His heart is beating almost as hard as when he was fighting a battle as she walks toward him. Her violet eyes giving him a cold hard stare.
"Your Grace, I didn't expect to see you here," Jon says, bowing slightly.
"No, you haven't expected to see me anywhere." Daenarys snaps. "I had to ask your sister where you were. And she barely knew where you've been these last days." Daenerys recalls when she properly met the warrior Stark girl.
Looking down at the training yard Daenerys sees Arya Stark sparing with the huge knightly woman she found out was lady Brienne of Tarth. Area uses her speed and agility to avoid Brienne's powerful strikes. "Her speed is rather impressive," Daenerys says.
"Yes, your grace. I don't think I've seen anyone move so fast with a blade." Ser Barristan replies.
The sound of blades clashing rings again.
"I think you should spar with her."
See Barristan chuckles. "I fear I am too old to keep up with someone as fast as her."
"Nonsense, I'm sure your more than capable of keeping up with a girl who can't be older than eight and ten name days." Ser Barristan relents and they begin to head down. Daenerys mind is full of questions. What do I say to her? How do I not make it obvious that Jon and I are closer than anyone believes? Will she figure it out? Will anyone notice my growing belly? No even I can barely notice it, for now, Daenarys thinks to herself.
Down in the training yard, Ser Barristan and Daenerys watch the conclusion of Arya and Brienne's duel. Following the end of the duel, Ser Barristan challenges Arya, which the young Stark eagerly accepts.
Ser Barristan draws his sword, adopting a low guard to account for Arya's short stature. Arya holds a needle in front of her as they begin to circle each other. Ser Barristan strikes first, swinging at Arya's ribs. She quickly darts backwards to avoid his swords longer reach. With lightning speed, she advances. Arya thrusts needle forwards. Ser Barristan scrambles to block the blow barely stopping her. The old knight takes a step back and smiles at the young Stark. She almost had him. Almost. But now the test is over. Ser Barristan advances, swinging his sword with unmatchable skill and surprising speed for such an elderly man. Arya keeps his strikes at bay for a while. But she cannot keep her defence up. Soon needle is flying out of her hand, she reaches for her dagger. Ser Barristan sees this and grabs her wrist, twisting it until the dagger falls from her hand.
He releases her hand and picks up her dagger. "You fight well my lady." Handing back her dagger.
"Very impressive indeed, lady Arya," Daenerys says. Arya notices Daenarys is holding which she promptly hands back.
"Thank you, your grace." She bows.
"Come, lady Arya. I wish to speak with you."
The pair begin walking around Winterfell with Ser Barristan following them. "Since I met your brother, I often find myself being jealous of your family," Daenerys says.
"Your Grace, I do not understand," Arya replies.
Daenarys smiles. "Come, lady Arya, you are far too intelligent to be asking that. Even without knowing anything about Viserys, you know about my father."
"Apologies, your grace. I only meant to not cause offence."
Daenerys smirks. This Stark is much more enjoyable company than her sister. "Speaking the truth about my family wouldn't have caused offence, lady Arya."
An awkward silence descends on the pair as they continue walking through Winterfell. Eventually, Arya breaks the silence. "Your Grace, I assume you didn't ask to speak to me about your family."
Daenerys smirks at her bluntness. "No, I... I did not. Your brother, Jon. He has become... Distant these last few days. "
Arya hesitates slightly. "He has your grace." She pauses. "He rarely speaks to me or Sansa and when he does he doesn't say much."
"Perhaps congratulations are in order, it is far more than he has spoken to me." Arya takes more of the bitterness in the queen's voice. "Do you know where he spends his time alone?"
"I see him go to the godswood with Ghost or sometimes he goes into crypts."
"Thank you lady Arya, you have been most helpful."
Arya ponders why would the Queen be so interested in Jon? Why did she seem so desperate to speak to him?
Back in the present Daenerys stares at Jon expectantly. "Well? Why have you been avoiding me? Arya said you've been avoiding her and Sansa as well. Why are you avoiding them?" She says, showing off the infamous Targaryen temper.
"I... I'm sorry your gra- Dany. I've been... I've been thinking a lot." Jon replies half-heartedly.
"About?" Daenerys says, her temper mellowing slightly. But only slightly.
Jon sighs. "Sam spoke to me." He mumbles.
"Oh. I'm sorry I know he's your friend but I didn't have a choice. If I hadn't have done it I would have appeared weak."
"I know. I agreed with what you did. It's something else I've been thinking about."
"What is it?" Her temper completely faded and now replaced with concern. She steps closer to him and places a comforting hand in his arm.
"He... He told me who my mother was." He blurts.
"Surely that's good? Why are you sad about it?"
"Because of who she is." He says, looking up at the face of Lyanna Stark.
"She is?" Jon nods. "But... How? From what I know your father didn't seem to be someone who bed his sis-" She stops, the realisation hitting her.
Jon takes a deep breath." Eddard Stark is not my father." He sighs. "Rhaegar is."
Daenerys looks him in the eye with shock. He wasn't a Snow. He's the bastard of her brother, making him her... and nephew.
"He... He didn't kidnap her or rape her. She loved him and he loved her."
Daenerys eyes widen in shock. All her life she had been told how Rhaegar had kidnapped and raped Robert Baratheons love.
"Before the trident." He continues." They... They married. My name... Is Aegon Targeryen."
A/N: I know this chapter is really half-arsed and short and the duel between Arya and See Barristan is cringe as hell and not much really happened but j wanted to just get a chapter out and hopefully start getting them out faster.