The chapter is rated M
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The night has come a short while after Daenerys had come back from the tent of Maggie The Frog. She had announced with the witch standing on her left side and Ser Jorah on her right side, to the gathered Dothraki riders, Lord Rowan, Ser Bron and the other Lords from The Reach and The Unsullied that Maggie is her friend and First Priestess of The Faith.
Lord Rowan had looked skeptical at her but he bowed politely to Maggie.
After everything had been done, Danny and Jorah had paid a visit to Samuel Tarly.
Sam Tarly had given her the book she so we'll remembered in the vision in the flames and without more words Daenerys and Jorah had returned to her tent.
Now she was standing anxiously before the leather volume with gold letters. The title "Valyrian chronicle and other curious facts by Maester Fyrgos", was lit by the torches in the tent.
For a moment, Daenerys wondered should she open the book.'Wouldn't be better if we simply leave it where it is?'
She shifted a look and could see the thoughtful stare of Jorah. They both have emerged with fresh memories from their deaths.
She braced herself and opened the heavy pages. The certificate from the vision was stuck next to a description and a picture of a Valyrian candle. With steady fingers she took the marriage certificate and placed it in the light of the torches.
She and Jorah read silently the scratched words and then silence fell.
She went to her chair and sat, still shattered from what she had read.
Jorah had stood there rereading the text.
Finally, Ser Jorah said, "Ned Stark led us in the war of Robert Baratheon, knowing that Lianna wasn't captured…" He sat on one of the other chairs, "I was a young steward back then but I remember how we fought. My father supported Rhaegar and that was always remember by the Starks. Many men died that day…."
"Why Rhaegar didn't marry openly Lianna?" asked Daenerys.
Ser Jorah shook his head, "He was already married for the Dornish princess Ellis Martel. They had two children together and your father would have disowned him if he divorced his wife. And Ned Stark would have never agreed Lianna to be a second wife to Rhaegar and her children to be second after the children of Ellia Martel.."
Daenerys remembered that some of the Targaryen's King's had polygamous marriages but it was only with sisters or close relatives….
"So my brother chose to follow his love instead of his duty and that how he started a war and me and Vyseris exiled in Essos…."mused Daenerys, thinking what could have been if Rhaegar had been honest with Ellia Martel. In that moment she lost her illusions she had cherished about her brother.
"Do you think this is why Jon Snow will try to kill me? Because he will find that he is a heir to Rhaegar?" She looked at Jorah.
Ser Jorah eyed thoughtfully the paper, "I don't know this Jon Snow, but this if the case wouldn'ti be better if he know it from you rather than someone else?" His blue eyes met hers, "So he will know that you are honest from the start?"
Daenerys nodded, agreeing with his logic. But there was something else that she wanted to voice aloud.
"Ever since I remember, Viseris always talked how our birthright had been taken from us. I lived with the idea that all I am doing is taking what is mine as I am the Last Dragon. And now I find this Jon Snow is…." She clenched her fists, "not only my nephew, but also the true heir of the Iron Throne!"
She couldn't sit and stood up. She was so agitated that she wanted to smash something. Sensing her, the Dragons began to roar. Daenerys had to send them calming vibes and breathe deeper and try to calm herself.
Still agitated, she started to pace back and forth the tent, "I can't believe I actually considered an alliance through marriage with the King of the North!"
Ser Jorah cleared his throat, "Targaryens have married brother and sister and aunt and nephew for more than three centuries and who knows long in the Old Valyria. Even before the Fall, Valyrians incest marriages were the norm, that how everyone knows and recognizes a pure blood Valyrian immediately," Daenerys just puffed at his words.
"We are not in the old Valyria or during the time my ancestors sat on the Iron Throne!" she stopped pacing, "Besides, I no longer care about Tyrion's plans for alliance. I won't be the good girl anymore, King's Landing will either surrender to me or burn to the ground!"
Ser Jorah didn't contradict her, he knew her better and right now his Dragon Queen was furious. He stood, took the jug with wine and filled two glasses. Daenerys took one glass and sipped from the Dornish wine.
For a long pause there was no talk, until Jorah decided she has cooled her temper, "My Queen, if you want to conquer the world, you should abstain from mass brutally. It is always better to be loved, than hated. When the time comes, you don't need to burn the whole capital city to the ground. You only need to do that to the city fortress walls and probably the Red Keep." Jorah could see that Daenerys was listening to him, "Only if the population resists and takes arms against you then you can feed them to your Dragons! Then you will have the high moral ground, you give a chance to people and it is up to them to accept it or to burn!"
Daenerys felt tears in her eyes, she grasped Jorah and hugged him, afraid that if she didn't do it tight enough, he may disappear, "You are my moral compass, Jorah!" she whispered, "Don't leave me, because without you I will never conquer the world, I will burn and my anger will grow and I am afraid that one day I may end like my Father!" she said the last with trepidation.
Jorah gently brushed her tears, "Never doubt yourself, blood of my blood!"
They stayed close and Daenerys lowered her lips to his. They kissed, a sweet kiss that Jorah had dreamt about, filled with memories and newly enflamed passion.
She began trailing his chin with small kisses, her hand grasping him down there. Jorah knew that Daenerys had plenty of experience, first with Drogo, then with Daario. She was a full blooded woman with a sex drive and appetite.
He tried to overcome his own passion, "Khaleesey…." He tried, feeling her hands around his belt, "this is inappropriate, when you marry you husband…"
He was silenced by her velvet hands taking his penis and squeezing hard. His reason and logic fled and he felt himself pushed on his Queen's chair. He sat and his brain told him his groin is naked and that his pants were opened and his belt on the floor. He barely managed to grasp that thought when a hot moist mouth engulfed his cock. Jorah looked at his lap and saw the intricate hairdo of silver hair sinking over him.
She lifted her face and he looked straight at the violet eyes of his beloved girl. He had dreamt about that ever since, he had realized he love her.
She swallowed him again, her hands gently stroking his testicles, without moving her eyes from his.
The feeling was so erotically charged that Jorah felt how his seed errupted. She bobbed her head faster and sucked him tighter than a fist. Jorah grasped her silver hair and forced her down on his cock. Here and now, they were just a man and a woman, giving and receiving pleasure.
The Queen of Dragons, The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and the Dragon Bay, knelt before him and swallowed every drop of his semen, licking clean his member and balls, like a cat glooming her favorite kitten.
Despite that he had just come, Jorah felt another errection raising. He lifted her head and they shared a kiss, he could still taste himself on her tongue.
"I want you…"she gasped when they had to part so they can take a breath. This was what Jorah had wanted, these words from her, to love her and worship her.
Suddenly, the flap of the tent lifted and Missandei hurried in. She halted her steps at the scene of Daenerys dischelved and kneeling before Jorah. He grasped his pants and pulled them, covering his exposed genitals.
Quickly, Missandei closed the flap and was it Jorah imagination or Missandei really blushed?
"Your Grace, the King of the North arrived and wants an audience with you!" said Missandei. She extended her hand and gave her a small scroll, "A raven arrived from Meerin with urgent message from your Viceroy Daario Naaharis."
Daenerys stood up, licking her lower lip. She wasn't ashamed that Missandei had caught them in the middle of their passion. She took the scroll and read it.
Jorah could see how something icy emerged in her. The warm afterglow of their oral sex disappeared and although her face has no frown or other expression, he could sense a boiling anger emerging in his Queen.
Daenerys gave him the paper. He rolled it out and read it in the suddenly very quiet tent.
"My beloved Queen," read Jorah, "Our spies found that Cercei had hired the army of the Golden Company and they are traveling to King's Landing with the ships of Euron Greyjoy. The Iron Bank has given her full support and Cercei had promised them Dorne and full repay of the loans that the Crown has to them. Here everything is going well, I have expanded the army of the Seventh Sons with twenty thousand new soldiers. With the help of the Red Priestess the old religions are wiped out and the Masters of Volantis were burned alive. Volantis and now Myr, Lys and Qohor are under your rule and she had opened the coiffers of the Red Temple to fund the army. I am implementing your orders as best as I could and I am awaiting your orders. With love, Daario.
P.S. It seems that the dwarf isn't smart as he thought after all."
Jorah knew how Daario was feeling. Who could not love Daenerys, this silver haired siren? He had loved her even when she had tossed him out and had stood, watching him in the Arena.
He focused on the present now and the Dragon anger about to explode.
"Iron Bank…." She screeched, smashing the scroll in her fist, "Once I am done with Westeros, I will burn to the ground these leeches!"
"Why wait?" Jorah found himself saying. Both Daenerys and Missandei looked questioningly at him and elaborated, "Daario asked you for your orders, didn't he? Bravoos doesn't have a standing army, nor any of the Free Cities. The Iron Bank relies on the Golden Company to do its dirty work and fight in its wars. And right now…."he trailed and smirked at the understanding that dawned on the faces of his listeners.
"Now the Golden Company is loaded to the last man on the Greyjoy's fleet!" finished his words Missandei. She quickly pulled a small booklet and a pencil from a pocket of her heavy leather jacket, "What are your orders to His Grace, Your Viceroy Daario Naaharis?"
Daenerys unclenched her fist and a smiled, "Ser Jorah, as always your advice is priceless!"
She looked at Missandei, "Tell Daario…." Daenerys twisted her lips , "My loyal Viceroy, your actions are greatly appreciated. Give my sincere gratitude to the Red Priestess and tell her that her help makes her my First Friend. I order you to attack Bravoos and to politely ask Kinvara for assistance. When the Bravoos is taken, I ask her to purify the leadership of the Iron Bank and the Bravoos Masters with fire and to replenish the gold in her coiffers. I will deal with the Golden Company myself and my Dragons. With love…." She smirked, "Daenerys…"
Missandei was writing quickly when Daenerys added, "Please add to the message, P.S. I no longer need the advice from the dwarf! Ser Jorah is healed and is advising me."
Jorah felt a warm feeling spread in his chest at her smile.
"I will prepare a raven, Your Grace," said Missandei and stuffed the booklet back in her pocket.
Wiith a determined expression, Daenerys nodded to Missandei. "I have something to show you!" She gave the birth certificate to her and waited till her confidant could read it.
"What do you think?" asked her Daenerys.
Missandei took her eyes from it and calmly said, "You must tell him…. Better to be honest from the start, than secrets to plague the relationship in the future."
Daenerys smiled 'My dearest friend…'
She looked at Jorah and he voiced his agreement, "I agree with her."
"Very well then!" decided Daenerys, "Bring Jon Snow!"
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Jon Snow, King of the North, the White Wolf, was currently sweating in the warm night in the South. He, Ser Davos and the Dothraki had travelled to the camp where the armies if Daenerys Targaryen were gathering.
Jon had mentally practiced what he was going to say to Danny. He had thought for her during his journey and almost guilty had realized that he was thinking more about her than about the glooming threat of the Whitewalkers.
He had a constant blush from thinking erotic thoughts about his Danny. Ser Davos had asked him is he well and Jon had told him that his skin is unused to the burning sun of the South.
'My Danny…' that's how he was thinking of the tiny woman that had caught him in her nets. Didn't Tyrion once told him about some half women half fish people in Lannisport that lured the men? Jon supposed he was right now in a lure far stronger in his half dragon beloved.
After Igritte his heart had been cold, nothing really moved him. He had thought that after his resurrection, the Red Priestess hadn't revived his heart but now he was feeling the same burning feeling as before.
He had dreamt how he was flying and suddenly he turned into a Dragon. He looked around and saw Danny, turned in a magnificent silver dragon to ponce on him.
They had flown faster and faster, higher in the clouds, when the silver dragon took him for the neck and mounted him. He had awakened, when their two dragons mated fiercely, still feeling the heat of the moment.
That brought the other thought, 'How am I going to tell her that I love her?'
Jon wasn't a man of if many words. He usually left talking to others, mostly Ser Davos. Igritte had been one taking the vocal part in their relationship and Jon as being a virgin back then had done the action.
He deeply regretted how the things had turned with his wife.'If I wasn't so blind and stupid, I would never done what I did….'
He had imagined thousand ways the things could have gone differently but he knew it was futile. 'The past is past!'
They had arrived in the Targaryen's camp and Missandei had greeted them. Jon was given a tent where he and his companions could rest and refresh and Missandei had gone to tell Danny that he wanted to speak with her.
Jon had cleaned, combed his hair and put the cleanest clothes he had. Now he was walking with a strange nervousness after the Dothraki soldiers to the big tent with the Targaryen's symbol on it.
He and Ser Davos entered the brightly lit hall. Jon found his Danny seating on a big chair like on a throne with Missandei and another man at her sides. The man was Davos's age, with blond hair and cleanly shaven. He was dressed like a knight, with a light armor and Jon could feel the cold blue eyes on him.
With a sudden fear Jon realized that the knight was standing protectively next to Danny and this was more like a lover's worry for his woman.
Daenerys was looking cold and detached, her eyes was measuring Jon, like he had done something wrong. He looked at her and tried to find the words he had prepared to say.
"Why did you come here, King of the North? Weren't you busy digging dragon glass on Dragonstone?" Daenerys said and again gave him that cold, calculating stare.
Jon finally found that part of his head, that was responsible of talking, "I came here, Your Grace to pledge my loyalty to you!'
She leaned her head and looked at the blond man, then at Missandei. Then she looked him in the eyes, "Why?"
Jon Snow felt perplexed. He had expected a smile and acceptance rather than this suspicious question. He tried to explain, "I realized that my pride won't help my people…" Daenerys didn't react and Jon continued, "I came to Dragonstone, asking for your help without giving anything in return and I realized that I was unfair with you. I think under your rule the North will be better off and that my pride is not worth it. After all," he gulped, "would it matter that I didn't bend the knee when my people are killed by the Night King's army?" He took a deep breath, "I am here to bend the knee, my Queen!"
Silence spread in the tent. Daenerys was still looking at him this time with a thoughtful expression. Then she nodded to the blond man, "This is my Maester of War, Ser Jorah Mormonth."
The man gave a curt nod to Jon, who asked "Are you related to Commander Mormonth, Ser Jorah?"
"He was my father," confirmed Ser Jorah.
"He was a great man. I served under his Command!" said Jon honestly and then remembered his sword. He undid the belt and offered the Valyrian sword to See Jorah, "When he died, your father gave me his sword. His regret was that he couldn't give it to his son!"
Ser Jorah looked at the sword and took it from him. He unsheathed the blade and it glistened under the fires in the tent. The flames made the polished steel look like a blade of liquid gold as Ser Jorah was turning the sword and looking at it.
Then he put the blade back in the sheath and gave it back to Jon, "Keep it, my father choose wisely to give it to you…"
Jon put the belt and the sword back and Daenerys again took the word.
"Ser Jorah, please give the document to King Snow!"
Jon took the document, thinking that this was the treaty to sign and at first he stared stunned at the marriage certificate. Then he read it and reread it, still unbelieving at what he was seeing.
"My Aunt Lianna married Prince Rhaegar?" he asked and looked perplexed at Daenerys and then at Ser Jorah.
Ser Davos had stepped closer and was reading over his shoulder the paper.
"Yes," said Daenerys with a flat voice, "My brother secretly annulled his marriage with his first wife and decided to follow his feelings rather than his duty. He married Lianna Stark and sired a child with her…."
Jon realized what she was saying and her next words, felt like a blow to him, "You Jon Snow are the son of my brother Rheagar and Lianna Stark! The right to the Iron Throne as a heir to my brother belongs to you…"
He stood there like a thunder had hit him, speechless and in disarray.
'Ned Stark is not my father?' He had lived all his life, thinking that he had been a bastard of the great Ned Stark and some tavern girl. And now everything he knew was a lie.
He looked at Danny and a thought crossed his head, "She is my aunt!" He felt ashamed that he had a lust after her. He still loved her but the taboos of incest was deeply ingrained in him.
Then another thought entered his mind, "But why my fath…" he stopped himself, "Why did Ned Stark began the war with Rheagar?"
"Probably because he didn't want Lianna to be married for a Targaryen. My father had killed his and Rhaegar was married to Ellia Martel by this time and had already children with her."
Jon shook his head. Everything he had despised was revealing right now to be his real Father. He felt tears began and he was too upset to care. He looked at Daenerys, "When I was a boy I grew with the stigma of being a bastard. When I was grown all my friends began visiting the whores in the city but not me! I didn't want to sire a child that one day will be fatherless and will feel what I did when I was growing as a bastard!"
He grasped his head, "And now I find that my real Father had annulled his marriage with a woman, leaving his children so he can elope with my mother!" He almost shouted. "He started a war that killed thousands, decimated whole families for nothing! And Ned Stark that I thought to be my father had led his people to fight against other people in the South just because he could not allow his sister to be married for the son of the Mad King!"
Daenerys was looking at his with emerging pity on her face. He stood and braced himself, taking a deep breath. Ser Davos was silent and Jon looked at the damned marriage certificate in his grasp.
He went to the fire and threw it in, looking at the flames, eating eagerly the dry paper. Then he turned back to Danny and something squeezed his heart. She was now forbidden to him, she was his Aunt…
"I never wanted the throne, any throne…" He rasped and locked eyes with Danny, "I went to the Nights Watch, fought for what I thought was right and was killed by my own men. When the Red Witch brought me back to life, I wanted to leave everything, to go somewhere else…." He smiled a bitter smile, "I had done my duty, till death as I had sworn. I wanted to take a ship and sail to Essos, any place that was warm and without Whitewalkers…Then Sansa came to me and I had to fight to take Winterfell back…."
He was staring at Daenerys while he was talking and he knew that she could see the truth in his words, "The Northern Lords choose me to be a King, too blind and too snubbed to agree that a woman can lead them. Sansa was and is still more capable to be a Queen than I ever will be. I didn't want to be a King but I know my duty and I will protect my people. I am not Rhaegar to follow my passion and I am not Ned Stark to be too proud to see the truth. I am Jon Snow…." He said " and I am what I am. I don't want the Iron Throne, I think you have proved yourself to be capable and caring for the people who follow you. That's why I ask you to accept the people of the North in your fold and to help us fight against this menace that is coming!"
He slowly knelt, bending the knee and extended his arms, holding the Valyrian sword, "I pledge myself and my Crown to you, Daenerys Targaryen!"
Danny stood up and stepped before him. He watched from below as she looked seriously at him, "Will you ever betray me, Jon Snow?"
He said with all his heart, "Never!"
But she continued to look sternly, "Even if I kill people and burn cities to the ground? Even if I show cruelty and feed my Dragons with my enemies? You may be wounded, serving under my command, you may be even killed!"
He stared at her and he could imagine vividy everythingl she was capable of. He wanted to shout that he loved her but he hid his feelings deep. He returned her stare, "I have died and I am not afraid….I have been wounded and I know that is a small price to pay for your help…" He swallowed and continued, "And I have come to know you…You won't burn cities to the ground or kill people unless you have a good reason to do so..."