"Arya?!" Jon exclaimed as his sister lept into his arm's. He wrapped his arm's tightly around Arya.
"Jon, I've missed you so much."
A tear forms in Jon's eye. "I've missed you too."
Arya takes a step back and looks her brother in the eye.
"You've gotten taller," Jon says.
"You haven't," Arya replies, causing the pair to chuckle. Arya's eye's flicker over to Deanarys.
"Arya, allow me to introduce queen Deanerys stormborn of House Targaryen." Arya bows instead of courtesying. Deanarys is surprised at this but none the less she smiles at Arya.
"Lady Stark, I'm honoured to meet you, your brother's told me so much about ypu." Arya grimaces slightly at being called lady Stark but remains polite and bows.
"Please, your grace, lady Stark is my sister. I am just Arya."
"As you wish, Arya."
Behind Arya, a man and a woman rush out from the door to the great hall. Jon immediately recognizes the red hair of Sansa. "Oh dear, she does not look happy," Jon says. Arya giggles slightly.
"I wish you good luck," Arya says teasingly as she leaves them to rejoin Brienne.
Jon leads Deanarys to Sansa and Lord Royce. "Your grace, may I present my sister, lady Sansa Stark. And Lord Royce"
Sansa smiles at Deanarys and curtsies. "Your grace." Jon can tell that Sansa's smile is not real. "If you'll follow me to the great hall."
Jon, Deanarys, Sansa, and Royce walk in silence to the hall. Sansa and Lord Royce are unsure of what to say in the presence of a Targaryen queen. Eventually, Jon is the one to break the silence. "Lord Royce, I'm surprised to see you. I thought lord Baelish would be greeting us."
"Baelish is dead," Sansa says coldly.
"What?" Jon exclaims.
"He committed treason and murder. The war of the five kings, Bran's assassin and father's execution, it was all Baelish." Sansa explains.
"But why? Your mother trusted him he... He was her friend why would he do that?."
"Power. He spent years using Aunt Lysa to gain power. He wanted the iron throne with my mother by his side and if he couldn't have her... He wanted me." Tears form in Sansa's eyes.
Jon stops walking and wraps his arm's around her. "It's all right now. You did what was right."
"Thank you. Come on everyone's waiting."
Jon releases her and they continue to the hall. A pair of guards open the doors to the hall. The lords and ladies of the north rise to their feet. Every one of them looks at Deanarys. As she walks past Daenerys hears a few of the lord's mutter "Foreign whore." And "Mad queen." She holds her tongue despite how much this enrages her. She was born in Westeros and she wasn't like her father. She's the breaker of chains. Jon directs her to sit at the head of the hall. He sits beside her with Sansa on the other side. The lord's and ladies sit down.
Jon rises and begins speaking "My lord's, my lady's. When I left to go south I said we need allies. And I have brought them. Queen Deanarys has brought her armies north to fight with us." Jon pauses, contemplating what the reaction will be to what he says next. "And soon the Lannister armies will join us." The room erupts into shouting. The northern lord's and ladies clearly are against fighting beside Lannister's. Jon looks on dismay. He knew this wouldn't be a popular choice but had hoped that they could look past their hatred of Lannister's and see that they need every man they can get if they are to survive.
Lord Cerwyn bellows the loudest "We didn't make you king so you could invite our enemy into our land's! And where is the dragon queen's army? Two beasts don't make an army." The lord's nod in agreement with Cerwyn.
"Lord Cerwyn, I assure you her army is coming," Jon replies.
"Then where is it? I only saw her beasts." Many of the lord's murmur in agreement.
Upon hearing this Deanarys finally speaks up. "How many men do you want? My lord." She calmly asks.
"Enough to keep my family safe."
"Is eight thousand Unsullied, ninety thousand Dothraki and two anointed knights enough for you my lord."
Cerwyn looks at her in shock. How has this girl managed to gather such a large army? Then he turns to Jon "You let her bring savages to our land's. What kind fool are you, Snow." Cerwyn looks at Jon defiantly. Many of the lords agree.
"What would you prefer my Lord? To see the north fall and every one of us die, all of our families die? Or we can fight with Queen Daenerys and her army. We don't stand a chance on our own, we don't have the numbers. At least now we can give them a fight." Lord Cerwyn stares at Jon, but he begrudgingly sits back down. "Anything else, my lords?" Jon says without reply he rises to leave, Sansa and Deanerys follow him. The lord's and lady's rise to see their king leave. But they are far from happy, almost every one of them is staring daggers at Jon and Deanarys.
A short time later the trio is alone, walking the halls of Winterfell towards Daenerys' room. "Well, that could've gone better," Jon says.
"Could it? You brought a Targaryen queen to Winterfell with promises of an army, yet she has brought no army." Sansa replies. Deanarys raises an eyebrow at Sansa's words.
"They need to understand that without her we will all die," Jon says.
"We didn't fight to free the north from the Bolton's to hand it over to another tyrant."
This is too much for Deanarys to tolerate ."I am no tyrant, lady Stark. I've not come here to spill your people's blood. I've come to save them."
"How do any of us know that? The last Targaryen that ruled Westeros burnt my grandfather and uncle alive. Your brother kidnapped my aunt, starting a war that cost thousands of lives. So forgive me, your grace, I don't have a lot of trust in a Targaryen queen." The trio stop walking, the Stark and Targaryen staring each other down.
"When I came to Westeros I could've had my dragon's burn Cersei and her armies. I could've had my Dothraki and Unsullied sack King's landing. But I didn't. I didn't because I don't want thousands of innocents to die. Do you know why? Because I am not my father. He would've burnt kings landing to the ground if he could sit on the Iron throne even if it was on a pile of ash." Sansa continues staring at her but does not respond.
A man comes stumbling towards them shouting "Your grace!" The trio's attention turns to him. Deanarys concentrates on his face, finding him vaguely familiar.
"Do I know you?" Deanarys asks.
"Yes your grace, we met when you were sieging Yunkai."
"Asher Forrester? I remember you asking for my Second Son's for free."
Asher chuckles slightly. "Yes your grace, that was me. I just wanted to say. I saw what you did for the slaves of Yunkai. And for that, I trust that you'll rule Westeros just as fairly."
"Thank you" her eye's flicker over to Sansa. "It's good to know someone's got faith in me." Asher leaves them and they continue to show Deanarys to her room.
When they arrived at Daenerys' room Sansa bid them farewell, saying she had much work to do. Jon stays with Deanarys to help her settle into her new surroundings. "Well, overall I think that went rather well," Jon says.
Dany looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
"That was your idea of going rather well?" Dany replies.
"Aye. No one tried to kill you, Arya was polite and Sansa even curtsied for you."
"An attempt to kill me was possible?"
"Can't be certain. But your family isn't loved here."
"They don't have to love me. They have to respect me."
"They will. It will just take time."
"If this is how they react to me being here, how do you think they will react when they find out you bent the knee to me?"
"Aye. They'll be unhappy. But I remember us not getting along when we met."
Dany smiles at Jon. Remembering when she met the honourable king in the North. A man who stubbornly refused to bend the knee to her because of her father. And she strangely found herself caring about him. Perhaps too much Tyrion would argue after what happened beyond the wall.
Jon notices Danys saddened look and asks "What are you thinking about?"
"Viserion."
"I'm sorry," Jon replies. He wraps his arm's around her as a tear rolls down her cheek.
Dany looks up at his face "It's not your fault. I knew the risks of going north." The pair stay standing, holding the other in their arm's. "Come. I don't want to dwell on the past anymore." She takes his hand, pulling him towards her bed.
The following morning Jon wakes shortly after sunrise to the most beautiful sight he can imagine: a naked Daenerys Targaryen. He spends minutes looking at her sleeping face until she wakes.
"How long have you been staring at me?" She asks.
"A while."
"You know it's indecent for a man to stare for so long as his queen."
"Really? That is the indecent part of this?" The pair of them giggle until a knock at the door causes a deafly silence.
"Who is it?" Dany asks.
"A message your grace. Lady Stark requests you join her."
Both of them relax knowing that it is only a messenger. "Of course tell lady Stark I shall see her after food is brought to me."
"Yes your grace."
They listen to the sounds of footsteps until they can no longer hear them before Jon speaks. "I should go. Before someone notices, I'm missing."
"Perhaps. Or I could tempt you to stay longer." As Dany says this she removes the sheet that had been covering her breasts during the little sleep she got. Revealing them to Jon.
"Then I must congratulate you your grace for succeeding." Jon rolls over back on top of Dany.
Later, after returning to his own chambers and eating, Jon returns to Daenarys chambers to escort her to meet Sansa the pair of them were subject to strange looks from the northerners. Some of intrigue but more of disgust at the mad king's daughter. Deanarys couldn't wait for Ser Barristan to make it to Winterfell. He was someone who commanded respect wherever he was despite whoever he served.
"You know you should worry less about Sansa and the other lords accepting you." Jon states.
"Why is that?"
"They act like this because of your father and brother. They don't know you. And when they do start to know you they'll see just as I do now."
"Hopefully not exactly like you." She says with a grin causing Jon to chuckle.
When they arrived at Sansa's chambers, she lets them in and they sat down around a table. A handmaiden comes and serves them a cup of lemon water each. "Jon, I'm so glad you could join us. I sent a messenger to your chamber as well but you were not there."
Daenerys eyes widen. Of course, he wasn't in his chamber, he was fucking me. She says in her mind.
"Aye. I was er... Having trouble sleeping so I went for a walk in the godswood." Jon says.
"No matter, you're here now," Sansa replies. She turns and coldly looks at Deanarys "The dragons, your grace. I've had dozens of people come to say they don't feel safe with dragon's flying over Winter town."
"That's a shame. Drogon and Rhaegal are needed to keep them safe." Deanarys replies, returning Sansa's cold stare.
"They are scaring my people. If they are scared of the dragon's harming them they will flee Winter Town and they will die and join the White Walker's."
"Drogon and Rhagael are their best chance of staying alive," Daenerys says raising her voice slightly.
"But they are terrifying them." Sansa now raises her voice.
"They need Drogon and Rhag.."
"Enough!" Jon snaps. Sansa and Deanarys immediately snap out of their argument looking almost ashamed that he has had to snap at them in such a manner. "Dany and I can fly Drogon and Rhaegal further away from Winter Town. They'll be flying further away from town and still be close enough to help." Jon says with authority.
"That should be fine." Deanarys answers. Sansa nods in agreement. Deanarys and Jon get up to leave.
"Jon, can I talk to you? In private?" Sansa asks.
"Of course." Jon turns to Deanarys "Can you find your way back."
"Yes. I should be fine." Smiling at him. Deanarys leaves them and returns to her chamber.
Jon pours himself another cup of lemon water. "So what did you want to talk about?" Jon asks.
Sansa sits down and sips her own lemon eater. "She's quite pretty wouldn't you say?"
"Aye, I guess you could say so."
"You also called her Dany."
Jon's heart skips a beat. He had called her Dany. Calling her that was supposed to be private between justthe two of them and he had just said it in front of Sansa. "I... Didn... You must have misheard." Jon stammers.
"Tell me did you bend the knee to her before or after you bed her."
"She... And I we... We could never." Jon struggles to say.
"Do you take me for a fool?" Sansa asks aggressively. "I've seen how you look at her. The smiling, the laughter. There's only one reason a man act's luke that around a woman."
"Sansa, whatever you think you know. You don't."
Sansa sighs. "If you would just admit it would solve our biggest problem."
"What do you mean?" Jon says, clearly confused.
"The white walkers may seem like our biggest problem, but they are not. The biggest problem is what comes after. If the dead win, nothing matters as we shall just be meat for their army. But if we win we face the problem of who rules. Cersei and Daenerys want the seven kingdoms but the north doesn't want to be part of them. The lords of the north want you as their king. Daenerys will likely defeat Cersei which leaves her as the queen of six kingdoms but she didn't come here to be the queen of the six kingdoms did she?"
"No."
"No. She came for the seven kingdoms. And she will take them. All of them. The north will not accept her and it will just escalate into another pointless war that does not matter which I am keen to avoid."
"That's very good of you," Jon says sarcastically.
"So, to avoid that she should marry a northern."
"Who would you propose? I hardly see Daenerys marrying Ned Umber."
"Of course she wouldn't marry any lord. She should marry their king."
"I... She would never marry me."
"Why not? You're a king."
"I'm a bastard. It doesn't matter what title you put in front of my name, I'll always be Jon Snow bastard if Eddard Stark and some tavern wench." Although this is true Jon can't help but imagine what it would be like to call Dany his wife. To wake up next to her every day. To have children... no that couldn't happen regardless.
"Whoever your mother is and your last name wouldn't matter."
"Except it does," Jon says clearly becoming agitated at this conversation. "They'll be other men with far more to offer Daenarys than me. And they wouldn't have the shame of being a bastard." Jon stands and leaves Sansa's chambers she sighs and thinks to herself. That could've gone better. I thought he would've liked the idea of marrying the woman he has so obviously bedded.
A/N: Wow I leave this fanfic alone with zero reads and come back to it like three weeks later and it has over 30. All I want to say is thank you. It's great to know people are reading and interested in what I write.