*before I start one difference is that Ser Barristan Selmy is still alive cause his death was pathetic.
After meeting with Cersei, Jon and Daenerys sailed from King's landing towards White Harbour. The journey began days ago, now White Harbour was now in view. Jon leaves the top deck. Now below deck, heroes towards the grandest room. He knocks twice, soon his queen, his friend or was it, lover, now? After their after hour's enjoyment over previous night's. The door opens."Jon" she speaks softly with a smile on her face.
"Your grace, we are almost at White Harbour." Jon replies, reciprocating the smile.
"Good, I can't wait to get off this ship." Daenerys replies.
"We should head to the top deck to disembark, Lord Manderly will be waiting for us."
"Perhaps you should escort me, to make sure I get there safely." she moved closer to Jon and presses a soft kiss to Jons' lips and together they walk to the top deck eagerly smiling at each other.
Soon they reached White Harbour. Jon and Daenerys lead their party off the ship. Ser Davos, Greyworm, Tyrion and Missandei behind them with Ser Barristan and Jorah next to Daenerys. There she saw a fat man with long white hair and a scraggly beard. Jon is the first to speak "Lord Manderly, may I present Queen Daenerys stormborn of House Targeryen."
Lord Manderly eye's flickered over to Daenerys. They locked onto hers and for a few tense moment's he stares at her. Not moving an inch. Jon gulps with nervousness. Finally, lord Manderly begins to speak. "Welcome to White Harbour, your grace."
"Thank you, my lord. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated" Manderly smiles awkwardly. Which Jon notices. "Lord Manderly, is something wrong?" He asks.
"You'd better come with me" The group exchanged confused looks as Manderly lead them to his great hall.
The group enters the great hall. "Maester, fetch the scroll we received yesterday" They sit at the great table in awkward silence. Soon the Maester returns and hands a scroll to Lord Manderly. "This came from Winterfell yesterday. It's a copy of the original from Castle Black. It reads the army of the dead has broken the wall. The night king rides a dragon." The group looks shocked. The wall has stood for thousands of year's yet the night king broke through with ease. After the initial shock wears off Jon and Jorah look at Daenerys as she appears to be suppressing a tear for her fallen child.
"How far away from Winterfell are they?" Barristan asked.
"Lady Stark sent riders out to track them. There the last report stated they have taken Last Hearth" Manderly replies.
"Then we need to hurry" Tyrion states.
"I don't see how we could move any faster. The Dothraki are making good progress along the King's road and soon the Unsullied will arrive here and march to Winterfell." Jorah says.
"There is. I can ride Drogon to Winterfell" Daenerys said with a distant stare and watery eye's.
"Your grace I severely advise against this. You would be alone up there and with the night king riding Viserion it would not be safe." Ser Barristan says.
Suddenly Daenerys stands " That is not MY CHILD! Viserion died when the night king threw that spear into him" Daenerys composes herself and returns to her seat. " And I wouldn't be alone, I'd been riding Drogon." She nervously looks at Jon "And Jon would be riding Rhaegal."
"You can't expect the king in the north to ride a dragon!" Lord Manderly exclaims.
"I agree, only a Targaryen can." Tyrion says. The room erupts into argument. Only Barristan, Greyworm and Missandei are in favour of Daenerys. Jorah and Tyrion remain mostly quiet. This arguing continues for a full minute with Daenerys looking more and more crestfallen.
Until Jon stands and shouts "MY LORD'S! We all know this is a great risk. But the night king marches on Winterfell with a hundred thousand wights and their numbers will only grow. We need the dragon's in Winterfell. They give us the best chance of surviving. So I'll ride the dragons with Daenerys" Daenerys looks at Jon with a beaming smile.
"Well, that settles it." Tyrion says.
The group leaves the table and disperses. Jon goes to follow Daenerys but Lord Manderly diverts his attention first. "Your grace, a word in private? " he asks.
"Of course, my lord." Jon follows Lord Manderly to his private solar. The room is fairly large at its centre is a large wooden desk with two chairs. They each take a seat. "What can I do for you lord Manderly?" Jon asks.
"I'd like to apologise for not coming to you and your sister's aid against the Bolton's. "
"There's no need, we're here together now which is what matters." Jon replies.
"I still feel in your debt, your grace. Therefore to cement my houses loyalty to yours you may marry one of my granddaughters and our houses will be tied together, stronger than ever before."
Jon's eyes widen in shock. Normally the offer to marry a member of house Manderly would be a great honour, but Jon, he loves another. "I'm sorry my lord. But we may all die soon, it doesn't feel right to commit to marriage." Jon stammers his reply out. Lord Manderly looks dejected but says he understands.
The following morning Jon wakes shortly after dawn. He struggled to sleep knowing that the army of the dead was headed for Winterfell and he agreed to ride a dragon. He dresses and goes for a walk around White Harbour. Lord Manderly and the other northerners wouldn't agree with this. A king shouldn't be wandering aimlessly around a city. Jon wonders what the northern lords would think when they found out he had bent the knee to a Targeryen after many of them fought with his father against the Mad King. Then his mind wandered to his family, Sansa would never agree with his choice. She had a very strong will and managed to survive the lion's den that was King's landing. In her last raven, Sansa had said that Arya and Bran were back at Winterfell. Jon wondered how they had managed to survive the last few years of misery.
Jon made his way back to New Castle and saw Daenerys with Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan beside her. Ser Davos and Lord Manderly were also nearby. Deanarys looked at him as if she wanted him to come to her but Jon chose to go to Ser Davos and Lord Manderly first. It would seem odd if he went to the "foreign" queen over his own people. "Your grace, please take a horse, ride with her unsullied or Dothraki. Your place isn't with her on a dragon." Manderly begged.
"I'm afraid we don't have that luxury. I need to be in Winterfell as fast as possible." Jon replied.
"The lad's mind is made up. Go on your grace. It looks as if your going to be taken for your first dragon-riding lesson." The way Davos had emphasized saying first it was if he knew what happened on that boat. Jon bid farewell to Davos and Manderly and headed for Dany.
"Your grace." Jon says, bowing.
"Your grace. It would appear it's time for you to learn high valyrian and ride a dragon." Daenerys replies.
"It would your grace."
The pair smile at each other. Deanarys turns to Jorah and Barristan "Goodbye my friend's. Be safe."
"We will your grace."
"Of course Khaleesi."
The old knight's leave to find their horses. But Ser Barristan turns to Jon and bends his knee. "Your grace I ask for your forgiveness. I failed to uphold the last wish of king Robert because of my failure your father was killed and your sister suffered at the hands of Joffrey. I beg for you to find it in your heart to forgive me." Barristan looks into Jon's eye's pleading for his forgiveness.
"There is nothing to foregive Ser Barristan. There was nothing you could've done." Jon held out his hand for the knight. Ser Barristan clasps his hand and Jon pulls him up.
"Thank you, your grace." Barristan bowed his head and left with Ser Jorah. Jon then left with his queen towards her dragons.
Their walk to her children was done in silence. Jon is unsure of what to say. Eventually, Daenerys broke the silence. "I assume you're wondering why my Queen's guard mentioned the usurper so freely?"
"It did seem odd."
"When I was young, my brother Viscerys would tell me stories about the traitorous houses Baratheon, Stark, Arryn and Tully. I believed his stories. I was going to come to Westeros to kill these lords and take the iron throne back." Jon looks at her seeing anger rising within her. Daenerys took a deep breath before continuing"Until Ser Barristan came to my service. He was the first man to tell me the truth. He told me how my father burned people alive with wildfire. He told me how my brother kidnapped Lyanna Stark. He was the first man in my life who told me the truth. That is why I do not mind their names being mentioned. Because the stories about my family are true." Jon opened his mouth to respond but the screech of dragon's pierced through the air. A smile broke on Deanerys face as she saw her children. Drogon comes forward and lowers his head for his mother. She raises her hand and rubes it affectionately over Drogons scaly face. Jon stays slightly behind Deanarys, being fearful of what he believes to be huge beasts. "Come, it's time to meet Rhagael." Jon follows her towards the second dragon.
King's Road, near Dothraki horde
It had been a difficult journey for Ser Jaime Lannister. He had turned his back on his queen, his sister and his lover. He was sat in an inn with a mug of ale contemplating whether he was right to leave King's landing to fight for the Mad King's daughter and the bastard king in the north. But it was less suicidal than staying with Cersei, at least by going north there was a slim chance of him living longer than a month. He downs the last of his ale and leaves his table to go to his room. As he walks a hand grabs his shoulder. Instinctively he goes to draw his sword.
" Woah, careful there. We wouldn't want people to see who you are." The mysterious voice whispers. But the voice sounds familiar. Sure enough, Jaime recognizes the face of his brother's former cutthroat: Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.
"Bronn. What are you doing here." Jaime asks.
Bronn sits at Jaime's former table. "Well, your sister is pretty pissed that you left. So she sent me to bring you back." Jaime sits back down. Bronn leans in and whispers to Jaime "Also said there's thirty thousand gold dragon's in it for me."
"You must know she doesn't have that much gold."
"Aye. Also realized that staying south is suicide, so I thought I'd go north."
"Clever Man, not many would see through her lies."
"So, I reckon we should get ahead of the Dothraki." Bronn says as he downs his ale and leaves his seat.
"I agree," Jaime says half-heartedly and the pair leave the inn.
White harbour
"Arrrrgh. God's that hurt." Jon rolls around on the ground after Rhagael had thrown him off for the third time.
Deanarys runs over and crouches down with a concerned look on her face. "Jon, are you all right." She asks.
"I'll be fine Dany." Jon gets up but his face creases in pain but he still tries to climb on Rhagael.
"Stop your hurt."
"Dany, I have to do this."
"No." She said this with such authority that Jon immediately stopped climbing. "Your hurt and it's getting dark. We're going back to White Harbour." She continued.
Jon sighs "Alright. Dany."
Lord Manderly was surprised to see them again but was more than happy to give them rooms. He also reminded Jon of his marriage offer but Jon politely avoided the subject. After a few hour's New Castle was almost silent as most of the Manderly soldier's had gone with the Unsullied to Winterfell. This made Dany's task much easier. With so few soldiers around sneaking through the castle was mich easier. Soon she found the door she was looking for and knocks on it. Not long after the door opens.
"Dany?" Jon answers.
"Jon, I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow." Whilst this was partially true there was something else she wanted.
"Of course come in." She enters his room. Jon gestures towards a pair of chairs around a small table and the pair of them sat.
"Jon, I want you to know you don't have to ride Rhagael. You can take a horse and still make it to Winterfell."
"I know. But Rhagael would be faster and that means my family are safer faster."
"It's admirable how you want to keep them safe. But if Rhagael doesn't allow you to ride him I will not fly to Winterfell to tell your family you died. Foolishly trying to ride Rhagael."
Jon smiles slightly. "It could be for the best." Dany stares into his eyes. She leans over the table and plants a kiss on his lips. Jon kisses her back but after a short time, he stops. "Dany, we shouldn't. Not here."
"I'm your queen. I command you." Jon smiles at her and eagerly kisses her again. He didn't need much convincing. The couple makes their way to Jon's bed, Dany unlacing his breeches and tunic, Jon pulling off her nightgown. Soon they fall onto the bed. Not much sleeping would happen.