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)

53. Jon and Sansa: The Lords of the North

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Sansa

It had been a month. And the road had been filled with many journals of distant thoughts.

Traveling to the Vale had been an experience and one that Sansa hadn't been the biggest fan of. While she had always had the idea of leaving the Targaryen's alone in Winterfell, it still irked her to think of what could happen while she was gone. And at the end of the day, she really only truly trusted one person, which was Arya.

Even so, she had shown love for Jon as well, so it was hard to see through her. But when Sansa returned, she had it all planned out in her mind. That she would go forward with her plan and get Jon on her side and end this whole affair…but she had begun to think long and hard about it, and started to realize that doing this wasn't the way to go.

A part of her always knew deep down that trying to convince Jon to come to her side would be impossibly hard but in order to do it…she needed to stop pushing things so quickly. Maybe do it organically without anyone around. As she had traveled to the Vale, Robin had told her that she had a great personality, but she never let it show because she was always cold and calculated most of the time.

It wasn't her fault that she had become that way. Her life had been turned upside down the moment she had turned three and ten. She had to turn out that way if she wanted to survive in their little game. But now, she didn't have an excuse. Sure, Jon was married…but plenty of married men have left their families before.

And even then, that silver-haired dragon queen had been on her mind a lot more lately.

She kept thinking of how easily she had cut her down in that spar the day she had left, how her sword had slid through her hand without any hesitation. And during these moments of silence did Sansa realize that Daenerys wasn't as weak as she thought she was. She should have assumed – she had seen her sister and the dragon queen training for the last couple of months, but she never could have assumed she would have beaten her that quickly. It embarrassed her, made her feel that there was nothing she could do to somehow switch Jon's affections over to her.

Because in all honesty, Daenerys was his dream woman, despite what she had done.

For a while…Sansa had even thought maybe she was just doing all of this to actually have a family again. Bran was just…what he was. What it was, she didn't know, but she knew that it was serious and it was something that she didn't understand. Arya was always with Jon, and he was always with Daenerys. She truly felt like she was the last Stark. And the only one that remained.

And it felt horrible. She felt abandoned. And she hated that feeling.

Maybe that's why she was trying so hard to somehow convince them to join her side again, to reunite the wolves that they once were. But a part of her knew deep down it could never return to that ever again, so this was the one shot she had. This was the one way she might be able to get that back.

Before she had left, she had placed the letters and the pieces of paper away from the lookers of eyes, in a secret compartment. She knew that the moment she did leave someone would go looking for something. She didn't know who, but she wasn't risking prying eyes trying to find them. So, she had hidden her notes and her plans away for others not to find. Even so, she had been wondering if there was a possibility. It wasn't like she had locked her solar. Maybe…maybe…

"No," she mutters to herself as they rode towards the gates of Winterfell. "No, that's not possible."

While her mind could constantly push back on her mind about what she thought of the Targaryens and everything else, she also thought about what she and the Vale had spoken about. She had followed at least a little bit of Jon's – as well as everyone's advice – and swallowed her pride to somehow ask the people for help. The Vale, while a part of the North, was much closer to an area where they could grow food, and could offer more for people to eat and have in the time that they needed. Robin had agreed on one condition – that he was able to meet the Valyrian's. The Targaryen's.

He had apparently heard the rumors of Valyria being reborn as well. And while it wasn't that far of a trip, Sansa had hesitated due to Jon not being there. But at the end of it all, she had agreed, because the sake of her people mattered more than anything else. And she could only hope that Jon would feel the same.

He was the one who had told her to go. Him and everyone else. If they didn't accept what she had to do, she didn't know what to proceed with. Maybe she should just let go of this idea of Jon being hers…if this plan went through, and more food started to come back, she could possibly reclaim her title without him…but she didn't want to be without him.

Sansa sighs and runs her hands through her long red hair. Life had gotten so confusing lately. All she wanted was for things to work themselves out for once but she knew her life hadn't been that way for a long time.

"My queen," she hears as the carriage suddenly stops. Her brow furrows as she steps outside, opening the door. Her guards as well as her riders had halted in front of the gates of Winterfell, looking at it curiously.

"What is it?" she commands. "Why have we seized movement?"

"Well…look," one of her guard's state. Sansa follows his fingers and his gaze to see to her surprise that the gates to Winterfell were completely left open. But what was even stranger was that there were no guards posted. There was not a single living soul anywhere near them. All they could hear was the rushing of the wind, and the snow that would follow with it. She takes a couple of steps forward, trying to see if there was any trace of at least an animal, but the snow was fresh. It was as if everyone had vanished.

"What happened here?" she whispers to herself, confused as all the seven hells below her.

But as she turned to look at her guards, she suddenly hears someone calling her name. "Sansa!" the voice exclaims, and she recognizes it, instantly turning to see Jon coming down the steps towards her. "Thank the gods, you're here," he pants, coming to her. He reaches out and takes her hands in hers, glancing at the guards. "Something's happened…it hasn't been too long but I need to speak with you about it."

"W…what is it, Jon?" she asks, concern filling her voice.

Jon turns his gaze to look at the guards fully. "Not in front of them…alone. Please." He looks back at her, his eyes pleading. "I just want it to be the two of us."

This was different. She hadn't seen this version of himself in years, the vulnerable side that she was so used to seeing him share with Daenerys, even Arya, but never herself. And it was a welcome gaze. Welcoming enough where she waved her hands at her guards and riders, nodding to them. "Leave us be. I will see you later."

The guards nod as Jon starts to lead her away and towards the entrance into the castle. As she turned, however, a moment later and looked back at the guards, she could see that every single one of them was gone. They had disappeared. Her brow furrows in astonishment as she stops cold.

"What happened to them?" she asks quickly.

Jon turns around and looked just as surprised at her. "I don't know…they must have moved quickly. The snow sometimes masks noises. I would know. I've spent years in it." He looks at her and nods back towards the castle. "Please, come with me. I want to speak to you. It's been so long."

She couldn't deny him with the tone in his voice, and since she had never experienced it for so long, she smiled and nodded, following after him. "Of course, Jon."

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When they arrived in her solar, Jon let out a heavy sigh and sat at the chair across from her desk. She moves to sit next to him instead, her brow furrowed. "Jon, what exactly is wrong? What is going on?"

He was quiet for a moment before standing again, walking over to a smaller table in the corner and pouring what looked like red wine into a glass. "I just…need something to drink while I talk about this. Do you want any, Sansa?"

She shakes her head. "I'm alright…I've had a long journey. Would rather just rest."

"Ah, the Vale," he mutters as he walks over to her, taking a seat across again. He sips his wine while his eyes stay connected with her own, one that had her glued still to her spot. "How did the trip go? Did you work anything out with them?"

"We…did," Sansa says calmly. "They agreed to give us their crops for us to spread in the colder regions of the North, but Robin wants to meet the Valyrian's…which includes you and your wife. That was the only way I could get him to agree. He may rule the Vale but sometimes he does have a child's mind."

Jon sighs as he sits again, shaking his head. "Oh…then I suppose this deal isn't going to work out then."

Her brow furrows in confusion. "What…what do you mean?"

"I mean," Jon states, before looking back at her. "Daenerys…left. With the children."

Sansa stares at him in shock, blinking once, twice completely speechless. She didn't even know what to say? Did her plan actually work? Or was something else going on? "I…I'm so sorry, Jon. What happened?"

"We got into a fight about what's happened after Robb was born," Jon states, gulping down his wine. "About how I had been working hard to somehow regain my strength for this war coming and she had been taking care of him nonstop and that it hadn't been a fair share. She said that if I couldn't agree with her about what she wanted then she would leave with the children…I told her no, that we had to stay here and continue what we were doing. She left the next day. I don't know where she went…the guards all went out searching for them but they haven't returned. I believe she might be…I don't know…" He runs his hands through his hair. "I'm so angry at her for just leaving but I…I don't even know what to feel."

He looks up at her, lowering his goblet to the floor. "That's horrible," she states quietly, watching him with curious eyes. "She couldn't have gotten too far, could she? Maybe we can-"

Jon waves his hand, almost dismissively. "If they've been searching for this long without a single clue…I don't know what I'm going to do. I just…I need some sort of distraction. Something I can just…have my way with. Nothing's been going my way and I just need…something." He looks at her, his eyes staring her down. "Haven't you ever felt that way? Where the world is just hitting you constantly over and over again?"

"All the time," she whispers, not moving her gaze from his.

She had never noticed before, but his eyes seemed to be almost stormy like she could get lost in them for years. They drew her in closer, and because he didn't move his head from hers, she came to him. Whether this was a dream or not, everything ignited in her when that force that was pushing her closer caused her lips to land right on his.

Sansa had only been kissed by three men in her life. One had been a psychotic freak, the second had been technically her uncle, and the third was also from another mad man that she watched die. All three had made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. But Jon's lips felt like home, like something she had wanted for so long, something that drew her in and had her wanting more.

When he pulled away, her lips felt tingly, and she could feel a soft smile on her lips. "If you want…I can be a distraction," she mutters.

Jon looks her up and down with a wry smile. "I think I like the sound of that." As he goes to stand, he walks over to the table, seemingly picking up some sort of vile. Before she could ask what that was, however, she felt her whole entire body start to feel the same sensation her lips felt. Her breathing started to become shorter. Her brow furrowed in fear as she stared at Jon, who turned to her.

She struggled to stand but the moment her feet land on the floor she collapses onto the freezing ground. He, however, doesn't change his gaze. Only stares at her. As she gasps for breath, she watches as he swallows what was in the vile, holding onto the table for support. It was a moment before he lets out a low breath, clearing his throat.

"I see you're feeling the effects already," he mutters, throwing the vile onto the bed. "Don't worry…while this isn't enough to kill you. It's enough for us to do exactly what we want to you, dear cousin." Sansa stares at him in shock. He had poisoned her.

She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. He kicks her in her side and although it felt horrible, she couldn't scream in pain at all. Nothing. He roughly pulls at her arms and ties them behind her back, as she feels rope tighten against her wrists. Her world was beginning to turn black.

"You really thought you could get away with your plan so easily?" he growls into her ear. "Think again."

As her world started to crash down around her, Sansa felt herself fall under the spell of the poison, before her whole entire body fell limp.

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Jon

Gods, he had hated that.

Kissing Sansa had felt like kissing a bloody dog. Her lips were nothing compared to Dany's and were stiff and chapped. Most likely from the freezing cold temperatures up there. Even so, they still somehow stayed warm. How was it that Sansa's was just so disgustingly disturbing?

Most likely because of the horrors she had committed.

He heard a knock on the door that broke him from his thoughts as he stared down at her unconscious form. "Come in," was his gruff response, still stirring with the after effects of the poison. The door gently opens and he looks over to see the most beautiful face in the world, with Daenerys rushing over to him, concerned.

"Did everything go as planned? Are you alright?" she quickly asks him, her brow furrowed as her hands traced over his face to make sure that nothing was seizing or hurt. But he gently grabs her hands and lowers them with a quiet chuckle.

"I'm fine, my love." He glances down at the unconscious form of Sansa. "She, however, is not."

Daenerys glances at Sansa's body before shaking her head, looking back at Jon. "I don't care about her, I care about you." She gently grabs one of the napkins and wipes at his lips, nervousness in her eyes. "I was terrified she wouldn't drink the wine…you could have died."

"I was going to be alright," he reassures her softly. "Breathing just fine." Daenerys sighs as two more humans come into the room, both Eleana and Arya. He turns to them as he runs a shaky hand through his hair. "Everything go well on your end?"

Arya nods as she and Eleana walk to the two sides of Sansa. "The guards were quick to take down once you turned Sansa away. Eleana is a quick learner with the technique I taught her. They're knocked out but should be waking up soon." She nods toward the unconscious woman. "You have any idea how long this is supposed to keep her knocked out?"

"Not sure," Jon mutters. "Hopefully by the end of the day when the lords start to arrive. We need her awake for what we are going to do." He nods to the two of them. "Bring her back to a chamber, lock her up. Make sure she is still tied. Once she's in there, keep an eye on the guards with Gendry. We are going to get the children prepared for the nobles coming."

Arya nods and heaves up with Eleana, breathing deeply as they lifted Sansa into her arms. "Good gods, for a skinny woman she's quite heavy," Eleana grunts. Daenerys rests a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Thank you for doing this."

"Of course, my queen. As long as I get a nice long bath after this."

Daenerys chuckles as the two women take Sansa out. "Of course, you may." She watches until they vanish behind the doors, and once they were gone, she turns to Jon again, grabbing his hand. "What was it like?"

"Hmm?"

"I saw through the little holes the door has. Kissing her."

Jon scoffs and shakes his head, taking a sip of water he had brought in earlier. "Terrible. I knew from the moment she said no with the wine I'd have to do it, but I knew she wouldn't resist…thank the gods for Maester Luwin's old cabinets and her little sheet that she hid. I don't think I would have been able to convince her otherwise without some other form of…insertion."

Daenerys bites her lip as he gently rests his hands on her hips, kissing her forehead. "Thankfully it didn't come down to that…you know, what you just did was awfully sneaky."

He chuckles at her response. "And how so was it? Tell me, my dragon." His fingers gently tilt her chin up so that she was looking up at him, and he could see the hint of pride in her eyes. "You don't seem disappointed by it."

"Oh, I'm not," she chuckles softly. "You used her own weakness against her – yourself. And then took a poison she was probably going to use on you if you resisted. You played her at her own game. It's a move a king would do. But…I will say that I wish I got to really see the look on her face." Daenerys shakes her head, moving so that she sat on the desk now, looking at him with love. "Just so I could see the switch in her eyes when she realized that the man she was obsessed with had completely changed to the man I love today…you've proven yourself well."

He hmms in response and presses a gentle kiss to her lips, this time free of poison – and much more satisfying than the excuse of a peck he had before. "I'm glad you see that, but if you keep talking to me that way, we're never going to be ready for the lords," he warns her.

She bites her lip and pulls at his tunic. "What if I want it to be that way?"

"Dany."

"What?" she whispers, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against the crook of his ear, before placing another along his jawline. "Think about it…a nice good fucking on your dear cousin's desk…I think that's the perfect gift to give her, don't you, my king?"

That innocent tone in her voice was going to be the death of him.

While his cock had other ideas in mind and that would be a great way to solidify this, he knew it couldn't be done. So, he gently leans down and presses a soft but firm kiss to her lips. When he pulls away, he brushes away her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. "Gods, what am I going to do with you?" he murmurs, chuckling. "You know we can't. The children need to be prepared for what's to happen and I have no idea when the lords will arrive today…we have to make sure everything is prepared."

He could see the disappointment in her eyes but she sighs, nodding. "Fine. But you have to do it to me later." She leans up and kisses his cheek before jumping off the desk onto her feet, glancing outside. Her brow furrows before she turns to him. "I actually think one of the lords are always arriving. I'm quite positive that's the banner for House Glover."

Jon comes over to the window and looks down. Sure as day, it was, along with some men as well as a horse, with the lord himself on it, Robett coming in with almost a look of perplexion on his face. Jon lets out a deep sigh and nods his head before turning to look at his wide. "Are you ready?"

She nods, grabbing the documents from Sansa's desk and rolling them up. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Jon takes her hand in his and they leave the solar behind, heading to their chambers for what was most likely going to be one of the most important meetings of their lives.

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Hours passed. The lords started to arrive much quicker than expected. The Mandarly's were next, followed by House Reed, House Cerwyn, and many others, all filing into the walls of Winterfell for this supposed 'gathering.' Daenerys had written the letter out due to her feminine handwriting, posing as Sansa, while Arya was able to gather all of their guards and men to see what they were about to reveal as well.

Daenerys and Jon had sat outside the doors once all the lords were in there as well as the guards. When he could hear the guards speaking to the lords about how they were captured and put into this room, that's when things started to get fiery. Many began to yell, wondering what was going on. Northern men and women were often quick to anger when they feel their trust was taken.

Was this a sly deal that Jon had made? Yes. But he knew the North, and he knew there would have been no other way to get them all in a room to listen to two Targaryen's without some form of trickery involved.

The children were waiting near the edge of the room. Nesara was playing with Mae while Dan and Daemon were whispering to Zaevar. It seemed that Dan was trying to update her adoptive brother about the customs of the North so that he wouldn't feel too lost. Jon had come over to them at one point, looking down at them seriously.

"When your mother and I go in there, you need to stay as far behind us as possible," he orders them gently. "These lords aren't going to be expecting us. There will be shock or outrage or possibly both. But when that starts to calm down, come through the back. Make sure you are hidden. We will call you forward when we feel that it is needed. Is that understood?"

The children nod, all with a collective 'understood' or a 'yes' in response. Nesara was the last one to do so, smiling up at him with her small head, nodding just as much as her older siblings. Jon stands, thankful that they understood what was going on, before turning to both Arya and Gendry.

"Go and fetch Sansa. She must be awake by now."

The two of them nod and head towards the cells of Winterfell. Once they were gone, Jon turns to Daenerys, seeing her looking at the ground, a seemingly look of strain on her face. He reaches over and grabs her hand. She looks up at his touch.

"Are you alright?" he asks her.

She responds with a soft smile. "Yes…just that last time we tried to get the Northern lords in our favor, it didn't quite work out so well," she mutters. Jon shakes his head and holds his wife's hand tightly, making sure that his grip was strong and that there was nothing straying him from her touch.

"That's never going to happen again, you hear me? If they don't want you, fuck them. We're not going to waste our time with the opinions of these people. But we can at least try. Everything is always worth a shot."

"I know," she whispers, looking up at him. She lightly leans up and kisses him, a soft, tender peck that spoke volumes of words, almost as if she was trying to say a million things at once. "I love," she murmurs when she pulls back. He strokes her cheek and smiles.

"I love you too," he responds back, before letting his hand drop. "Let's do this."

She nods her head and turns back towards the door. The Lords were still baffled about what was happening, some explaining a demand or a question for their thoughts as to why they were here. Jon exhales a deep breath before gently placing his hand on the door, and within seconds, it swings open hard, the front of the door hitting the wall.

The sound had caused every lord, lady, and guard to turn their heads. Without a single look to anyone, Jon walked forward with Daenerys at his side. He could see from his side-view the looks that appeared on people's faces. Some of horror, some of confusion, others of fear when they looked at Daenerys, many just seemed plain shocked at the outcome of what was happening.

Whispers and murmurs started to take hold until that started to turn to questioning, all the way up until they reached the table at the front. Jon helps his wife sit down, while he stands, turning to see the lords all staring at him with mixed emotions. But there was a single one that seemed to filter throughout every single face – pure uncertainty.

"What the hell is going on here?" Wyman Manderly asks, rising from where he sat with his chariot of men. "Where is Queen Sansa? Why are you here? And why is the…the dragon queen here? I thought she was dead!"

Jon almost feels himself laugh. "Don't give me that shit." His response seemed to shock the lords. Most of them were surprised to see Jon curse so easily. "You as well as I know that she has been alive for years." He glances towards the back and sees the children slip in without a single eye drawn to them. Good. "But to those that don't know, Daenerys Targaryen was risen from the dead years ago, under a red priestess named Kinvara. To you, you've been living out your lives, starving in the cold, thinking the North can be an independent kingdom when in reality, your lives are full of lies, deception, and evil women who think that they can rule the world. While we…have been building an empire."

"I'm confused," Cley Cerwyn states, his brow furrowed. "Why are you here in Westeros if you say you are building an empire? I thought you and she never wanted to return here after what's happened."

"We didn't. She surely didn't. Especially not after how you miserable fucks treated her." The room fell silent. The whispers and murmurs stopped. "But, we care about the greater good. We have a heart for the innocent people that are going to die soon if we do not expose you to what you have all been lied to about. Your former king – Bran – is an evil man. And his older sister, your queen, is not too far behind."

That seemed to spark the murmurs back up again. This time, Robett was the one to stand. Jon remembered how he was one of the men to proclaim him the King in the North, one of the houses that did not fight with them in the Battle of the Bastards. He had aged dramatically. His hair was white and his face was developed with wrinkles that were most likely from furrowing his brow for ages on end.

"Forgive me for asking, but you are on the other end of the world," Robett states, crossing his arms against his chest. "As far as I remember, even if she was brought back, she was off in Essos, and you were here in the North. What the fuck happened? Why are you here truly? How do you know Bran is this evil man? As well as our queen?"

Jon turns to Daenerys, who nods at him to speak. They had talked about who would tell their story. Honestly, he didn't think any of these fucks deserved to know, but she had gotten through to him and said that if they understood what had happened to them, they would hopefully be a little more willing to compromise.

"I know what many of you are thinking," Jon begins quietly. "That she burned down a city, killed innocents of lives…how could I be with her? How could she come back here? But I am here to tell you that the woman that was on the back of that dragon that day…was not the woman that I love." He looks over at Daenerys, seeing a soft smile on her cheeks at his words. "Daenerys Targaryen is the woman who was meant to lead this realm. She's ruthless in her enemies because she wanted to protect the innocents. She's sweet to the people who need her because she wants to make lives better for them. You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind as she is. When I found her again, I didn't know the truth of what happened that day…but I do now. We have been together again for years, have rebuilt Valyria – as I'm sure most of you in your freezing cold castles have heard – and are making a world that will be better for our children, for years to come."

He glances at the ground and feels himself sigh, trying to come up with the best way to say this without getting angry. But he knew at this point it was pointless. Just thinking of Bran had his blood boiling.

"But that fucking king ruined that peace," Jon snaps, looking at the lords. "He conspired with the Free Cities that weren't too fond of change to try and kill us. To begin a war. Not only that, but he went into the mind of my youngest daughter, nearly killing her. He's gone into the mind of my eldest daughter, nearly killing her as well. All of this made us come here because no one is safe as long as he is alive. And neither are you because your queen continues to conspire behind your backs to kill us when we have done nothing to deserve it."

He walks closer to them, gesturing outside.

"You think we wanted to come back to this shit place?" Jon asks, almost laughing. "Valyria is a paradise compared to here. It's beautiful and colorful and warm and full of people of all kinds, where no one is left behind or treated like dirt because of their past. But we had no choice. Bran has started a war with our beloved city. And we know that if he's given the chance, he will come here, take all of you with him, and try to take us down. We already know the lands that had sworn fealty to him, but you are not."

"But we aren't even a part of the Seven Kingdoms anymore," someone's voice pips up. "How can he take us?"

Jon feels himself smirk at the man's words, turning to him. "Your queen is the sister of the king. And they have done many things you are unaware of."

At that moment, the door opens and a body is thrown in, gagged. The lords all stepped back as Arya and Gendry lifted up Sansa's bound body, who was trying to escape but was looking around in shock and fear. The lords didn't even know what to say as Arya tied Sansa to a chair, making sure that there was no chance of escape. When she finally removes the woman's gag, she instantly turns to Jon.

"What is this?! This is unacceptable!" she screeches.

At her words, Jon instantly pulls a dagger from his side and aims it at her neck. He sees her swallow as her eyes stare at the sharp blade.

"Say one more word and I'll cut that pretty little neck of yours," he warns lowly.

She doesn't respond, breathing heavily. He lowers the blade. The lords were stunned.

He places the blade back in its holster before turning back to the crowd. "Lords and ladies of the North, some of you have asked what this woman and her brother have done to us, or to others, that has been so astronomical that we have decided to come here and take vengeance by ending their lives. I'll give you the first example. And this woman will confirm every single last detail. If not – Arya?" The girl comes to Sansa's side and aims her own blade at the woman's neck, her eyes wide. "We'll make this a little harder."

He pulls out the first piece of parchment, the one that started it all. The plan to poison Daenerys.

"You all may think that my wife – yes, my wife, to all you stunned fuckers out there – is a horrible person. You may think that she deserves to burn herself for the horrors she committed that day in King's Landing. But I am here to tell you first that it was not her. And it never would be." He hands the parchment to Wyman, who stares at it almost angrily. But as his eyes read over the words, his expression starts to change to one of discomfort.

He passes it to the next, and to the next. Jon watched for a moment before he lets out a quiet sigh, speaking once more.

"Sansa and Bran saw Daenerys as a threat. Bran, and all his 'three-eyed-raven' horse shit, saw a dragon flying over a town in one of his visions. He told Tyrion Lannister that he had seen Daenerys burning innocents down, when in fact that was not the case. He only said that because he knew Tyrion was on the edge about his support to the queen. Because my secret had been let out to him. Even so, he believed him, and the two of them decided that one burning would be enough. So, they enlisted Varys – whom I'm sure many of you don't know but he was probably the worst of the bunch – and decided to give my wife poison. Basilisk venom. A type of liquid that can change the demeanor of a person like that."

He snaps his fingers for effect, causing multiple heads to turn up.

"Daenerys barely remembers that day. She recalls getting on her dragon, and what I did to her in the throne room. That is it. Everything else was blurry. And that is because she was controlled completely by that venom, as it consumed her, changed her mind, made her blind to her own actions, to her own head. You're probably wondering how the dragon could still burn people down. That was Bran. You have seen him and heard of his warging abilities. Some of you may not believe it, but he decided to enter into Drogon. He controlled that magnificent beast so it could burn down thousands of innocent lives, and have her as the scapegoat – the woman who would be deemed as the 'Mad Queen.' I…in all my stupidity at the time…believed that she was indeed gone, the woman I had loved, so I ended it so she wouldn't suffer anymore, and the world wouldn't either. Little did I know it was all a little manipulative game that they played so Daenerys would be gone, I would take the blame for her death, and Sansa and Bran could both get what they wanted."

The letter gets passed this time to another lord, who gently places it down on the table. "But…but if they did that then everything-"

"Was a lie? Yes, it was." Jon turns to look at Sansa, who was staring at Arya's knife in fear. "This woman has lied to you about Daenerys, about everything that she is. You may think of her as mad, but she is not. Nowhere near. Anything we do is to protect our family and our people – just as you would. She never would have done that."

The lords were silent, all of them looking between each other. Robett turns to look at Sansa. "Is this true?"

Jon nods to Arya, who presses the knife a little bit more into her sister's skin, causing the tiniest bit of blood to appear. "Yes," she breathes, her eyes screwed shut. "Yes, it's all true, please don't kill me…"

The king nods at his sister, how lets up on the pressure, and then turns to Daenerys. She stands this time. Many of the eyes of the lords followed her. Jon instantly felt anger at their wandering gazes to his wife's beauty, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it right now. They needed to remain as political as possible.

"To continue with his story, I truly never would have done that," she says quietly. "I know that the North and I never agreed on many things…but I only ever wanted what was good for you. You've seen what happens when the North remains independent. Your animals are dying, nothing is growing – you need outside help. But you refused to admit that for so long…and now you are regretting it. I could have helped you. We all could have." She glances at the ground as she grabs another piece of parchment paper. "But…if you believe that I deserved what happened to me and that Sansa wasn't in the wrong, believe what was inside of me at the time."

She snaps her fingers, and instantly Dan and Daemon walk forward. There were some gasps in the crowd, others staring in shock. The two siblings stand in front of their mother, almost a little uncomfortably. They weren't used to this much attention so focused on them, but they would put up with it for the sake of their mother.

"These are my children. Our first-borns. Daenesa and Daemon. Both of them were within me when Bran and Sansa came up with their plan. They were willing to not only kill the Mother of Dragons but the children she held within her, innocent lives that deserved to live. I'm sure you're thinking that they didn't know, but Bran did. We found this in Sansa's chambers the other day." She hands another piece of parchment to one of the lords, who looks at it in shock. "He knew very well that I was with child – two, specifically – but he said that we needed to go with the plan because 'more Targaryen's are a dangerous thing.' These were innocent lives. Children that didn't need to be killed…but he willingly did it, just like he was okay with the burning of thousands of lives."

"Well…they live now," Cley responds quietly, standing up. "And it's not like you've been completely innocent either! We heard what you did in Meereen! And Bran…nor our queen haven't done anything like that now – it's been years since King's Landing!"

"What we did in Meereen was to stop the slavers from increasing slavery across the Slave Cities," Daenerys states, her voice short. "We also didn't kill any innocents in that battle and made sure they were free from harm. Only the soldiers that fought with the slavers were killed – just like any battle. Yes…I have reasons for shame, but these fights and what I have done do not ruin my name or the good things my husband and I have developed to save these people. And you are wrong…they did plan something again like this."

This time, she hands them the parchment talking about Sansa's whole plan to get Jon into her hands, to further claim her title. This one, however, seemed to sit worse with the lords, as they stared at her wording in disgust.

"Bran knew I was pregnant this time – my third child by blood. And Sansa exposed us to him and said that we were coming to Winterfell. She wanted Jon all to herself so she could somehow regain her power and her reign over all of you, and that her title could be solidified because you trusted Jon. He killed the Mad Queen, so why not, right? He was good…so Bran said he would cause me to lose my child within me, and hopefully, the pain would kill me as well…and Sansa agreed to this. She agreed to all of it. Thankfully…my new son is perfectly healthy, and I had some of the best healers with me to make sure I had a full recovery."

She rests a hand gently on Daemon's shoulder, and the boy smiles at his mother's subtle praise.

"Even so," she continues after a moment. "She believed that because I was healing, Jon would grow famished for love or whatever she stated and would come to her when he couldn't get anything from me, like some common husband. Well, first of all, Jon isn't any old regular husband – he wouldn't just leave me for his cousin. And secondly, I healed perfectly fine, meaning everything was intact…so he would have nothing to leave. But she believed that because of the horrors I went through, it would drive Jon into her arms, she could grow with his child, and he would be forced to stay because he doesn't want to raise another bastard, and leave our family we have built behind."

Daenerys turns her gaze to Sansa, who had been quiet for most of the interrogation. She comes forward and nods at Arya to continue pressing against her neck. The queen whimpers in response, muttering out pleas.

"Is this true, Sansa? You wanted my nephew all to yourself?"

"Yes," she whispers, her voice broken. "Yes, I did. I wanted him."

"And why did you want him, Sansa?" She doesn't respond. Arya presses down more, severing skin at this point. Sansa yelps in pain. "Answer me."

"I wanted him to be the king," she gasps out in one breath. "I wanted him away from you. I didn't want you here. Please, stop."

Daenerys exhales and nods to Arya, who lets up on the pressure once more. Tears start to fall down Sansa's cheeks.

Daenerys turns to the men again. "What kind of queen do you have if she's willing to kill innocent babies? If she's okay with the death of children and women just so that she could have someone in her arms, and not even for the right reasons? For political gain. What a pity."

No one speaks for a moment, looking at each other. They all seemed shocked that Sansa would do such a thing. Wyman steps forward after a moment, his brow furrowed. "You…you said that Bran hurt your children too?"

Daenerys turns to Dan, who quietly steps forward. It was her time to speak. "Yes, he did. A long time ago." She glances at the ground. "Sam Tarly betrayed the king's trust and sent the plan Sansa and Bran had made to Meereen. I found out about what happened to my mother truly there. Bran could sense that I did at the time and got into my head with his powers. He caused me to seize and bleed from the nose. I fell ill a short time later…if it wasn't for the healers I had, I would be dead. He didn't want them to find out the truth, but we did somehow. Kinvara, our red priestess, placed protection over me…but it still didn't stop him from targeting others."

She gently nods to the other three children. Nesara stays quietly behind Mae as she comes forward with Zaevar, all of them glancing away as the lords turned to look at them. Dan takes Nesara's little hand as Mae and Zaevar took a seat near the table.

"This is Nesy, my little sister. And Mae and Zaevar back there, my other two siblings. They aren't blood, but they are my family. And Bran saw that." Nesara stays close to her as Dan turns to the lords. "Bran found a way into her head as well and wanted to kill her, to break the Targaryen's. He caused her to seize and throw up blood, before shutting her body down. If not for our quick thinking, Nesara would be dead as well, this little girl who never did anything to anyone. All because Bran was afraid of the power we held." She helps Nesara sit on the rather tall seat, before looking back at the lords. "You may not know me or my brother or any of us. You may not even know my mother that well. But you know my father, and he would never support someone like this…Bran is an evil man, and Sansa has agreed to every single little thing that he's done…even with the torturing of Nesara."

Dan bites her lip and sits down a moment later after that. Jon hugs her side quietly from where he stood, letting her know in his own way that he was proud of her for speaking her story. Dan returned the hug quietly before Jon turns back to the lords.

"Now…you may wonder what exactly does this have to do with you? Yes, Bran has tortured our family, but what does that mean for you? What has Sansa and Bran done that would affect you as well? First off, that food that you received. It's not Sansa's. It's from us."

That seemed to get the crowd shocked. Sansa had been lying to the lords for a long time about the food because of the note Daenerys had given her, but she had never known it was from them. And judging by the look of shock and horror on the redhead's face, she was stunned at this revelation.

"Arya – my wonderful little sister holding the knife to Sansa's neck – still held some sort of love for your people here. She always loved the North with a passion. I could never understand why, but she wanted to help you. So, she and Daenerys agreed on a way to send food your way, so that you would be supplemented, and Sansa would be safe. However, she told you that the food came from her 'political dealing's' when in reality it was just a miracle that she received anything. Her words were a lie to you. She never got any food from talking with people. All she got were handouts from us, a nation prospering."

Jon shrugs and hands over the parchment, before grabbing another piece that he knew would interest these men.

"Alright, so there's that, but some of you, the small percentage may think, 'well, rulers do plenty of things for their people. They lie and scheme so they can be fed and taken care of.' I can agree with that. They do. But while this was for the wrong reasons – so you wouldn't have her executed – she has done plenty more to lose your trust. Including this."

He hands the parchment to Wyman, the eldest of anyone here, who had been quiet since the second piece of evidence. He stares at the letter and instantly, his eyes grow large and rage fills his face. Jon quietly feels himself smirk. This was what he knew would be the nail in the coffin.

It was a statement from Bran had he found not too long ago, a request for Sansa to send her troops down South to a kingdom they were not a part of any more to fight against the Targaryen's. And without any consolidation to the lords of the North and what they wanted, she had signed it.

"What is this?!" Wyman asks angrily, staring at the tied-up queen. "We are an independent nation – we didn't sign up for war!"

"Your queen didn't seem to care about that," Jon states quietly. "I told you all that Bran is fighting us in a war. We are fighting back because we believe that he needs to die and pay for the trouble and pain he has caused Westeros. It's not only you that is falling apart. The kingdoms below us are as well. Everyone is. He needs to be taken out. But, because Bran and Sansa always had a special relationship, she agreed to give him men despite you being independent, because she didn't want to lose that relationship."

He paces quietly, slowly, almost like a hunter looking for its prey.

"I don't know about all of you, but anytime we have gone to war about anything, we have consulted our highest leaders and advisors – the ones we trust the most – to see what they want. It seems your queen does not care, and went behind your backs, swearing fealty to a king that truly doesn't care about you and only cares if you die instead of him."

With each lord that received the letter, they had the same look of anger and contempt on their faces. Daenerys moves to stand next to Jon a moment later and quietly reaches behind the table to take his hand discreetly, squeezing it. This might be the hook, line, and sinker that they needed.

"Sansa, is this correct?" Daenerys asks calmly as she turns to look at the woman. "That you sold your men into a war that they didn't want?"

She doesn't respond for a moment but swallows when she sees the knife come closer. "Yes…it's true. I wanted to keep Bran on my good side."

Instantly, the lords started to protest and yell, some even spurring on curses at the queen. Sansa's head drops and she turns to the floor, clearly ashamed. Good.

Jon looks back at the lords and steps forward, before whistling at his fingers, a loud one that gets all of their attention. "I'm sure you're all angry at her. You've found out why she truly is a horrible person. Why Bran is horrible. This was all so easily hidden from your eyes…now you know the truth. Do you have any questions? Anything?"

There was nothing that arose for a moment before Cley speaks again. "Why is Lady Arya helping you? I thought she was a Stark."

Jon looks to Arya, who steps forward quietly. "I was a Stark for a long time. I believed my sister was the smartest woman in the world. I trusted what they said. I even followed on Bran's orders to try and kill Daenerys years ago. But then I found out what they did, and the horrors that would follow. And I knew I could never support someone who freely was okay with the killing of innocent children. Jon and Daenerys not only treated me as an equal among them, as one of their highest protectors but as family. As a sister. I've sworn myself to House Targaryen because I not only believe that they are good people, but that I know they are good. I've met horrible men and women in my time – and they are nowhere near that. My sister has now been added to that list."

The woman's eyes widen slightly at the name of Arya's list. While Jon knew Arya would never purposefully kill her sister like she had done with plenty of others, it was more to just scare her into submission. They didn't need Sansa trying to change the tables on her.

Arya steps back a moment later, and Jon turns to the crowd once more. "Any other questions?"

"Your children…has he done anything else to them?" Robett asks.

"I was stabbed before he tried to kill me," Dan states quietly from where she sat. "He sent assassins and guards off to kill my mother but decided my brother and I were enough. One of his men stabbed me. Nesara is the only one who's been purposefully hurt by Bran, but we've all been through horrible things. We only want what's best for other children so they don't have to go through what we went through."

The lords were quiet. Jon looks between them before beginning to speak again.

"Your nation will not survive." This gets their attention. "With Sansa as your queen, the North is destined to fall. You may want to be independent, and that may happen in time, but that can't happen now. You need the Seven Kingdoms to help you prosper. Too many innocent lives are dying. But there is no way you can live under Bran. Someone needs to take over. Someone better."

"What, are you proposing you and your queen take the reins?" one of the lords sneer,

Jon's eyes turn slowly to the man, and he fights the urge to glare. Instead, he speaks calmly. "No. In fact, none of you deserve us." He gestures to Daenerys. "My stunning wife is one of the kindest women you will ever meet. She came here to save all of your sorry asses, and what did she get? Your fucking awful reception." At this point, he was yelling, his anger coming off of him in rolls. "We would all be dead if it wasn't for her and you sit there, sneering at me? You would be eaten by those monsters beyond the wall if not for us! You sit there, ungrateful, staring at a woman that you don't even know! That you never even gave a chance! And yet, here you are, suffering, while our nation is thriving, more than yours or Westeros has ever had! So no, I think that after the way you treated both her as well as myself like shit, you don't deserve us ruling over you. And I don't think I would want to rule over you pricks again. You never took me seriously and then defected to Sansa fucking Stark when I decided we needed allies and Daenerys was the quickest way to that. You all disgust me. You should be ashamed to call yourselves lords," he snarls.

Everyone was silent, staring at him in disturbance, some in surprise, others who just seemed stuck in a stupor at his words.

"But." He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "I still care about the innocent ones, the ones who didn't treat Daenerys like shit. Or me. Or any of us. I care about the innkeepers, the ones who had taken us in when they knew who we were. I care about the children who play in the streets, unaware that Bran would willingly kill them to get to us. I care about the mothers and fathers, the wives and husbands who will be torn down by this war if no one does anything about it. And that's why we are here. To not only protect our innocent people but yours as well. And we want you to fight on our side. The side of the living, because honestly, Bran is dead to me. He is nothing but a shell of a human with an evil that his taken his place. If the kingdom is united, we can defeat him easily. But if your stubbornness and pride overcome you, then you will be the death of us all."

Jon takes a step back and looks to Sansa, seeing her crying. He didn't feel a thing.

"Your queen will be locked up in the cells. I trust that you don't want her here?" There was no response. Not a single lord spoke up. "The Targaryen's will be occupying Winterfell until you give us our answer on whether you will fight with us, or die in his world. Whatever your choice is, we will not hurt you. But think long and hard about what you want. And what you have learned. Guards." They look at him, still just as stunned at what had happened. "I'm sure none of you knew this either." To that, there was a collective shaking of heads. "Take Sansa to a cell. Lock her up. The rest of you are dismissed. You are being given guest rights. Relax. And give us your answer as soon as you can."

"Are we your prisoners?" one of the lords asks fearfully.

Jon felt a collective memory come back to him the first time he arrived on Dragonstone. It almost made him chuckle, but he held that in as he looked at the worried lord with a much calmer expression. "No. You are not our prisoners. But before you leave, you must give us your answer. That is our only exception. You are not going to be harmed. That you have my word on." He turns back around and then snaps his fingers again. "Dismissed."

Almost instantly, many of the lords start to shuffle out. He sees a few linger, muttering to each other. Some sneered at Sansa as she was taken out of the room without a single word. Most lords left within seconds, but Wyman stayed behind. He looks at Jon with a furrowed brow.

"You are surely not the man I am used to," Wyman responds.

"It's been years, Lord Manderly," Jon responds. "Many people change when certain truths are revealed to them."

The man hmms in response and glances at the ground. "I'll give you our answer tomorrow. Goodnight, Lord…Targaryen."

He could see the man stretch out his words to try and get the name out, but Jon was at least glad he made the attempt. "You as well."

The elder man leaves after a moment, closing the door behind him, leaving the Targaryen's as well as their allies in the room alone. Gendry lets out a breath from where he stood, where he had been quiet for so long. "Good gods, the tension from the lords could be cut with a knife – pun indeed intended," he adds on at Arya's glare.

Jon chuckles a bit and turns to Arya. "You did well, sister."

She shrugs. "It wasn't that hard…I just thought of the endless road of betrayal and went from there."

Jon feels himself cringe slightly at her words, but it wasn't like she was wrong. Sansa had betrayed all of them. It only hurt more because she was truly Arya's sister.

"I know." He hugs his sister tightly and lets out a soft sigh. "How about you and Gendry go and fetch some dinner with the children? Daenerys and I will go and speak with Sansa downstairs one on one. I'm sure she was very…shocked about everything that was going on."

"I think that's a great idea," Gendry says quietly, coming over to Arya's side. He wraps an arm gently around her and Arya sighs, nodding.

"We can do that."

"Wait, but I want to interrogate Sansa too," Dan mumbles.

Jon sees Daenerys shake her head at the girl's words, and he feels himself nearly snicker. "We aren't going to do that – just a conversation. Besides, you need to rest. You all did well today. Mae, Zaevar, Daemon – I'm sure with time you'll be able to speak your stories as well."

Mae smiles at his words. "It's alright. They needed to tell theirs today. It helped with convincing them…somehow."

"Either way, I'm hungry," Zaevar states, grabbing Nesara's little hand. "I think we need some lemon cakes."

The girl's eyes widen and she nods excitedly. The three siblings stand and turn to Dan and Daemon, who walk towards them. "You think the lords will believe us when we show them our powers at some point?" Daemon asks quietly.

Daenerys sighs. "That's something to think about for another day. Go and eat for now. We will talk later."

The children nod, sensing that it truly was time to go and leave with Arya and Gendry, both of which close the door behind them. Once it was just Daenerys and Jon, she turns to Jon and hugs him tightly, tighter than she ever had before. He practically lifts her up off the ground, keeping her close to him, her head nestled in his neck.

When he pulls away a moment later, she presses a kiss to him, one that was filled with passion, to which he happily returned. She smiles into his lips as she pulls away, letting out a soft sigh of relief as her hands cupped his face. "I am so proud of you. You didn't let them sway you for a second."

"Of course I wouldn't. You are my family, not these Northern lords," he murmurs, lowering her gently. "You did amazing as well, Dany. You told the story great. I should be proud of you."

"We're proud of each other," she whispers to him, and he nods, agreeing easily to his words. She leans up, kissing him again, this one a bit quicker. When she pulls back, she glances at the door before taking his hand in hers. "I suppose we should go and greet our prisoner now…it feels so strange to say that. Everything is happening so quickly."

"And that's what we want," he urges to her gently before nodding. "I believe we should see her."

"Wait." Daenerys bites her lip. "I want to go to Eleana first. Get Robb. Bring him with us…I don't know, I just need him by my side. Motherly feeling, I suppose."

"Of course."

---

Jon had never been in the cells of Winterfell, mainly because there was never a reason to before. No one had ever questioned the rule of Winterfell until the Boltons came, and even he didn't change Ramsey up. That had been someone else, one of the men that had fought for him. But now, here he was, trying to get out of the cold from below to step in with Daenerys, who's son was resting at her hip.

Robb seemed to have slept through the whole meeting as Eleana had put it, and as soon as she had handed the boy off to Daenerys she had requested 'the longest nap of her life.' To which both of them were completely okay with. She did an excellent job of taking care of their child when reality called on him and Daenerys. He hoped that she would be around for a while for as long as she could. He hated that he couldn't fully devote his time to his children, but it was what was needed right now.

As he walked forward, he could see the light from the fire start to reflect on the snow against the ground, and lying on the dirt was Sansa, her head against the bars, untied and unchained now, quiet. It was funny, how she had watched her abuser, Ramsey, get torn to pieces in this very cell. And now, here she sat.

Jon was a merciful man most of the time. For Sansa, he wouldn't let her get eaten by dogs. Even that seemed to be too painful for him – which was ironic considering what he had done in the past. As much as he hated to admit it, a part of him still cared for Sansa, at least in the way she was treated. But he knew that he could never let that take hold of him again. He could never trust her again.

As he stepped forward, the girl numbly lifts up her head and instantly backs away the moment she sees the two of them. They do not advance. Jon could swear he almost saw Daenerys look at her in pity.

"I'm sure you're wondering how you got here and how what happened in the great hall happened," he starts.

Sansa scoffs quietly, her throat clearly sore. "I can tell pretty much…you found my letters. You found out what I wanted to do. It's simple. I'm not an idiot. I can put pieces together." He could see the reflection of the dried blood on her neck from where Arya had sliced into her skin.

"See, you say you aren't an idiot," Jon mutters, leaning forward. "And yet, you did this. You thought you could drag me away from my wife, from my family, and somehow convince me to stay here…a place where I was tormented for years, treated like shit as a king, and then abandoned because I was too depressed from the rest of the world. Tell me, Sansa, did anything about your plan seem smart to you?"

The girl was silent and her head hung low, looking at the ground. Jon could swear he noticed little tiny water marks appear on her torn-up dress. "At the time…it did." She looks up at him. "Yes…I wanted you, Jon. And I did want to get rid of Daenerys. I didn't want her here. I didn't care about your children but I didn't want her…but coming back, even then…I rethought everything, and I…know that she's stronger than any woman I've ever met. And I know that I was wrong and I…I…" She shakes her head. Her voice was coming out in choked breaths now. "I just wanted a family again, Jon. I wanted the Starks home. I don't even care about any titles anymore. At first, it was for that but I just wanted you…home."

Jon kneels down to the ground, trying to get her to look up. "Sansa, you ruined that years ago." That causes her to glance at him, and the tear streaks lit up against the fire crackling on along the walls. "Daenerys and I knew of your betrayal for years…we've always planned of coming back and taking our vengeance. You're not going to have me as family ever again. And judging by the way you reacted to the kiss, you wanted more than just family."

She doesn't respond. Jon stands and sighs.

"I didn't think you wanted me that way. I never did. I thought you did just want your older brother back because of that reason. But Daenerys helped me see the light. Seven hells, even my children helped me see it. I can never give you what you want because you never gave me what I wanted – respect."

"I gave you plenty!" she whispers fiercely.

"Oh really? When you would constantly undermine me for my decisions back when I was king?" he snarls at her, suddenly angered by her comment. "Or when you would outright deny my actions in front of the lords? Or when I brought Daenerys into our home and you treated her with as much respect as a house whore? If anything, you have given me nothing but disrespect."

He shakes his head as she shakes, slowly standing to let her hands rest on the bars.

"I must say, you play a good game." He looks over at her. "For years, I thought that it was me who was the problem. And while I do agree both Daenerys and I had to change, it was you who was the catalyst of it all. You and Bran. And now, I find out that you conspired with him to kill my wife during childbirth so you could take my place as my own wife…that's just despicable. All because you missed having family. Let me tell you, dear cousin, there are plenty of other ways to reconnect with family instead of plotting to have their loved ones killed. Try not to use revenge. Or maybe sending a kind letter."

Okay, maybe the sarcasm had leaked out of him a little too easily on that one, and he could tell by the look in her eyes that it had hurt her, but he honestly couldn't care less. "I did send you letters," she mumbles.

"Yes, only after you betrayed me."

"I wanted you here."

"Well, it didn't work out that way, did it?" He looks over at Daenerys, who had been quiet, only speaking gently to Robb to calm his nerves whenever the snow would blow into the cells. "Dany, do you have anything to say to her?"

Daenerys looks at him and then nods, before gently placing Robb in his arms. She moves forward and looks at Sansa in the eyes.

"I feel pity for you," she says quietly, causing Sansa to stare at her in surprise. "Don't underestimate me – I hate you for what you did to him as well as me. I always will. Even if I said sorry for whatever I did to you in the past, I never meant it. But I do pity that you can never have Jon. I mean, look at him." She waves back to him, almost a soft smile on her lips. "He is everything a woman would want. He's strong. He's powerful. He's romantic. He's amazing under the furs…a shame you'll never get to experience that. But you want to know what the worst thing is?" She walks to the bars. While Sansa did tower over the dragon queen, the power that resonated in Daenerys' eyes was enough to make any man or woman feel small. "You're never going to experience what a true king Jon is. You never trusted his decisions. You probably wouldn't have even if you didn't plan to kill me…I always personally believed that you were always just bitter because the lords of the North would have rather chosen a bastard over the trueborn daughter of Ned Stark, which only goes to show how truly awful you are."

Jon could see tears appear in the girl's eyes, but she doesn't respond. Robb babbles from Daenerys' arms as she steps back, holding her son close to her.

"You'll never get to experience this, either…holding a child within your arms, seeing the perfect combination of you and the person you love…we could have done amazing things together, Sansa. Two powerful women who wanted better things for the world. But you went and changed everything. I hope for your sake it was worth it."

She glances away as Jon comes forward. Sansa bites her lip and looks to the ground, before opening her mouth once more. "So what are you going to do to me now? Chop me up into tiny pieces and feed me to your dragons?"

"We don't know yet," Jon responds quietly. "It's something we'll come to when the time is right…for now you'll remain in here while we come to terms with what is to happen." Sansa nods, stepping away, not speaking again. "Sansa. Know that you only brought this on yourself. There's nothing you could have done to change it. Your choices lead you down this path."

The redhead doesn't respond, just sinks back down to the ground. Jon sighs and turns to Daenerys, who had been watching the girl quietly.

"We should head back inside. Robb is going to get cold soon."

Daenerys agrees with a short nod and takes his hand, leaving the locked up girl behind. She looks up at him as she does, and once they were free of the eyes of the dungeon he smirks down at her, almost discreetly to the wandering eye.

"You enjoyed saying all of that to her, didn't you?" Jon murmurs.

"Oh, you bet your ass I did."

He feels himself snort at her words, shaking her head. "Come on, let's go get some dinner. I think we deserve it after today."

Daenerys nods gently, holding his hand tighter in her arms. Sansa was locked away, the lords knew what they did…now all they had to do was move along with the plan. And hopefully, nothing else would come their way. For now, a nice piece of chicken sounded delicious to eat.

---

Time passed quickly once dinner came around. Many of the guards would ask both Jon and Daenerys some of the specifics from what Sansa had done and they would explain it calmly. The children were all pleased with the outcome with many of them going to bed early. The lords and ladies hadn't disturbed them once, as Jon had hoped.

He knew that it would take time for them to come to a collected decision, so at least he could have some spare time with his family.

Eleana – after taking one of the best naps of her life – took Robb away so that he could go to sleep while Daenerys and Jon rested in the dining hall, with a roaring fire coming from the fireplace. Arya and Gendry were next to them, sharing wine from a goblet they had been given.

"I wanted to ask," Arya states quietly as she handed a glass over to Daenerys. "What you did, Jon….is it going to have adverse effects on Sansa? Like…hurt her?"

"No. I read everything I needed to in the instructions that were on the list. It's only enough that I had within the cup to transfer it to her so that she could pass out. Simple as that." He takes a sip from his goblet and shudders. "I still shake thinking about that kiss. Good gods."

Daenerys chuckles a little. "It's something you won't forget, that's for sure."

"I wish I could," Jon mutters before looking over at Gendry. "Any kisses from your past you'd like to regret Gendry?"

The man's cheeks turn a light pink before he shrugs. "I, uh – don't really have a lot of-" Arya playfully punches his side, and Gendry curses, glaring at her. "What was that for?"

"Stop acting all bashful. I know you've been with plenty of women before me. You can tell us." Gendry rolls his eyes at her statement before turning to look back at the couple. Daenerys was resting against Jon's legs, his arms around her to keep her arm. The winter months had started to creep into the walls of Winterfell a lot easier lately.

The man clears his throat and glances at the fire. "Well, uh…there is one I'm not particularly proud of. It was with that red priestess. Melisandre. And it wasn't just a kiss."

Jon's brow raises in surprise while Daenerys stares at him in shock. "You were with her? Was everyone with her?"

"I'm intrigued to hear this too. When did that happen?" Arya chuckles, turning to face him. "Did she seduce you after stealing you away?"

"Well, it's…complicated. Stannis was still pegging to be the king at the time, and they wanted to steal me away because I was the bastard son to Robert Baratheon. That woman actually wanted to sacrifice me because there's apparently 'power' in king's blood, but Davos convinced him not to. Instead, she decided to put it to a test. I didn't think that it was going to happen but she…did what she had to do and seduced me, but when she had me all tied up she used bloody leeches to take my blood from my body and threw them into a fire. I supposedly heard Stannis pray for the deaths of the other three kings that were threats to the throne."

"Which were?"

"Joffrey, obviously. But everyone wanted the little shit dead. I think one was Balon Greyjoy because he outright revolted…if I recall correctly, the third one was Robb." He glances over at Jon. "I think his wishes all came true…but I don't know if anything in the flames had anything to do with that. Stannis ended up dying regardless."

"That woman was always wrong," Jon mutters, glancing at the ground. "I didn't believe any red priestess until I met Kinvara. She at least seems to know what she's talking about. And she's brought both Daenerys and me back from the dead. Can at least trust her. Melisandre tried to have sex with me as well."

Daenerys' eyes widen and she turns to look at him in shock. "Are you serious?"

Jon chuckles at her response. "Yes. When I first became the Lord Commander and she arrived at the Wall with Stannis. I think she sensed something in me…maybe the same thing she sensed in Gendry. King's blood or whatever it is…I said no. Was in love with another at the time. Thankful I didn't."

"Was this soon after Ygritte?" Daenerys asks softly.

He responds with a simple nod. "It was…I didn't want to hurt her memory by doing that. It took a long time for me to get over that." He shakes his head and glances up at the ceiling. "Fucking red priests. I'm starting to understand why their religion isn't here."

Daenerys glances at the ground. "I wonder if she would have tried to seduce me."

Jon turns his gaze back to her. "You? Why? You're a woman."

Her brow raises at him. "And? What does that have to do with anything? I have king and queen's blood within me. Same as you."

"But she…I don't know. She only did it with men."

"As far as you know."

"But you wouldn't be into that, would you?"

"I never said I wouldn't."

Jon stares at her in shock, clearly stunned of what to say. Gendry also seemed surprised. Daenerys looks between the two of them and feels herself laugh before looking over at Arya, who was chuckling as well.

"What is it? Why are you all gaping at me?"

"I…you…" Jon tries to find his words. "You'd be willing to sleep with a woman?"

"If the woman was attractive, yes. I've found plenty of women beautiful before I met you."

"But…but Yara-"

"Yara Greyjoy is not the type of woman I find attractive," Daenerys chuckles. "She's an amazing ally and a good friend and while she flirts with me every chance she gets, I would never think about doing it with her. However…there are some Valyrian women that are just…wow." She looks over at Eleana, who had just come back in from bedding Robb. "Eleana, can you agree that some of the women in Valyria are absolutely stunning?"

"Yes. I've been with a couple."

Jon nearly spits out his drink. "Seven hells, what goes on when I'm not in the castle?!"

Arya shakes her head. "Jon, just because you get to bed the dragon queen doesn't mean she can't appreciate other women. A woman knows a woman's body better. Some men are just shit in bed." She sees the look on Gendry's face and cups his shoulder. "Not you."

"Too much information," Jon mutters.

"Oh shove off," Arya laughs. "With how loud you and Daenerys are, I'm shocked you even have the right to say that!"

"Anyway," Jon continues, trying to change the subject before his cheeks grew even redder. He turns back to Daenerys. "You would really sleep with a woman? Actually?"

"Well, if I wasn't already married and in love with my husband, yes, I would," she chuckles a little before she raises an eyebrow at him. "Why? Does that little detail bother you, Snow?"

She was using that bloody last name again. She always did that when she liked to tease him.

But before he could answer, however, there was a soft knock at the entrance of the dining chambers. They all turn their heads to see a young woman popping her head in. Jon had seen her once or twice before, but now she was much older. The last time he had seen her, she was maybe six and ten.

"May I come in, your graces?" the woman asks softly.

Jon nods. This would be a conversation he and his wife would have later. "Of course."

The young woman steps in and closes the door, glancing at them. Daenerys moves to look at her, her brow furrowed. "I believe we've met once before?"

"Yes, we have, your grace. My name is Meera Reed. My father, Howland, is the lord of our house but I'm set to inherit it…be brought me alone because he believed that I should start to learn the ways of the world prior to when he passes."

"He's a smart man," Jon comments. "It's something more people should learn before they're given a whole dynasty to maintain."

Meera nods and turns to look at them, making sure she got to see each of their faces. She seemed nervous but spoke with a confident tone, a complete paradox of a face. "When you were talking about King Bran…I wanted to tell you what I know about him. I was his companion all while he was learning the ways of the Three-Eyed-Raven, for years."

Arya's brow raises in surprise. "You were? Truly? Just you?"

"Well, there were more of us at the beginning, but one by one, everyone began to…get attacked or killed off. My brother was one of them…Hodor was another. They all tried to protect him but…but it didn't work." The girl swallows and glances at the ground now. "Before Hodor was killed, Bran was impatient with the training he was being given. He wanted to jump right into the powers that he could do, the things that he could witness…doing that had him sort of…locked in his own mind, for a long time. We were actually saved from wights from your uncle, Benjen."

"He seemed to pop up at the most convenient times," Jon mutters before nodding. "What happened after that?"

"Well, even if he was awake, he just…wasn't the same. The moment he stepped into his own head, into the visions of the past and what he could do, he was no longer Bran Stark. He was just a shell of what he was. He found out about your past and who you truly were, but after that, it felt like there was just…nothing left of him. I always felt that because he went into his head too soon and saw everything all trace of Bran left him. And now, I feel that it's…gotten worse."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "What do you mean gotten worse?"

"Well hearing the stories of what he had done to your children was…horrifying. I've heard other things about what he's done to many people within the country…I know that's not him. When I met Bran, he was sweet. He was kind. He was a curious boy who had this power that he didn't know how to control, and we went on an adventure with him, risking it all. When I left, he barely even said goodbye to me…didn't even admit that we had done so much for him. He only said that he wasn't really Bran anymore, and it just…hit me. Horribly. This man that's committing all of these crimes…he isn't the Bran that I know. He isn't the man that I saw him become years ago. There is…something else controlling him. I don't know if it's truly his powers or something else but it won't stop."

Jon sighs and leans forward. "I know it's not my brother. The Bran I knew didn't even want power."

"Bran once told me he couldn't be lord of anything," Arya states quietly. "And now he's the king of the Seven Kingdoms? That just doesn't make sure."

"Either way," Meera continues, letting out a soft sigh. "I know my support doesn't really mean anything, but no matter what my father picks and where he goes, know that you have me on your side…I don't know what's taken over Bran but I want to put an end to it. To put him out of his misery. I know that isn't him. And maybe…maybe killing him is what we need to do. And I want him to be at peace."

Gendry looks at her quietly, tilting his head. "You were in love with him, weren't you?"

Meera sighs again. "I wouldn't say love, but I did care for him deeply. We had been through a lot. But then he just…changed. I know it's not the same man that I found all those years ago. It's someone and something completely different and I want it gone."

Jon goes to stand, walking over to the girl and resting a hand gently on her shoulder. "Your willingness to join us will not go unnoticed, Meera. Thank you for your support. That means the world to us…and trust me, we will find a way to end this, one way or another."

Meera nods, almost solemnly before bowing her head. "Thank you for listening to me – all of you." She looks over at Daenerys and feels herself smile a little. "I'm sorry for disturbing your dinner."

Daenerys waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry. It was for good cause."

Meera bobs her head, the same smile on her lips before stepping away. "Have a good night, your graces." With that, she turns back around and heads out the door. Once she was gone, Eleana closes it quietly before turning back to the four, gently sitting down.

"I wonder how many other stories these Northerners have about Bran," Eleana mumbles.

"I as well…maybe we'll hear more as time goes on," Daenerys states before standing. "I am quite tired, however. I would like to head to sleep. We most likely have a long day tomorrow." Jon nods, standing as well.

"That sounds like a plan."

---

By the time they were dismissed to their chambers, Jon was genuinely exhausted. Arya and Gendry had gone back to theirs while Eleana had retired to her own to rest after the events of the day. Jon, however, wasn't done with Daenerys that night. Not by a long shot.

"Hey," he snaps, pulling her against him once the door was closed. She looks at him, surprised at his aggressiveness. "What was that in there?"

"What?" she chuckles, her voice is disbelief. "Are you still on about the meeting with the men? Or something else? I truly-"

"What you told them about wanting to be with a woman."

"Oh my gods," she mutters before shaking her head. "Jon, if you have a problem with that, then there's-"

"Oh, I have no problem thinking about that," he answers, pushing her hands to her side when she tries to step away. "I don't give a shit about who fucks who, man or woman. Never have. But what I do care about is you freely talking about it to some other…I don't fucking know."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow before a small smirk comes on her lips. "You can't be jealous of me speaking about that in front of Gendry. He loves Arya – he isn't a threat. You know that. You gave him your blessing to marry her." She brings a hand to his cheek. "Trust me, you have nothing to worry about."

Jon grunts and his hands come up, tightening around her wrists. "Doesn't mean I like to think about it."

Daenerys smiles at his words and leans up near his ear. "Does that get you off, husband?" she whispers to him, her voice low and sultry. "The idea of your wife coupling with another woman? Or perhaps would you like to join in with us?"

"Dany," he warns her, the sound of his growl resonated deep within. "You better stop before I do something you'll regret."

But with that, she only leans in and kisses him, and as she pulls back, her lips barely above his, she pulls at his bottom lip, nibbling on it. "Then do something about it."

He stares at her with eyes full of hunger, lust consuming him. She was being a little brat. She was enjoying this. But he wasn't angered or annoyed. Just hungry for her.

His hands grip at her waist as he pulls his wife in for a kiss of pure need, pushing her up against the wall, arms pinning hers above her head tightly. She moans against his touch once he pulls her up into his arms, and then carries her over to the edge of the bed. As soon as her feet touch the floor again, he lets go and gestures to the bed.

"Sit," he orders her, a tone that offered no room for discussion.

She follows his words easily, sitting at the edge of the bed. He moves closer, his forehead bumping against hers, his hands resting on both sides of her. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of her right there before leaning in low, whispering in her ear.

"Spread your legs for me," he huffs out, his hands moving around her waist. She does as she's told, watching him with curious yet blown eyes of desire. But he wanted to see so much more. His hands reach down and rip up the very bottom of her dress easily, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. But it gave him easy access. "Good girl," he murmurs.

"Jon," she chuckles, shaking her head. "I swear, at this rate, I'm never going to have any dresses."

"Good," he growls before his lips fall against hers. Her hands reach up to keep him close, her tongue swiping against his. He lets out a groan at her words before biting her lip not in response, causing her to let out a soft gasp as the kiss only grew. He was so lost in the kiss that he barely realized she had lifted off his tunic and had already begun working on his breeches, but he stopped her once reality began to return.

She stares at him in irritation at his stopped movements when he pulls his lips away before his hands come up to the top of her dress now and quickly undo the laces, but when he realizes the bottom was already fucked, he ended up just ripping that too. At this point she didn't seem to care as he threw it to the ground, leaving the dress torn in two.

He leans down onto his knees and places a soft kiss along her thigh, feeling her start to tense up slightly before her head falls back, as his lips reach her soaking folds. He inserts two fingers into her, curling them upwards right towards the spot he knew she loved, while his tongue latched onto her clit.

It was overwhelming her, and her legs wrapped tightly around his head at one point, trying to pull him closer while her hands dug into his curls. The tip of his tongue flicked at her clit, making her arch off the bed, her hand pressed hard against her mouth to somehow stifle her moans from the child's room next to them.

Her climax comes quickly within minutes, rolling through his wife like a wave, leaving her slumped and breathing heavily on the desk, eyes closed in pleasure. She pulls at his hair a moment later, making him look up at her before she yanks him closer, kissing his lips. He still tasted of her.

"Please," she whispers to him, her hands running over his bare chest, his shoulders, gently tracing the scars against his chest. He could see her own on her skin reflecting in the firelight, illuminating her beautiful figure. Her hips rolled up against the bulge in his breeches, causing him to grip her tighter.

"Beg me again," he groans, his hands already reaching down to pull off his breeches.

She leans up close, her lips on his, a soft gentle "please, fuck me," coming from her a moment later, one that had him shaking with need.

"Fuck," he growls, his forehead pressed against hers as her hips lifted to meet his, aching to be filled. "You want me, my love?"

"Yes," she begs, one of her hands reaching around him to pull him closer. He groans at her words, rocking against her, pushing just the tip in, watching her eyes. He does that over and over for a little bit, teasing her, seeing the frustration slowly start to build in her eyes as her fingers dug into his skin. "Please," she gasps, and he could hear the desperation in her voice.

"Please what?" he asks, pushing her thighs up so that he could have easier access, watching as his cock slid against her wet folds.

"Fuck me," she growls at him, a tone so needy that it had him spinning. He lets go of her thighs to position himself against her properly, leaning up to rest his forehead against hers, as he slid in as deep as he could.

She moans against his lips as he takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself so that this could bloody last instead of coming like a small boy, before continuing to fill her. He rocks against her body, each time moving a little deeper. At one point he had hit a spot so deep that she lost her breath, her eyes closed as he thrust into her, moving quickly.

He holds her in place, his fingers digging into her with a bruising force to make sure she didn't move a single bit. "Gods, fuck," he grunts. She bites down onto his shoulder next, trying to stifle her moans. The pain was immeasurable but amazing all at the same time. However, he had another idea tonight. He lets her legs fall down gently before slipping out. Before she could question it thought, he nods at her, gesturing to the bed. "Turn around," was his command.

She bites her lip but nods, turning around where her stomach was facing the bed, her hands against the furs. She glances behind her and smirks at his look of awe, staring at her behind. Of course he could see the scars from what had happened to her, but that only seemed to enhance her beauty.

His hands reached up and cup hers, letting a soft kiss press against her lips, once of tenderness and love to let her know that he was here and wasn't going anywhere. He lines himself up against her, with a rough thrust, he had her moaning loud, practically biting into the furs to stop herself from screaming.

He doesn't hold back as he fucks her from behind, his hands holding her down, watching as her ass shook with each thrust. She was chanting out with each thrust, her hands digging into the furs while he tried to hold back his own groans. He didn't need to be waking up Robb yet. Soon enough however the thrusts started to lose their rhythm, and he could feel that his wife was nearing her second orgasm. It was a struggle to keep his own release from coming.

One of his hands reaches up and grabs her shoulder, thrusting into her harder, the bed shaking below them. The other hand reached around and rubbed at her clit, and that was the last straw before she came. Her body tensed up around him as she moaned into his hand that had come up to cup her house, her cunt clenching around his length.

He gripped her tightly as he thrust a few more times, before feeling himself let go, spilling himself inside of her, her body clenched against his own, legs nearly trembling. She turns back to look at him a moment later, his cock slipping out of her once it had started to soften once more, but he already missed the warmth.

His hand comes up to stroke her cheek, leaving a soft kiss against her lips. When he pulls away, he gets a look at how her braids were all over the place now and her body was covered from redness, all from their session. He could feel himself blush. "I'm sorry if I lost control," he murmurs.

Daenerys smiles at his words and shakes her head gently. "It's perfectly alright; I don't mind. It's one of the things I love about you."

He beams at her words and lowers to the bed, holding her in his arms while he reached over to pull the furs over them. As soon as they are underneath and secure, she lets her head rest against his chest while his hand starts to slowly rub circles along her back, breathing calmly now. It was a moment before she spoke again.

"You know, if you wanted me to kiss another woman for you, I would if that's something you want."

Jon shakes his head and chuckles, before tilting Dany's head up. "Trust me, the only woman I want is you." He kisses her softly and feels her smile against his lips. "While the idea did excite me – as I'm sure it would most men – I don't like to share, whether it be a man or a woman."

Daenerys raises her brow at him, a challenging smirk on her face. "Oh? And who's am I?"

"You're mine," he growls back, his grip tightening on her. "And no one else's to touch or look at or even think about. No one's laying a hand on you ever again." His voice teetered on possessiveness – well, who was he kidding? It was that. But she didn't seem to mind, as her lips split open into a grin.

"I think I quite like being yours," she whispers.

"You better," he chuckles, shaking his head as his fingers start to undo the rest of her braids, letting them run through her silver locks. "You do surprise me though, every day. Keep my life entertaining, to say the least." She laughs, and he only pulls her closer, needing to feel the radiating warmth of her body on his. Gods, he loved her. How had he done this for so long without this woman by his side?

He didn't know what he would do.

"I love you," he murmurs to her.

"I love you more," she responds softly.

"Not possible," he simply replies, before leaning in to kiss her lips gently.

---

They were woken up by crying and shouting.

And not just any crying and shouting. Children who didn't sound like their own. It was a haze of moving body parts and the need to see what was happening, despite the freezing cold temperatures of the room now that the fire had gone out. Jon had quickly gotten dressed and helped Daenerys get into a fur robe before they raced out, trying to see what was happening.

All of their children were in the courtyard, staring in shock at something, followed by the guards, as well as some of the lords they had entertained that very day. "What's going on?" Jon quickly asks as he races forward. "What-"

His words were cut off when he realizes what he saw. There, standing in front of the gates of Winterfell, was their army. Their whole army.

But in fact…it seemed to be cut down. By the very least, a fourth. There weren't as many red priests as before. Some of the dragons seemed to be missing. Many of the wildlings were gone. About a quarter of the Unsullied had disappeared. Even the Dothraki seemed low in numbers. What the hell was going on?

Jon races forward with Daenerys when he finally sees Tormund stumble to the front. He had a dried cut along the edge of his forehead to the crook of his neck, as if something had sliced right through his head. But he had survived, somehow by the grace of the gods.

"Jon," Tormund grunts. "It's…it's not good."

"Tormund, what happened?" Jon asks him quickly. "We were going to send for you to come soon and-"

"The…the White Walkers, they're back," Tormund states, his voice filled with a haunting tone that sent shivers down Jon's spine and all throughout his body. "But they…they ain't alone. They…they got these things, now…they look like every single dead fuckin' person that's in the ground…they just popped up like goddamn daises outta the snow. And they…they had creatures, Jon. Creatures that…that killed the dragons. I didn't see shit, there were…there were so many of them. We had to retreat to somehow keep the army alive…they all had weapons and just…piled up on them…so many were killed…so many bodies…"

Jon looks to him in concern. It took a lot to scare Tormund. He had seen many things in his life. But to see the man shaken and so disturbed by something meant that it was real. It was very real.

"Guard," Jon commands, causing one of the Winterfell guards to come over. "Bring him to a room. Have him taken care of. Make sure everyone in this settlement gets food."

The guard nods his head and disperses with a shaken Tormund. Jon turns back to the people and sees Taevar emerge from the ruins next. He had some cuts on his face as well, but nothing compared to what he had seen before. Many people were limping or in need of something to survive on, some going through packs to somehow find food.

"You said they're back?" Jon asks, his voice low.

"Your White Walkers…have returned, my king," Taevar says, his voice grave. "They killed many of our men…we've been walking for weeks. We couldn't even bring our supplies. I'm not sure if Yara made it out…we had to run. There were so many. They just kept coming…it was like an ambush." Jon could almost feel himself curse. "I heard some of the other wildlings and freefolk talkin' about it, but they were calling these new creatures, um…Skincrawlers. They had flesh falling off of them like they were still alive. We could see bone…it was horrible."

Jon turns to Daenerys, sensing her fear, and glances back at where his sister stood with the children and Gendry. Many people started to move closer to the gates, needing to be warm, with most of the Northern lords gawking at the dragons that breathed fire to somehow stay hot in the snow around them. But that wasn't what sat on Jon's mind.

Not the lords. Not the snow. Not even the food he would be served. No, the only thing that sat with him was that there were not only White Walkers that had returned, but they had brought friends. Skincrawlers. Bran had to somehow be the cause of this, but whether or not he was, Jon knew one thing.

These creatures were coming for them again. And if they had any chance of winning this war, they needed to move out quickly and get as much support as possible. Before those monsters got to them first.

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Ya'll didn't think I'd have them just face Bran, lol

Before anyone asks, think of the Skincrawlers as sort of the zombies from World War Z but covered in ice and snow and blood and flesh falling off of them. I wanted to add on another threat to this because honestly the White Walkers were killed wayyyy to easily in season eight. We need some conflict, hunny. So we about to have some motherfreaking conflict mixed in with some smut and shit because that's the way I am lol

Also, if you guys feel inclined, on Archive of our Own I have a Jonerys AU up there called 'Cooking Up Trouble' that I've been working on too. I've been debating whether to put it on here or not but if you feel inclined, go check it out. It's the same username as is it on here. If you think I should post it here let me know.

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