of whom they had taken into their hands. It was good to show power – even if today, to him, it meant nothing. He would have been satisfied just getting married by a weirwood tree. But Dany deserved better than that.

"Alright," he states softly, taking the crown into his hands. "Davos, would you mind bringing the children down to the ceremony? I'll be down there in a little bit."

"Of course." Davos walks out with Mae and Nesara, who was asking him a million questions about his hands while they walked. Dan goes to leave with them, but Jon reaches out and grabs her shoulder gently, turning her to him.

She raises an eyebrow, and he wraps an arm around her tightly, pulling her into a tight embrace. She returns the hug just as much, but when she pulls away, a confused look was in her eyes.

"What was that for?" she asks.

"For just being you," he says softly to her. "You truly look like a princess right now – a far cry from a couple of years ago."

Dan chuckles a bit and nods. "Yeah…dresses were never really my thing but for mother, I can make it." She pulls out the dress that had twirl designs and landed near her feet. "Mae made this for me. I told her she didn't have to but after you guys said no to her making the dress she wanted to make something, so she made all of ours."

Jon's brow raises. "She really did do all of that?"

"Well, when she was locked away from her family, she didn't have much to do, so she learned how to sew. And became really good at it." She brings a hand up to her hair. "And it did this all by myself too. I finally learned how to do mother's braids right. It was impossible. I bet you that you're still learning."

"To do as intricate braids as you and she do? I could never come close," Jon chuckles before standing. "Go and find your sisters. I'll be with you in a little bit towards the front. Do you know where Zaevar and Daemon are?"

"Zaevar is waiting for me for the fire we're planning," Dan says, a mischievous smile upon her lips. Jon raises an eyebrow, wondering if he should ask what on earth it was those two were thinking of doing but lets it slide. "Daemon, I'm not entirely sure. He went up to get ready but I haven't seen him since."

Jon hmms and glances at the door. "Alright, I'll go look for him. Oh, and tell the Galeron's we have a special surprise for them later." Dan tilts her head in confusion but Jon only nods. "Tell them. It'll be great. But that's not until the festival later."

Dan nods. "Okay!" She gives a quick hug to him and a soft smile before taking off. Jon smiles as she does, thinking of how far they had come. Who knew that following a voice in her head would lead to this? To everything that was happening now? To a family that he never thought he would ever have?

And yet, here he was.

He sighs softly and glances towards the door. Moving quickly, he grabs the crown and places it on his head before heading towards the door. He didn't want to run into any people, so he goes instantly down the staircase where Daemon's room would be. When he gets to the entrance he stops and lets people run past him, before he enters the hallway.

Quietly, he steps up to the door and hears nothing come from inside. He gently knocks and gets no response. Concern starts to flood him.

"Daemon?" he calls out. Nothing.

He goes to open the door, finding it unlocked, and steps inside, looking around. The sun had begun to set in the distance, so there was a sheer glow over the room, illuminating certain areas. He wasn't on his bed, and he wasn't at his desk. His sketchbook that he had been using to draw out his dreams laid open.

Jon walks over, taking a peek at some of the newer sketches. They were different from the ones he originally put that had him and Daenerys concerned. Some were of the castle, others of people outside. A few were of his sister, a couple of Nesara. One of Mae and one of Zaevar. Jon had no idea he had spent this much time drawing. Maybe in another life, he could have been an artist. Hell, if he wanted to in this life he could have been. Jon wouldn't judge, and he was pretty sure Daenerys wouldn't either.

"Daemon?" he calls out, again, trying to hear something, when suddenly a small voice calls out.

"In here." Jon follows the sound and heads towards the bathing chambers. He was almost expecting to see Daemon on the pot, but instead, all he sees is him sitting against his chamber bath, looking down at a piece of parchment that was in his hands. Jon's brow furrows as he walks over to him.

"Is everything alright, Daemon?" he asks gently.

The boy swallows and glances up at him. "Yeah, I'm…I'm fine."

Jon raises an eyebrow. "Never be a liar – you're horrible at it." Daemon sighs as Jon moves to sit down next to him, taking off his cloak while doing so. "Tell me, what is it?"

Daemon looks over at him and then silently hands him the parchment he was looking at. Jon's eyes scan it quickly, and as soon as he does, he feels his chest burn in anger.

'To the Targaryen's,

While we watch from afar, we can see that Valyria is growing. But know that there is no possible way that we are allowing your way of life, of fire and blood, to reach its way onto our continent.

We killed one Targaryen before. We will do it again if we have too. You can threaten us with dragons, or your armies, but we have a whole country who despises what Daenerys had done. And they will be ready to strike.

Stay in your country.

-the Nobles of King's Landing.'

"I just got it," Daemon says quietly. "I was getting ready and some crow dropped a letter in my window…I think all of us were supposed to read it but I got curious…I didn't think it was going to be something like that."

Jon pinches the bridge of his nose. Why – the fuck – could they not get a break today? First, they had to deal with bloody Tyrion coming back here, and now some assholes were sending threats to them? What person did that? Just randomly?

Someone who wasn't in the right state of mind, that's who.

Gods, he hated nobles. He would still see what they could possibly do for the civilians, but if this kept going on, he didn't know how long they would be able to help. Or keep the peace. All he did know was that his son was frightened. And that was the last thing he wanted.

"Daemon," he breathes out gently, before lowering the letter and pulling the boy into his arms. He knew that Daemon was growing older – he was almost positive that both him and Dan were nearly thirteen now – but there was nothing quite like an embrace from someone's father to calm them down. At least the good kind. "Look at me."

He could see that the boy was shaking, glancing at the ground, but after a moment, he forces his eyes to look up at Jon.

"You're a Targaryen," he starts off. "Things like this are going to come in. I don't know how many people are terrified of the power that we have, but we have it. We are some of the most powerful people in this world – probably the most powerful family, and that's coming from someone who doesn't even have actual powers as you do. There are going to be threats. It's something that we, as a family, will have to deal with."

He places a hand gently on the boy's chin, causing him to look up.

"But I can assure you, no matter who this is or what they are planning, no harm will come to you or your siblings. You will be safe. I know you always say you can fight, as can they, and I believe you. But we don't want you fighting until it's absolutely needed."

"I'm honestly more scared for you," Daemon admits softly. "I know you have enemies in Westeros that aren't too…I don't know, happy that we're doing so well over here. I know mother has enemies as well…I just…really hope that whatever Davos and Tyrion are planning, it can reach King's Landing before their next letter does."

Jon rubs the boy's back. "I understand. You don't need to tell me." He hugs the boy closely and lets out a soft sigh. "Do you mind if I keep the letter?" Daemon shrugs, to which Jon puts it into his pocket. "I'm going to show this to your mother later on, after the ceremony…best to keep this from the other siblings for the time being. I know exactly what Dan is going to want to do once she sees something like this." He looks down at him and grabs the boy's hand again. "You, however, are to go downstairs and forget about this. I know that's a heavy request, but think about anything else. I don't want you to be focusing on something like this on a day like today…can you do that for me?"

Daemon sighs but nods. "I…I can try."

"Good," Jon says softly, helping the boy stand. "I see you're all ready to go."

"I was sort of forced to. I felt bad because we left Davos behind."

Jon chuckles a bit. "Davos was fine, don't worry." He helps the boy out of the room. "What do you think of him?"

"As long as he wasn't the one who sent that letter, I'll have nothing but respect for him," Daemon states quietly, causing Jon to bitterly sigh.

"I know…try not to think about it. Hey." He stops the boy before he could head downstairs, both of his hands on his shoulders. "I love you. We're going to be alright, okay? Just take a deep breath with me. Ready? In." He breathes in slowly, and Daemon mimics it. "Out." The puff of air comes out just as slow, and Daemon does the same.

He knew his son could get a bit nervous about things like this – to which he had a right. Daemon had suffered the most out of the set of twins. He didn't want what happened in the volcano to ever happen to someone else, especially his family. But today wasn't the day to worry about it.

"Good," Jon whispers, hugging the boy gently. "Now go down there…I'm sure the guests are growing impatient."

"A king or queen is never late," Daemon states. "Everyone else is early."

Jon snorts. "Where did you hear that?"

"Mother."

He laughs, shaking his head. "Of course you did. Well, go then and entertain. I'll be down in a couple of minutes." Daemon smiles again, a grin that made Jon's fears ease up only slightly, before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Once he was gone, Jon lets out a soft sigh and leans against the wall, closing his eyes.

Fucking. Westeros.

Why is it that he literally sailed all the way across the world to get away from the people there, and yet somehow that always find their way back to them? And how had a letter reached them here anyhow? That bird had to be under some guise from Bran to be able to find their capital hidden so easily.

He knew the walls had been taken down, but Valyria was still hidden behind ruined mountains and steamed waters, ones that practically blocked it from the outside world. It was the only entrance out into the Smoking Sea, but many feared it and didn't come their way. But now, a bloody bird had figured out its way into their home, delivering some raven.

Which meant that keeping Davos here, and Tyrion alive, was more important than ever.

Jon lets out another bitter sigh, before leaning up and glancing towards where his cloak sat, before quietly picking it up. He could see etchings of the Targaryen's house sigil, but the imprints of direwolf prints against the cape as well, all mixed with black, grey, and red coloring, with speckles of white. He truly was a combination of both houses.

He acted as a dragon, but he had to admit his heart was still a wolf, still beating the same as it had back when he lived with the Starks. If not a little more….violent now. And if Westeros was threatening their very lives, he needed to act on that.

There was a sudden whimper from the door and Jon looks over to see Ghost had made his way down the hallway and was sitting, tilting his head at him. Jon sighs and walks over to him. "Hey boy," he whispers, scratching the side of his ear. "I thought you were already down near the alter?"

The direwolf lets out a soft growl. Jon smiles a bit.

"You knew I was angry, didn't you?" he chuckles softly. "Just like Aryeon and Jonarys." Whenever he was outside, and emotions would take hold over something, there was some connection that he had with those dragons that he had with Ghost. Three creatures that symbolized who he was. "Well, don't worry…today isn't the day for that. We need to go marry a beautiful woman. Are you going to come with me?"

Ghost lets out a bark and Jon smiles again before standing.

"Then let's go." Letter be damned, he could talk about it later. He was going to enjoy this day, for as long as he could.

---

Daenerys

"You look beautiful, my queen."

Daenerys smiles gently from where she stood, looking at herself in the mirror. She still couldn't believe that this day was happening, and yet, here she stood, almost getting ready to walk down the aisle to marry Jon fucking Snow.

Well, not a Snow. A Targaryen.

She had placed on the dress that Vyana had worked on for her, as well as the veil that Mae had made, and she felt like an utter princess, even though she was a queen. Today was the day that she had been looking forward to for she didn't know how long now.

"I love this," she whispers, before turning to Eleana. "You have really outdone yourself with everything here, Eleana…I feel so bad that you've barely rested for this last month."

Eleana waves her hand dismissively. "Am I running on pure adrenaline? Yes. But at least this will be perfect." She brushes off any dust bunnies from Daenerys' dress, before looking up at her. "I only wish that I'll be able to eat and drink until I pass out later."

Daenerys chuckles. "You've earned the right."

Eleana takes a step back. "Have you figured out who is going to be giving you away?" she asks the queen.

Daenerys bites the inside of her cheek. "Honestly, no. I've been so focused on trying to get everything together that it's become a bit harder to think of things like that." Eleana nods, grabbing the queen's crown and place it atop her head. "I don't think using any of my men to walk me down would work well, or anyone on our council."

"What about that funny-looking fellow that came with Tyrion?"

"Davos?" Daenerys chuckles but shakes her head. "No, not him. I've only really just gotten to speak to him for real. He's only going to be attending the wedding, not a part of the whole affair." Daenerys glances at the ground before smiling a little. "I…was maybe thinking a combination of you and Daemon."

Eleana's eyes widen in surprise. "Us two? Your child and your handmaiden?"

"Well, I mean think about it," Daenerys says gently as she steps back. "I don't have a father or a brother to give me away, and there isn't really someone close to me that I personally feel has been by my side through everything besides Jon, but you and Daemon were there for me during my darkest time, of trying to grow back into the woman I was in Meereen. It would only make sense for you and him to give me away to Jon."

Eleana smiles in surprise, her brow furrowed, but Daenerys could still see the happiness within her eyes. "Thank you, my queen…I wasn't expecting that. But if you wish, I would be honored to do that."

Daenerys smiles softly and hugs her friend, letting out a soft sigh. At that moment, the door to her room is knocked on. "Come in!" Eleana exclaims. The door swings open and in walks Daemon with Nesara, only the little girl was crying, rubbing at her eyes. Daenerys' brows instantly furrow as she leans down and takes the girl into her arms.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" she asks Daemon, feeling Nesara dig her head into her neck.

"I came down after getting ready and I found her like this," Daemon states softly. "She said she lost her…I don't know, her 'stuffie?' I think that's what she said."

"My dragon," Nesara sniffles, causing Daenerys' brow to furrow even more. Her dragon? All of the smaller dragons were on the vines in the ceremonial room, and the bigger ones were outside. What could she be talking about? "My little stuffed dragon, I can't find him!"

"Oh," Daenerys chuckles softly, letting out a little sigh of relief. Thank the gods the actual dragons hadn't gone missing. "Don't worry, sweetling, we'll find your stuffed dragon. What does he look like?"

"Um…he's green with black spots against the back of his body," Nesara says, sniffling once more. "I wanted him to be at the wedding, too."

"Then he shall be," Daenerys says with a soft smile, pressing a little kiss to the girl's forehead. "Eleana, I'm sorry but can I-"

"I'm on it," Eleana mutters, already out the door. "Men! We have a stuffed dragon we have to find! Let's go!"

Daenerys snorts as she lowers Nesara down gently onto the ground, shaking her head. Words she never thought she would hear her handmaiden say.

Nesara sits on the bench that Daenerys had just been on, getting ready, biting her lip. "What if they can't find him? What if he's missing forever?" Daenerys sits down next to her, urging for Daemon to come over to her other side, which he did.

"Trust me, he's not. A dragon always turns up for a Targaryen. What's his name?"

"Dot." Daenerys tilts her head. "Because he has dots on his back."

"Ah, creative," Daenerys snickers a bit before squeezing the little girl's hand. "Don't worry. Eleana is having every single man scanning this castle to find your precious dragon. And when they do, you'll have a joyous reunion." Nesara smiles brightly at her statement while Daenerys wipes at her tear-stained eyes, before moving her gaze to her son. "What about you? I thought you would have been down there earlier."

"I got held up by something – nothing important," Daemon states with a quiet smile, but Daenerys could tell he was lying. There was something in the way he walked and talked. Usually for something like this he would be excited, practically bouncing off of the walls, and now he was very reserved and kept. But she didn't want to push him into speaking, so she let it go.

"Well…you can speak with me on anything," she reassures him softly, to which he nods with that same smile. "However…there was something I wanted to ask you, my son. Come here."

She reaches forward and grabs Daemon's hand, pulling him close to her. She rests a hand gently against his cheek and feels herself smile, almost getting choked up. He was growing up so quickly. Already he was growing.

"Gods," she murmurs. "You're getting older every day."

"Mother, what is it?" he chuckles a bit, causing her to smile.

Daenerys shakes her head and squeezes her son's hand again. "Right…it's customary that when a bride walks down an aisle at a wedding, she is to be given away by someone. Since I do not have a father nor or a brother, trying to find someone to do so that meant something to me that way was harder. I can't just use Taevar or one of my men – so whom would be the best?"

Daemon bites his lip and shrugs. "Don't know, really."

"Well, one person I thought might be good was Eleana," Daenerys suggests to him, to which Daemon nods.

"She has sort of been there for a long time…she used to read stories to me sometimes."

"Exactly. But…I also wanted you to give me away."

Daemon stares at her, speechless for a moment, before he tilts his head at her request, his brow furrowed. "Me? But…I'm not grown up or…or anything, really. And you want me to give you away?"

Daenerys chuckles. "Just because you aren't grown up doesn't mean that you can't do so." She holds her son close to her, letting out a soft sigh. "Daemon, you and I have been through a lot, and now we're going to be entering into this new stage of life where we're going to have new siblings, new families…new people. It would only seem fair for one of the people that has been with me for so long would give me away…would you do that for your mother?"

Daemon was quiet for a bit, glancing at the ground. Seconds later, however, he looks up with a soft smile on his lips, and a little nod. "Yeah…I can do that, for sure. I'd be happy to."

"Good," Daenerys joyfully whispers, planting a gentle kiss on top of her son's head. A moment later, she looks over at Nesara, who was still blissfully worried about her stuff animal. "She's going to bring it back – take a deep breath, my child."

Before Nesara could even respond, the door to the room opens once more, and Eleana walks in with a victorious smile and a toy in one of her hands. Nesara's face lights up and she runs over, grabbing it out of her hands with a jump and a twirl. "Dot!" she yells out happily. "You're okay!"

"Nesara." The little girl turns to look at Daenerys, who nods at Eleana. "What do we say to Eleana for helping you find him?"

The little girl blushes but turns to the older girl quietly. "Thank you," she says softly, smiling. Eleana chuckles and squeezes the child's shoulder.

"Any time – I live to serve." She looks over at Daenerys. "Truly, though – we have to go. People are starting to get impatient. I'm pretty sure Dan is about ready to explode."

Daenerys chuckles and nods. "Alright, then let's go do this." She watches as Eleana urges Nesara out into the crowd to go be with her sister, while Daemon stays behind with the older girl. Once the child was gone, she turns to the two of them, holding out her arms for them to take. "Shall we?"

Eleana smiles and loops her arm around one side, while Daemon does the other. She noticed that particularly, he was much happier now than when he originally came in. Daenerys would have to mention that to Jon later on during the feast and the festival so they could see what was the issue. Maybe he had a clue.

Even so, her thoughts were disrupted when she could hear the music begin to play, and any sort of worry she had flown out the nearest window. It was time.

---

Jon and Daenerys

Everything was set to begin. Jon was standing at the front, taking a look at everyone who had come. And honestly, even he did not think they had invited this many people. But apparently, they had. The whole entire room was completely packed to the brim with delegates, visitors, and civilians. Jon tried to convince Taevar to let in as many of the smallfolk as they could, but because of royalty duties and the need to make alliances, he had insisted that most of the important people stayed towards the front.

Jon couldn't really argue that, so he had obliged. Many of the people he had seen at the Free Cities meeting was there, including Illyrio, except for this wedding he most likely would not be giving them any dragon eggs, that's for sure. There were some people from the slave cities as well, but none of the masters. Jon wasn't surprised regarding that.

These were the people who Daenerys had said were welcome to change a long time ago, and had tried their hardest to keep the new rules in line while they had been away. Now, he was sure they were happy to have someone else – their dragonlords – take over the role. Many were basically on vacation now.

He looks further and could see people that he had come to know very well towards the front. Yara Greyjoy had come with some of her men, and she was conversing with Gendry, who had been off teaching some of the Qohor delegates how to properly make Valyrian steel once more. After Jon had relayed the secret to Gendry, he could practically never find him anywhere else but the blacksmith's corners in the castle. Arya had told him the weapons he was learning to make were phenomenal.

Speaking of his little sister, she was sat in the front with Mae and Nesara, who now apparently had a stuffed animal in her hands. Jon had seen her with that a couple of times, but never thought she would bring it to the ceremony. It didn't really matter, however. As long as she didn't lose it. He knew what happened when Nesara lost stuff – meltdown. But it was times like that when, even despite what she had been through and how quickly she had aged, she was still a child sometimes.

At a certain point, however, Arya came up to his side where he stood, looking down at the direwolves that sat at the alter of the throne room. "I don't think I've ever seen them this well-behaved," she chuckles.

"As long as no one is threatening their masters, they're like big dogs," Jon states.

"Speaking of masters, where are Dan and Zaevar? And Daemon?"

"Dan and Zaevar are waiting near the back – said they have some sort of surprise for when Daenerys walks in, so I wanted to just let them be. Daemon, however…I told him to come down here. I don't know where he could be," Jon says, his voice laced with a tone of concern.

Arya's brow furrows at his look. "Is he alright? You seem…perplexed."

Jon shakes his head and offers a soft smile to his sister. "He's fine. Just been worried about normal things, you know? He probably went to go visit his mother." He glances at another row in the front, spotting Taevar with his wife and son, as well as Rhaemon with his family. The Kings Guard, led by Magar, was guarding every entrance into the room. Vyana sat at the front as well, and Jon was curious to see what she could have done with Daenerys' dress.

Ghost sat at his right, while Ari was right next to him, her head resting against the older direwolf. And their dragons, both young and older, were all either outside or resting against the vines of the room. They had done an excellent job decorating, filling it up with their house colors, flowers of all shapes and sizes. There was even light coming in from outside that lit up the area. Everything was perfect.

All they needed was her.

"Are you nervous?" Arya asks him softly as Davos came around from the entrance, going to take a seat towards the front.

"A bit," he answers honestly, looking down at her. "I mean, I've already been with Daenerys for a long time at this point but…I just want this to be perfect for her. She deserves it."

Arya nods, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I think you've done everything that you could have done, Jon. This place is exactly how I feel it would be. And wait until you see her dress." Jon raises an eyebrow at her, to which Arya chuckles. "It's not bad luck for a future good sister to see the bride's dress. Just the groom."

Jon rolls his eyes. "Bullocks." The temperature started to drop, and he knew the sun was going to descend soon. "Gods, where is she? I swear, they must be taking forever."

"Don't rush a woman on her wedding day," Arya chuckles.

Jon glances down at her and nudges her shoulder. "Do you think…you'll ever do it?"

Arya glances over at Gendry and smiles a bit. "Maybe someday…not anytime soon. I think both him and I have some growing up to do before we go anywhere near that," she states softly. "Honestly, with how weddings have gone in our family, I'd be a bit afraid of them."

"I know," Jon mutters, shaking his head. "It's been the one thing on my mind today."

Arya smiles up at him, but a sudden call out from Nesara interrupts him. "Auntie Arya! I want you to see my dragon!" To which she holds up the stuffed animal.

"I'm coming," the girl yells back, chuckling. Before she leaves to go sit with the children, however, she turns to him. "Don't worry, Jon…I don't think anything like that will happen here. You and Daenerys love each other too much…I'm happy for you two."

Jon smiles softly at his sister. "Thank you, Arya…"

He could feel himself start to grow a bit emotional at her words, to which she raises a hand. "No, don't you dare. Save the tears for later when I give you a speech, damn it." Jon chuckles and shakes his head, nodding.

"Go and be with the children." Arya offers him one last smile before heading off of the alter, going to sit with Nesara, who instantly shoves the little dragon into the girl's hands as she moves. Jon watches as Taevar stands next, as well as Davos, both of them coming over to his side, Taevar to his right and Davos to his left.

Taevar nods at the door. "Are you ready, Jon?"

Jon lets out a deep sigh. "As I'll ever be."

"No turnin' back now," Davos points out.

"I don't think I ever could turn back even if I wanted to," Jon says softly.

Davos and Taevar chuckle at the dreamy smile that appears on his face, completely entranced by his thoughts. "Gods, he is lovesick." Taevar shakes his head and looks to the door. "I don't think I've ever seen a king more in love with his queen."

"Oh, don't make fun of him," Davos states, smiling. "I was the same way when I married my wife."

"As was I."

Davos raises an eyebrow. "You're married? You seem so young."

"Young in spirit, honestly."

"How many children do you have?"

"Only one."

"Oh, gods bless you," Davos chuckles. "Wait until you have more than three – life starts to turn upside down for you."

Jon rolls his eyes. "I'm glad you two can bond while I'm sweating my hands over this." He glances over at Taevar. "Your family make it here alright? I wanted to make sure they were given good seats."

"They're great, my king," Taevar says, chuckling a bit. "But, uh…sadly, my wife will not be around for as long as she usually would have." Jon raises an eyebrow. "She's expecting."

Jon smiles brightly. "That's amazing, Taevar. Congratulations," Jon says, patting the man on the back. "I knew you wanted a second for a long time now." Taevar smiles and nods, looking over at Davos.

"I'm excited – but now after what he's said, sort of scared for more than three."

Davos rolls his eyes. "Children are the light of our lives, truly. They deserve nothing but love."

Before Jon could answer, he could hear the music start to play from the people they had brought in, and all eyes turned to the entrance. Handmaidens started to pile through and move to the side, while everyone stood, waiting to be addressed. Davos and Taevar step to the side, watching Jon's reactions to what was about to happen.

At that moment, he sees Dan and Zaevar appear from behind the crowd. Dan offers him a smile and a thumbs-up before he sees her mouth words – most likely in Ancient Valyrian. And then, as soon as Kinvara steps through the doors, she and Zaevar both light up every single torch in the room, igniting an 'ahh' from the crowd in wonder. It made the already lit up chamber even brighter, casting shadows.

Kinvara comes over to the front, a book in her hands, ready to proceed. "You know everything you have to do, correct?" she whispers to him as she comes to the front.

"As long as I don't forget, yes," Jon mutters back.

"Let's pray you don't," Kinvara jests, but her eyes then turn to the entrance again, as does Jon's. And he completely freezes.

At both of her sides was Daemon, who had one arm looped with her own, and Eleana, who had taken the other arm, both of which were smiling and waving to people. The children all waved to Daemon as she walked forward. But honestly, all Jon could focus on was the woman in front of him. Daenerys Targaryen.

She looked absolutely stunning. No, gorgeous. Marvelous. There were no words to describe how beautiful she looked in this moment.

The dress she wore stopped at the edge of her body, leaving her shoulders completely bare, while the sleeves flared out near the end. The design was filled with lace, moving all the way down to the bottom of her dress. It fit the upper part of her body while falling near the end, trailing behind her. The dress was sort of an off-white, one that almost reminded him of Dan's dragon, but there were little lace patterns of red and black stitching along the end, some that seemed to combine into flowers or designs.

It was almost like an ombre of colors below, of red, black and grey that faded up into the white above, creating almost a perfect combination of who they were, while also keeping it completely simple.

The veil was gorgeous as well. It was the same color at the off-white version of her dress, but with tiny specks of red gems that he knew was from the deepest part of the mines in the volcano, ones that they rarely went to unless absolutely needed. He knew Mae had probably used her little attitude to get those gems from some blacksmith – or just her name. Including those against the veil caused a shine from the sun, almost bouncing back the light from the setting horizon, creating an already ethereal glow around her.

Vyana and Mae had done an amazing job on her dress and veil, but that wasn't what made him stop and stare. It was her smile, that same smile that he had fallen in love with. That same smile that had woken him up so many mornings and had been the last thing he saw when he went to bed. That smile that he had kissed off of her lips. It was so bright and full of love that it made his heart soar.

And her eyes. Gods, her eyes, they were filled to the brim with unshed tears, ones of joy, and were sparkling against the lit torches of the throne room, reflecting back the faces of their guests, of their children. Those beautiful eyes that had captured him so many times before, now showing a whole life in front of him, a whole new world he had never thought he would experience.

She was so happy.

And he was going to make sure she stayed that way for as long he could.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, and neither could she to him. By the time she was brought to the front, Kinvara had coughed lightly to gain their attention, to which they both turned their heads. "I see we have two claimants here. Who gives her away?"

Daenerys nudges Eleana, who rolls her eyes slightly. "Eleana of Lys and Meereen."

And then her eyes turn to their son, who blushes a bit at the sudden attention. "Daemon of House Targaryen."

Kinvara chuckles a bit and then looks over. "And who comes to claim her?"

"Jaehaerys," Jon says softly, knowing it was the name he had to go by in this case. "Of the House Targaryen, King of Valyria."

Just saying that name sent a chill down his spine. This was really happening.

Kinvara nods to Eleana and Daemon, who both let go of Daenerys' arms to go and take their seat. Daenerys gives them a soft squeeze on their own arms before watching them head back towards the pews. The moment they sit down, Kinvara looks to the crowd behind them.

"As we've been waiting all day for this to happen, let me clarify a couple of instances that will take place. Our king and queen are from Westerosi culture, which means the traditional vow ceremony that we might be used to here might not be what they follow, so for this, we are going to be doing a combination of the three that they are most used to. If anyone has anything to say – step outside."

Luckily, no one raises their hands, and all eyes were on the bride and the groom. Jon distinctly hears Nesara whispers intensely to Mae "she looks so pretty!" which ended with Mae shushing her softly. He almost felt himself chuckle. Yes, indeed she did look beautiful.

Kinvara turns to Jon as Daenerys stands by his side. "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection."

Jon gently removes his own cloak and turns to Daenerys, who shows her back to him. He realizes with a start that the dress was also completely backless, showing a part of her skin. Gods, this was stunning. He'd have to give Vyana a hefty tip later for adding so much detail.

The cloak settles on her shoulders, and he offers a gentle squeeze to them, causing her to look up with a smile. It was a silent promise, just like the cloak was. She would forever be under his protection. And as long as he could stand, he would never allow anything bad to happen to her again.

Jon steps back and turns to Kinvara, who now chanted in Valyrian. 'Lord of Light, offer this couple the brightness to guide them through the darkest of times, for the night is dark and full of terrors.' At that moment, Kinvara aims her hand at the cloak and lights the bottom part on fire, but it does not burn up, only sits there and causes the room to be brighter. Jon raises an eyebrow at the inflammable piece of clothing. Whatever they had done, it was impressive. "Now, you will be shielded under the Lord of Light's protection, as one flame."

Daenerys and Jon hold hands, looking up at Kinvara who now turns to address the crowd.

"We are here to witness the union of man and wife, under our gods, as well as their old. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." Kinvara looks over to Taevar, who offers her the ribbon with which she would use to tie them together. It was dark black, the color of their house. Kinvara takes it into her hands and gently begins to wrap it around their combined fingers. "Let it be known that the Targaryen's are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."

Honestly, it was true to her words. If anyone ever threatened their lives, he didn't know how he would react at this point.

"In the sight of the old gods, the new gods, as well as our god, I hereby bind these two souls, binding them as one for eternity," Kinvara says, undoing the ribbon after a moment.

Jon could feel himself chuckle a bit on the inside, and could see Daenerys struggling to hold it in as well. They both knew that Kinvara doing this was going against how she felt about other religions, but because she cared for Daenerys and Jon, she was making the sacrifice.

Kinvara turns to them and nods. "Look upon each other and say the words."

Jon turns to Daenerys, and for a moment, he is still speechless. He could understand why men all over the world would say they were enraptured by her beauty. Just one look at her and he could barely remember what to say. But this wasn't a dream, this was real life. And he needed to say the words, to be with this woman.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger," they both speak simultaneously, staring into each other's eyes. He could still see that joyful smile on her lips, one that hadn't left since she had stepped into the room. Gods, this was really happening. They were standing here, and this was truly happening.

"I am hers." "I am his."

"And she is mine." "And he is mine."

"From this day, until the end of my days," they both finish their voices barely above whispers for the rest of the hall to hear. They noticed Kinvara was speaking, but Jon was so focused on her that everything else seemed muted. His beautiful wife. His wife. Daenerys Targaryen was his wife.

"…king?" The voices finally break through and he turns his gaze to Kinvara, who had raised an eyebrow at him. "Proceed with the rest of the pledge."

Jon could hear Davos and Taevar silently chuckling with his lost eyes at his wife, but he doesn't care. He turns back to Daenerys, smiling lightly. "And with this kiss, I pledge my love." With that, he cups her face gently in his hands and leans down, landing a kiss against her lips, one of love and passion. He almost gets lost in it, wanting to forget the crowd of people behind him, but forces himself to pull away, his forehead resting against hers.

After a second, clapping begun and the ceremony concluded, turning to the crowd to see them applauding. To them, this was probably a strange foreign custom, but to Jon and Daenerys, this was the wedding that should have happened years ago.

He could see his children smiling and laughing, clapping for them, while Dan and Zaevar ignited the torches so bright he could almost feel the energy vibrating off of the walls. Jon holds Daenerys' hand close to him, turning his eyes to look down at her. And he is met with the same expression of love and life, the one he had fallen for in the first place. He leans down and plants another soft kiss to her lips, squeezing her hand as he does so, and when he pulls back, he smiles softly, as does she.

It was done.

"Now let's all go have a festival!" Taevar announces, causing the crowd to cheer and for Jon to laugh. He looks over at them and nods.

"Yes, let's."

---

Jon

They moved into another chamber where the festival would take place, the largest dining room that the castle had to offer to accommodate the number of people that they had. On the way towards the room, Jon had overheard some people talking about how it seemed much more like a wedding ceremony than a 'vow' ceremony, but the people around them would usually shut them up and be happy that they had the chance to drink and eat for free.

To which Jon was quite thankful.

By the time they had gotten to the front, Jon was starving after the day he had. He could still see the cuts on his hands from the beatdown he had given Tyrion earlier, but his mind was so focused on the woman next to him that he had almost completely forgotten about that.

The children sit across from them at their own table, all speaking or starting to eat as the music began to swell. Jon and Daenerys sat at the very front, with their children in front of them, and their advisors at the bottom. But no one could deny that it was strange having all of these people looking up to them. Some from different countries and some from their own city. A true union.

At a certain point, however, when most people had begun to eat, he feels a hand gently touch his thigh, and he looks over to see Daenerys with a soft smile again on her lips. "It's finally happened," she whispers softly.

Jon smiles and glances at the table before looking out into the room. "It has." He turns his eyes back to her, grabbing her hand in his. "How do you feel?"

Daenerys bites her lip, words seeming to fail her for a moment before she lets out a soft sigh. "Elated. Happy. Joyful." She looks over at him. "I don't even know the right kind of words for what I'm feeling right now…there's so many emotions rocketing through me like a dragon it's just…a lot."

Jon chuckles a bit. "I as well."

She turns her head to him again. "I saw what happened there." At his raised brow, she snickers. "You almost forgot your words. You froze."

"I never freeze," Jon scoffs, to which Daenerys laughs. A moment later, his lips turn up into a small smile. "Besides, it's hard to focus when you look like a goddess in that dress."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "A goddess? Really?" She chuckles and glances down at the food beneath her. "Vyana and Mae did an amazing job on it. I was stunned the first time I put it on. How Mae did the veil, I'll have no idea. She said it would remain a secret, the little devil." She looks back over at him. "You really think it looks that good on me?"

Jon snorts and shakes his head, trying to find the right words. "Dany, if it was up to me, and there was no one here, I would take you where you stood," he whispers huskily to her, the intensity of his gaze causing her to bite her lip. He could see her cheeks turn a dark red at his words, but she doesn't move away from his gaze. "Why would you think you wouldn't look amazing in it?"

Her eyes glance towards where her stomach was, and Jon feels himself let out a soft sigh.

"I know it's not huge," she mutters. "It's only been about three moons. But I still…you know, have my own insecurities about it."

Jon reaches over and takes her hand in his, holding it tightly. "Dany, if anything, knowing that you are carrying my child makes you even more desirable," he says softly to her. "Don't be insecure about something that we made that's so beautiful."

Daenerys smiles at his words, before nodding her head, swallowing. "It is beautiful, isn't it?" she whispers to him.

He nods, taking her hand to his mouth and giving a soft kiss to the top of it, holding it close. At that moment, Taevar comes up the steps to where they sat, nodding at the people down below.

"Sorry to interrupt this moment between the newlyweds," Taevar whispers. "But the people are awaiting some sort of speech." Jon nods and lets go of her hand, going to stand, but Daenerys reaches out and takes it again.

He looks at her, clearly confused before she nods back towards the seat, urging him to sit. As he does, she stands. "Let me speak," she says to him, to which he nods at her.

"By all means, go."

Daenerys nods and turns to the people, raising her glass and tapping gently on the side of it with her spoon. That gains the attention of the guests, who all turn their eyes towards where she stood. She lets out a deep breath and smiles brightly.

"First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming…this area isn't the most convenient to get to and some of you had to travel a long way to reach us, so for that, you will be treated with the utmost respect and love as our guests. Secondly, I know that this…ceremony is a bit different from some of the customs you've had in your own cities, but know that Jon and I appreciate it very much."

The people raise their glasses to her. She turns her head and looks over at Jon, a soft smile on her lips.

"When I first met Jon, I did not want love." Her words echo through the room, causing many to turn their heads to look at her once more. His brow furrows. What was she doing? "I was a younger woman, her mind clouded with the idea of restoring her family's name. Alone, really. I had an army, and some good people by my side, but at the end of the day, I never truly met someone that matched with me. I knew that flying to Westeros, making political alliances was something that was a standard, most of all would apply to marriage. And then I met Jaehaerys." She smiles softly. "Many people assume that because we share the same last name, we knew each other, but we never met until he washed up on my shores at Dragonstone – the stubbornest man I ever met."

That got everyone chuckling and laughing. Even the children shared a smile. Jon rolls his eyes but felt himself smile as well.

"Even so, we went through everything together. We fought the dead together, took down cities together, even became rulers together…but I think my proudest achievement thus far with him has been creating this beautiful family that we have, something I never could have achieved with anyone else. No matter what, there is nothing in this world that could change what we have done together. After everything that has happened, to both of us, somehow destiny and fate still intertwined us. And I'll have to thank her as well for that because I don't think I have ever been as happy, as I have been with my husband. And I could never find as much fulfillment with anyone else, as I have with you."

Daenerys raises her glass, not moving her eyes from him.

"Jae," she states, the name sounding nice on her tongue. "I don't think there ever could have been a better match made than us. Not only did you change my life, but you have changed the lives of others. Your love, honor, and duty are what brings happiness into my life, that no other man could match. Despite what we have been through, I am, and always will be proud to call you my husband. And no one, not any schemers or anyone else, could take that away from me. You're a leader, a fighter, and a loving father and lover. And I couldn't want it any other way. To Jaehaerys."

"To Jaehaerys!" the room erupts back, raising their glasses and taking a sip of their wines, while Daenerys takes a sip from her water due to the baby.

Jon, meanwhile, was holding back his own tears at her speech. All this time, after everything they had been through, somehow they had gotten here, happy. Even after what happened in Westeros, to their family, there was this singular moment in time where everything just seemed right. He was with the woman he loved, with his family, with people who supported him and her. It was the best feeling in the world.

She sits down next to him once more and he gives her a look. "You didn't tell me you'd be making a whole declaration of love," he mutters to her.

"Oh, you know I'm always about my speeches. Are you jealous?" she chuckles a bit.

Jon rolls his eyes and takes his own glass, standing. Her eyes widen and she goes to pull him down, but he shakes his head. "Those are fighting words. You better believe I am going to talk about how much I love you."

He taps on his glass and the room resumes to look at him now. He flashes another smile at Dany, who was leaning in her chair, her brow raised, waiting for him to speak. He then turns back to the people. "Valyria was never my home for a long time," he begins. "I never even knew that I was Targaryen until later in my life. And when I did find out…boy, was I shocked. I had lived my whole life thinking I would never be given anything. I would always have to work for what I wanted, to make a name for myself. While I still believe in that now, and will until my dying day, that no one in this world deserves to be gifted anything until earned, the gods decided I was lucky enough to be gifted this wonderful woman. Daenerys Targaryen."

He looks over at Dany and sees her smile turn softer, but she doesn't say anything, letting him speak.

"When I first met Daenerys, she was right – I was stubborn. Even now, I'm incredibly stubborn. But so was she." The room laughs, and she does too. "You think that I am joking? Oh no, this woman would not break for anything. And it was something that I had learned to admire. Daenerys is one of, if not the, strongest women I know. She has been through everything, and yet she still stands tall, ready to help people. She is still here, being an amazing mother. She is still here, somehow loving me even after everything we have done together."

His eyes move back to Daenerys, and he sees her quickly wipe a tear that escaped her eyes. He raises his own glass now.

"Dany," he states, causing her to smile lightly. "I still hold to this day that the moment I met you, I was done for. But when I got to know the woman you really were, love came so quickly that it would wound any man. And I will continue to keep that close to my heart until my dying day. You're the only woman in this world for a washed-up former bastard like me, the only one who truly understands. And I will love you, no matter what troubles or trauma or enemies come our way, no matter what. I feel that it's always been you and me against the world, and now it will continue to be, with our children, and our people behind us. Thank you for making me the luckiest man in the world, and here's to many more years together."

He raises his glass higher.

"To Daenerys."

"To Daenerys!" the room exclaims back, taking a chug of their goblets. Jon sits down next to Daenerys, who was quietly wiping tears that had trickled onto her cheeks.

He leans over and whispers in her ear. "Did I do good at speeches this time?"

"Oh, shove off," she mutters before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. "I love you, Jon." Her voice was a whisper, one only the two of them could hear. Jon kisses her again, resting his hand against her growing stomach. Their miracle.

"I love you too, Dany."

---

As everyone's stomachs began to fill with food of the Valyrian's covered in delicious sauces with meats all along the tables, more and more speeches began to be held for the king and queen. Jon had never been used to receiving so much praise in one evening – and he had a feeling Daenerys wasn't quite used to it either after how long she had sat without a throne – but they listened with smiles and nods, happy that they were making a true difference in lives of these people.

The wolves sat at their master's sides, with Ghost resting after being filled with meat from Jon's plate, and Ari was sitting next to Dan, while their small dragons flew above them in the open-aired festival room. They had built this on specifically so when they had feasts like this, more and more people could join without being completely suffocated.

However, when Yara Greyjoy stood up, he knew the speeches people were giving were about to get interesting, and no amount of open-air could keep people down from listening.

"Alright, alright," Yara starts out. "Let me tell you all a story." Jon could tell that the woman was slightly drunk – but honestly, everyone was at this point besides his family and his wife. Even he was a bit tipsy – but it was a celebration. "Firstly, my name is Yara Greyjoy, a lady from Westeros, and this woman was someone who impressed me. When I first met that woman up there, Westeros was in shambles. We had some queen telling us shit when in reality she was probably the worst choice for the job. We had dead men up in the North – to which I thank my brother for helping protect us, may he rest in peace – and we had people all over fighting for this one piece of iron that, quite honestly, never looked that comfy!"

The crowd laughs at her words. She raises her glass to Daenerys.

"But this woman, I believed in her," she relishes. "I had always wanted to see a fresh face on that throne, someone other than the bloody Lannisters. And although it didn't work out that way, I think this option for her is quite better. She's leading people who care for her, who want to help her and follow her. She has a loving husband now – despite their past – and plenty of children to go along with it. For everything she has gone through, she is a fighter, the woman I saw when I first met her. And now, both of them continue to help our people, even when they don't have to. That is the sign of a true leader. Queen Daenerys, even after everything, and the millions of hits, I'm happy that you're finally happy, and living the life I always knew you would have. May this ceremony be the first of many happy days for your people, and for your family."

"Hear, hear!" the room chants back, drinking their goblets.

Daenerys smiles and nods at Yara, a soft smile on her face. Jon was just glad the woman didn't flirt with her openly while making a speech, but then again, those eyes were directed at a certain handmaiden that was sitting next to the children. And Jon knew it wouldn't be long until they disappeared from the feast.

After Yara, Taevar stood up, his drink in his hands. His wife next to him was drinking water, and his son some sort of juice, but both of them raised their glasses as well.

"Valyria….was horrible." His words cause a ripple of amusement to travel through the crowd. "You visitors think I'm lying when I am most certainly not. Valyria was a shell of what it used to be. At first, most Valyrian's were on board for staying within secret walls, being trapped, because they were afraid of what the world would bring. But it only got worse, and worse, and worse over time, until we were aching to get out and change the world again. Our former monarchs were the opposite of that. They didn't want to change the world – they wanted to end it, have everything in flames and bring back slavery, the good ol' Valyrian way. They wanted to take away people's lives, and their livelihoods, without any say. I mean, my gods, they were going to burn us all to the ground with a bloody volcano."

Taevar smiles and turns to Jon and Daenerys, his goblet held high.

"But these two – who came out of nowhere, mind you – changed the game. They ended those monarchs, saved our souls from their treachery, and guided us into a new age, where dragonlords have the option to travel wherever they want now, rule in places, and make changes, as many of you have seen. I mean, we've only been going this for, what, a few months now? And already tonight, I have heard stories from your cities, how they have changed, how people have begun to work more now that men are free and able to choose. How money had surprisingly grown and homes are being put up."

The guests collectively nod, to which Jon sees Daenerys smile. Her plan was working. And everything was changing. Everything they had wanted.

"They had a vision, these two. The vision of two monarchs who truly know what they wanted for their people. Fuck whoever comes between these two, because they have no idea what is in store for them. King Jaehaerys and Queen Daenerys are not the ruler's that we deserve after years of staying in silence, but the ruler's we need. And no matter what, they have done an excellent job at keeping us safe and making our city better than it ever has been. When I was selected to be their hand, I was shocked, but even more incredibly thankful that somehow, someway, I, along with everyone else, were given a shot to have people as amazing as you two. May you live in prosperity and peace, with happiness in your lives."

"Hear, hear!" the room repeats again, taking another ginormous swing of their goblets. Many of them went to stand and retrieve more wine after that. Taevar sits down with his family, taking a sip of his wine before another person stands.

And this time it was Davos.

"Many of you – in fact, most of you – do not know who I am. So, let me be the first to introduce myself. My name is Ser Davos Seaworth, a man who was born with nothing and somehow became something. Someone with a home and a family…a life and a way to provide for them. Through my times of traveling and everything involved, I have met many men, most of which had their own issues involved that are quite hard to delve into. But none of them have ever been as brave, or as resilient, as this man up there."

He raises his glass to Jon, his brow raised.

"I first met this young man a long time ago, when rulers were still being killed for that throne, and I saw something in him. He always tried to do what is right, and sometimes would even get seriously hurt for it, because no one could ever see his vision. He was a kind man, one who only wanted the best for the people around him and for his family, but was ruthless against the people who dared to harm them. And now, years later, I still see him the same way, only older and wiser. I never imagined him to be a king of something this large, but it fits, quite honestly. And now, he has the best woman he could ever have to rule by his side – who is most likely better than him!"

That caused a laugh throughout the room again, and Jon chuckles a bit, grabbing Dany's hand under the table.

"I don't think I've ever seen a more compatible couple, who truly only want the best for the other and for the people they watch over. They rule together, plan together, and make sure their goals are always aligned, not just one person. I am jealous that all of you get to experience their love, and I do not…maybe one day. But be thankful for it. Their love, and their peace, is something that countries aspire to have, and I believe that with the two of them leading, they can truly accomplish anything they set their minds to. So, if you can join me, raise your glasses to the king and queen of Valyria."

"Hear, hear!" the room repeats for a third time, taking another swing. Davos nods to Jon, sitting down at his table, to which Jon smiles at him. In all honesty, he was glad that Davos was here. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the man until now. He sincerely hoped he took his offer about coming here, but Jon also knew he had to tell Daenerys about it as well.

That would happen later.

When it seemed like speeches were done, at least for now, another person stands, and this time it was from the council table. Arya.

At Jon's raised brow, she rolls her eyes. "Oh, you knew I was going to make a speech. Don't act so shocked." Jon chuckles at her words but gestures for her to go along with it. Arya grabs her goblet and turns to the people. "At this point, I'd be surprised if some of you didn't know me with how often I am around these parts of Valyria, but to those who don't know, my name is Arya Stark, and I'm the king's sister. No, not by blood – technically, we're cousins – but we grew up as siblings and honestly, I doubt it will ever change. And we have both changed…a lot."

She chuckles a bit and looks over at Jon.

"But out of every single person in my family, Jon was always my favorite. He was the one who actually cared about me and made sure that the things I wanted to do, I could do. As a lady in Westeros, you're not supposed to learn how to use swords or fight, but he went beyond that and even had my first sword made for me, a small sword that I named 'Needle.' From there, I was gone and off exploring the world, going through situations that no one ever wanted to, but I always had this feeling in my head that Jon would be proud of me for accomplishing so much against what the world wanted me to do. And when I saw him again, after years of not seeing him, I felt like something in me had changed, as well as him. However, when I did see him again, he had another addition to his life – a woman by the name of Daenerys Targaryen."

She turns back to the crowd, her goblet close in her hands.

"I always grew up idolizing Targaryen women, and how they regularly went against what society thought of them. I was excited to meet Daenerys, but I was so…blinded by other people in our lives, that I went against it. For a long time. It took years of growing and one unfortunate reconnection for me to realize that I was doing the wrong thing. Not only was this woman the total opposite of what everyone said, but she was even better than all of that. She had children – who drive me crazy, but I love them." All of the children laugh from their table. "And a relationship that was envious, one that most could only dream of having."

Arya then turns her eyes to Daenerys, smiling softly, her brow furrowed.

"Daenerys, I know that you and I started off on the wrong foot, but I'd like to believe that you're my friend now, after everything we've been through. What the North and Westeros did to you and my brother, I don't think I could ever forgive, because I have seen the version of you that not many people have gotten to see over there. And honestly, after everything, I'm glad to call you my good sister and to have you as part of our family. So, with every fiber of my heart, I gladly say, welcome to the pack."

Daenerys smiles brightly, and Jon could see unshed tears in her eyes. Secretly, Jon had always known that Daenerys had cared for Arya, especially for her approval because of how close she and Jon had been. Hearing that must have lit up her world.

"Jon," she chuckles a bit. "Or Jae. Or Jaehaerys. You will always be my brother, and I will always love you, no matter what happens. You found your better half, and together you two can really do everything. I know that getting to this point in your lives was not easy, but we can only hope that from here on out, we can truly change the world together. And I know with her by your side, there's nothing you two can't do. I love you, brother." She raises her glass high. "To the Targaryen's!"

"To the Targaryen's!" the room chants back, cheering and shouting while drinking their food. Jon and Daenerys raise their own glasses to Arya, who goes to sit down to Gendry once more. Even Jon felt himself getting a bit verklempt at her speech, but he was trying his hardest not to cry that much today considering he had already been close so many times.

He truly loved his sister. He hoped no matter what, she never strayed from them.

Arya raises from her seat and comes up to him again when everyone else begins to eat again. She hugs Daenerys tightly, whispering something in her ear that makes the woman giggle – what it was, he didn't know – before she hugs her brother. His arms wrapping around her seemed to trigger him though, and he felt a couple of tears shed themselves from his eyes. When he pulls back, he wipes at them quickly and smiles a grateful expression at Arya. "Thank you for your speech, Arya."

"I told you I would make you cry," she chuckles a little before squeezing him. "Truly, I wish you both happiness. I can only hope it will stay that way."

Jon smiles a bit, watching as she and Daenerys begin to talk, but his mind thinks back to the letter.

He needed to show her sooner rather than later.

---

Daenerys

Another two hours pass during the feast, and now everyone was drunk.

Well, except for her and Taevar's wife. Even Jon, to an extent, wasn't as drunk as everyone else. She had a feeling he was merely saving himself for later tonight…for she knew what was going to come next.

At a certain point, some of the nobles had swept Jon away into talking of combat down below, and she had been resting up near the top of the alter for some time now with Nesara in her lap, her fingers running gently through the young girl's hair. The older children were down and dancing with the other children that had come to the festival, and Daenerys could feel smiles spreading across her face at their expressions.

All of them were happy. She could even see Mae dancing with a boy that seemed close to her age, laughing all the way. Dan and Zaevar were both competing on who can be the fastest to the music, while Daemon was conversing with another one of the healers. Gods, they were growing up so quickly.

How had they gotten here? It was almost as if time flew by. But in all honesty, with these children, it really did.

"My queen?" she hears from behind her, and she turns her head to see Eleana approach with another goblet of water.

"Great, thank you," she says softly before turning to Nesara. "How about you go to the dessert table, sweetling? I can see that there's a cake." Nesara's eyes widen in joy and she hugs Dany tightly before taking off, almost leaving her lap in an instant, tripping on her own two feet. Daenerys snorts lightly, shaking her head, before looking back at Eleana. "Truly, the best way to control children. Sweets."

Eleana chuckles as she moves next to her, Daenerys standing to greet her friend. "Is everything going as you planned?"

Daenerys lets out a happy smile and nods. "Yes…it's been wonderful. The speeches have been amazing. I couldn't believe Arya said all that about me but…I'm so glad that these people truly see us as that."

"You've done so much for many people. You should be proud," Eleana says to her softly, turning her head back to the crowd. "You've grown a lot since Meereen."

"As have you." Eleana rolls her eyes, but Daenerys insists, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'm serious. I've seen you grow more into a beautiful young woman. You're even learning to defend yourself now – few handmaidens know how to do that."

"It's definitely come up as a conversation starter with some of these men here – good gods," she mutters, shaking her head. "Thank the gods you're married…you don't have to deal with men staring at you constantly."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "I most certainly have to deal with that."

"Correction – you don't need to deal with them staring at you while Jon is in the room. Quite sure he would stab them."

The queen chuckles and nods. "You're probably right."

Eleana raises an eyebrow at her. "Are you…excited for tonight?" At Daenerys' furrowed brow, Eleana nods, gesturing to upstairs. "The bedding, Daenerys, for goodness sake."

"There's not going to be a bedding ceremony," Daenerys reassures. "Jon and I already talked about that."

"But you're still going to…you know."

"Obviously," Daenerys chuckles. "But it's not like we've haven't done it before."

"Um, I don't know if I should tell you this," Eleana chuckles before leaning close into her ears. "I walked into the king's solar the other day to check on his papers from the cities and he was writing some very interesting things he wanted to do that I believe have something to do with intimacy."

Daenerys stares at her in surprise and Eleana nods, chuckling softly. "What kind of things?"

"The…rough and different kind, I don't know," she snickers. Daenerys raises an eyebrow and glances over to where Jon was, speaking with Taevar and Davos. She was glad that Davos was fitting in with the lords here. It only made her wonder what Tyrion was thinking down there – and how happy she was that he wasn't up here to speak on his rhymes.

She was also wondering what was going through Jon's mind to be thinking of new ways for them to couple. Hmm.

"Maybe I'll have to do some investigating," Daenerys says, her lips quirking upwards.

Eleana shrugs. "I mean, maybe just leave it up to the imagination. If I was you, I'd accept anything from him." Daenerys gapes at her, clearly surprised.

"I thought you liked women?"

"I do, but I also like men. And Jon is a good-looking king, with all due respect. Maybe he just wants to impress you," Eleana snickers a bit. "I'm sure he doesn't have to do much else though with how often I have heard certain sounds come from your chambers." At that, Daenerys' cheeks turn a dark red, and Eleana laughs. "Relax. I'm happy that you've found someone who can satisfy you. Many women are without that."

Daenerys nods, biting her lower lip as she looks at Jon. What could he have been planning for her?

As if sensing her gaze, he turns his head and looks over to where she stood, catching her staring, but instead of looking away, she gives him a soft smirk, one she knew drove him crazy whenever it was only the two of them, and brought her goblet to her lips, taking a sip of her water.

The look he gave her was one that was full of lust at her movements, but only she could see it in his eyes. He instead brought his own goblet to his lips and drank his wine, going to turn back to his conversation. But before he turns, he gives her a subtle wink, and then his eyes are back on the lords.

"Good gods," she suddenly hears from behind her, causing Daenerys to turn her head and see Arya approaching. "I swear you stare at my brother like you want to eat him every day."

"Oh please, it's not that bad," Daenerys responds.

"It's pretty bad," Eleana snickers, causing Daenerys to glare playfully at the girl.

Arya smiles and comes to her side, looking down at the party. "Don't stop doing it though. Jon turned away girl's for years – it's time he embraced that, you know, he's not ugly."

Daenerys' brow furrows once more. "Why would he turn away girls? He only told me that he's been with one other."

"That's true, but there have been plenty of girl's in the past who wanted to be with him, but he never would. He didn't think he was worth it. More or less, because he still believed himself to be a bastard, he didn't want to bring another Snow into the world. He wanted to at least bring honor to himself through fighting and guarding at the Night's Watch. And we all know how that turned out."

Daenerys sighs and nods her head. "Well, he is deserving of praise or staring. He's that kind of man." She turns and looks to Arya again. "Thank you again for your speech – that was very sweet of you."

Arya nods, but Daenerys could see a soft smile on her cheeks. "It's alright, you don't have to thank me. It's how I feel. I know Jon found his other half – I don't think I've ever seen him happier."

Daenerys glances back at the party. "And you're having fun today?"

"I am – I think Gendry might be having too much fun," Arya mutters, her eyes glancing over to where Gendry sat. Daenerys follows her gaze and sees Gendry chugging down – she didn't know how many – another goblet of wine, and doing an arm-wrestling competition with one of the dragonlords. Arya rolls her eyes. "I have a feeling I'm going to have to guide him back to his chambers tonight."

Eleana laughs. "Like you weren't already going to go back with him anyway. Again, I hear everything."

"You know for a handmaiden you sure know a lot," Arya bites back, her tone full of mischief. "But what else can I say for someone who is already waiting for this to end so she can sneak off to Yara's room and-"

"Alright, that's enough," Daenerys chuckles, stopping Arya's thought before she could even finish it. She could already see Eleana's cheeks turning red. "No matter whom we stay with, can we all agree that we're happy and that they keep us satisfied? No bickering."

The two young women roll their eyes but nod, each with a snicker. "Fine," both say simultaneously.

Daenerys smiles and turns back to where Jon stood but was surprised to not see him there. Instead, it was both Taevar and Davos watching the bloody arm match between Gendry, who was now spluttering and saying 'I have you pinned!' over and over again. Arya rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "I should probably go stop him from embarrassing himself."

She offer Daenerys another smile before taking off, shaking her head as she did and yelling at Gendry to 'get off the table!'

"I'll head off as well," Eleana states, looking at Daenerys. "Think I need a couple more drinks in me." She turns back and raises her brow, and Daenerys follows her own gaze to see that Yara was looking over in Eleana's direction. "Then again…think I'll talk with someone else." She grabs a goblet of wine from the table and chugs it – much to Daenerys' astonishment, and walks off.

"Good gods," she mutters, holding in her laughter. Her handmaiden and her good sister – already off and enjoying the night.

Her eyes follow her children, watching them all in another dance. This time, Nesara had been lifted up into Mae's arms, moving her along with the beat, the little child laughing as the sound of strings filled the air, a sense of happiness and excitement bouncing off the feet of guests, while sweat plopped to the floor.

"Enjoying the view?" she hears from behind her, and Daenerys turns her gaze to see Jon standing, lowering his goblet.

"There you are," she murmurs, reaching over and grabbing his hand. "I didn't know where you went."

"Needed some air," he admits quietly. "Way too many people here…sweating my stones off right now."

Daenerys chuckles a bit. "That's usually what happens at big feasts like this, even with our ceiling being open." She looks up at him and raises an eyebrow at his gaze. His eyes were practically dark and were devouring every inch of her skin underneath her dress. "Jon, there are people down there that might be looking up here."

"And? I can stare however much I want at my beautiful queen," he whispers before reaching behind her and grabbing her hand. "Besides, I saw how you looked at me before. You can't tell me that you don't want anything."

Daenerys bites her lip, and her eyes connect with his own, watching them fill with lust and desire. "And…if I did say I wanted to leave?"

She could almost feel the growl vibrate through his chest, but after a moment he lets out a soft sigh and shakes his head. "No…I can't do that right now." He instantly pulls back and she stares at him in surprise, clearly confused. When he looks over at her, he takes her hand and brings it close to his heart. "Dany…I need to tell you something. We have to go somewhere private."

Worry starts to invade her body, but she nods. "Okay, if that's what you wish."

He holds her close and moves towards the door, looking at a guard. "Mazverdagon sure daorys disturbs īlva," he commands him, and the guard nods, standing close to the door. Jon quietly leads Dany out of the heavily-populated chamber, out into the garden, making sure there was no one around. After a moment, he turns to look at her, reaching into a pocket within his attire, before handing a folded up letter to her.

Her brow furrows in confusion. "What is this?"

"That…is something our son received this morning," he says softly. "Something you need to read."

Daenerys looks at the piece of parchment before looking at Jon, and then again at the parchment. Quietly, her fingers quickly open the letter, her eyes moving over the words quickly. The more she read, the more her hands shook.

'To the Targaryen's,

While we watch from afar, we can see that Valyria is growing. But know that there is no possible way that we are allowing your way of life, of fire and blood, to reach its way onto our continent.

We killed one Targaryen before. We will do it again if we have too. You can threaten us with dragons, or your armies, but we have a whole country who despises what Daenerys had done. And they will be ready to strike.

Stay in your country.

-the Nobles of King's Landing.'

"It was supposed to be for all of us," Jon states quietly from where he stood once she lowered the letter to her side, thoughts running through her mind at such a high-speed that it hurt. She felt that she had to sit down, and plops down on the garden bench, her hand resting lightly over her small hump, looking over at him. "I didn't want to share it with you today, but I couldn't just stand there and have fun when it was constantly on my mind. And we don't keep secrets from each other."

He moves to sit next to her, resting a hand against her back. She stares down at the ground, words evading her. With the sound of glasses clinking and children laughing behind them, Jon's mouth opens and he gives a silent sigh.

"Dany, please say something," he says softly.

Daenerys bites her lip and looks up, before turning to him. "Fuck them."

He was silent for a good couple of seconds before his mouth opened slowly. "I…did not expect that."

"Why not?" she whispers, her voice growing fiercer with each second. "I'm so…sick of this. I'm sick of these petty, defenseless lords from these faraway countries thinking they can somehow threaten our lives. Our family. This letter…it means nothing to me." She crunches it into a small ball, before letting out a shaky breath. "I…I only wished Daemon hadn't seen it."

Jon reaches over and takes her hand gently into his own, pulling the piece of parchment in his own hands. "I as well…he seemed to handle it…well, for a younger boy. I think all of them have just experienced so much at this point…that's just the life they live." He puts the piece of paper into his pocket before his hand reaches up to cup her face. "Dany, it's okay to feel scared. You don't need to keep up your queenly guard around me."

"I…I'm not." Her eyes connect with his own again, and at that one look, she feels herself break instantly. Jon could see right through her walls at this point. A tear trickles down her cheek that she didn't even realize was there, until her head bows down. "…I don't want our children to get hurt, Jon." Her hand absentmindedly rested along her bump.

He pulls her into his arms, letting her head rest against his neck, feeling his hand rub slow circles on. "They won't even get close, Dany," he murmurs. "I won't allow that to happen. Never." She pulls back a moment later, and his calloused thumbs wipe at her tears. "We'll make sure Valyria is guarded if they try to attack us, and increase our security at the borders, as well as on ships and roads. We'll send over more guards and sorcerers to the Free Cities to make sure people stay in line – anything that we can think of. Those…pieces of shit are not going to ruin our lives. Because you're right - fuck them." His hands now move to cup her face, his forehead resting against her own. "I know I was surprised, but I've never heard anything so true. What we have right now…is something so spectacular. They would be idiots to deal with us."

"Then why are Davos and Tyrion here if not to prevent another war?" she whispers, her fears seeping into her voice. "They're planning something…and I'm terrified to know what it is."

"Then we are going to finish this before it even starts," he reassures. "We will speak with both of them – despite our combined grievances for the dwarf down below us – and figure out what to do. I mean, what do you want me to do, Dany? Go to King's Landing and burn down the whole castle to the ground? Because I will for you. Anything to protect what's mine, and what I love."

Daenerys watches her husband's eyes gently, sensing he was telling the complete truth. And a part of that surprised her that he would so willingly go there to burn them. That just showed how much hatred he held in his heart for them. But as her hands come to rest over his that were on her cheeks, she feels his shoulders relax, and his gaze lessen slightly.

"We can't be like that," she pleads gently. "We can't. We already burnt the ships to the ground in Meereen over a battle…I don't want to do that again unless we need to. That's what they want us to do. For now…there is no attack. There is no plan. Just some letter saying 'stay away.' And that is what we can do. We can stay here, and see if we can help the people from afar…maybe Davos might know a way or two around it."

At the mention of Davos, she sees his face drop and look to the ground. She raises an eyebrow.

"Jon, what is it?"

"I…I wanted to tell you later, but I offered for Davos to come here with his family." He looks back up at her. "They're suffering. And he would be a valuable ally. And he knows Westeros off the back of his hand…I only offered it to him so if you say no, I can still turn back, but…of course I wanted to tell you."

Daenerys teeth edge between her lower lip once more, thinking of the best words to say. "I…understand why you offered. Davos is a very sweet man who has supported us…even from afar. And while I would be completely accepting of his family coming here…I worry about the aftermath. I'm sure you and he have some plan or some way of doing this safely, but it's still something I worry about. I only think…you know."

"I know," he whispers, his hand brushing away her hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. "In our council meeting…soon, we can discuss everything together. How to focus on this threat, him, as well as everything else." He presses his lips against hers softly, causing her to let out a breathless moan, one that makes her realize how severely neglectful she had been with his kisses this evening. "Remember what I said to you when we were coronated?" he asks her softly.

"You've said a lot to me, Jon," she chuckles a little.

"I know," he states, a small smile slipping onto his lips. "But the most important part – to have faith in ourselves. It's been you and me against the whole world for so long now – and nothing has changed except we have some dragons on our side now. Do you still have faith in us?"

And she stares at him in complete shock. "Of course, I do, Jon."

"Good, because what we're building…is a whole new world. For the children, we have now." His hands come to rest gently on her stomach, over her own. "And for the ones in the future. And no little pests or noble shits in Westeros are going to ruin that."

He kisses her again right after that, letting out all her worries into that one singular motion. When he pulls away, his hands move to hers again, holding them close to him.

"If you want, we can see what we can do with Naath." At her furrowed brow, he continues. "Well, we have Dothraki outside our gates, and dragons above us…the only thing missing from your old regimen are the Unsullied. Last I heard, they traveled there. If you feel we need more protection, I'm sure Greyworm would be more than willing to return to you. He, uh… might not like me being there, but I'm sure after some time, he would come."

Daenerys sighs. "I…I would like to see him again, eventually," she admits, her voice quiet. "But right now we have so much here. Guards, dragons, sorcerers, and a whole Dothraki army outside our gates, waiting for our orders. The Unsullied would be nice to have, but at the end of the day, we don't need them as much as I used to…one day though, I'm sure I will cross paths with him once more."

"He's going to hate me," he mutters.

"Probably," she agrees. "But he won't after he sees the man you are, and what had to happen." At his less-than-convinced expression, she chuckles. "What did you say? 'Have faith in yourself?'"

"I meant in our rule and our relationship," he mutters, causing her to laugh. His smile spreads and he brings his hands up to her cheeks again, stroking the skin softly as the birds and dragons flew overhead. "Gods, you are so beautiful." He nuzzles his nose against hers, his hands moving to her veil, where it sat gracefully on her head, running his fingers through her hair until they stop at her sleeveless shoulders. "If it was up to me..."

"I know," she snickers, feeling his smile against her own. "But…there is something I wanted to do before we did leave to go do our…bedding." At her look, he glances back towards the chamber room and gestures to it, to which she nods. When he stands, a smile so large spreads across her cheeks, as she listens to the words he says to the guard.

"Maghagon īlva riñar hen syt īlva - including se Galeron's," he commands. The guard moves quickly back inside, while Jon moves back to where Daenerys sat. He pulls her to stand and strokes her cheek, resting a soft kiss against her forehead. "Ñuha zaldrīzes, ñuha jorrāelagon." His voice was so soft, so sweet. Such a difference from the commands he would give out. A totally different person. And she was so glad she and their children got to experience that and no one else did.

"Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes, ñuha jorrāelagon," she teases, causing him to smile.

"You know…that nickname you gave me when you were saying your vows…sort of liked it," he admits gently.

"What, Jae?" He nods. "It fits you…I mean, I'm always going to call you Jon, as are your close friends but…Jae does have a certain ring to it for the delegates. Simple, sweet, still Targaryen-esque."

Jon hmms and kisses her gently. "Always the best ideas from my wife," he murmurs, to which her smile only widens. Gods, she was his wife. This had actually happened. Everything was so real.

Her thoughts were, however, interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, and five children running into the garden, while the guards stood within the chambers, leaving them alone. "I swear to the gods, this better have been worth leaving a competition on the chamber floor!" Dan exclaims.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "What competition?"

"A fire competition," Dan mutters, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Sounds like something that is going to burn the castle down," Jon states.

Dan rolls her eyes and looks to Daemon, who was snickering. "He's not wrong."

"Oh shut up!" she mutters to him, her sisterly anger coming out before turning to their parents once more. "What is going on? Is everything alright?"

"Yes, it is. We wanted to tell you five something." Daenerys gestures for them to come over. "Dan, Daemon, stand by your father. Mae, Zaevar and Nesara, come to me." The two children walk over to Jon, while the other three move to where she stood. Daenerys gently lets them sit down, all of them looking up curiously at her words and movements. Daenerys moves to grab something from within her dress – a secret pocket she had enlisted Vyana to include, and pulls out another piece of parchment.

One that was quite different from the last one.

"Why do you seem like you have something up your sleeve?" Zaevar asks, looking at her suspiciously.

Daenerys chuckles. "All I have is this up my sleeve. Something that I should have had done a long time ago."

She gently hands the piece of parchment to the three children, watching as Mae took it first into her hands, and Zaevar and Nesara read on from the side. After a moment, Mae brought a hand to her mouth as tears sprung in her eyes, while Zaevar looked up in Daenerys in shock. She only gives the boy a soft smile.

"I can't read all of it," Nesara mumbles. "Some of the words are too big."

"Why don't you read it for your sister, Mae?" Jon suggests from where he held Dan and Daemon, both looking confused as to how a piece of parchment could be causing so many emotions.

Mae nods, swallowing the lump in her throat before looking at the paper. "By the order of the King and Queen of Valyria, as well as the Ministry of Red Priests and Priestesses, and the High Council of the Monarchy…we hereby proclaim Maelela, Zaevar, and Nesara Galeron of official Targaryen status…the term Galeron will no longer be used as their House name. Let it be known if not by blood then by proclamation...the reign of 'Targaryen' extends to these three children."

"I remember before I went off to Meereen, you were afraid people would hurt you because of that last name," Daenerys says softly. "Now, you'll never have to worry about that again."

"If anything, that name is going to be erased. You're not longer Galeron's," Jon reassures. "You're a Targaryen, through and through."

Zaevar shakes his head, staring at the ground. "This was supposed to be your day, not ours!" he explains, his eyes wide.

Jon chuckles. "You're our family. That means it's your day as well."

Mae sniffles from where she sat and then stood, hugging Daenerys tightly, her arms embracing the queen in one quick movement. Daenerys wraps her own arms around her, letting her head rest on top of the girl's head. "Thank you," Mae whispers when she pulls back, wiping at her tears. She hugs Jon next, who lets out a deep breath of air, squeezing the girl tightly.

It follows with Zaevar, who still seemed shocked. He looks at the two parents, his brow furrowed. "Are you sure about us? That you…you really want us?"

"Of course we are," Daenerys says. "If we weren't, we couldn't have gotten this done."

Zaevar smiles a little before hugging them both. "Thank you for caring…so many people haven't." The two of them hug the boy tightly, feeling him dig his head into their necks. Daenerys could clearly feel that he was trying to keep his emotions in check, and for that, she understood why. It was a serious issue, taking them into their family. But she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

A moment later, he pulls back, and Daenerys watches as Nesara stands, rubbing her eyes. It was getting late into the night now, and Daenerys knew she was most likely getting sleepy. But not even exhaustion could deny the smile that spread across the girl's face, a tiny one that would bring someone back to life if needed.

"So…you're really my mama and papa now?" she asks, her voice soft.

Daenerys smiles brightly. "Yes, we are, sweetling. Is that alright?"

Nesara looks between the two of them before suddenly jumping into their arms, screaming a big, "Yes!" so loud that they could hear her echo. Daenerys laughs and holds the girl tightly, feeling her little arms wrap around her. Jon comes over and wraps his own arm around the girl, making sure she was supported in Daenerys' arms.

He quietly kisses her forehead when the girl pulls back, smiling widely.

"And that means more cake?"

"As much as you want," Daenerys chuckles, shaking her head. When she finally lowers Nesara to the ground, she turns her head and looks to her blood children, who had been waiting patiently and watching with their own expressions of joy. "How are you two feeling? Are you accepting of this?"

Dan turns her head to Daenerys and shrugs. "I mean, at this point, I already thought of them as my siblings. It doesn't really change anything except their safety. I'm always down for another brother to beat."

Zaevar snorts. "You wish."

"And plus, Nesara and I can practice," Daemon says, squeezing the little girl's hand. "She's getting even better every day. And Mae's been fighting with me in swords – they're already in our lives. It doesn't change much." Mae smiles from where she stood, clearly happy that Daemon thought that way about her.

Daenerys lets out a sigh of relief. "Good. Some children would be…less than enthused."

"Well, we've never been just regular children, have we?" Dan asks, her brow raised.

Jon snorts from where he stood. "Isn't that the truth?"

At that moment, the music starts to swell in the feast room, many people beginning to get up to dance. Nesara looks at her siblings, waving towards the room. "Can we all go dance? Pleaseee? Mama and papa too?"

Jon and Daenerys exchange a look, one that said 'we need a little bit of fun after that conversation,' and then turn back to the children, nodding. "I think that's an excellent idea," Daenerys says, suddenly lifting Nesara into her arms and walking towards the chamber. The little girl giggles as the other children follow, running into the room. Daenerys turns her head and smiles at Jon, who had been watching the scene with a goofy grin. "Come on, papa, we don't have all day!" she teases.

And with that, he runs after her, wrapping an arm around her waist before walking back into the room, Nesara already moving to the music in her arms.

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Daenerys and Jon

When the guards began to move people out into the streets to continue the party on their own, Daenerys knew it was getting to that point in the night that was her favorite. In Valyria, feasts and festivals always seemed to last until the sun rose the next morning. And Daenerys had a feeling she was going to be up as well that late.

Except for a whole different reason.

Eleana at some point had taken the children up to bed. Nesara had almost fallen asleep at the dessert table, so she was an easy feat, but moving the elder children to their rooms was hard as they wanted to stay up and compete about who had the biggest fireball or something like that until the wee hours of the night. Daenerys, however, implored that they needed to rest and could always compete tomorrow. So – begrudgingly – they all went to their chambers. The direwolves had followed quite easily after, both of which go to Dan's chambers to rest for the night, and the dragons flew off to their perches outside, little screeches following them as they did so.

After that, it didn't take long for Jon to gently take Daenerys' hand and move her away from the chambers, leading her to where she knew she wouldn't be able to walk for the next couple of days. They stayed close together, with her glancing outside every couple of minutes to see people still drinking and dancing in the streets while the handmaidens cleaned up the room downstairs.

It amazed her how Valyrian's could have such stamina and endurance to keep celebrating, but then again, she was just like that.

They turn a corner and Jon suddenly stops and moves her away, bringing a hand over his mouth. She raises an eyebrow and peeks around the corner as well, before doing the same thing, stifling a laugh and moving against Jon so they wouldn't be seen.

Up against one of the doors to the chambers we Eleana, who was in a very passionate embrace with Yara Greyjoy, their lips combined and fingers tangled in hair. The couple tries to stifle their laughter as the two women stumbled their way into the chamber before the door shuts behind them. One the door closes, Daenerys lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head.

"Good gods," Jon mutters. "I thought she was taking the children up to bed!"

"She obviously did already – and now it's time for her to have some fun." She shakes her head and grabs Jon's hand, deciding to take an alternate route. "She's a young woman. She can do these things as well."

"Still," Jon mutters, shaking his head. "Genuinely wasn't expecting that."

Daenerys turns a corner, hearing in one room that Arya was speaking to Gendry – most likely to calm him down from his drunken shouts of happiness so he didn't wake the whole castle – but as soon as she could hear the girl laughing, she knew there was no drama or harm. She was having fun, which is what Daenerys had wanted for the whole night.

It doesn't take them long to leave behind all the other chambers, however, and walk up to their personal quarters. Jon opens the door for Daenerys, and she steps in, turning to him as he closes the door. When he turns to look at her, there was a primal expression in his eyes, so dark that they almost looked black, filled with lust, the same type that she had experienced so often before.

He walks over to her, pressing his hands against her cheeks gently, his forehead resting on her own. "The ceremony and festival went well…even with the announcement to the children."

"They're officially our family now," she whispers, looking up at him.

He hmms and presses a soft kiss to her nose. "And now, you're my family…as if you weren't already before."

Daenerys chuckles a little and pulls her head back, looking up at him. "I, uh…was told you were planning something for me?"

Jon looks at her in confusion before it dawns on him, and then he groans. "It was Eleana, wasn't it?" To which Daenerys snickers and nods. "Gods, I don't know, Dany, I wanted tonight to be special. Something we didn't do before."

"Jon, it's okay," she chuckles softly, taking his hands into her own. "I don't care about what we do or how long it lasts…all I care about is being here with my husband." She could see a shiver run up his spine when she said that, and she smirks a little. "You like that phrase? Husband?"

"You keep saying that and you'll see how much I like that," he warns darkly.

And then ever so slowly, she leans up onto her tiptoes, her hands on his shoulders to keep her frame-up, and whispers into his ear. "Then show me, Jon."

Those four words seemed to be all it took for Jon to completely lose himself. The lust and love that she had writhing out of her voice, saying his name to him, let go of any emotions that he had within him. His hands tangle into her hair and pull her head forward, their lips meeting in a tangle of teeth and tongue.

It was rough, commanding. Gods, the perfect kind of sex that she loved.

Their hands fumble quickly to remove their clothes, but while Jon couldn't have cared less about his own clothing, he took his time trying to remove her own wedding dress, knowing how long it must have taken Vyana to make it. But once it was off and on the floor, his hands once against curl into her silver locks, pulling her in for a kiss so hard that it had her absolutely breathless.

His hands trail down to her ass, rough and calloused, squeezing the cheeks tenderly before suddenly slapping his hand so hard onto her skin that the sound could probably be heard from outside. She gasps at the motion and sting of pleasure, biting his lip, drawing a growl from him. That only seemed to urge him on more and grab her, pulling her into his arms and putting her onto the bed and the gathered furs.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he growls against her skin, his hands ghosting over her breasts, tweaking her nipples before letting them rest a moment later. Her hands ran through his hair when he goes to kiss her again, and the moment he pulls back, she tugs at his breeches. "You didn't answer my question, Dany."

Her cheeks turn a dark red and her eyes connect with his own. Why did it seem that being with him, she always turns into a maiden? It was always that gaze, that damn gaze that had her absolutely breathless. "I loved it," she whispers to him, her hands tugging at his curls. "But you're wearing far too many clothes. I demand you get naked before you can touch me anymore."

Jon smirks at her words and then quickly tugs off his tunic, his trousers and breeches, and the rest of his boots, staring down at her. The intensity of his gaze had heat pooling at her thighs already, wet and waiting. And honestly, she had been waiting for this the whole night, wanting to be with him, to couple with him, so they could finally be together as one.

The moment he takes off his breeches, his cock jutted forward, hard and needing, and Dany bites her lip as she looked at him, already excited for what was to come. However, he doesn't give her that much time, as he grasps her ankles and pulls her to the end of the bed, her knees parallel to his shoulders where he knelt now.

He presses kisses all up the inside of her right leg, skipping over her aching cunt to do the same thing down her left. She lets her head rest against the pillow while her hips went upward, wanting him to use that talented tongue of his. His eyes look at her, and she could see almost instantly his resolve break. He did love teasing her, and she knew that very well, but tonight was not the night for teasing.

"You going to be a good girl for me?" he murmurs to her, to which she nods frantically. "Good. Open your legs for me."

She does so, moving her hands to her legs so he could work hands-free. Within seconds, his lips closed around her throbbing nub, his teeth and tongue causing her to shake beneath him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Gods, the way he used it, it was almost like he was worshipping her. No, no it was that. There was no way most men were like this. It was so sweet and so savory, and it made her insides curl.

Two fingers suddenly slip into her tight heat, already going for a quicker release than intended. Within seconds a third finger entered, hooking them each to drag along the top wall of her cunt. And gods did she see stars. Her fingers curled into the furs, or his hairs, as strong swipes of his tongue and gentle presses of his teeth brought her first climax quickly, soaring through her, his name tumbling out of her mouth.

And as Jon looked down at her, all he could think of was how this beautiful, fierce woman was falling apart from all his actions. All for him. And the look she gave him, full of love and happiness, was enough for any man to fall apart. She was his wife. His wife.

And he was her husband. Her husband.

In that moment, he moves to bring about her next orgasm slowly, his tongue moving away from her. She glares at him, her grip growing harsher on his hair. "Don't take that away, please," she whispers, pleading, begging. And for a moment he lets his pride get to him, a small smirk against his lips.

"You still want this?" he murmurs to her. She nods. "Turn around, Dany." His words seemed to resonate with her for a moment before she does as she says, her bottom now facing him. Jon pulls her closer to him and spreads her legs, before burying his head against her ass, licking away from her delicious hole all the way to her cunt, his attentions returning to her cunt. He brought two fingers into her cunt, while the other hand inserted one gently – making sure to listen if there were signs of pain – into her ass.

But there was no moan of pain. There was only a scream of ecstasy as her hands tangled into the furs beneath them, her body lurching and grinding against his face. She was loving this. Her name kept coming off of his lips, echoing in their chambers, and if anything it only spurred him on more.

Her second climax was violent, a spray of liquids covering his mouth and chin, her body breathing heavily, her skin sweating, shaking. Every muscle had seized up, a wordless scream evading her. Once she had finally calmed, her allowed himself to remove his mouth from her cunt, watching her recover, her face sheen with sweat.

"I need you," she whispers. "Please, Jon…I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you." Her voice was pleading, her eyes lost in his own. He crawls onto the bed, letting her command overtake him before settling on top of her. But she stops him. "I…I want you to smack me again. Like before. Me on top."

Her cheeks lit up red again at her words, but damn, did it not turn him on. He pulls her close to him and settles her on top of his body, letting herself run her cunt along the shaft of his cock, their lips meeting in an unhurried tangle. She could taste herself on his tongue and a soft moan escapes her. He would have happily stayed in that moment forever, but she had other plans, as her hands move to palm his hard cock, holding it.

"I need this," she whispers. "I need all of you, my husband." Even the word made his cock twitch. Her light kisses she placed along his neck sent shivers down his spine. His hands found their way around her waist as she slowly slid onto his cock, in one single smooth motion. Both of them groaned once he bottomed out, their skin against each other, flushed and sweat. Her forehead rests against his, relishing in the feeling. He starts to move against her slowly, movements that he knew drove her crazy. After a moment, he bites at the edge of her lip, her moan escaping her.

"Say it," he whispers huskily against her ear this time. "Say you're mine. My wife."

She pulls her head away, her hands digging into his back, her eyes searching his. "I'm yours," she whispers to him. "Your love, your wife, your partner…everything. And you're my husband…my love, my life…everything. No matter what."

Those words spurred him on, and he began to fuck her with deeper strokes, her body pressed against him. "Gods, you're so fucking perfect," he growls against her neck, her body starting to move against him, to meet him thrust for thrust. Her teeth lowered into his neck at his response, the sting of pain adding to the pleasure. That, in turn, lead to him smacking her ass again, and again, and again, until there was a redness all along her bottom, which was surely going to be sore in the morning. And with each sting, she moaned, lips pressed to his, her nails sinking into his back like claws, arching against him.

Their eyes connect as one while he fucks her, filling her over and over again. The love and trust that he saw in her own eyes, reflecting in his, made his heart swell, getting closer to his own climax. That this wonderful, beautiful, and powerful woman was somehow his. And he prayed that for as long as he lived, he never took her for granted again.

"I'm so close, my love," she pants, her lips parted in pleasure. "So close."

He was already ready to make her peak a third time, so show her the love that he felt for her, and the love that she deserved. His name coming from her lips over and over again as he fucked her filled his whole entire body with fire. Nothing could ever feel as right as this. Nothing could ever come close. And yet, here she was.

A few thrusts and her cunt was clamping down onto him with her climax, practically screaming into his neck, his name said like a prayer, clenching onto him. That in turn sent him over the edge, his own climax reaching him and filling her with his seed, growing against her neck, practically shaking. He gripped onto her tightly, feeling her hands wrap into his hair, never letting go.

They stayed connected for a moment, both trying to regain their breathing, their arms wrapped around each other before Jon gently moves her to lay next to him, some of his seed leaking out as he did so, letting her rest against the furs. His hand quietly comes up to her face and strokes her cheek while the other rests on her small bump on her stomach.

"I didn't hurt you…did I?" he asks gently.

Daenerys chuckles and shakes her head. "No, Jon…please, do that more," she states. "I think we should do a little more…experimenting in the future like that."

He smiles and rests his forehead against hers. "Good." Their eyes look into each other, the same emotions reflecting back. He strokes her cheek again, softer, letting out a breath of pleasure. "Gods…you're my wife," he murmurs.

Daenerys smiles brightly. "And you're my husband," she responds back, her hand resting against his back. When she pulls back, she looks in shock at tiny specs of blood that appeared on her fingers. "Damn it, I cut you again."

"Don't apologize, I like it," he chuckles a bit, nuzzling her nose. It was quiet between the two for a moment, basking in the bliss of their sex, before he pulls her against his chest. "I still can't believe this…that I get to be your husband." He looks down at her, seeing her bright smile. "I mean, fuck, Dany…we're married."

She giggles at his tone. "Yes, we are…do you like that?" Even her voice had a hint of shyness to it. But he only smiles brightly and pulls her into his arms again, her sides tickled at his movements, causing her to giggle.

"Are you joking? I love it, Dany." He kisses her, a passionate one that had her reeling for more. When he pulls back, he brushes away her sweaty hair, his smile intoxicating her. "No matter what, even in that letter, even in our enemies…it will always be you and I against the world. Together we can do anything. Anything. And if you ever need anything for me, I will always be there for you. No one is ever going to tear us apart. Not some nobles, not some lords…they can all stay in their old world. Ours doesn't have time for that."

She lays on the bed and pulls him on top of her, hands tangling into his hair, kissing him. Those promises, those words, sent herself into another spiral. If anything, she wanted to fuck him more now. Her whole entire body ached for him.

When she pulls back, she nuzzles her nose against his own, smiling. "Ñuha valzȳrys," she whispers lovingly.

He presses his lips against hers, and when he pulls back, he says himself, his voice ever so soft, whispering, "Ñuha ābrazȳry."

Their hands become a mess of each other again, his cock already hardening for a second-round despite barely recovering from the first. But as they coupled underneath a full moon that night, with their people below them, and their whole lives in front of them, all Daenerys could think about were his words. They truly were against the world. The two of them, one soul, one dragon. Of fire and ice. Her husband. His wife.

And she would never have it any other way.

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Andddd they're wedded. About damn time!

Here's some Valyrian translations for you all:

Mazverdagon sure daorys disturbs īlva – Make sure no one disturbs us.

Maghagon īlva riñar hen syt īlva - including se Galeron's – Bring our children out – including the Galeron's.

Ñuha zaldrīzes, ñuha jorrāelagon – My dragon, my love

Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes, ñuha jorrāelagon – No, my dragon, my love.

Ñuha valzȳrys – My husband.

Ñuha ābrazȳrys – My wife.

So there's the wedding and smut and everything else. Like I said a lot of conflicts are going to be happening soon so be prepared for not that much fluff, but this one was just a fluff feast, good lord. Honestly, I don't know how many more chapters this will have because I do have another pretty big storyline planned that's been shaping up to happen for a long time, but not all of them are going to be fluff fests here haha

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