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Jon

A soft cry woke him up one morning.

Jon groggily opened his eyes to glance around the dark room of Winterfell, trying to see where the sound was coming from until he realizes exactly what it was. As he moved upwards, stretching his arms, he feels the other side of the bed and sees that it was empty. He wasn't surprised. That was about the standard when it came to the mornings.

He quietly yawns and moves off of the bed, grabbing a robe to keep himself warm from the cold outside, and heads to the connected part of the room. As he opens the door, he glances inside and lights up a candle, before smiling gently at the crib that was illuminated in the dark. Robb cries softly.

"Hey," he murmurs, reaching down gently to pick up to baby boy into his arms. "Why are you crying, little one? Are you hungry?" He gently starts to bounce the boy in his arms, feeling him start to calm down, but his whimpering does not subside. Jon places a soft kiss on top of his head, moving him out of his little room.

It had been about three moons since Daenerys had given birth to their new child, and much had changed. Namely, his son. Obviously he didn't grow twice as quickly as his siblings – he still barely understood why Dan and Daemon had done that for so long. Maybe one day he would get the chance to ask the Lord of Light why that is. But, Robb was already acting like a little Targaryen – which means crying to get whatever he wanted.

Jon chuckles a little to himself as he gently carries the boy downstairs. That was a bit of a stretch. All babies did that. But he had to admit, there was nothing more than he loved more than waking up and seeing Robb's little head through the bars of his crib, and a giggle come from his lips whenever he would pick him up.

This had been the regular for the last month or so. First, when Daenerys was healing from the horror show that was when she gave birth, it had been a deal between both of them that whenever the boy awoke, they would take shifts. At first, he helped her a lot due to her body being sore, but sooner or later, they began to have breaks so the other could sleep.

However, when Daenerys was finally able to walk again, she had confided in Jon that she wanted to train again.

"While I'll never regret having him," she had said to him. "We are going into a war. I have to be at my best physically to be able to do this. That means I need to train. You're already at your best."

And, after some compromises, they had agreed that Daenerys would get up early in the mornings to train with Arya, who had whole-heartedly committed to training with her. She had wanted to train more with Daenerys as well, so this was the perfect opportunity for them. Robb started to sleep through the night at six weeks – something Kinvara had said was a rare commodity for babes to be able to do so early – so being able to train was something that was easily accessible to her.

And Jon supported it. He had heard horror stories of husbands who treated their wives basically like second-class citizens once they had children. They could never have any free time, or do what they wanted. But Jon never wanted to be that person, and he most certainly had never been that with Daenerys. He agreed that both of them had to be prepared, especially after what Bran did to her.

There hadn't been any incidents since, but one could never be too careful.

So, Robb had become his responsibility in the morning. To try and feed him, get him ready, and bring him down to his mother who would usually be finishing up her training by now. However, he did have a couple of accomplices on the side so he could train as well. She had said herself both of them needed to be at their prime – he wanted to make sure that everything went well.

Occasionally, he would hand little Robb off to Dan, who would read stories to the baby to soothe him, or to Mae and Nesara, the latter playing with the baby to entertain him. Nesara had been the one who had taken the role with a smile. She loved being the big sister, and while she knew that she was still the young one of the family, she reveled in the new responsibility that was given to her.

As for the boys, Jon had told them that they could look after the boy when he was a little bit older. It's not that he didn't trust them – it's that Daemon and Zaevar spent plenty of their time training as well. He didn't want them to lose track of Robb and focus on themselves. And they had agreed. He didn't blame them for being okay with it though. Zaevar had told him he had been practicing his fire sorcery a lot more often lately, so he didn't want to risk hurting Robb.

Daemon, however, had been on the other side and had been trying to improve his healing. He said he'd "experienced enough blood magic to last a lifetime" when saving his mother, so he wanted to focus on something else. Jon had been completely accepting of that.

Even so, they had all sunk into their new roles within Winterfell, trying to blend in as best as they could for the time being – as horribly long as it had taken to get to this point.

His son whimpers again from his arms, breaking Jon from his thoughts. "Don't worry, I'm going to her," he whispers gently to him. "We'll be there soon."

As he turns a corner, he takes a glance at Sansa's solar and feels himself sigh. Working with his sister these last couple of months had been tiring as well. Not on himself, but on his own state of having to fake everything.

He had listened to Arya and had taken her up on the training offer that she wanted to do to 'grow close to him.' And while he enjoyed using the sword again, something about doing it with Sansa felt so wrong. It was almost like he was thrown back to when he first trained Daenerys, but he didn't feel the same passion as he felt doing it with her as he did with Sansa.

If he told that to anyone else they'd just assume that it was because he had feelings for Daenerys back then, but it was just different. Daenerys took every criticism with a nod and tried to readily improve it each time she held her sword. That's why Jon got her an actual one so quickly instead of a training sword. But with Sansa, she fought him on every little thing because she for some reason thought that what she did was better than what he taught her. He had told her at one point that if she couldn't take his criticisms, he would stop training her altogether – and that had rightfully shut her up. But it still aggravated him.

She had improved, relatively, but he couldn't get past what she had done in the past, and what she might be planning now. He still didn't know for sure. One thing he had learned back then – and even more so now – was that Sansa was an excellent master of disguise.

The Queen in the North seemed to be hiding her icy heart because nothing but a smile was constantly on her lips. And fuck, did that stir Jon the wrong way.

She tried to stay out of debates with others just as much. Ever since his conversation with her, as well as Arya's, there hadn't been any instances of fighting. She had been agreeing with everything he had said (besides the training) when it came to food, conversations, even occasionally politics. She had been keeping to her word and keeping them safely in Winterfell without any word to anyone else, but even Jon suspected a mistrial in that. There was always something behind her smile.

For once, he wished that he had Bran's powers because he would love to see into her mind and see what this little minx was planning. In fact, seeing her act like this almost made him even more despised of what she is. She could have at least tried to act her true self as she used to when she was younger, but now she was trying to be something else that she wasn't. To prove something to him.

She had even pushed off going to the Vale so she could, quote on quote, "spend more time with her family." What did that even mean? When you were a ruler, it was always the nation you ruled over before your family. The only reason Jon's family was so involved with Valyria is that they all had their important roles. Each one had their place – along with his wife. But Sansa had no excuse. She was the sole person running the North. And it just didn't make sense.

When she did finally leave – which would be today after she and Daenerys trained and Jon got to watch that comedy show – he had a surprise planned for his family, but then after that, he was going to push forward with this plan. He was tired of pretending. And he was going to find out exactly what that woman was planning.

Robb starts to babble from his arms and Jon feels himself smile. His negative thoughts were erased from his head. It was amazing how one little sound made him feel so many things all at once.

"We're getting there, don't worry," he chuckles finally turning into the courtyard where Daenerys and Arya trained. He didn't know why they liked to train in the cold – Dany had told him that it was because she sweated so much that she didn't feel the snow around her. Jon personally thought his dragon was just always warm.

As he looked down, he feels himself smile as he adjusts Robb in his arms, turning his head gently. "Want to watch your mama?" he murmurs to the baby, who giggles at his hands touching his sides. Jon glances back down, feeling himself smile as he hears the swords clang of two of the women he loved the most in this world.

Daenerys was an expert now. She still had a long way to go before she was near the height of himself – if he could stroke his own ego for a little bit – but he had never seen someone so determined to become the best version of themselves. After giving birth to a child.

But it was true. Each time Arya ran at her, ducking and diving to somehow land a hit, Daenerys would parry each move, backing up and away, using each skill he had taught her to stay on her feet. At one point she was knocked to the ground but quickly dodged the killing blow from Arya, using her arms to support herself back onto her heels. Within seconds she was back to striking, again and again, until their swords crossed.

The sound of metal echoed through the courtyard until Daenerys had the upper hand, kicking Arya's leg out from underneath her. The girl falls to the ground as Daenerys aims her sword at the assassin's neck, breathing heavily. Arya shakes her head, staring up at Daenerys in surprise.

"Good fucking job, Daenerys," she praises as Dany moves her sword away. "Your pace has increased steadily. Have you been practicing?"

Daenerys wipes the sweat from her forehead, nodding. "Occasionally between Robb's naps…have to do something to stay away from the ice queen."

That breaks Jon's quiet expression and he laughs, causing the two women to snap their heads up to look at him. Daenerys' lips turn into a smile the moment she sees her son and him, while Arya rolls her eyes. "Have you been up there that whole time?"

"Not the whole thing – just where my wife beat you," he teases as he comes down the stairs to greet them.

Arya snorts. "Oh, shove it," she mutters as Jon comes over to them. Daenerys comes over to him and takes Robb gently, whispering soft words to the baby as he settles on her chest. "Is he hungry or anything?"

"I think he just wanted to see his mother," Jon says softly, nudging Dany's side. She smiles at him as she bounces Robb in her eyes, hearing the boy giggle. "Even so, you two seem to have been working up a sweat this morning."

"That is of my own accord," Daenerys chuckles a little as she wraps her cloak around Robb's place on her chest, wanting to keep him warm. "I wanted to make sure I was trained well before this stupid spar with Sansa later – even though I'm quite sure I'll beat her."

Jon's brow raises. "Now that's the confidence we love to see."

Arya rolls her eyes once more. "I mean, she's not wrong. Sansa's only been training for three months…I swear, she's only doing it to somehow show some sort of resemblance between her and Daenerys."

"Even so, you can never be too careful," Daenerys points out.

"When is it even going to take place, because I have something to do later," Jon states.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "What is this 'something you have to do?'"

Jon only smirks. "Something you'll find out later."

She doesn't lower her brow, but Arya continues the conversation to move forward without more questions. "Later on. Probably in an hour or so. Have some food to break our fast and then we can get it over with so she can go on her trip."

Jon nods, glancing at the ground. "We all know what we're going to do once she leaves, right?"

They had gone over this plan so many times at this point, but it never hurt to readdress it.

The two women nod. Arya speaks first. "I'll be conversing with the guards to tell them everything. They're more likely to believe her sister than the queen and king of Valyria."

"I'll send out the letters to the lords," Daenerys continues. "For the sake of having a woman's handwriting. They won't know the true difference though. Most men don't."

"I know your handwriting," Jon states.

"You're you, Jon. Of course you know my handwriting. The regular lords here don't," Daenerys chuckles.

Jon nods his head. "Fair point. I'll be going through her files and letters to see exactly what she has on us…any time I've had the chance, she's always been in there. Once she leaves, and the guards are distracted, it will be the perfect moment for us to find what we need." He looks between them. "Everything good?" Again, they both nod. "Good. We should go break our fast."

"Oh gods, not me, not yet," Daenerys mutters. "I need a bloody bath after that."

Arya raises an eyebrow. "You're just going to be fighting her later on. Why get clean now when it's sort of pointless?"

Daenerys didn't have an answer for that, and she nods. "Good point. Probably not the best idea." She sighs as they head back in towards the castle. "I suppose I just don't want my son to smell me. It would be quite a shame if that's what he remembers his mother by."

Jon chuckles a little at her statement. "Trust me, I'm sure he will remember you from something else. Not your smell."

By the time they had finished their first meal of the day, he could see how much Daenerys wanted to get this over with. While she had been taking care of her son while she ate – making sure to feed him as well – she had been constantly talking about what she would do after this fight. How she would take a shower, play with her son, be with the children.

Jon didn't blame her. He wanted it to be over with as soon as possible as well. He didn't even truly care about the fight more-so that as soon as it was done, Sansa would be gone. And he could finally see what in the name of the seven hells was going on with her.

However, they pushed down all those feelings for the sake of their children while they ate. Dan had taken Robb at once point from Daenerys, making him giggle with her little faces while Nesara and Mae re-braided Dany's hair for her fight. Zaevar and Daemon had been practicing before as well, so while they wanted to 'stay for the hair-braiding' in their ever-sarcastic tone, they went off to bathe before watching the fight.

They spent a lot of their mornings together like this. After going through some of the shit they had experienced, it was times like these that Jon was thankful for his family. That somehow, someway they were all here, just enjoying their time and having fun. He never thought he would get to witness his daughters braiding Daenerys' hair, but here they were, doing the very picturesque thing he always dreamt about.

He truly hoped that after this battle, whatever happened with Bran, with the North, with all of Westeros, they could at least go somewhere, whether that be Valyria or gods knew where and just be a family again. Without the bloodshed and the risk of death. Was that too much to ask? Apparently, for the Targaryen's, it always was.

Sooner or later, however, the meal had ended, and they had made their way out to the courtyard, where Daenerys was sharpening her sword. Sansa was not there yet, and neither was Arya. As the children all collected above them, waiting for the spar to start, Daenerys glances at Jon.

"Shouldn't you be with her?" she mutters to him. "You're the one who's trained her."

Jon chuckles as he looks to her. "No. I convinced her it would be better for her to spend the time with her sister – said that a woman preparing a woman would be better for her."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "That is quite sexist."

Jon shrugs. "I don't actually think that. I only don't want to spend as much time with her as I have." He glances down at her and smiles. "Besides, I'd much rather be speaking with my wife who has been training like mad – I'm quite sure that you're more in shape than I."

Daenerys laughs at his words, a soft chime that lit up the cold courtyard of Winterfell. "I doubt that. I'm sure you're still just as good-looking as before." She glances at the ground, and he sees a slight redness come over her cheeks before the woman sighs. "I'm sorry about…not doing anything, Jon."

His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"That we haven't done anything you know…coupling-wise," she mutters. "I've been healed for quite some time but I…I haven't…I don't know."

"Dany," he chuckles, looking down at her. "I genuinely could not care less if we have done that or not."

Her brow furrows this time. "Really?"

"Really. I only care if you are happy or not. If you still feel pain and aren't comfortable doing that, I'm not going to force you into doing that. It's perfectly alright. All of that was worth it to have what we have now. You don't need to worry about that."

She smiles at his words and glances up to where the children were, specifically where Dan was holding Robb in her arms. "It is quite amazing, isn't it? How much he's grown."

"It is." He looks at her with a raised brow now. "Why would think I would care about that, by the way? I haven't brought it up once these past few months."

She shrugs. "I don't know why…I thought you were maybe keeping it a secret from me to make me feel better…we used to do that all the time, even the night before I had Robb. I feel like I cut you off."

Jon snorts and shakes his head. "Dany, trust me, I am the last person who is going to care about that right now…I've wanted you to heal first beyond anything else. Besides, I've been working on something myself to keep my occupied."

She raises an eyebrow now. "And what exactly is this 'surprise' you said before?"

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," he murmurs to her, causing her to shake her head in disbelief. "Please, Dany. You know me by now. I never reveal my secrets unless forced to."

"What if I forced it out of you?" she suggests, wiggling her brow.

Jon laughs. "I'd like to see you try."

"Fine, a spar after this."

"Dany, it's going to happen later today – just have patience."

She rolls her eyes. "With you, you always go too big. I can never keep up with your surprises."

He shrugs now. "That's your problem."

Her mouth opens wide and she gapes at him, but before she could respond, the door to the courtyard opens. Both Daenerys and Jon turn their gaze towards where Sansa emerges, her own sword in her hands. Jon instantly felt the smile fall off his face as he sighs, glancing towards the ground, but he urges Daenerys forward.

She offers him a tiny glare in response, but moves anyway, pulling that expression to the back of her mind and giving Sansa a warm smile. Daenerys had been an excellent actor in all of this. She had been giving Sansa the warm shoulder the whole entire time they had been there. When Sansa asked her opinion on random matters – nothing of super importance but things that Jon wouldn't normally expect Sansa to ask about – she would respond with her kindest answer and move alone, but without attitude.

He wasn't surprised. Daenerys could get along with anyone if given the chance. He just didn't think Sansa was the genuine one in that relationship. And he'd love to see what was really going on in the redhead's mind.

"Daenerys," she states as she walks forward. "Good to see you."

Sansa had been in her solar for the last couple of days. Jon hadn't witnessed anything from her, most likely from training by herself. This was the first time he would see her – and most likely fail. Which honestly, a part of him looked forward to seeing.

"You as well," Dany states, her voice even. "I trust you've been practicing."

"Yes…my cousin has done well in teaching me."

Oof. That felt strange. Jon fights the urge to raise his brow at her words. Ever since they had arrived in Winterfell, she had called him brother. But now before she leaves she calls him cousin? That was different. And not the good kind.

He doesn't say anything, though, and pushes forward without many interludes. Arya emerges a moment later, coming to his side. "You heard that too, right?" she mutters to him. He throws back a simple nod, letting her know he heard. She then turns back and pushes forward her own expression, grabbing the sheath from Sansa and holding it until the end.

"Good to hear," Daenerys answers back to Sansa, her lips thinned out. She seemed to be aggravated by the comment as well. "Nice to see my husband acting so kind to you."

Now he really fights the urge to snort. He had never heard Daenerys so passive-aggressive. It was an amazing sight to witness. And judging by the expression on Sansa's face, the way her eyes blinked, and a slow steady breath was let loose, she seemed aggravated by it as well.

"Whatever," the girl mutters before stepping forward. "I believe we have a spar before I leave. That way if I beat you, you'll have more time to practice before I arrive back for the rematch."

Daenerys huffs, holding Dark Sister tight in her hands. "You wish," she mutters.

"Alright," Arya interrupts, stepping between the two women before a fist-fight happened prior to the swords. "Here are the rules – just a simple sparring match between you two. The first one that would-have the killing blow – i.e. a strike to the chest, neck, or head – wins. No actual injuries or cuts. Quick jabs so that we can get this over with as soon as possible. Got it?" The two women nod, staring each other down. "Okay, good. Start whenever you feel like."

Arya pulls back and sits at the edge of the courtyard now with Jon again. He could hear his children above starting to cheer on their mother, while his eyes remained locked on her. Daenerys holds Dark Sister perfectly in her hands, the two women circling each other, waiting for the other to strike. It doesn't take long however for Sansa to make the first blow.

However, Daenerys was quick in parrying her attack, and within seconds had ducked down to face Sansa's back. The girl turns around and faces her again, the sound of swords clashing. Jon had to admit, despite his intentions with Sansa, she had gotten better at training. Nowhere near Daenerys – her breathing was off and he could tell she was getting tired just from this one match – but her forms were correct.

Sansa lunges with another attack towards Daenerys but she quickly turns, dodging that one. It seemed that Daenerys was actually being defensive in this battle, which was smart. He knew Sansa would have been the attacker in this – even though she had been acting all kind and sweet towards them, there was bound to be some pent-up anger she wanted to release at Daenerys.

Even so, that didn't seem to work as Sansa lunged forward with another hit, but Daenerys quickly blocks it and then riposts, counterattacking her with a duck of her sword and then a hit with her elbow to the woman's ribs, knocking the air out of her.

Sansa stumbles back, breathing hard. She doesn't drop her sword, however. Her eyes narrow at Daenerys as she raises her sword, while Dany only smile and nods at her, a short little movement that said, 'bring it.'

The Stark girl hits her with another strike, hoping this one would be strong enough to stop the dragon queen in her victory, but Daenerys ends that quite quickly and then side-steps, before using her foot to push the girl onto her back. Before Sansa could even get up, Daenerys swings her sword quickly, causing her to curse under her breath as she knocked Sansa's sword out of her hand, and then aims it directly at her throat once it was exposed, ending the spar.

Jon feels himself smile as the children above him cheer and clap for their mother, who stepped back with a relatively proud smirk on her lips. However, it was when he heard Sansa curse once more and a red liquid start to drip into the snow did he grow concerned.

"What happened?" he asks as he comes forward.

"She actually struck me!" Sansa exclaims, glaring at Daenerys as she held up her hand. It was torn across the palm with blood seeping down her arm. Daenerys' eyes instantly widen and she moves forward.

"I'm so sorry, it was a mis-"

Sansa waves her hand dismissively as she stands, shaking her head and staring at the cut. "Whatever…it's just a gash." Jon could tell she was trying to be tough for their sake but was fighting back the pain. She turns to Daenerys and nods once. "Good match…you gave me a fight." She sighs and glances at the ground. "I'm going to get changed and then I'll meet you two at the gates, as well as Arya…the sooner I leave the better it will be for my people, right?"

Daenerys nods at her words, seemingly agreeing. Sansa turns away and hands her sword to one of the guards before holding her bleeding palm in her other hand, muttering under her breath as another guard walked her back in. Once she was in, Daenerys' exterior breaks and she smiles a little, glancing at the ground.

Arya comes forward once she sees this movement. "Daenerys." The queen looks up with a raised brow. "What is that smirk on your face?"

Daenerys feels herself laugh as she glances now at her husband. "I might have meant to do that."

"Dany!"

"I'm sorry!" she whispers, her eyes pleading with him. "It's just – these last three months have been torture on my mind trying to be nice to her knowing what we know and I needed to take out some of it, Jon. Just a little bit of it."

Jon sighs and nods his head. "I understand that, but you can't keep doing that until we have all the lords under our hands. If you keep hurting her, it will expose us. She'll know that something is wrong. We can't have that stressful load on top of us. We need to stay as neutral as possible."

Daenerys sighs now but slowly nods her own head. "Alright…fine."

Arya was quiet for a moment before nudging the woman's side. "That was quite funny."

"I know!"

Before Jon could interject with a roll of his eyes at the woman's antics, their children had already rushed down the stairs and ran to embrace Daenerys, each of them yelling about 'how good you were!' or that 'we knew you'd beat her!' Daenerys laughs as she embraces all of them, trying her best with her small figure while taking Robb from Dan's arms, who babbles as he rests alongside her chest.

"Aunt Sansa had no idea who she was challenging," Daemon says with a smile. "The ultimate warrior queen."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at that and turns to Jon with a smirk. "Huh. The Warrior Queen. I think I like that."

Jon shakes his head with a smile on his lips as well. He liked that as well.

Once Daenerys was properly bathed – something apparently she desperately needed after training for so long – he and her both got properly dressed and went out to the courtyard, where Arya and Gendry were waiting. The four of them talk quietly until Sansa does arrive, and once she steps into the courtyard, they grow silent.

The snow had already covered the blood-stained snow from her cut, but Jon could see the residue considering Sansa's hand was wrapped up tightly in white gauze. Blood was still peeking through the bandage. He glances over at Daenerys and doesn't see her face change – instead, it was the same stoic expression he was used to when she dealt with politics or meeting with allies. Except this was really the opposite.

She was just trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed doing what she did.

"So we're finally here," Sansa states as she steps forward. "Again, I'd like to thank Daenerys for her fight earlier, despite the…unfortunate outcome," she states, waving her bandaged hand. "You were a great opponent."

Daenerys nods, not changing her face for a second. "As were you."

Sansa gives a stiff nod back before turning to Jon and Arya. Her lips turn to a smile now. "I know that I pushed off this meeting for some time so I could spend some extra time with my family, but I do have to leave at some point. They are expecting me." She places her hands on Arya's shoulders, the girl not swaying for a second. "I trust that you will run Winterfell in my stead. Make sure the people here get food, and that all letters are answered in a timely manner. If there's nothing you understand, ask one of my guards. They are with me at all times and usually hear my responses to these queries."

Arya nods. "Of course." Jon could see the girl fighting the need to respond back, but she kept her mouth shut.

Sansa turns to Jon next and moves forward to him. "I trust that you and your family will be safe in the castle until I return?"

Jon nods. "Yes. We're most thankful for this, Sansa. Thank you for trusting us."

"Of course." And this time, she surprises him with a hug, causing him to raise his brow. But, because he didn't want to raise suspicions, he hugs her back, taking a glance at Daenerys. Her brow furrows as she stares at the woman in his arms, seemingly lost in her thoughts, until Sansa pulls back, her hands resting on his shoulders. "I'll be back in a month's time. This shouldn't take too long. I'll see you soon, cousin."

Jon nods as she pulls back, heading towards Arya to give her a hug and nods to Gendry. The moment she turns back she offers another small nod to Daenerys, before heading in the direction of where her guards were. Again, the moment that she disappears, Arya turns to Jon.

"I can't be the only one that's weirded out the way she's saying 'cousin,' right?"

"No, you're not," Jon mutters, turning to look at Daenerys. "Are you alright? You have a look of perplexion on her face."

"No, no, I'm fine," Daenerys mutters, stepping forward. "I'm just…wondering what's going on in that girl's head. Even so, it doesn't matter." She moves forward and turns to Arya and Gendry. "What are you two actually going to do?"

"Well, Sansa is right. Someone does need to run Winterfell while she is away. I can respond to letters but if we want to push forward with his plan, we have to do it soon. That way in a month when she returns we can end this whole affair…I'm sort of missing the dragons."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "A Stark girl missing a Targaryen's dragons?"

"They're just warm, don't get ahead of yourself," Arya chuckles. "It's quite cold in this castle compared to sitting by dragons who constantly breathe fire and fire mages that practice daily. I miss that in these frigid temperatures."

Jon exhales, nodding his head. "I as well." He glances towards Daenerys and smiles a little. "But…before we do anything, it's time for my plan."

Daenerys groans. "Good gods, not this shit again."

"And Arya knows."

The dragon queen's eyes widen as she turns to look at the Stark girl, who was now smiling wildly. "You did?!"

"And so did Gendry."

"Gendry!?"

"Sorry, your grace," Gendry comments, chuckling.

Daenerys glares at Jon in surprise. "Does everyone know about this supposed plan other than I?"

"Yes," he chuckles. "And it's all for you." He turns to Arya and Gendry, nodding at them. "Go and get the children ready and bring them to the stables. Once we're sure that Sansa's gone, we'll head out."

The couple nods as they take off back towards the castle. Daenerys' eyes don't stay and remained narrowed as she glares at Jon. "What are you planning now?" she seethes at him, a clear spark of concern in her eyes.

He only grins with his own emotion within him – mischievousness. "You'll see."

The children were all gathered towards the stables, talking lowly as Jon and Daenerys arrived. Jon helped Daenerys onto the back of his own horse while Arya and Gendry did the same for the children. Once Arya peaks around the corner, taking a good look at the guards and the footprints within the snow, she turns to Jon with a nod.

"You're good to go. We'll stay here for the time being – don't be gone too long or else the guards will start to suspect something."

Jon nods and squeezes his sister's shoulder. "Of course. We'll be back soon. Thank you – both of you. And also for looking after Robb for a couple of hours."

The couple nods as Arya holds the baby tightly in her arms. Jon takes off with his hands on the reigns of the horse before the animal begins to ride quickly in the direction he needed. The children, all clearly excited and quivered with anticipation for what was to come, talked wildly behind them now, shouting over the wind as they took off.

Daenerys' arms were wrapped tightly around him, looking around the snow landscape as they rode North of Winterfell. He looks behind him to make sure she was still warm and doesn't see a single shiver from his wife. Always the dragon, she was.

"Where are we going?!" Dan finally shouts to him from her horse. "It's freezing here!"

"You'll see," Jon chuckles as he rides. "Just have patience."

"Pa-what?!"

"Patience!" Daemon finishes for her.

"Patent?!"

"Good gods," Mae mutters as she rode closer, shaking her head. "I swear, you're worse than a deaf man!"

"What?!"

Jon laughs at their antics. Ah. He never thought these would be his children. But gods was he happy with whom they were.

It doesn't take long for them to reach their destination, however, and as soon as Jon could see the smoke rising from beyond a mountain, he turns to Daenerys, who seemed to be looking at the area with a familiar sense of recognition. She turns to look at him with her brow furrowed, and he only smiles before moving forward again with the horse, going quicker.

As soon as they turned a corner on the path, he could hear all the children gasp and yell in shock behind him, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Daenerys as he slowed down.

There, resting on the ground, were their four dragons they had brought, eating some kind of meat they had no doubt hunted. Drogon, Jonarys, Jorharion, and Visenya.

"No way!"

"Are we going to ride today?" Mae asks, her voice raised in excitement.

Jon nods as he climbs off of his horse, helping a stunned Daenerys off as well. "We are indeed. To a special place."

Daenerys looks at him, her brow furrowed. "H…how? How are they here?"

"Well, it was quite the concoction on my end," Jon chuckles a little. "After you had Robb, I wanted to treat you to that little family vacation that I promised, but how could we go to where we went without our dragons? And we didn't bring them with us. So, about a couple days after you gave birth, I ordered Kinvara to send a raven to her red priests to get the dragons here. Through their own way of magic, here they are. They've been waiting for only a day, so don't worry. I made sure that it was timed accordingly the moment Sansa decided to stay longer than intended."

Daenerys raises her brow. "Was it blood magic?"

"I don't know exactly what it was. But they are safe here now." He rests his hands on her shoulders at her expression of unease. "I know what you may feel about that, but trust me that if I requested something, they would do it to their best ability to make sure no one got hurt. I wouldn't do something if I felt that it was unsafe. You know me."

"I know," she mumbles, smiling a little. "I just get concerned; you know me." She takes his hand in hers and smiles wider. "Are we going to…?" Her question trails off and he only nods. She smiles even brighter if possible and practically runs towards Drogon. The kids all look at her, their faces full of excitement. "Get on!" she exclaims at them. "I know exactly where we're going!"

They all nod and climb onto their dragons. Daemon takes a hold of Jorharion while Nesara rides on the back of him. Dan climbs onto Visenya, with Zaevar and Mae behind her. Jon laughs as Daenerys almost clumsily climbs onto Drogon, full of elation at what was to come. He makes his own way onto Jonarys, who lets out a screech at him of joy when Jon climbs his sides.

"I know, I've missed you too," Jon chuckles a little before he turns to them, all eager to take off. "Ready?"

"Ready!" All of them yell back.

Jon turns to his dragon and shouts out, "Sōvegon!" before the dragon takes off into the sky. It doesn't take long for his wife as well as their children to fall in his line and fly off into the sky on their own creatures. He could hear each of them yelling in absolute exhilaration as they flew.

Dan flew forward quickly, easily challenging her brother to a race. Jon watched as both of them, Visenya and Jorharion went further and further ahead of them, seemingly going against each other to see who had the fastest dragon. Jon chuckles as they fly through the mountains, soaring over the snow and the creatures down below without a care in the world.

He takes a glance back at Daenerys and feels himself smile at her look of wonder on her lips, the same one he had seen so long ago when they had first flown together. When he fully first realized what being a Targaryen could feel like. Only this time, it felt ever so truer.

The children race ahead only slightly while Jon nods at Daenerys, urging her to fly quicker. The two of them go ahead of their children, who yell in protest at their fast speeds. Both of them try to catch up, with Dan urging on Visenya and Daemon doing the same to Jorharion. But they were no match for the veteran flyers, who easily out sped them after a moment or two.

It doesn't take long, however, for the land to become familiar. He could see the waterfall that they had grown so familiar to, along with the cave that followed beneath it. The water bent into a pool below, surrounded by freshly fallen snow that had just come the night before. Along the paths that he hadn't seen before were trees that lead into a small forest, one that he had barely recognized back then.

Once they land, Jon slowly gets off of Jonarys and turns to where Daenerys was, who had just gotten off of Drogon. She was staring at the waterfall with wistful eyes but doesn't say anything. Dan was the first of the children to speak when they climbed down from their dragons, who decided to go and rest near the top of the waterfall.

"Is this the place you and mother went to?" she asks.

Daemon's brow furrows. "The waterfall? That's this one? I didn't think it was so far away."

Mae's eyes widen. "Aw, this is so sweet! You wanted to take mother here alone, didn't you?"

Jon rolls his eyes. "No. You are all a part of our family. I wanted to share this sight with you and only you. Few from the South get to witness such beauty."

"I don't think I've ever seen a waterfall in the freezing cold," Zaevar comments as Visneya lets out a screech, lighting up the ground with fire to stay warm. "It's quite different from what I'm used-yeouch!"

Zaevar yells in shock as he turns around once a snowball hits his head, seeing Nesara standing there with a devilish grin on her face. Dan sees where she was going with this and lifts up a snowball, while Mae does the same. With one shout, she yells. "Boys vs. girls!" And the three of them throw their balls at each other.

Daemon and Zaevar instantly take cover behind a snowdrift. "Unfair! Robb is too young and isn't here!" Daemon complains as he and Zaevar quickly work together to make snowballs.

Jon feels himself laugh as the siblings through their snowballs back and forth at each other, each yelling battle cries. He looks over at Daenerys and sees the most content smile he had ever seen on her face, watching their children play against each other. He walks over to her side and pulls her into his arms, feeling her rest her head against his chest. She looks up at him and he presses a gentle kiss to her lips.

"I promised I would bring you back here," he whispers.

"You said with the baby too," she points out softly.

Jon chuckles a little. "I thought about it, but flying Robb at such a young age might not have worked out well. Besides…I couldn't travel here on horseback. Horses are entirely ruined for me," he murmurs. She laughs at his words, taking his hands in hers before letting them rest against her sides. She turns and leans up on her tiptoes, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you," she tenderly whispers to him. "Thank you so much for bringing us here…we needed this. All of us."

"Of course," he says, holding her close to him.

"What about Arya? Even Gendry? Both of them deserved to come."

"Someone needed to stay behind to tell a story to the guards as to why we left…and she agreed to us traveling anyway. Said that you deserved it with how hard you have been training. And now we can relax in the snow." He gently strokes her cheek, her lips turning upwards at his movement. "I wanted to make sure you were given a break. You deserve it, my queen."

Her hands envelop his, forehead against his own. "You as well, my king," she whispers.

"Especially after purposefully injuring Sansa."

"Hey!" she whispers fiercely, shaking her head. "It was one time."

"I know," he chuckles, making sure she stayed closed to him. "Don't worry. I don't blame you – a part of me feels I would have done it as well. I'm proud of you for how quickly you defeated her - though I never had any doubts."

"You better not have," she warns to him, looking back at the children. Jon does so as well but doesn't realize until a snowball hits him right in the middle of the face that it was hurdling directly towards him.

Daenerys laughs out loud as he sputters, wiping the snow from his eyes. Daemon yells out. "Father, we need back up!"

He shakes his head in disbelief and turns to Daenerys. "Sorry I have to go – I must defend our sons against our evil girls."

"Oh, so that's a challenge now, huh?" she dares, before racing towards the girls. Jon curses but doesn't feel the smile slip from his lips. "Come on, girls, we can beat them!"

"Still unfair!" Zaevar calls out as Jon rushes to their side. Before he could even get a word in, he was pummeled by a snowball from his own wife, hearing her laugh.

He quickly wipes the snow from his hair and turns to them, grabbing their already pre-made balls. "On the count of three, alright?" The two boys nod and raise their arms. "One, two, three – go!"

They all yell out and throw their balls while the girls do the same, screaming in glee as snow pummeled down on them, and the rushing water of the waterfall behind their bodies echoed off in the winter air. To anyone watching from afar, they would not know they were kings of queens or princesses and princes.

No. To them, they were just a happy family.

A happy family, with, well, dragons above them.

It was a couple of hours later when they finally returned back to Winterfell once the cold had gotten to the children, and when they arrived back, the children were all smiles as they told their Aunt Arya about everything that happened. Including how the girls had presumably beaten the men in their snowball war.

Jon would attest to that, but Daenerys would often peg him down and prove him wrong with another snowball to the head.

Aunt Arya would laugh and say it sounds like they had fun. Once the child had run off to their rooms to go warm-up, she had told Jon that the guards had grown a little suspicious, but they had arrived back just in time, saying that they had gone into a neighboring town to get away for a bit. The dragons were resting near where they had arrived on them prior, and they had commanded that they fly back to the camp where the military was beyond the wall.

Arya had said that she would send off a letter as soon as possible to let the freefolk know, and sooner or later they would be returning to them. Arya had also said that the direwolves had been let out and had hunted before returning back as well, so now they were back in Dan's chambers. A part of Jon felt bad that he hadn't taken Ghost out on a proper hunt in a while now, but he knew that the direwolf most likely did not care – he was in his element in the cold.

The Stark girl had also said that Kinvara had left to travel back to the military an hour prior, leaving a letter to Jon and Daenerys to read. She had mentioned she was going to be going back soon so that they could better prepare their fire mages but had no idea when. Jon would be forever thankful that she came in time to protect Daenerys from death, along with their son, but he knew that times were changing and they had to be prepared for something to evolve at any second. That included their red priests.

Sooner or later, however, their conversation with Arya was done and she had told him that Robb was resting in her room. So they decided to head back to their chambers to rest for a bit before pushing forward with their plan. Daenerys had complained of the cold finally and had said she wanted to get warm, so Jon had proposed they start a fire back in their chambers. She had agreed.

When they had arrived back there, his first destination had been the fireplace that was sitting idly by in the corner, but as soon as the flames were lit, he was surprised to see Daenerys not in the room with him. His brow furrows once he stands, the fire glowing brightly in the room.

"Dany?" he calls out.

"I'm in here."

Oh, the bathing chambers. No doubt she was most likely changing into something nicer to rest in. He removes his own furs, down to just his tunic and breeches now to rest on the bed. He lights a candle near the sheets and feels himself close his eyes. It was hardly halfway through the day and somehow, someway, he was already exhausted. Maybe it was because the snow outside made the day look darker.

Maybe it was the constant state of fear on his mind about what was to come later. He could only hope that sleep or rest would come with time.

"Jon?" The soft voice wakes him from his slumber, and he turns his head to see Daenerys standing at the foot of the bed. However, he was surprised to see her in nothing but a silk robe with the Stark sigil, something that Arya had gifted to her from their mother's private closet – not like she would have a use for it now. It was so strange seeing her in something that bore the Stark symbol, but at the same time, a part of him didn't care.

"I-I thought you wanted to get warm?" he asks her, stuttering a little at his words once he sees she was truly nude underneath that garment.

He sees a shy smile come over her lips but then a nervous look enrapture her eyes. "I…I did. But I need to be truthful about something."

His brow furrows as she comes to the other side of the bed, seeing her glance at the ground. "What is it?"

"I've…been able to have sex for quite some time now," she admits softly, looking at him. "Kinvara cleared me for it about six weeks ago. But I've been lying to you about it." She glances at the ground again and sighs. "Truthfully, it was because of these." She moves the robe a little bit to the left, and he sees through the faintest of light from the fire that she was pointing to the couple of stretch marks that adorned her body from carrying Robb. "I know it's nothing compared to some of the other marks on my body and that you've already said you'd love me forever but I…I don't know. I think it might just be what happens after you've given birth that you get so nervous but I…I don't know," she repeats, glancing at the ground. "I thought maybe…maybe this might be the one, I just-"

Jon places a gentle hand over her mouth, seeing her look surprised at his movement. "First off, you're rambling. Take a deep breath." He lowers his hand and she follows what he says, letting out a breath of relief. "Secondly, as you said, I've told you so many times I could not care what you looked like. I will always love you and still find you just as beautiful as before, as much as the first day I met you." She smiles a little at his words, not moving her eyes from her. "Remember what I said about those scars along your back? The ones from the leaders?" She nods. "That's the same thing here. Those told the story about how you survived…but these show the miracle of which you gave. The son you provided to both of us. If anything, these are the most beautiful marks you could ever have on your body, and I will love every single one of them until my dying days."

He could see tears threatening to leave her eyes but she blinks them away, letting her hand rest against his own.

"Besides…I also could barely see them, Dany," he chuckles a little, causing her to smile at his mood. "They are there, but until you pointed them out to me, it was hard to even notice. I mean, look at you, Dany. You hardly look like a woman who just gave birth with how much you've been training. Look at you – I wasn't joking when I said I think you're stronger than I. Look at your stomach where our son was just inside you. Forgive me, but you look like one of those women from a brothel rather than a mother." She laughs, shaking her head as her cheeks turned red. "And that's a great thing. Don't let little marks be the thing that makes you feel insecure. You have absolutely nothing to feel that way about."

Daenerys' laughs trail down before her hands rest against his chest softly. "I'm glad to see you've been noticing."

"Noticing?" he chuckles, rather darkly. "Daenerys, it's been impossible for me to keep my hands off you whenever our son is sleeping. The only reason I have is that I didn't know if you were okay to do so yet."

Daenerys bites her lower lip and glances up at him through her lashes, the firelight illuminating her soft skin. "Well…I'd like you to now, Jon." Her hands gently come onto his and press them against her sides. "I've missed you."

He raises his brow at her, surprised at the turn this was taking. "Yeah? How much?"

His question was answered when she leaned up and met his awaiting lips with her own, her mouth parted, tongue grazing his as her arms wrapped around his neck. He groaned and slid his hands beneath the silk robe, pushing it completely off of her and onto the floor before his fingers rested gently against her ass and fuck, it felt just as amazing as it had looked.

They kissed like that for a little while until she shifted herself to him, hooking a leg over his as her body straddled his own. Already he was aching hard for her. It had been so long since they had done anything like this. As much as he loved his wife and cared for her safety, he wouldn't deny he'd missed the shit out of her while she had been healing.

He kisses her harder, deeper while his hand ventured down between her legs, fingertips grazing the damp folds of her cunt, already slick. She jerks against his movements, gasping against him.

"Jon," she whimpers as he breaks away from the kiss, turning to suckle under her skin, dragging his teeth along her pule point. "Gods, Jon – oh kessa, fuck!" His fingers start to invade her while his lips moved against her neck, biting down gently. He pushed his fingers up inside of her, up to his knuckles. She pushes back against his hands, her hips moving of their own accord to get the friction that she needed.

He drove his fingers as deep into her as he could, feeling her beg for him with each and every single movement. Gods, she was so wet. He hadn't known what it would be like the first time they coupled after what had happened but he surely had not thought this.

His mind was clouded with lust as he finished her off, her cunt clenching down onto him as her nails dug into his sides. He could feel her body shaking the moment he removes his fingers, bringing them up towards her lips. Before he could even say anything, she takes the digits into her mouth, licking them clean. He stares at her in surprised shock and desire before his hand wraps around her neck and pulls her in for a heated kiss, this time with her below him. After a moment, he takes a blurred, hazed second to pull back, staring down at his naked wife.

There was barely any light in the room aside from the fire and the one candle he had managed to light, but even with that, it illuminated her body, showing off every part that he loved so dearly. Her beautiful face, her breasts, her waist, her whole entire being, just absolutely perfect. He leans down and kisses her again, moving his lips once more from her lips to her throat, all the way down to her breasts, before he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked at the stiff peak between his lips, pulling at it with his teeth. Her back arched with each movement, pushing her body against him as he cupped the other breasts in his hand, thumbing at the nipple before taking it into his mouth next.

"Jon," she moans, trying to get him to divert his attention to elsewhere, but he smirks against her skin as he lets go of her nipple with a pop, looking down at her.

"Not yet," he murmurs, his voice low, pressing a kiss to her belly, right above where one of her marks were. And with each kiss he moved lower and lower, not moving his gaze from hers. "There's something else I want to do to you first."

She whimpered the moment his head settled between her thighs. She was all but dripping for him, her juices glistening in the light from the fire. He would drag his fingers through her drenched cunt, making her hips jerk as she chokes back a cry of pleasure. Their children were still very much awake and they needed to try and stay as quiet as possible.

However, as soon as he rested a hand against her legs and spread them wider, licking his tongue along her cunt and all the way up to her clit, he could have sworn he heard her moan so loudly into her mouth it was a crime

"Gods," she groans, her hand grabbing at his hair, drawing his face closer to her. He licked her again, and again until she was rocking endlessly against him, moving with the thrusts of his tongue, over and over. She tasted sweet, just as he remembered, smearing across his lips. She was enjoying it so much that he had to keep a hand against her to make sure she didn't ride herself off the bloody bed.

But, he decides he wants to end this as soon as he can so they can get to the main attraction. He licks up her clit, flicking quickly, her body tensing. He sucks the bud between his lips, rubbing it gently between his lips and tongue until she forcefully pushes a hand over her mouth, a cry rippling from her lips, thighs shaking around his head as she came. He licked her again as she did, trying to ride her through it.

"Jon," she whimpers, her hands pulling at his curls now once her climax had finally come down a little. "Please, my love, nyke jorrāelagon ao sir."

He moves forward and kisses her, hands coming up to guide her own behind her head, where he let them sit against the headboard. Her hands break free from that, however, and practically rip off his tunic and breeches, that had long since been containing everything inside. His eyes widen slightly at her eagerness before turning to her. "Seven hells, Dany."

"Get over here," she mutters before pulling at his arm, yanking him back down to his lips were on his and her hands were stroking his bare chest. One reaches down and took his cock into her fingers, causing him to groan. "I want this, now. I need it."

Jon smirks against her lips as he pushes her down on the bed once more, before taking his hardened cock into his hands. His forehead presses against hers as he starts to edge it into her, running the tip gently up and down her cunt, teasing her a little. But one knew that if you teased the dragon queen too long, you'd get burned, so he decided it was best to not keep her waiting.

With a little push forward, he was buried deep into of her, sinking into her warm wet walls. His brow almost furrows at how familiar it felt. He had heard stories from others how wives never seemed to stay the same after giving birth to a child but this felt like home. Gods, he had missed this, so fucking much. He didn't realize until now. "Fuck, Dany."

"Fuck me, Jon," she pleads, her head falling against the pillow. He wanted to revel at this moment, her cunt gripping him so snugly, but he could tell that she wanted it now. So, with a groan, he pulls out of her and pushes in again, and then again, over and over, deeper and faster until the bed was starting to rock against them.

Her hands untangle from his hair and start to grip at his back, clawing at the skin, while his own gripped at the back of her hair. He started pounding into her, his hips slapping against her at a rapid pace so fast. This was a fucking dream. "Fuck, I missed this," he growls.

"Me too," she cries out, hands holding onto him. "Qogralbar, Ionos, ȳdra daor keligon. Qogralbar nyke harder."

There was nothing sexier in this world than hearing his wife speak Valyrian. He was sure of it.

He drove into her harder, so hard that he was sure her head might hit the headboard soon. She only moaned with every single thrust, muffling her sounds against his shoulder. His back dripped of sweat at the pace he was setting, feeling her wet cunt slosh with every single movement he did. Everything was so much. He threw her legs upwards quickly, onto his shoulders, and shoved into her, causing her to cry out. He could stare at this view forever, seeing every single park of her skin flicker with pleasure, her mouth stretched to a lovely o with each gasp and moan she offered, her eyes shut.

Jon brings a hand up to her cheek, cupping tenderly compared to the roughness he was doing below them. "Dany," he whispers to her, causing his wife to open her eyes. The moment he saw them, he started to thrust into her, slow and deep, grinding his hips against hers. Her eyes still stayed locked with his as she moaned and arched her back again. Soon her hips were moving against his. Her cunt rippled around him, tightening, and within a few thrusts, she was coming all around him, her digging into her lip as she let out the sweetest moan he had ever heard. He groans as her cunt grips him tightly.

Moving with her climax, he braces a hand against the bed and starts to drive into her until he was coming undone as well, his hips juddering against hers, dropping his head against her shoulders. "Fuck," he groaned, breathing heavily as he collapsed, his seed filling her entirely until he was completely spent.

They stay still like that for a moment until Jon finally lifts his head up to look at his wife, and he feels himself chuckle at her exhausted smile. "Did I hurt you?" he finally asks after a couple of seconds. "I didn't know the…limits about what happened after."

Daenerys chuckles but shakes her head. "No, you didn't hurt me," she snickers a little, pulling him up so that his arms were around her waist. "I think that was exactly what I needed…especially being here for so long. It's been driving me mad." She sighs and looks to him. "And seeing you with Sansa has been incredibly draining."

Jon raises an eyebrow as he grabs the furs, pulling them over each other as a rush of wind from the window caved in. "Why do you say that? It's not like I haven't tried to stay with you at every other point."

"I know," she says softly. "But she's just been…sort of clingy, I guess. Ever since we've come here. I feel like she's trying to make up for lost time by staying by your side but it always…gets to me, I don't know. I feel like she gives me that look that says she's getting close to you too – which I know is wrong, but it still messes with my head." She looks back up at him. "I swear, didn't you see the way she looked when I beat her today? I felt that she wanted to win to somehow impress you."

Jon sighs and nods his head. "I had that bit of a feeling too, but maybe she just wanted to try and show she was good at something?" Daenerys looks at him with an expression that said 'are you that stupid?' and he feels himself chuckle. "I'm only trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. Not everything in her life has been about scheming. Most is. You're most likely right…I don't even know what my family has become." He shakes his head and pulls his wife closer. "I think I enjoy my new one a little bit more."

Daenerys raises her brow. "You better." She presses a soft kiss to his lips, one he returns eagerly before glancing at the discarded robe on the ground.

He scoffs and turns to look at her. "Did you really wear that? It's awful."

She stares at him in surprise. "It was a gift from your sister."

"It was a piece of clothing she found that would probably fit you better than Sansa," Jon points out, moving to pick it up and look at the silk. "It's nice, I'll give her that, but it felt so…strange seeing you with it on. I could never imagine you having a Stark last name. Really any other name besides Targaryen." He looks over at her again. "I mean, Daenerys Stark? I don't think that would fit well."

Daenerys chuckles as he tosses the robe to the side, falling back in the bed. "It was still something to remember you by."

His brow raises now. "Remember me by? I'm not a Stark, though."

"You're as much a Stark to Arya as you are a Targaryen to me," she reassures him softly. "Don't let what's happened in the past stop you from embracing who you are. I still think that robe is nice."

Jon sighs and glances over at it. "You can keep it if Eleana can do something to it. I don't want any real reminders of this place once we go back home."

Daenerys chuckles. "Deal…did Eleana know about the whole surprise, too?"

"Yup."

"Seven hells, Jon," she laughs, leaning back in her bed. "I can't – no, actually, I can believe you. This is just like you." She wraps her hands in his hair and pulls him down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Your little surprises always mean the world to me."

He smiles at her words. "I'm glad they do."

"Truthfully…when we visited that cave again, I sort of wanted it to be just the two of us," she admits softly, causing him to smirk at her suggestion. "But the children were great to bring along as well."

"I'll make sure it's just the two of us next time," he comforts her, letting a kiss linger. "You have quite the dirty mind, my queen."

"Oh, you have no right to talk about dirtiness, Jon."

He hmm's in response and leans down, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips. "We can see who has the dirtiest mind right now," he whispers huskily in her ear. And at the spark in her eyes and the smile that adorned her lips, he took another kiss, this time pulling his wife on top of him underneath the furs.

When dinner came around later that evening, and the king and queen were absolutely sated with each other, Daenerys had taken another bath before heading down to the dining chambers. Jon had said he would join her in a little bit after getting clean himself. So, with a kiss to her lips and a soft smile, he bid her goodbye and got himself dressed again.

Once he was however clean and headed towards the hallways, his mind started to think of what they had to do. Now that their fun was over – well, with Daenerys his life was always full of adventure, but the political side of the world needed to take over him now – they needed to push forward with their plan. And a part of him truly wanted to go through Sansa's solar.

She had no guards posted there – he had a feeling it was because she thought she could trust them. Bad decision on her part. It would be easy to just walk in and head down without a single care in the world. So, that's exactly what he did on his way to dinner – a quick pit stop in his old chamber.

As he walked in and closed the door quietly behind him, he glanced around the room. Now, it looked surprisingly cleaner than the last time he had been in here, with many letters organized in the drawers of the desk. It seemed that most of these, as he pulled them out to read, were letters from the lords of the North.

House Karstark, House Manderly, even House Reed, all of them reaching out to her in regards to the food shortage of the North, many asking for aid. He could see that the date of these was from far back, maybe a year or so ago, so the issue hadn't stopped since then. He could see letters from the Vale, from Robyn who had grown up and inherited it, asking for a meeting for his people as well, which was where Sansa was going anyway.

Letters after letters, all about the same issue. But nothing that could really aid them in what they were doing. Yes, it showed that Sansa was incompetent and had no idea what the fuck she was doing, but it didn't help them convince the lords to come to their side.

He sighs as he sits down on the chair. It felt so familiar and yet so far away in his mind. A part of him missed the one back in Valyria. It was far comfier.

Jon bites his lip as he stands, before shaking his head. Maybe today just wasn't his day. He would go searching for something else at another point.

However, as he stood, his hand brushes against a book on the desk, knocking it to the ground. But, as he does so, something opens up behind him, the sound of clacking chains and rotten wood mesmerizing to his ears. He turns around and sees that a small portion of the wall had opened up, and it revealed more letters. However, this time, they seemed to be completely written by Sansa…and some were from Bran.

Had this secret chamber always been here? Or was he just that incompetent when he had been King? He was going to go with the first because he would have noticed something like this…and she had this instantly specifically for spies like himself. Well, too bad now.

He reaches in and pulls out the deck of letters, throwing them onto the desk. Quietly, his eyes try to look through any of them that might help. The first one he sees is a sigil he was quite familiar with, the royal Stark sigil from King's Landing. Others were the standard direwolf that he was used to. So, he decided to read all of them.

And what he found…had him seething with anger.

The first letter – or rather, list – was one that Sansa had written herself. And it was entitled 'How to Get the North Back.'

Clearly from the letters from the lords, as Sansa had said, they had been questioning her leadership. So, she had wanted to find a way to get them back on her side. And when she said that she was thinking of marriage, she didn't mean with any old lord. She meant with him.

His eyes panned through the list, almost hearing her voice in his head as he read it.

'-they're coming here with him and his wife…but Bran told me she was pregnant. Possibly if she has the baby here, it might make my life a little easier.'

Jon's brow furrows as he instantly turns to another letter sent from Sansa to Bran, reading it quickly.

'Bran,

I've recently received word that the Targaryen's are going to be coming here. I know that the North and your kingdom has nothing to do with each other now, but I know that you can see into the future. They told me not to tell you, but I have a plan as to how I can get the North back on my side and finally separate those Targaryen's forever. You must help me. You hate them as much as I do – is there anything I can do?

Your sister,

Sansa.'

Jon couldn't even speak. His eyes turn to the letter sent from Bran.

'Sister,

Ah. That sounds wonderful. It was about time they came…their bloody red priests have made is nearly impossible for me to track them. They want magic, I'll give it to them. But, in regards to your conundrum…I believe we can help each other with this.

Daenerys Targaryen is pregnant, from what I have seen. By the time she reaches you, she will most likely be heavy with child…I can't go into her mind as I have with some other people, but I can inflict some sort of…pain that will make her have that child and possibly…make Jon a widow.

Will this hurt him? Yes, which is what we need if we want those pesky Targ's to fall, but it will give you free reign to comfort and fall into his arms when he needs it. As for his children…that's a situation we will deal with later. And if she doesn't die…she'll be in far too much pain to do anything a man wants. That will be your goal.

Get Jon Snow in your bed, one way or another. You have him on your side, you'll have the North. He killed the dragon queen – why not align with him again as well? If you want, there is also a list of certain…toxins you can use to further along the process. Let me know how everything turns out – trying to see into their heads and their eyes has become increasingly harder, but with a little bit of my own work, I can make something happen for you.

Thank you for your loyalty.

The King.'

"Oh, you fuckin' piece of shit," Jon grunts, throwing the letter to the side. He had known that Bran had been the cause of Daenerys' misery for some time now, but knowing that Sansa, the woman who had come to both him and Arya to make them feel better about her imminent death. And she had gone along with this plan.

She had known the whole time.

And she had wanted to get in bed with him? Gods, is that why she kept calling him cousin?

He turns back to the list, looking through it now with newfound eyes.

'-if Daenerys isn't killed in this birth…then I'm going to have to work a lot harder at this. Possibly go against my grain and be nice to them?

-Get the trust of both Arya and Jon. The children don't matter. Neither does that dragon queen. If they can stand for me, then they can shut down whatever those Targaryen's say.

-Do things they love…what do they love? Training. Sword-fighting. I could ask Jon to train me…yes, that's perfect. Arya even told me Jon trained Daenerys before they got together…the perfect way to get close to him.

-I should stop saying brother…it's strange. Reminds me of Cersei and Jaime. If I intend to take Jon, he should be known as my cousin. Start saying that more.

-What if he doesn't bend so easily? Him and his bloody honor…I could use that list of toxin's Bran gave me…there's one that basically paralyzes a person. And we know these toxins work considering we used the Basilisk venom against Daenerys all those years ago. I could use it during a feast when he's drunk or something…gods, that sounds a bit like Ramsey but it's different…I'm not torturing him or beating him. It's just…I need him on my side. I can't have Daenerys sink her fingers any deeper.

-if he gets me with child, he'll have no excuse but to stay. He holds true to his honor…why not use it against him?

-spend a couple of extra months here. Grow their trust. Leave them and let the resentment over her inability to provide with him linger…when you come back, it'll be time to go.'

That had been the end of the list, but if not for the fact that he needed this for evidence, Jon would have burned this piece of paper to ashes. That fucking cunt.

He knew that Sansa hadn't been genuine – at least from what he had seen, he understood what she was like. But he never thought she would stoop so low as to agree with his psychopath of a cousin that killing Dany was the best way to his own heart. And who's to say he would even do it? Because he was with Daenerys, suddenly he was perfectly alright with marrying anyone within the family?

No, that had never been the case. While marrying others that were family members was often 'looked down upon,' and Jon was raised that way, it didn't change the fact that it did still happen – even Twyin fucking Lannister had been married to his cousin. But the only reason why Jon was with Daenerys was that he knew they were meant to be together. From the moment he met her, regardless of their relations, he knew something was meant to be between them, and there was no way he could stop it.

He loved his wife with all his heart…with every fucking piece of him. And to think that Sansa wondered if just losing her would have him crawling into her arms. Gods…she had really lost her own mind. And to use her sister…the one person who had stood up for her all those years ago, even up until she found out what she did was despicable.

So the training was all a lie, and they were just the pawns. Well, truly, all of them had known something was up. Sansa wouldn't just ask to be trained so suddenly as if she was interested. She wasn't Daenerys, where she had an actual need to protect herself – Sansa may have people after her but nowhere near war level…at least not until he was done with her. And Arya had always had an interest beforehand, which is why it was so easy to train her back then.

But now? He fucking wanted to train her until she was nothing but grounded beef on the floor.

Jon lets out a deep breath and lowers the papers to the table, his head in his hands. He didn't know why he had gotten so angry. Of course this is what Sansa did…maybe a part of him had wanted to see if she had truly changed, but nope…she was just plain old manipulative Sansa fucking Stark.

He needed to bring these to his true family's eyes. Before he let himself get lost in his rage.

Dinner was a quiet affair for the most part. The children talked about their snowballs and their adventures in the castle. How they had explored the tombs below them. Arya had said that she and Gendry had taken Robb through a walk in the Godswood and he tried his first snowflake, to which Daenerys had laughed. Eleana had served them their dessert with a smile on her lips before heading to her chambers to rest for the evening, congratulating the girl's on their 'victory,' against the boys, who were all extremely glad to see Daemon and Zaevar sulk. But while Jon had wanted to show joy for the great adventures of the day, his mind was focused on those letters.

So, he pushes that away once the food is done, and finally brings it up. He gathered their attention quickly, telling Arya to send the guards away – which she does as well. Once the room was cleared, he laid out all the letters, and let each of them read through it.

Daenerys was the first to speak. "Well…she was quite wrong about how I wouldn't 'bounce back' from his pregnancy," she mutters, throwing the letter on the table.

"So this whole time," Arya responds, placing her own letter down carefully. "This whole training session and last couple of months, was just so she could get close to us, take Jon away, and then basically discard of Daenerys and the children? So she could have you as security for the North?"

Jon raises an eyebrow. "Are you surprised?"

Arya was quiet for a moment before sighing, shaking her head. "Sadly, I'm not." She leans back in her chair as Dan takes a look at the letters again.

"What does she mean by a toxin? And…stun you?"

Jon bites his lip. "Your aunty wants your father to marry her. Give you another sibling," he states bluntly. If the children were going to witness this, he might as well make it quick.

Dan's face screws up in disgust and she lowers the letter down. "Gross."

Daenerys looks from where she sat, Robb resting in her arms. "Then what do we do with this information? I mean, none of us are shocked that she was planning this. I knew she had a thing for you all the way back then."

Jon's brow furrows at her. "What do you mean? She's only doing this for political reasons."

"Jon," Daenerys chuckles, shaking her head. "She is doing this for far more than political reason. She may have never admitted it to anyone, but she's always loved you, despite the shitty situations she has put you in. How she has treated you. I could see the way she looked at you at our old council meetings, like a lost young woman in love. I could see the way she looked at you now whenever you trained, whenever you would speak to her. She may act all stone-cold, but there's a heart under there that wants you."

Jon glances at the ground and runs his hands through his hair. "And how have I never noticed this?"

"Because you're a man," Arya states, shrugging her shoulders. "Men usually aren't the best at noticing things like this."

Daemon looks up from the letter. "I noticed she loved him."

"So did I," Zaevar mutters from his own parchment.

"What?" Jon looks at them incredulously. "How?"

Daemon shrugs. "It was just the way she talked to you and talked to mother. With you, it was sweet and kind but with mother, it was short and direct. She wanted to remain neutral but she definitely wasn't trying to make friends with her, or us."

"I mean, I saw her literally staring at you while you were taking off your shirt one day from training," Zaevar points out. "You were in need of a bath or something and she wouldn't stop staring."

"Oh, I remember that!" Mae calls out from where she was with Nesara. "Yeah, she's completely infatuated with you, father."

Nesara tilts her head and looks up in surprise. "What does that word mean?"

"It means someone's in love with someone else – like our parents are to each other."

"Oh. Well, Sansa isn't nice," Nesara easily states, causing everyone to turn their heads towards her. "She didn't even let me have any of her lemon cakes! And I cleaned up her solar with her…not fair."

Jon almost feels himself roll his eyes at her statement but found it hard. Nesara did always seem to find the silly situation among everything else that was shit going on. "How dare she!" Mae gasps at her before turning back to the other children. "Obviously that is the last straw."

Daenerys chuckles at Mae before turning to look at Jon and Arya. "So we have these letters. We have other things here that she's stored away…what happens now? Do we follow our plan?"

"No." Jon glances at the letters before looking back at his wife. "We do it a different way. Send out letters to every lord in the North. I want them gathered here. Don't bother with the guards – we will convince them when everyone else has arrived. We're exposing everything she has tried to do – including what she almost did with our family. We're bringing them on our side…and when she returns, she'll get what she's asking for."

Arya's brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

Jon's gaze darkens, and he crumbles up a list that Sansa had made, his fist tight. "If she wants to experience what a true dragon is like…" He looks over at Daenerys. "I'll give it to her."

She stares at him in surprise before her brow furrows now. "You're not actually going to couple with her, are you?"

"No," Jon instantly states. "But I'll need your help with what I plan…will you help me?"

Daenerys raises an eyebrow in response, looking at him as if trying to see into his head before nodding slowly. "As long as she keeps her hands off of you, of course I'll help you, my love."

"Excuse me," Arya points out from where she sat, Gendry at her side. "Don't leave us out of this whole thing. I want to see what happens, too."

Jon chuckles a little at his sister's intrusion but nods. "Alright…all of you." He gestures to the children as well. "This is a family affair. Come here."

Dan's eyes brighten as she instantly stands, along with the rest of the children. "What chaos are we causing?" she asks excitedly as she sits down, the others gathering around her.

Jon rolls his eyes. "No chaos. But we're going to need all of us to join on this…you need to listen to me exactly as I say. If you feel that there is something missing, please bring it up…but there's no way we're going to let Sansa get away with what she was planning, nor are we leaving emptyhanded. Understood?"

Everyone nods. Jon takes out a piece of parchment, writing on the back of a list that he had found, before grabbing a quill from the table.

"Jon," Gendry states quietly, causing him to look up. "Might I just ask what this is going to do to her? Are you and the others going to be alright?"

Jon looks at the parchment before looking at his wife. "We'll be fine…let's just say it'll make Sansa regret immensely ever battling against House Targaryen." Daenerys smiles a little at his words, clearly glad to see him embrace their house even more so now in his childhood home. She presses a gentle kiss to his lips before turning back to the parchment. "Now…shall we begin?"

The three adults exchange a nod, and the children do as well. Together, they confidently respond, "Yes."

Told you it was a little important lol

Some Valyrian translations for you all:

Kessa – yes

Nyke jorrāelagon ao sir - I want you now.

Qogralbar, Ionos, ȳdra daor keligon. Qogralbar nyke harder - Fuck, Jon, don't stop. Fuck me harder.

Yeahhh I couldn't go too long without my smut, ya'll know that I miss it too much, and I felt it was good to show again the side of Daenerys many never see, which is insecure and stuff such as that - she's a lot more like that in the books, at least to this extent. But I enjoyed the hell out of writing it lmfao and next chapter is going to be big. Like, oof, it'll probably change your minds about how you see Jon big but in a good way lmfao I'm so excited to write it and for you guys to read. So stay tuned!

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