The Reluctant Ruler

by Wasteman

Rhaegar Targaryen and Robert Baratheon kill each other on the trident, Jaime kills the Mad King as Tywin sacks the city. Queen Rhaella survives the birth of Daenerys and reclaims the throne on behalf of House Targaryen. Ned Stark finds his sister's body and Rhaegar's son, but refuses to give the future king to his Grandmother. Now sixteen years later Jaehaerys 'Jon' Targaryen strug

2. Chapter 2

Jon

Jon woke slowly, his eyes opening to take in his surroundings. His face was currently pressed into Daenerys neck, his nose pushed directly under her chin, practically nuzzling his aunt. He felt Daenerys' arms around him, and he moved his head off of her to see if she was awake, and was relieved when her eyes were still closed.

Jon settled back into his position, his head resting on Daenerys' chest, his nose nuzzling into her throat, and he relaxed again. Judging by the lack of sunlight in his room he had some time before he was needed, and thrived in the time he was afforded to unwind.

Jon could feel his morning wood making itself a problem, it was poking through his small clothes, as his cock was sitting nicely on Daenerys' inner thigh. He knew he should adjust but he could not be asked after the intimacy they shared the night before. Jon smiled into her neck, Daenerys got excited when Jon mentioned their shared blood. It was something rather erotic coming from her. Jon was expecting her to be a good bedwarmer, but finding something like this so early in their relationship was promising in Jon's eyes.

Jon knew he could wake her up pleasantly, sliding upwards and planting some kisses on her face and lips, but Jon just wished to continue to relax. He did not want to push Daenerys at all, and he would allow her to set the pace in their relationship if that made her feel more comfortable. She would definitely know that he desired her, but she would set the terms and Jon was fine with arrangement for the time being.

Jon continued to nuzzle into her, her skin was soft and warm, his torso being bare made their skin touch. His entire body felt warm where she touched him, but where it was skin to skin only made it more pleasurable. She had her arms loosely wrapped around his neck still, one of her hands was placed in the middle of his back, as if she had been rubbing it then fell asleep mid movement.

Jon thought about how she came to be here tonight, and Jon desperately needed a map of the Red Keep. He needed to know all of the tunnels. He would have to make an excuse for how he managed to find the tunnel Daenerys arrived in but he needed to know if an intruder could so easily make it to his room, or how easy it was to spy on him behind closed doors. Jon wished he could have any semblance of privacy, but once he knew of the tunnels he could close some off for his own benefit.

Daenerys woke as Jon was thinking, he felt her breathing shift, and the sly minx that she was decided to press her thighs together, his cock trapped between them. Jon moaned in pleasure, his cock now surrounded by her soft skin and her warm thighs. He looked upward to see Daenerys's eyes slightly open but a smug smile on her lips. "You're the devil" and her sleepy giggle was music to his ears.

Daenerys leaned down to kiss Jon, their tongues quickly getting involved, their lust from the night before having not cooled off after their rest. Daenerys slowly moved her thighs back and forth, Jon beginning to thrust slowly into the chasm they created. Jon moved up her body, so the kiss was no longer awkward and his cock was pressing further up into her, he could feel the heat of her cunt seeping through the layers of their underclothes.

They continued to kiss heatedly, but Jon was surprised when Daenerys dipped her hand into his small clothes, she gripped his cock and he moaned into the kiss, she then pulled it out of it's confinement and notched his cock against her cunt, the two slowly grinding against one another. The only layer separating them were her own small clothes, the thin layer not doing much to hide her wetness.

The pair were both breathing heavily now, but kept their lips pressed together as they slowly thrusted into each other, Jon reached up to cup a breast, and Daenerys nearly ripped her slip in her urgency to get his hands on her bare tits. He opened his eyes, and the burning desire in Daenerys' eyes inflamed him, making him grip one of her pink peaks, pinching it as he continued to thrust.

Jon made sure to take a long look at Daenerys, her teats were incredible, and Jon could not resist leaning down to take one between his lips to suck on as he continued to thrust against her core. Jon felt Daenerys hands settle in his hair, pushing his entire head further into her. Jon recognized the same signs of her orgasm coming as last night, the heavier breaths, gasping moans and knew she would release soon. Jon double down on her tits, sucking firmly on one while he gripped the other, then continued his thrusting, the middle of her thighs wet with their combined juices making a slick surface for him to push.

Jon knew Daenerys was about to come, and he pulled backed slightly to say, "My Auntie…." And watched as her eyes opened in surprise then immediately shut again in pleasure. Jon felt his cock get wetter and wetter with her release soaking her small clothes, but he did not stop sucking on her tits. If she asked he would do this all day for her, she was a goddess with the most perfect breasts he'd seen. He'd spend days worshipping her if she would let him.

As Daenerys recovered Jon just simply continued to nuzzle and play with her breasts, he stopped thrusting, his cock still hard as iron but he did not want Daenerys to suffer from over sensitivity. Eventually, she caught her breath, and pulled Jon by the hair so they could make eye contact. Her desire was still there, and she brought him in for a soft, light kiss.

"Good morning Jae," as she said that she reached down, pinching one of his nipples making him flinch, but she continued down his navel and gripped his still hard, still very wet cock. Jon's eyes must have fluttered because he heard her snort, as her hand slowly worked over his cock. She was experienced that was clear, but it also comforted Jon some that he knew he was her first.

She stroked and stroked, bringing Jon in for kisses as she went, bringing Jon closer and closer to the edge. Right as soon as he was about to hit that point of no return, where he would come, there was a loud knocking on the door and Daenerys pulled her hand away.

Jon groaned, then looked at Daenerys pleadingly, she only looked apologetic. Jon stood put his hard cock away, and pulled on a pair of pants, striding to his door, he opened it a sliver to see Rhaenys there, still dressed for sleep.

Jon was surprised, and still slightly horny. "Rhaenys? What?" and she opened the door letting her past. Glaring at the Guards posted who dared look at his sister. She was clad in a slip as well, and a similar robe to what Daenerys was wearing. Rhaenys immediately strode into his room, and spotted Daenerys who had thankfully put her clothing back together, laying in his bed.

Rhaenys said nothing, was not surprised with Daenerys' presence and had no qualms climbing up next to her. Judging by how familiar their movements were they had done this often, Rhaenys settling beside Daenerys, the two cuddling.

Jon was dumbfounded, did he just get kicked out of his own bed? He was so close to release, and now he must deal with…. Whatever this is.

Jon was angry he had not come, and annoyed with her presence so he probably could have been more diplomatic, but what came from his mouth was a "What the fuck is going on?" And Daenerys immediately shot him a glare of warning, Rhaenys did not even bother to move from her position.

Daenerys signalled for him to come closer, and he saw Rhaenys had fallen asleep again, that quickly. She was in Daenerys' arms, and had snuggled up into Dany's warmth. It was adorable to look at but left Jon extremely confused.

Daenerys signalled for Jon to come closer, and when he did she whispered, "Rhaenys has trouble sleeping sometimes, so she comes to sleep with me." Jon nodded his head, but then adjusted his breeches, his cock was still throbbing hard, he was so close to coming that his stones are now hurting that he got denied.

Jon heard Daenerys snickering at his predicament, so he glared at her, "If I pulled down my breeches, my stones would be blue." But his words had the opposite effect as Daenerys continued snickering quietly. Jon looked over to see Ghost still sleeping and let him be. Lucky beast.

Jon sighed exasperatedly, then turned and grabbed a tunic, he slipped it on then walked out the doors, annoyed he was losing sleep and time to himself. He was in a poor mood as he opened his doors, and Ser Barristan was standing there looking tired.

"Take me to Lord Varys' rooms Ser." Barristan simply nodded then proceeded down the halls. As they walked Jon thought of how fucking weird that was. Daenerys must have told Rhaenys that they had slept together the other night, and when she had seeked out Daenerys for some rest, she could not find her and assumed they were sleeping together. Jon hoped Rhaenys would not know what they were doing right before she came in, she seemed sort of out of it in fatigue so Jon hoped that helped.

They arrived at Varys' door and Jon banged on the door loudly, he heard some noises from inside, and Jon was hit with the smell of Varys' perfume as he opened the door slightly wearing one of his robes. "my Prince? For what can I do for you?" he was smiling as if Jon had not just awoken him in the midst of sleep. Such a weird person.

"My Wolf found a secret passage into my room last night, I want a detailed map of every secret tunnel, crevice, and passage in the Red Keep." Jon made sure to be firm in his words, this was important and Varys was the only person he knew that could possibly create such a map.

Varys nodded, "Of course, my Prince," Jon turned to leave, but looked back at the last moment, "I want it by the end of tomorrow, are we clear?" and once again Varys nodded in deference. Jon then strode off, Ser Barristan following, he was heading to the training yard as the tension and frustration from his morning had not yet worn off and he believed he would be able to work out some of his anger by striking at a training dummy.

Jon did just that, he took a training sword and without any real form and finesse just began fucking whacking the thing. Jon simply let his body tire, he worked up a little bit of a sweat, it was still morning so it was rather cool, but Jon just lost his mind in thought as he struck let his anger release.

It took a few moments but Jon was interrupted by a whistling, it was to a tune, and Jon turned to find who was making the noise. Prince Oberyn was leaning lazily on the fence that was around the training area, he was holding a training sword of his own and flashed Jon an understanding smile. "a light spar, my Prince?" and Jon saw that Oberyn's body language was very open. He had realized that Jon needed something to take his mind off of things and had provided a solution.

Jon gave Oberyn a grateful smile, then nodded, the pair starting to lightly swing at one another, neither landing any strikes just comfortably connecting swords. Oberyn spoke quietly and softly, "My sister would get into these same moods, when too much was happening so quickly and it overwhelmed her. I cannot imagine what you are going through my Prince." Jon was surprised, it was well known that Oberyn did not often voice experiences with his sister, the love he had for her forcing him into poor moods when he thinks of her. Jon was grateful that Oberyn was doing this for him.

"What did she do to get away from it all?" Jon spoke quietly as well, he wanted to ask something fair and innocent, nothing that would make Oberyn not want to share more information. Oberyn held a small smile, and Jon was relieved as he knew he got the question right. "Elia would take time to herself with friends, she made sure to surround herself with people she liked and trusted. Your Uncle, Ned Stark, was quite taken with one, the Lady Ashara Dayne?" Jon nodded, he knew the name, but Oberyn's advice was good, the time spent away from ruling would have to be times of peace and happiness for him, he would need to control that in his life if he wished for a lengthy reign.

Jon took Oberyn's advice to heart, he would need balance.

Regarding Oberyn's words, Jon responded, "Thank you for the advice Prince Oberyn, I will always remember it. As for Uncle Ned, he rarely spoke of the Rebellion, brought too many bad memories for him." Jon remembered times when Uncle Ned would have trouble simply looking at Jon, the resemblance to his sister coming to be too much sometimes. Oberyn probably related to it well.

Jon then noticed Ser Barristan coming towards them both, they had been sparring and conversing for quite a while, and it was past time he goes get ready for his coronation. Jon took a deep breath, closed his eyes then tilted his head to the clouds, taking the last moments of peace he would have for the day. He felt an arm rest on his shoulder, and opened his eyes to find Oberyn looking at him with a calm expression. Oberyn's calm, had Jon calming slightly, and Jon reached out to place a grateful hand on Oberyn's shoulder, the two sharing an air of understanding, before Jon quickly strode off, heading to the keep.

Jon quickly reached his chambers, hoping Daenerys and Rhaenys had vacated them but Jon was familiar with the route from the training yards to his rooms so it did not take long. His Grandmother was waiting for him outside. She did not look irritated but more… impatient, she clearly did like to be kept waiting. "good you are here," her face turned to disgust, "you smell of sweat," she rolled her eyes, "you must bathe and dress. We need you to look perfect today, I know you do not care much for it but it is important. There must be no flaws today, your first as King." She then smiled brightly, and placed her hands on Jon's shoulders, "You will be great today, my Dearest, do not fret. I will be with you the whole time." Those words reassured Jon. He gave her a weak smile, and she looked to want to hug him but she spoke again, "I would hug you but you smell and I am already dressed." Which caused Jon to let out a watery laugh, his emotions getting the best of him for a moment. His Grandmother cupped his cheek, then gave him a look that oozed strength and power, and Jon nodded, understanding her silent words.

Jon headed inside to clean up and found a bath waiting for him, he quickly bathed, washing all the sweat, dirt and overall grime from his body, cleaning out his hair thoroughly. He then dressed quickly. His dark grey dress breeches, Black leather boots that matched his black sword belt. His tunic was black with red threading, a Targaryen dragon on one shoulder, and a Stark Direwolf on the other. He fastened it all together with a pitch black light cloak.

Jon then sat down, and poured himself a goblet of wine, he knew he had sometime before he was needed, but he was immediately anxious. He hated waiting and needed something to do to pull him out of his thoughts.

Jon was relieved when he saw his door open, and Viserys' head poke through, Viserys saw Jon was dressed and opened the door fully, he then waved back into the hallway. Viserys was followed by Robb, Oberyn, Loras, Garlan, Renly and to Jon's surprise his and Robb's old friend from the Vale, Harrold Hardyng.

Jon greeted all of the men, pouring wine and gathering chairs, he gave Viserys' a brotherly clap on the shoulder in thanks, and Viserys gave an understanding smile. The conversation between the men was easy, they spoke of past experiences and the different types of drink they liked, but when eight men and alcohol were mixed the conversation usually turned towards lovers.

Oberyn began, immediately boasting about how Dornish women made the best lovers, there was not very much argument put up regarding that subject because no one else there had ever had a Dornish lover. It was when Oberyn questioned Harrold did things get more interesting. "I heard that you got a bastard on a serving girl?" and there was a quick silence, before Oberyn spoke again, he shrugged "I will not judge, I have seven bastard daughters myself." And Jon snorted, which made Oberyn look towards him with a smile.

Jon would not judge Harrold either, he had come inside Val enough times for her to get pregnant, but it simply never came to be. Harrold replied slowly, "Yes actually, her name is Mya, she's just over a year old." And Jon, held his glass up in a cheer, giving him congratulations. Harrold acknowledged Jon's celebration, but Oberyn spoke again, "Good for you! Daughters are better than sons," and Jon could only silently laugh at that, leave it to Oberyn to want the complete opposite of all Lords of Westeros.

The conversation took a different turn when Renly spoke in Viserys' direction, "my Prince, I do not believe I have congratulated you on your betrothal, your children will rule Sunspear and Summerhall someday." That was most likely true, the heir to Summerhall was a circumstantial position and Viserys recognized it. "Thank you, My Lord, but Jae, Rhaenys or Daenerys could have a babe before me if Arianne and I have trouble birthing. It is not unheard of." There was a general acceptance of his statement, and Jon raised his glass again, "To happy marriages and healthy babes." The men around the table repeated, before they each drank.

Garlan then spoke up, the opportunity of marriages and babes being the topic of conversation, he quickly asked, "Made any decisions about a Queen yet my Prince?" and Jon shot a dry look in Garlan's direction, "Aye, I actually have." This caused the table to all look confused in Jon's direction, all of the attention was on him. "There is a serving girl, here in the Red Keep, I believe she is a Frey," there was some awkward silence, but Jon looked around the table, then continued, "She goes by the name of Gatehouse, you've all heard of her surely?" Jon stayed completely deadpan the entire time, but when he finished his sentence he let out a big smile, the rest of the men in the room laughing along with him.

Jon then shot Garlan a look when the laughter stopped, "You will know when I decide, when I decide m'Lord." And Garlan sent a nod in deference. The conversation after that flowed easily, laughs and insults were shared. Oberyn often on the end of both, it was a good atmosphere and the men were being open and honest. Jon knew that if he asked some questions regarding the future, he would get honest answers.

Jon took a deep breath, then spoke, "In the future during my reign, if I were to enforce a law, where all children under the age of ten were to be educated in reading, writing and arithmetic, how would I do it and what would the reaction be." He took in the reactions of his friends. They all looked to be thinking, caught a little bit off guard from the question. Robb spoke first, "it is a good idea, it will help our future heirs." Then Harrold chimed in, "It will help feed the economy as well. Smarter people means more efficient work." Jon was happy with those two opinions; they were positive reactions.

Renly then took a turn to chime in, "it would be expensive, but how would you enforce it?" another good point, an obstacle to climb, and then Oberyn spoke his words cutting through the idea. "How would you have every child travel to their teachers? Broke farmers in the middle of the country would be unable to afford to send their children anywhere." And that was Jon's largest problem, disregarding his intent to alienate the Seven, he needed a way to make the place to learn accessible to everyone.

Jon noticed that neither Tyrell had spoken and they were having an unspoken conversation between the two. Jon looked towards Loras, and raised a questioning eyebrow, Loras responded quickly, "Our sister actually had a similar idea in Highgarden," Loras paused to look at Garlan again, "she spends a lot of time with the commoners trying to improve their lives whenever she can." That was a surprise to Jon. He expected Margaery to think the commoners beneath her. It was pleasing to hear, even if Jon suspected they were speaking of their sister to influence Jon. Either way, it was a good thing, anyone who tried to change the lives of others for the better was a good person in Jon's eyes.

The boys were then interrupted by a knock on the door, Jon called for them to come in, and Daenerys and Rhaenys stepped through the entry way. They were dressed extremely fancy, and each looked absolutely magisterial, like two Goddesses had taken human form. Jon felt his heart clench with happiness at the sight of them, he made sure to smile bright, showing his appreciation of them both.

Jon also noticed the appreciation they were receiving from the other men in the room. Jon cleared his throat loudly, and the guys looked at him. With a nod towards the door, they all stood, exchanging greetings with Dany and Rhaenys and goodbyes with him. Jon saw Oberyn speak some quiet words to Rhaenys, they're niece-uncle relationship explaining their closeness. Once the doors were closed again, Jon gestured for them to sit, he poured two more goblets of wine, and was surprised when Rhaenys sat right in his lap, side on, so her face was pressed into the side of Jon's neck.

Jon widened his eyes in Daenerys' direction but she looked fine with the exchange so Jon relaxed some more. "I cannot possible describe how beautiful the both of you look, truly," Jon began, he saw a slight blush cover Daenerys cheeks, but Rhaenys replied "Thank you Jae, we have to look the part today as well," she tapped his cheek with two fingers, "just like you do." Jon had to give her that, they had to play the role of perfect princesses today, the image of all of them was important.

Jon then asked Daenerys and Rhaenys the same question he asked his friends, he wished for their opinions on a new education system in Westeros. Something that would be expensive but help everyone in the future. Rhaenys replied first, "it is a good idea, future heirs will have less problems." Jon agreed with her on that front.

Daenerys' words soothed him further, "It will work if you make it the Lord of each castles responsibility, the more specific the better." That was something Jon had not thought of yet, Daenerys really was extremely intelligent. She continued as well, "is this what you meant when you said you would be 'redistributing the balances of power', you wish to give more power to commoners?"

Jon shook his head, "No, in order to prevent another Mad King, I wish to implement council's with voting rights. No longer will one man make all the decisions; the leaders vote will just hold the most weight." Daenerys and Rhaenys took in his words, he had not spoken of his plans as of yet, but he felt comfortable setting some plans in motion with his family before he would wear his crown.

Once again Rhaenys was the first to reply, "that will take some time Jae, Lords will not like their power being taken away." Jon knew that, it was something he would have to consistently work towards, but Jon felt that if he was able to influence the newer generation, people of his age, then it would work further in his favour when they would rise to become Lords and Ladies respectively.

Daenerys once again took a bit longer than Rhaenys to reply, but her words were concise, "it is smart Jae, but that would mean for alliances to hold power over others. It would not be an unbiased vote if the people making it would be open to other influences." Jon accepted her point, but countered it, "Would that necessarily be a bad thing? It would just mean the majority would be doing the best possible thing for their people?" And Jon noticed Daenerys nod, then hold a small smile at his point.

Jon wished to create a Westeros where there would be no wars, no greed, only peace, if he was to have a representative from each Kingdom, vote on hiscouncil, while each Kingdom had their own specific council, it would only create a Westeros that would emphasize the quality of life for all people.

If some councils of other Kingdoms would become corrupt and unjust, then Jon could step in, but he really believed this would be a good solution. He would have to speak about it to Grandmother, hopefully she was not firm in her ways and would think clearly on the situation. She was the only person he could really turn to with advice for ruling the Kingdom, she had not changed anything during her reign as regent, but all that was required of her was to stabilize. Jon did not wish to stabilize, he wished to mold Westeros to a better place in the future.

A silence settled over the three of them, Rhaenys and Daenerys clearly taking in what Jon had said, they did not look to be completely against or for the ideas, but their neutral silence was a good sign for Jon, it just meant that they were thinking through the propositions.

They were interrupted from their thoughts by a loud knock, Jon recognizing the voice of Ser Gerold, "It is time, my Prince, Princesses." Jon sat still for a few moments. He felt Rhaenys rise, but Jon closed his eyes and took a long deep breath, centering himself and ensuring the anxiety of the day would stay rooted. He felt a hand grip onto his left, and he reopened his eyes to see Daenerys looking down at him, her soft understanding smile giving him strength.

Jon smiled back, then rose, offering Dany, then Rhaenys his arms, then strode out of his chambers, ready to finally become King.

Jon opened the doors to his room, holding it for Ghost, Daenerys and Rhaenys to step through, then followed the pair, he was greeted then by most of the Kingsguard, four knights dressed in their finest armour, all of it perfectly polished and shiny, Jon smiled, as soon as he set his crown on, these knights would be his Kingsguard, and he was unbelievably grateful for these men who have dedicated their lives to him. Jon still needed to speak to them in altering their vows, but he would be making other changes to the Kingsguard as well, Jon needed his family to grow, and having only seven knights covering more than seven Targaryens would be inadequate.

Ser Gerold gave him a quick appraisal then nodded, while Ser Arthur and Ser Oswell held a large smile. Rhaegar was one of their best friends, it only made sense for them to be happy to see his son on the throne finally. Lastly Ser Barristan took vigil next to Daenerys and Rhaenys. The four, taking their positions and walking with the three of them and Ghost towards the Great hall.

Daenerys and Rhaenys walked in front of him, and Jon really could not believe how good each of them looked, it certainly took his mind off of things, as the overwhelming responsibility he would be stepping into would be his as soon as that crown was placed on his head. Jon just focused on the sway of each of their arses, not even really bothered if he was caught looking. He felt Ghost's fur in his fingers, and gripped it, grateful that his loyal companion was by his side for these tense moments. Ghost would ground him.

The group quickly reached the entrance to the hall, and Grandmother and Viserys were waiting. Grandmother quickly rushed forward to bring him into an embrace, Jon hugged her back, but took a moment to school his emotions before facing her again, he needed to be strong.

Grandmother separated from him, and Jon took her in, she looked ethereal, and Jon voiced his thoughts, "you look beautiful Grandmother, there is no one else I'd rather have by my side today." And he saw love reflected in her eyes, and it made Jon smile which she returned.

Viserys came over and clapped him on the shoulder in a brotherly fashion, Jon then brought him into a hug, Viserys then jested, "Is there something going on today that I do not know about?" and Jon laughed. He was grateful for his Uncle, but Viserys seemed grateful for him as well, Viserys also held a sort of nervous energy, like he was more excited than Jon was. It made sense as his betrothal to Arianne would be official today.

Jon took one last look at Rhaenys and Daenerys, Rhaenys came and hugged him first, and she whispered into his ear, "I'm happy for you brother, let us rule," and then stepped back. Daenerys came forward and said, "I have faith in you Jae, you will make a Great King," and Jon appreciated both of their words, but he knew it was time.

Jon took Grandmother's arm, and walked behind Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan as they opened the doors for them. Jon was met with a massive crowd of people, there was no seats, so everyone was standing but the Gold cloaks kept order. Targaryen banners were everywhere, and to Jon's delight there was some Stark ones as well.

Jon listened as the herald introduced them all, and silenced persisted in the hall. Jon looked over the crowd to see all of the Great Families in attendance, and was comforted that his Stark family was at the front, seeing their faces brought some needed relief, Daenerys had decided accordingly. Jon passed the throne, and saw the High Septon waiting, he then escorted Grandmother to her spot, and saw Viserys, Daenerys, and Rhaenys settle next to her.

Jon took the steps to the throne, and paused at the top, he clicked his tongue for Ghost to come, and waited for his wolf to settle next to him. Ghost did without problem, but the High Septon was surprised to say the least, his eyes widened to the amount it was comical, and Jon smiled at the man, as did most of the people in the crowd.

Jon took his knees in front of the throne, facing the crowd, and he looked into the faces that were present. His Targaryen and Stark family was to his right, the Vale, and Dornish lords behind them. Then on the other side he spotted the Reach, West, Storm and towards the back Crown lords. In front of him, were people he had learnt of and respected by the Maester in Winterfell, but now he would be leading them.

Jon turned to look towards the high Septon, and he was holding the crown of Jaehaerys the first, the simple gold band, with the seven coloured gemstones placed within the band. He had simply assumed he would take the same crown as the Mad King, but it seemed his Grandmother had changed plans. He looked over at her, and she was beaming in pride, he would have to speak of the crown to her afterwards.

Jon felt the High Septon come behind him, he held the crown over top of Jon's head, and spoke some words of prayer and encouragement. Jon kept his hand buried in Ghost's fur, but largely ignored the High Septon, as nice as his words probably were, Jon did not care for the encouragement of a person he did not necessarily appreciate nor care for. Jon kept his eyes closed and said his own prayer, one he had learnt from Uncle Ned, a prayer of the Old Gods, the Old Gods had always represented peace to him, and right now peace of mind was needed.

Jon felt the crown touch his head, it felt good, settling nicely around his head, his thick head of hair filling it out. He started listening again to hear the High Septon speaking the titles, "Jaehaerys of the House Targaryen and Stark, Third of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms." There was a pregnant pause, and then the High Septon called out, "Long may he reign!" and the resounding roar from the crowd repeating the sentiment was genuine. It was then followed by a loud applause.

Jon stood, and Ghost stood with him, the applause continuing, he looked towards his family and saw his Grandmother shedding tears of happiness, he looked towards the Starks and saw them all smiling bright, but his Uncle Ned was the most emotional he had ever seen him, his face contorted in a happy yet reflecting smile.

Jon smiled widely at them both, then accepted the applause for a moment, merely taking it all in. After a few moments he turned, and walked to the throne, giving the High Septon a nod, and urging Ghost to follow.

Jon reached the throne, but turned to look at his Grandmother one more time, but when he turned to look his eyes met Daenerys' and she gave him a firm nod, as if saying 'go on' and Jon knew right then that his life was about to change, but he would have his family with him the entire time. Daenerys' actions only confirmed it.

He put his hands on either side of the Throne, feeling the rough edges of the swords, but he then turned and sat, gesturing for Ghost to lie down at his feet, Jon took his first look at his great hall from the throne, and everyone in the room simultaneously took a knee, their loyalty once again being reaffirmed to the crown. It was a big moment and Jon now had the loyalty of the Great Houses of Westeros officially.

Everyone then stood when Jon gestured for them to rise, and the people in the hall had started mingling, they were speaking and chatting with one another, some more animated then others but most of the people were just genuinely enjoying themselves. He looked to his family and saw that the Starks and Targaryens were actually speaking to one another, Sansa, Arya and Robb speaking with Daenerys and Rhaenys while Viserys and Grandmother were speaking with Uncle Ned and Aunt Cat.

The first person to reaffirm their loyalty personally was the Grand Maester. Pycelle hobbled up the steps his links clanking as he walked, and gave Jon a slight bow. Jon barely acknowledged it but the man walked off. A few more people did the same, Jon recognized a few of them but had never spoken to them, they simply bowed, and went on their way.

Jon was then approached by his Grandmother, she smiled bright, she looked so proud and prideful it made Jon's chest squeeze in happiness. She then took up her position as hand of the King next to Jon. As she took her position, Jon noticed Ser Gerold make his way over to her, and he watched as he presented Grandmother with the badge of the Hand of the King.

Jon was uncertain why the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard would have it, but he watched as Grandmother's jaw dropped, she quickly composed herself, and thanked Ser Gerold, then slid the pin on over her collarbone, Jon grinned widely at her and she gave him a smug one back. It was a lovely moment, and Jon would not forget her face when she saw the pin again for the first time.

Jon turned his focus back to the people approaching him, some more blank faces came forward to bow, Lord Varys and Petyr Baelish, then a couple of lords of the Crown lands. Jon looked over the crowd and saw Viserys with Arianne as they should be, while Daenerys and Rhaenys were mingling with multiple people. Rhaenys was with Renly, the two looking to be getting along swimmingly, while Daenerys was speaking with Myrcella and Tommen, and that made him smile, hopefully Daenerys would get along with the Lannister pair.

Jon was then approached by the Stark family, Uncle Ned came first and bowed, but Jon did not want to let him leave without acknowledging him. "Uncle Ned, I cannot begin to display my thanks for you, you raised me to be the man I am today, and without you and Aunt Cat, I would not be sitting here." Ned looked to be holding in his emotions, but he smiled, "Thank you Jon, I know your Mother would be proud." And that made Jon smile bright, seeing his vision blur slightly, trying to hold in his happy tears. He felt his Grandmother grip his hand, and he looked up at her, but she was looking at Uncle Ned, she looked back towards him and said "I know your father would be proud too," and Jon could not stop himself from standing and pulling her into an embrace, quickly brining Uncle Ned into the hug as well.

The three of them certainly made for an odd sight, the three of them emotional and openly showing affection in front of all of the people in the room but Jon could not find himself to care. Jon had a gaping hole in his heart regarding his parents, both dying before or as he was born, he never really had the love of a parent the same way others did. Uncle Ned and Aunt Cat did their best, and loved him plenty, but he was not one of their own, they would always love a son or daughter more than a nephew.

Jon had to come to terms with that, and it hardened him emotionally, but whenever his parents were mentioned, he simply wanted to live up to the noble Prince Rhaegar and the Wild wolf of Winterfell in Lyanna.

The three of them separated, and Jon was holding back his tears, he took a few deep breaths and settled. He saw that the eyes of both his Uncle and Grandmother were similar to his. He wiped at his eyes, making sure they were clear when he stepped away from them.

As he stepped away he noticed that a small hush had taken over the hall, most of the people looking up towards them. Jon sent the crowd a glare, annoyed.

Jon quickly schooled his features, taking on an unemotional mask, he gripped his Uncle's arm, and kissed his Grandmother's hand before he sat back on the Throne, the small moment between the three of them ruined.

Jon remained completely unemotional the rest of the time, his face was set into an icy mask. No matter who stepped towards him, Jon remained impassive, nodding and giving gentle words when needed. The need for him to stay unemotional was important because of everyone seeing him show emotion with Uncle Ned and Grandmother, he could not show favouritism and he could not show weakness. It was weird treating people he would consider his friends or people he had grown close with since he arrived to Kings Landing so indifferently but it was necessary.

After sitting on the throne for almost two hours accepting the loyalty from all of the great Lords in attendance, Jon called a halt, his arse was hurting and he could not give a fuck if people wanted to continue to gossip. Jon left with his Grandmother, escorting her out, Ghost, Viserys, Arianne, Daenerys and Rhaenys following.

Once they stepped through the doors Jon immediately stretched out his muscles, him doing this forced everyone else to pause behind him, and they created a small group, Jon look towards Viserys and Arianne, "Go, be back in time for the feast," Viserys bowed and Arianne curtseyed and they left in the direction of the Gardens.

Jon then looked towards Daenerys and Rhaenys, "you two can go as well, I am tired and planning on napping, I was awoken very early this morning." Rhaenys nodded and surprisingly said nothing as she headed towards her rooms, she must have planned something. Daenerys remained for a few moments, shooting Jon a look of concern. So Jon continued, "If you wish to speak come with me to my rooms," and she nodded, with a gentle smile. Jon then looked towards his Grandmother, but she spoke before he could, "Any orders for me my King?" smiling sweetly. Jon smiled back at her, "Of course not, but I do wish for you to rest as well, you stood by my side, go and rest your feet." She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, "A very favourable order my dearest," she then turned and walked in the direction of her chambers, Jon put his elbow out for Daenerys, she took it and Ghost lead them to his chambers, Ser Oswell and Ser Arthur in tow.

Once they made it into his chambers, Ghost immediately went towards the food that was set out and Jon fed Ghost whatever he wanted, eating some food to ease his own hunger as well. He offered some to Daenerys and she ate a few bites citing she would eat more at the feast. Jon then stripped himself of his cloak, but as he went to take his cloak off, he realized that his crown was stuck in his hair and it cause for a painful tug. Truthfully he forgot his crown was on, the weight becoming nothing but an afterthought after a while.

Daenerys chuckled at him, but came over to help him, she pulled his hand until he sat in a chair, then stood in front of him as she began to untangle the crown from his hair. Jon leaned forward and rested his forehead against her stomach, closing his eyes and breathing in Daenerys' soft perfume. It was a rather intimate moment, and these were happening more and more between him and Daenerys, it was so domestic that Jon could see it happening again and again and again.

Jon then remembered the look they shared when Jon was about to sit on the throne, he may not have done it purposefully but he seeked Daenerys' eyes, and Daenerys' approval when he was about to sit himself down on the throne. Thinking back on it, he pictured her standing there beside him, looking regal and royal in a crown of her own. It was something that deeply appealed to him.

Jon felt Daenerys move the crown from his head, but she did not move him, she cupped the back of his head, bringing it closer and just continued to run her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

Jon looked at the situation in a careful way, Daenerys had proven herself to be someone intelligent and smart, with the realm as a whole as something she cared for. She was quiet and thoughtful but was unafraid to speak her mind, and even spoke up when she thought Jon was doing something wrong. Daenerys had just watched him sit on the throne for the first time, and she was immediately concerned for him, not fake congratulating him or requesting something from him. She came with him to care for him, to help him remove his royal persona and then looked to comfort him. Jon knew as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, her very presence calming him that, Daenerys was to be Queen.

Jon turned his head up, so his chin was pressed against her stomach, instead of leaning into her, he pulled Daenerys so she was standing between his spread legs. It was an odd angle, with the underside of her bust blocking the bottom half of her face, but Jon could see her eyes, and they were looking at him with a gentle awe. She leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to his lips, she stood up again but continued to look at him, then spoke, "How are you feeling?"

Jon was feeling fine, he had just sat on the Throne for the first time, his life had completely lead up to this point, but the moment he shared with his Grandfather and Uncle was ruined, so he was slightly bitter about that but he had just been made certain that he would accept Daenerys as his queen and he was ecstatic for the future they would share, the overwhelming joy sparked through his blood and he could not hold back the biggest smile.

Daenerys saw his happiness and his white teeth and looked at him with pride and love. Jon was overwhelmed with the mix of positive emotions flowing through to him, and he could not come up with a proper way to tell her, so he hugged her close, still looking up at her, she wrapped her arms completely around his head, and once again trying not to shed tears, in a deep voice full of emotion he stated, "My Queen."

Jon watched the emotions cross Daenerys' face, but the last one that she settled on was confusion, "Jae?" prompting him to explain. "When I took the throne, our eyes met, you were standing to the side, but in that moment I knew that you should be standing beside me." Jon paused, he reached up to wipe away some tears that had fallen from Daenerys' eyes, "I am certain within time I will love you," Jon paused again to swallow, his emotions getting the best of him, "you will make a perfect queen."

Daenerys reaction was to nod fervently, her emotions getting the best of her as well, she then began placing kisses all across Jon's face, Jon was smiling so much his cheeks hurt, he reached up to wipe the happy tears from Daenerys from her cheeks. Daenerys spoke for the first time and she jested, "Now I feel even guiltier about this morning," letting out a watery laugh afterwards, Jon laughing along with her.

Jon then pulled her down for a kiss, and it was a soft slow kiss, their tongues meeting and dueling, as they kissed, Daenerys went down onto her knees, she was kneeling between his legs as he leaned down to kiss her now.

Jon separated from the kiss and cupped her face, he had not gotten a specific answer from her so he smiled bright, "Do you accept your new position?" and Daenerys hit him on the arm. "Of course, Jaehaerys, now kiss me." And he did just that, reconnecting their lips to continue their affection.

Once again, Jon's mind began to race, he should definitely tell Daenerys of all of his plans before she formally accepts, she would probably have to share him, and without the influence of his own parents he would need a lot of help when it came to parenting their own children. It was to be a complicated life, and to have a complicated husband, Jon had more faith in Daenerys handling it then he did in himself.

Daenerys seemed to notice his mind was elsewhere while they kissed and separated, she looked insecure for a moment but steeled herself, "Already having second thoughts?" she jested, but Jon recognized that he needed to reassure her, he would not have her doubting herself because of him. "Absolutely not, but we really need to speak before you formally accept. There are a lot of caveats to marrying me." Daenerys nodded seriously, and she looked to speak again but Jon shushed her with a kiss, then spoke again, "We can handle that later, let us enjoy the moment." Daenerys nodded and smiled, Jon leaned down to reconnect their lips. The view Jon had of Daenerys was incredible, she was on her knees between his legs, her hands settling high up on his thighs, but he looked down and her breasts were nearly on full display, he was looking down her dress, which was already rather low cut, and Jon had the burning desire to kiss and lick and suck on her fleshy orbs. She looked glorious.

Daenerys must have noticed where he was looking, and she gave him a heated look, then pulled the straps down off of her dress, letting her tits free, and Jon pounced, He kissed her hard again, then put his hands under her arms so she would stand, keeping their lips connected, kissing passionately, Jon reached for her teats, cupping them, then pinching her pretty pink peaks.

Daenerys moaned into his mouth, and Jon reached around her with both hands, he cupped her arse, then slid his hands lower, picking her up off of her feet, Daenerys yelped, but as Jon walked the both of them towards his bed, she began to untie the tunic he was wearing, attempting to pull it off as they walked.

Jon unceremoniously dumped Daenerys onto the bed, he took a second to take her in, Daenerys' kiss bruised lips, her neck, ears and cheeks red with beard burn. Her creamy white neck, leading down to her torso, her perky breasts capped with pink peaks. The thing that had Jon feeling so happy, was that her violet eyes were showing lust and love, Jon wanted to paint her, and hold this picture of her next to his heart for the rest of his life.

Jon pulled off his tunic, but left his breeches on, he then kissed up Daenerys body, he started at her feet, then planted wet kisses up her calves, shifting the skirt of her dress out of the way, he kissed up her leg, and saw a wet patch on her small clothes, she was wet. Jon could feel her impatience, her body vibrating with sexual want, but Jon continued to kiss up her inner thigh, then removed himself from her skirts, kissing along where her dress had folded over. Jon heard Daenerys moan, but her impatience was felt when she clawed her hands into Jon's hair, pulling on it roughly.

Jon chuckled heavily, liking the effect he had on her, but he continued to take it slow, planting a few kisses around her belly button, then running his nose along the underside of her breasts, the soft skin there feeling good against this face. He carefully avoided her peaks, then placed wet kisses in between her breasts, then doing the same across her collarbones. When he pulled away from her, she was breathing heavily through her nose, her cheeks, neck and ears were bright red in arousal, the buildup proving to be much for her.

Jon chuckled, the teasing had worked, she looked about ready to burst. He planted a quick kiss on her lips, but then pulled away as she chased. She then spoke determinedly, "Jaehaerys if you do not touch me you will be losing a Queen." The fierceness to which she spoke had Jon surprised, he leaned down to place a firm kiss on her lips, this time staying and accepting her plunging her tongue into his mouth, returning the affection. Jon pulled away, but stayed close, "now you know how I felt this morning," leaning in to kiss her again, but he felt her exasperation through a huff against his lips.

Jon then quickly, dipped down her body and licked along her teat, then latched his lips around the pebbled peak, his hand reaching over to pinch the other, Daenerys moaned loudly, finally getting some relief. He stayed to suck on her teats for a few moments, reveling in how her breathing settled and her moans continued. She had a hand in his hair, directing his mouth, where and how she wanted to be sucked, and Jon obliged.

Jon then pulled away from her, and began kissing down her body, he dipped under her skirts, and immediately pushed his fingers along her cunt. Jon was so hard, with his other hand he reached down to palm at his own cock, finding some relief for himself, but Daenerys' hands raking along his back had him refocusing on her.

Jon pulled her small clothes aside, the flimsy material sliding out of the way, and for the first time Jon was seeing Dany's perfect cunt. It was pretty and pink, the same colour as her lips, she was well trimmed, just a small patch of hair at the top of her pussy. As he parted the outer folds to slide his fingers onto her, Daenerys moaned loud, and sank her hands deeper into his back, and hair. Jon focused his attentions on her clit, leaning in to lick and suck at it, tasting his future Queen's cunt.

Jon kept sucking at her clit, Daenerys' moans growing in volume, he then pushed a finger inside of her, and her pussy sucked it in, the warm wet heat pulling him deeper. He proceeded to eat at her and finger her, but when Daenerys' moans stopped for her to say, "Another nephew…. Another finger," he added a second, and it was moments later when Daenerys peaked, her cunt leaking fluids in to his mouth and hand as she moaned as loud as he had ever heard her.

Jon pulled himself out from her skirts, watching her chest rise and fall, Daenerys met his eyes, and smiled tiredly, Jon smiled back, then wiped off her essence, meeting her eyes and bringing his fingers into his mouth. Daenerys' eyes widened when he mmmm'd, showing his like of her taste. She tasted sweet and tart, a tasty treat.

Jon then settled on top of her, making sure to keep his weight light on her, their bare torso's touching completely, her tits squished up against his chest. They shared some soft kisses as she recovered, her breathing still not settled. "you taste good Auntie." Jon said, lust coating his words.

Daenerys' eyes hooded in arousal, she then spoke lust dripping from her words as well, "turn over, I wish to taste you." And Jon hurriedly obeyed, wondering what she would do. Jon laid on his back, and Daenerys lied on top of him, she began placing kisses on his face again, then his lips. Jon quickly spoke, "you better not tease me, this morning was torture," Daenerys only nodded.

Jon's cock was confined in his breeches, it was straining the leathers, and Daenerys palmed at it, rubbing along the length of it. Jon repositioned himself so he was no longer lying flat on his back, he scooted up the bed, so his back was in the pillows, sitting nearly upright against the headboard. He wanted a good view of whatever his Aunt would do to him. Daenerys then pulled at his waistband, undoing the buttons, she pulled his breeches over his hips, his small clothes coming with them. Jon let out a sigh as his cock was freed, and Daenerys immediately settled her hand on it, stroking slowly.

Jon moaned, and felt Daenerys place one last kiss on his lips before she kissed down his chest, placing wet kisses across his torso, he settled a hand into her hair, just waiting for her to act. Daenerys continued to stroke his cock, her hand taking up about a third of the length, some pre-cum leaked out the top and she used it as lubricant, running her hand across the head to wet her hand further.

Daenerys then pushed his thighs apart, settling between them, Jon watched as she ran the tip of his cock across her face, planting soft kisses on the underside of it, continuing to stroke. Jon was not one to brag, but he had a fairly large cock, it easily covered about a third of Daenerys' face in thickness, and the length nearly reached from her chin to her hair line.

Daenerys continued to kiss it, stroking his foreskin, she added her tongue, sliding it up and down the sides of him. Jon moaned loudly, she was very good at this. This was made further evident when Daenerys took him into her mouth, she sucked in the head, the wet heat of her mouth making Jon moan again.

Daenerys then went to work, taking more and more of Jon's cock into her mouth, sucking at it as she wanted, and Jon was in heaven. If this was what he was getting with her as queen he'd marry her tomorrow. Daenerys bobbed and bobbed her head, using her spit as lubricant as she continuously sucked and licked at Jon's cock.

Daenerys then pulled all the way off, gave Jon a filthy smile while meeting his eyes, "How am I doing nephew?" and Jon could have come right there, but he gripped her hair, directing her back onto his cock. She immediately took as much of it as she could, and Jon watched as she swallowed, pulling him further down her throat, deep throating him a few extra inches, while she continued to stroke the extra few inches with her hand.

Jon could feel his balls boiling, the beginnings of his climax beginning, Daenerys held him in her throat for a few moments, and then pulled off, saliva connecting between him and her lips, as if Daenerys could read his mind, she dipped beneath his cock to pull one of his stones into her mouth. Still stroking his now very wet cock.

"Dany… please," Jon was very close, and he needed his release. She looked up at him, and seeing the impatience in his face, she doubled down on his cock, working both hands, one fondling his stones while the other stroked him along with her mouth. Within seconds Jon was on the brink of release, and he let her know vocally, "Fuck Dany… i'm…gonna come." And to Jon's surprise, instead of pulling off so he could come on his sheets, Daenerys took him back into her mouth, and Jon exploded.

Jon came and came, shooting probably six or seven heavy bursts of come into her mouth, the entire time their eyes were connected, and Jon had not thought he had ever been a part of something so erotic in his life. He watched as his thick cock, spurted his seed into his Aunt's mouth, as her eyes displayed the lust and affection she held for him.

Once he finished, he lied back, breathing heavily, and Daenerys rose above him, and let out a large swallow, the sound making Jon's eyes connect to hers once again. Daenerys opened her mouth, to show that she did indeed swallow his seed, then fell on top of him, both of them breathing heavily, but catching their breath. Daenerys' wildness sexually surprised him, but it was a pleasant surprise, one he would certainly not complain about.

Jon wrapped his arms around her, and shifted so that they would be lying side by side, and once they were face to face again, she leaned forward and kissed him, Jon made sure to keep his mouth closed, as her lips had just been on his cock and she huffed at him, pouting adorably.

Jon then thought about it and asked, "where did youlearn to do that?" his Northern accent coming through. Daenerys shrugged, "Rhaenys is Dornish and has Dornish cousins, they tell stories." Jon accepted her answer, truthfully he did not mind if she had been with a man but he had confirmed her being a maiden when he had his fingers in her cunt, he had pushed against her maidenhead.

After getting crowned and sitting on the throne for the first time, then receiving the best blowjob of his life, Jon almost immediately fell asleep as he settled into the pillows. Daenerys' eyes had similarly been drooping, but Jon reached across to cup her face, he let out a deep hum to get her attention, and her hooded eyes connected with his, "My Queen," he spoke softly. Daenerys reached up to grab his hand, a soft smile gracing her lips before she closed her eyes. Jon doing the same.

Jon

Jon awoke alone, he had expected that, the feast was soon, and Daenerys' internal clock probably had her waking so she could prepare to get ready. Jon looks over across his bed and sees a note on the pillow Daenerys was sleeping on. 'Had to go get ready for the feast, see you soon, my King.' It was nice of her to leave a note, but Jon would have figured it out if she had not.

Jon turned over onto his back, letting his arms stretch out, his back and neck muscles stretching as he spreads out. He then lies back on his pillow, looking straight up at the ceiling, Jon sank deeper into his plush mattress.

Jon had just committed to a Queen, and it felt good, he was further securing his reign, and securing the future of House Targaryen when he eventually pumps a baby into his Aunt. Taking Dany as a wife was perfect, but he knows the Lords and Ladies will be upset that they are not securing an alliance with the royal family. It's not like Jon had a lot of people to work with, the Royal family that are able to have children are at four, and with Jon needing to take a Targaryen wife to continue the Targaryen bloodline it changed to three. Including himself.

He might be able to use their small numbers to his advantage though. If he were to marry Rhaenys off to a second son, then he could possibly convince them to have their children's name be Targaryen.

That had Jon thinking, his sister was strong willed and overbearing, but she was not stupid. Considering how well her and Renly Baratheon got along, they would be able to be husband and wife without a problem, with Rhaenys likely controlling the relationship. Jon would only have to send Loras as the Kingsguard to protect Rhaenys, Then Rhaenys would practically run the castle herself. An extremely loyal sister in a castle that he chose would be a massive boon for Jon.

The more Jon thought about it, the more it made sense. The Targaryen name would grow, the only problem was that Renly and Rhaenys were unlikely to conceive considering Renly would rather have the company of a man then a woman. Jon could solve that problem with his own cock, but he was uncertain on whether Rhaenys would want that. Jon would do nearly anything to have her be happy as he sent her away but it would be necessary for his reign and to further secure the Targaryen family. Being King required making tough decisions, but Jon certainly did not want sending away his sister to be one of the first.

Jon could do other things first, like fixing the Kingsguard, or fixing the corruption in Kings Landing. That was actually something that could go together. Jon wished to expand the Kingsguard a good amount, but if he were to assign these knights to double their duty as part of the City Watch he would need to have one of the Kingsguard to lead the fight against corruption in the capital. That would be moving in the right direction, someone whose loyalty could not be bought in charge of the City Watch? Perfect.

Having Loras sworn in as Kingsguard tonight at the feast would be a good thing, the Kingsguard would once again be seven and he could immediately take on his new role. Jon stood and slid his small clothes and breeches back on, he noticed that there still was a lot of time before the feast would begin, so he went and opened his door. He spotted Ser Jonothor standing guard. "Gather your brothers and bring them here, I would like to speak to all of you, have other Targaryen guards, guard my family in the meantime." The Ser shot him a look of confusion but asked, "and who will guard you? My King" Jon shrugged, "Ghost is here, go"

And Ser Jonothor nodded and went to do his task.

Jon went back inside and cleaned himself up in the wash basin. Wiping off his face and navel, the dried sweat and left over release of him and Daenerys being washed off. He put on a new tunic, then put on his sword belt, taking Longclaw and then putting on his cloak again, taking on the Kingly persona once more. Within a few moments, there was a knock on the door, and the Lord commander called out, "my King, you wished to see us?" and Jon called out welcoming the men inside.

The six of them walked in bowing, Jon gestured for them to take seats, and they did. Jon spoke, "At tonight's feast, I need one of you to swear Ser Loras into the Kingsguard." Most of the men nodded but Ser Gerold looked confused, "Your Grace, you can swear him in?" and Jon shook his head, "I am not knighted, it would make me feel better if one of you did it, so nobody could question his oaths." A unanimous acceptance from the men.

"I do not care which one of you do it, so decide now." Jon looked across the table, and there was silence. The silence held for a few seconds, but then Ser Arthur spoke, "your Grace, as none of us squired him, it is ultimately your decision," Jon knew that, but he wanted someone to take initiative. "Good, this is something I wish to speak on." He paused so his words settled. "No longer will the Kingsguard be blindly loyal, the six of you were present during the worst of the Mad King, I wish for each of you to speak up if you see me making similar mistakes or behaviors to him."

Silence was held, the men looking between each other, before Ser Barristan found his voice. "your Grace, the Kingsguard must be completely loyal to the King, our lives our yours as you see fit." That was unacceptable. "I expect your loyalty Ser Barristan, but if one of you had not stepped in during the Mad King's reign would my Father not have been alive? Would Rickard Stark?" Jon paused letting his words sink in, "Thousands of lives would have been saved and I am not placing the blame on any of you, you were only following your vows but I will have you swear new ones if you will not do as I say and tell me when my impulses are wrong."

There was a thick silence after that, a stunned silence, Jon was asking them to alter their vows and to speak when they were only supposed to be guards. He would have to explain further but all of the men looked to accept his words. Jon then spoke again, "Ser Jaime you will swear in Ser Loras," and watched as Jaime nodded.

Jon had tackled one problem but needed to settle another. "That is not the only reason why I have brought you here. I wish to expand on the Kingsguard and give new responsibilities." This had them all turning to face Jon, they were all wearing similar questioning expressions. "The six of you, including Ser Loras but not including Ser Gerold, will personally choose four fighters to serve under you. These men will be sworn in for five years, they will report to each of you, and they are under your responsibility. They will help guard the royal family as it grows but also to serve in the City Watch." Jon paused again, letting them take in his words, he then continued, "As we all know the City Watch is fucking pathetic, and crime in Kings Landing is high, we need to rectify that, as the second most experienced man in the Kingsguard the responsibility of working with Janos Slynt and heading the operation will be Ser Barristan." Ser Barristan's face took a look of shock, and Jon smiled at the man. Ser Barristan stood and bowed, "I am honoured, my King." Jon smiled at the man, then jested, "it will not be much of an honour when you begin to work with Janos." Then men chuckled.

"Ser Barristan, you have full responsibility to use any of the Kingsguard, you will have to speak to Ser Gerold, as he will be overseeing all of you, and all of you will report to him how your four knights are doing. Ser Gerold will then report to me, schedule shifts and attend Small council meetings." Jon then thought about it, "your role largely stays the same Ser, more people to manage but less guard duty." And Ser Gerold nodded, a small smile on his face showing he was pleased with his new role.

Jon then looked across the table, all of the men looked content, there was not any displeasing expressions so Jon continued, "Good, this new format forces each of you to use your brains… you too, Oswell, which includes telling me when a highborn lady knocks on my chambers." Shooting a glare at him, bringing up when he allowed Myrcella to enter his chambers unannounced. The other men shot Oswell a glare, but he smiled, "my apologies, my King." Jon nodded at him.

Jon stood, the others standing with him, "Now do any of you have any questions?" and Ser Jonothor spoke for the first time, "When do you require us to choose four guards? your Grace" and Jon shrugged, "I do not care, I will announce the changes at the feast after Ser Loras is sworn in, have them come to Kings Landing at any point." And then Ser Jaime spoke, "Do they need to be knights? My King," and Jon looked at him dryly, "No, if you trust they are honourable then we are fine." Jon then gestured for the men to leave, he watched as they all bowed, and headed out.

Jon settled back into his chair, and slumped into his seat for a moment, he ran his fingers along his temples, trying to soothe the slight ache that had formed. It was strange delegating responsibility to men who were decades his senior. These men were sworn to him and his family, so he would have to get used to ordering around the six most lethal men in the realm.

Jon knew he had to speak to his Grandmother about some things, he had to talk to her about his ideas and what was going to happen at the feast tonight. He was dreading this conversation as he did not want his Grandmother to pick apart his plans, and she was the person who was most likely to.

Jon went over and to his door, whistling for Ghost, and headed towards Grandmothers rooms. She was still in the largest room, the Kings room, and Jon had no intention of forcing her out. Jon knocked on her door, "Grandmother, it's me." And the door was quickly opened, his Grandmother waving him in.

Jon quickly went to her table, pouring two goblet's of wine, he noticed that she had sat down, and kicked her shoes off, allowing her feet to breathe. She looked calm and relaxed, probably just taking the time since his coronation to rest.

Jon settled across from her, handing her the second goblet, then spoke, "I wished to speak, just the two of us about ideas I had and different rules I have already begun to implement." Grandmother looked surprised but nodded, she looked impressed actually, she must have not expected for Jon to begin to work so quickly after receiving his crown.

Grandmother spoke before Jon continued, "I am sure that whatever you choose to do will be with the betterment of the realm in mind." And her words had a calming effect on Jon. It reassured him of her support.

Jon then told her of his ideas for an education system, the council changes and the Kingsguard change he was already implementing, as a solution for the poor City Watch. Grandmother was impressed, but raised mostly the same flaws with his plan, she made sure to tell him that Westerosi were very stuck in their ways, and it would take little bits of change at a time, and not all at once. Then when Jon spoke of the Kingsguard, she got rather emotional. Jon did not want to ask to bring up memories, but it appears that Grandmother's mistreatment by the Mad King was known by the Kingsguard, and they were unable to do anything about it. That infuriated Jon, and just made Jon even more certain about his changing of the vows.

Grandmother's sadness was quickly switched to one of gratefulness, and from her seat she reached her arms out, her face open and earnest, Jon slid over to her, kneeling in front of her so they were eye level, and pulled her into a hug. Grandmother wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him so they their chins were resting on each other's shoulders.

Jon loved these moments with Grandmother, the way he was able to change Westeros to make sure that the bad things that happened to her would never happen again. Not only that but just bonding with her by speaking, going over ideas, and basking in the physical affection. He was growing to love his Targaryen family, and it made the connection between them feel even better.

Eventually, they pulled away from each other, and Grandmother once again planted a kiss on Jon's cheek. "Thank you, my dearest." And Jon smiled at her. Then Jon remembered that he should probably speak to her about Daenerys and his relationships. He stayed close to her, and took her hand in his, "We should speak about marriages and alliances." And with Grandmother's nod, Jon spoke, "I asked Daenerys if she would be my Queen today." There was a quick pause, but then Grandmothers face lit up, with the brightest smile he had ever seen on her. Jon hated that he had to break it, "I feel like I need to take a second Queen as well." and she immediately sobered.

Jon raised his eyebrows questioningly and Grandmother spoke. "Why?" she said simply, so Jon explained, "I feel that with Daenerys I am securing the Targaryen bloodline, but not an alliance with other families, this is desperately needed in the volatile political climate of Westeros." Jon was very straight forward in his words, trying to remain completely neutral on the issue so that his bias would not show and influence his Grandmothers opinion on the idea. Jon watched as she took a few moments to think about an answer and the small moments felt longer than they were. Jon felt like he had been staring at her for moons, when she finally looked him in the eye and nodded slightly. Jon let out a breath of relief, but she spoke quickly, "Does Daenerys know your intentions?" Jon shook his head no, but explained himself, "I told her we need to speak, and that there will be caveats to marrying me, but the position is there if she wants it."

Grandmother looked relieved, then spoke again, "I am fine with the idea of you taking two wives, you are killing two birds with one stone." She paused to send Jon a glare, "Make sure Daenerys knows everything, she will be annoyed if you hide something from her when she has already been married." Jon nodded seriously. Then listened once again, 'you're two queens' first borns will marry, there will be no Dance of Dragons again, that is an order Jaehaerys." Truthfully Jon had not even thought that far, but the advice was sound, he smiled thinking knowing that Grandmother technically could not order him to do anything, but he would respect her advice all the same. "So who will be the second Queen?" and Jon shrugged, "I have yet to decide, but it will not be Rhaenys, she will be needed elsewhere."

Grandmother looked at Jon suspiciously but then eased, "I had thought the same, Daenerys would make a better Queen while Rhaenys would thrive wherever you send her." Good, they had agreed on almost every topic, despite the complicated nature of each. Grandmother continued again, "Your second Queen needs to bring wealth and resources Jaehaerys. I trust you to pick, but if I find you with someone whom I do not deem fitting then I will step in." Jon nodded seriously at her words, he actually appreciated that, Jon could possibly make the wrong decision, but it was good to know his Grandmother would catch him if he did.

Jon and his Grandmother were then interrupted by a knock on the door, Jon called for the person to come in, and Ser Jonothor made himself present, "The feast is soon to begin, your Graces," Jon felt his Grandmother gripping his hand, so he turned to look at her, she stood and he stood with her, the two embracing once more. She planted a kiss on the cheek, then slipped her hand in his. "You are likely to receive your gifts Jaehaerys, make sure you are grateful and polite, even if you dislike the gift." And Jon nodded, it would be rather inappropriate if he shunned a gift from a Great family.

Jon escorted his Grandmother out of her chambers, Ghost leading them, while Ser Jonothor and Ser Barristan followed them. Outside the doors to the great hall, Viserys and Arianne were waiting, conversing between each other quietly, they held small smiles, and it was fulfilling to see the two enjoying each other's company so.

Jon and Grandmother strode over to the pair, Arianne quickly curtseying. "m'Lady, I realize we have not had much time to speak, but I do wish to know my Uncle's wife better soon." Arianne smiled, as did Viserys at Jon's words, but Jon continued, "unlike my sister, and aunt, you being on time also makes me like you better." This cause a light laughter to settle between the four, Arianne spoke then, "Thank you, my King, my cousin is almost never on time, so you must get used to it." Jon took an overdramatic sigh of exasperation, and Grandmother gripped his arm fondly, his actions brought a smile to Arianne and Viserys. It was probably an odd sight, seeing their King acting this way but it was more humorous then it was serious.

The four of them chatted amicably for a few more moments, Arianne and Viserys had spent their time having a picnic in the garden, then retired to rest together, the small smile they shared when they mentioned resting implied that their time was likely spent the same way Jon and Daenerys spent theirs. They were just allowed to show it.

Jon then heard the clamoring of armour behind him, and turned with his Grandmother to see his aunt and sister approaching. They had their arms linked, with Ser Arthur and Ser Jaime following them, they looked incredible once again, but Jon did not let their appearance stop him from speaking dryly, "you're late. Again."

Daenerys looked mildly offended and Rhaenys immediately looked to respond but Jon put his hand up asking for silence. Jon softened and spoke "I do not care for your reasons, make sure it does not happen again." And that effectively stopped Rhaenys from speaking. Jon felt his Grandmother grip his arm again, and he looked at her, she gave him a look that said 'well done' and then turned so that they were facing the doors once again.

Jon signaled for Ser Jonothor to open the doors, and when he did, he heard the noise of multiple different conversations, the families had already arrived, and the herald then asked for silence. Jon strode forward with his Grandmother, the herald announcing their titles as usual, Jon's added titles as King announced.

They proceeded to the table, and Jon waited for his family to be seated, but instead of taking a seat himself he stayed standing, filling his goblet with wine. He then spoke, "All of you may stay seated. Before we begin, I would like to say some things." Jon paused and gestured to the Tyrell family. "As we all know there needs to be a Seventh Kingsguard. After careful consideration and multiple discussions with my current Kingsguard, we have decided that the honour shall go to Ser Loras Tyrell."

Jon was happy to see that Loras was rather surprised it was to happen so quick, but he was smiling bright, and his family were all congratulating him, there was a light applause from the rest of the families. "If Ser Loras was to step forward, and the honour of swearing in his new brother will go to Ser Jaime Lannister. The youngest Kingsguard swearing in his newest brother." Ser Loras stepped forward and kneeled in front of the head table, as Ser Jaime left his post to stand in front of the head table.

They spoke the vows, and Ser Jaime did the knighting, once they had finished the crowd erupted in applause, Jon joining in, he smiled bright seeing how happy Loras looked, then side eyed the Tyrell party and saw all of them wearing similar smiles to Loras. It was nice to see. "Ser Loras you may enjoy your night, your duties begin tomorrow, where you will report to Ser Gerold."

Jon let the applause expire, then spoke again, "On the topic of the Kingsguard, I am going to be making some changes to their vows and to their responsibilities." Jon paused, letting his words ring out. "Ser Barristan will now work with the Lord Commander of the City Watch, He requested help, and he will receive help from the Kingsguard." There was a round of applause, acknowledging the order but Jon continued, "With new roles, means more responsibility, this responsibility will need to be spread out, which is why Ser Barristan, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell, Ser Jonothor, Ser Jaime, and Ser Loras will each pick four men to serve under them, and under Ser Gerold. These men will double as Kingsguard and City Watchmen. It will be a short sentence of five years, but it will be an honour to serve."

This time heavy applause was heard, Lords already were looking around as if plotting for the new positions. "If anyone has any questions regarding the new positions they may speak to one of the Kingsguard, myself or my Grandmother," as he listed off each he gestured to them, smiling at his Grandmother when his eyes met hers. "but for now, let us eat!" gesturing for the servants to bring the food out.

The food was brought out, and Jon took his seat. He felt a hand grip his arm, and turned to find Daenerys giving him a soft smile, he smiled back, he then took her hand, giving her knuckles a kiss, "you look splendid tonight," he spoke normally, then whispered, "my Queen." And she shot him an affectionate look. The food was then placed on the table, and he made himself and Daenerys a plate, handing her plate to her with a grin, Daenerys thanked him, but then very carefully and deliberately wiped her fingers around her lips.

Jon's eyes widened, then hooded in arousal, he could feel his cock stirring but watched as Daenerys smiled devilishly, Jon had to quickly look away else he leans in to her further then he already was.

Jon turned to his meal and began to eat, completely focusing on his food as Daenerys turned out to be a welcome distraction. He quickly finished his meal, and the servants cleared his and the rest of his family's plates away. Jon then noticed, that there were people approaching the table, it was the Vale Lords, with Lord Jon Arryn leading them. They all bowed, and Jon smiled at Lord Arryn. He then spoke, "my King, I wish to bestow a gift, it is not one of great expense but I hope it holds some sentimental value for you." Jon smiled, "Lord Arryn, I am sure that what you chose will be greatly appreciated."

Lord Arryn smiled again, and he stepped forward, pulling a shield out from behind his back. It wasn't so much, the quality of the shield that surprised Jon but what was painted on it. He heard his Grandmother gasp next to him, and saw her mouth slightly open. The design on the shield was a white Weirwood tree, the red leaves and white trunk painted beautifully. In the centre of the trunk, was a highly detailed picture of a laughing face, the exact same design that Jon's mother had used during the infamous tournament of Harrenhall.

It was a rather bold gift, coming from a man who had rebelled against the crown, but judging by his Grandmother's face no offense had been taken and Jon immediately accepted the gift. He was holding back emotions trying to remain strong, but the memory of his mother was a creative and sentimental gift. Jon immediately thanked the Vale Lords, stating how deeply he appreciated the gift. It felt good coming from Jon Arryn because Jon and Uncle Ned's relationship. He would have met and known his Mother well, so the gift was one of pure sincerity.

Even as they settled back into their seats, Jon could not stop staring at the shield, he had set it onto the table, and just kept looking at it and rubbing his hands over the painting. It was very high quality, and Lord Arryn was right when he said it would have sentimental value. It was not his Mother's very shield but the piece of her was worth more to Jon then almost anything else.

Other great lords bestowing gifts came next, the Tully's gifted some armour, the Lannisters some gold and jewelry for him and his family, the Martell's thoughtfully gifted Jon a well-crafted spear. Oberyn remembering his words about them. They then added to the gift by providing some clothing for Jon and there was less material on the clothing provided then Jon would expect in Rhaenys' wardrobe. Oberyn had a sordid smile as Jon accepted that gift, it was mostly meant to tease and Jon accepted it with grace nonetheless. The Baratheon's came forward and gifted Jon some Northern Ale which he chuckled at, but appreciated. Lord Stannis must have asked Uncle Ned what to get him.

The next up were the Tyrell's, as overly grand as they were, Mace Tyrell gestured for the doors to open as he and his family made their way to the front. Tyrell soldiers and servants then rolled in five carts of food, it was definitely a symbolic gesture because as they came forward Margaery stood next to her father, and everyone in the room knew what the real gift they were giving was, as Margaery was wearing next to nothing on her body.

Jon would not lie and say she did not look phenomenal, there was only fabric in places where it was absolutely required, thin strands over her shoulders covering her teats, while the skirt was split so that as she walked her bare legs were showing up to her lower thighs. The dress was mostly white, with green accents and gold threading. Jon could not imagine how long they had taken to do her hair, as It was perfect. Not a hair out of place in a delicate upbraid so that her entire neck and face were showing.

Jon thought she looked angelic, but the ugly sight of her father on her arm quickly denounced that thought. Instead of Mace Tyrell speaking, it was Margaery who stepped forward, "My King," she deeply emphasized the word 'My', "House Tyrell sends food a plenty as a gift to the crown, we wish to establish a burgeoning alliance between our two families, and the food a symbol of the greatness this alliance will bring. "as she spoke she was gesturing and waving around, showing off even more of her body. Jon could sense from beside him Daenerys' anger and tension, but could not acknowledge it without creating offense. Margaery paused there dramatically, then continued, "we hope that House Targaryen recognizes the beauty of this relationship, and acts upon it."

Jon literally had no idea how to reply, they were baiting him to accept, which accepting would practically be an agreement to take Margaery as Queen. Jon took a few seconds to think, but made a decision. "Your gift is greatly appreciated, but I fear I would grow quite large if I ate it all myself!" the jest had people smiling, some light laughter. Jon then looked around the room, spotting Ser Janos, "Ser Janos!" the man came forward and took a knee, "You are to take two of these carts and distribute the food throughout the city, bring some of your men and keep order, but make certain the food is given to men and women who need it." Ser Janos quickly bowed, then called for his men to help. Jon's actions got a loud applause from the Lords and Ladies, people always liked to see others give to the poor but never give themselves.

Jon then spoke again in the direction of the Tyrells, "Thank you for feeding the capital for a night, but the other three carts will be taken to the Kitchens, so that these feasts are not as hard on us during Winter." Jon signaled for a few servants to take the carts, which were quickly taken away. Jon then addressed the Tyrell's again, "We can speak on this alliance you speak on the morrow in a more official capacity." Giving a quick nod in Margaery's direction.

As Jon leaned back into his seat, Daenerys' hand gripped his hard, and he looked towards her, she was wearing an expression of jealousy and possession. This whole two queen idea might be more difficult to convince then he originally thought. Daenerys' nails were digging into his hand, and Jon eased her hand by rubbing her knuckles with his other hand. She looked over at him, and his gentle look forced her to soften, Jon noticed that she shifted her focus back to the front of the hall, and Jon looked over to see the Stark's approaching.

Jon let go of Daenerys to face his Uncle, and smiled seeing the entire Stark family there. Uncle Ned was carrying a large wooden crate. It looked old, and had the Targaryen sigil detailed on the sides. "My King, our gift to you is something of your parents." Uncle Ned took a quick look towards Grandmother and then Rhaenys. "This crate was found when you were born, I have not opened it, I wished to save it to give it to you when you became King." Jon nodded, confused about the gift, but accepted it and thanked them as Uncle Ned set it on the table.

The box was locked shut, and Jon pulled at it trying to open it to no avail. He unsheathed Longclaw and with the butt of his sword, he smashed it open. As he sheathed Longclaw again, he felt his Grandmother side up next to him, this gift was nearly as much hers as it was his, Jon's Father and her son's possessions.

Jon looked over to Uncle Ned, and he was smiling sadly, looking at him confused, Jon then reached to open the lid of the crate. Inside the crate was a marriage cloak. With the Targaryen and Stark sigil combined on the back. Jon's eyes widened, then he gestured for Uncle Ned to come forward, he deserved to see what was in the crate as well.

Jon pulled the cloak out and everyone around looked at it, knowing exactly the origins of the item. The cloak alone was an incredible gift, but the rest of the crate had old notes and letters that Lyanna and Rhaegar shared. Grandmother picked up several of the ones Rhaegar had written and read them over, while Uncle Ned picked up a few of Lyanna's. Jon watched as each of them reminisced over the letters but continued to look around the crate, there were small trinkets, gold dragons, a Direwolf figurine, and a dagger. Jon picked up the dagger, and it had a dragon bone hilt, and Jon immediately recognize it to be Valyrian steel. This crate had more information on his parents then he ever would have dreamed of. Judging by the way Daenerys, Rhaenys, Viserys, Grandmother, Uncle Ned, and Robb were going through it, they realized just how much the crate actually held.

It was a lovely moment, having both sides of his family going through this box full of sentimental treasures. There were letters addressed to him, that were simply titled 'My child' that no one had touched, and he yearned to be in private to open them.

Jon was startled slightly as his Grandmother gripped his arm, bringing him closer to show him the words of love his Father had written for him. Jon was then pulled the other direction by Daenerys, she was running her hand along the marriage cloak, her hand settling on the Targaryen dragon. Jon gave her a quick smile, but looked back into the crate again.

Jon then looked around again, and noticed that everyone at the head table was completely distracted, but the people in the crowd were looking bored and impatient. Jon quickly called a halt, he looked across the table and gestured for everyone to put their letters back into the crate, as they needed to proceed with the feast. Jon, sealed the crate, then looked over to Uncle Ned, "you are welcome at any point to go through it with me, Lord Stark." And he saw Uncle Ned smile and give a firm nod. The Stark family then headed back to their place.

Jon then stood and gestured for the band to start playing, the music started playing softly and Jon watched as couples slowly took the floor. Jon sat back down, and filled up his goblet again. He was not surprised when the first people to approach the head table were the Tyrell's, Garlan escorting Margaery, and frankly it was difficult to not stare at her as she walked the steps again.

As the two settled in front of the table, Jon heard Daenerys huff, and shot her a quick glare.

Jon looked back towards Garlan and Margaery, they bowed and curtseyed then Garlan spoke, "my King, we were hoping for a dance, you for my sister, and if I could have the pleasure of sharing a dance with your sister." Jon smiled, a sister for a sister. Jon then looked over to Rhaenys who had already begun to stand, then looked in Daenerys' direction. Daenerys did not look overly pleased but Grandmother quickly gripped Jon's arm, forcing them to make eye contact. She gave him a slight nod, meaning 'go' and Jon understood that she would speak with Daenerys.

Jon walked around the table, escorting Rhaenys over to Margaery, as they walked Rhaenys whispered in his ear, "try not to bend her over in front of everyone," she jested. Jon only shook his head, giving her a smile.

Jon and Garlan then traded sisters and they each walked down to the dance floor, joining the other couples. Jon noticed Oberyn and Ellaria immediately make their way towards him and Jon groaned internally, this would be embarrassing.

Oberyn slid right next to Jon, bumping shoulders as Ellaria spoke to Margaery. "Careful my King, you do realize her intentions, correct?" And Jon was surprised by how serious Oberyn sounded. Jon looked at him but nodded, "I understand, my Prince," and Oberyn smiled, "good, because if I was you, We'd already have been heading to my bedchambers." And then he laughed at his own joke. Jon could feel his face reddening but smiled too.

Jon gave a quick greeting to Ellaria, but Oberyn quickly whisked her away, claiming Jon wished to 'seduce his Tyrell fairy.'

Jon rolled his eyes, but took Margaery's hand to begin their dancing. Jon could tell that Margaery had some questions and he spoke, "speak freely m'Lady, I will not lie to you." And Margaery looked surprised that she was so easily read, but continued on anyway. "You and the Prince Oberyn are friends?" And Jon had a hard time answering that question to be honest. Oberyn was not exactly his uncle nor his friend, the man just liked teasing Rhaenys' brother, Jon assumed.

"Uhh. I do not quite know how to answer that…. he sees me as someone he can jest with. I think... Prince Oberyn is unpredictable." Margaery's giggles surprised him. "I think that is the first time you have been scraping for an answer when speaking with me." And Jon smiled Prince Oberyn had that effect on people.

Margaery then continued rather boldly, "Do you like my dress, my King?" And Jon looked at her funny, "of course m'Lady, every man in here likes your dress." He replied smiling. Margaery moved her hand from his and placed it on his chest. "I did not ask about every man, I asked about you." Jon was unsure where she was going with this, but he was not about to lie. "My apologies, your beauty is unquestionable, you truly look angelic." And that brought a large smile to Margaery's face.

They continued to sway for a few moments, it was strange that Margaery only wished to confirm his like for her dress, but saying he liked her dress he might as well have said he liked her body, there was so few fabric on her. Even now while dancing, Jon could feel her hip bone through the thin layer of her dress and small clothes.

Jon then remembered of what Garlan and Loras said earlier about Margaery helping the poor in Highgarden, now was a good opportunity to ask. "I heard from your brothers that you help the unfortunate in Highgarden." He paused and saw Margaery was holding a slight smile, then Jon continued, "it pleases me greatly to hear that, any person that strives to improve the life of another is a good person." Margaery's smile brightened, her grin stretched ear to ear. "I appreciate the kind words, what my brothers say are true. I truly enjoy giving back, I wished I could have gone with the City Watch to distribute the food earlier."

Jon smiled, "your gift was rather unique, it is not like I need food." Jon looked straight into her eyes, "I am entirely certain that your dress was the true gift, a representation of an alliance, I presume?" Margaery blanched slightly, she looked like she had not been expecting to be confronted on their show. "Of course, my King. An alliance between our two families would be extremely beneficial to the realm." She paused then took her hand and placed it over his heart. "And if you were to take me, it would only create more goodness for us and for others." Jon could not find a reason to disagree with her words, what she said was absolutely true, and the food they brought today was only a small portion of it.

Jon knew he had to make decisions to secure his reign soon, "You and I will speak privately tomorrow, I will send a servant to fetch you," and Margaery held the largest smile of the night.

Within a few moments the song had ended, and Jon watched Margaery curtsey then walk away, she swayed her hips as she walked and Jon could not take his eyes off of her backside.

Jon then turned to walk towards the head table to grab a drink but an angry looking Daenerys stepped in his way. He sighed, this was not going to be good. "Auntie, a dance?" And she silently took his arm, and wrapped herself around him close, so that their conversation would not be heard.

"I do not like seeing you dance with other ladies." Jon scratched at his head, this was not a good time for this. "Dany, my position dictates me to dance with ladies, could I really have declined?" And he saw Daenerys shake her head no. So Jon continued, "what did Grandmother say to you?" Daenerys met his eyes but looked confused, "she said I must be open minded about things you will say." That was good, Jon hoped she would be open minded.

"Dany now is not a good time, but you cannot show your jealousy, I think that's what she meant." At least partly anyway. Daenerys nodded, but moved away from Jon slightly, tilting her chin in his direction, she mimicked the same actions she did earlier, wiping her lips and swallowing loudly.

Jon took a deep breath through his nose, this woman would be the death of him. Jon knew he needed to put an end to her possessiveness and teasing so he quickly spoke, "Dany, have you perhaps thought that you may not be my only Queen?" and Jon felt as Daenerys pulled away from him, their eyes met and the hurt and confusion in her eyes felt like a stab to the gut. She then let out a very loud and brash, "What?!" looking at him incredulously.

Jon looked around and noticed that her outburst had gotten the attention of others, everyone around was looking in their direction, and Jon quickly took Daenerys on his arm, leading the both of them back to the head table. Jon escorted her to her seat, and took her hand to kiss it, she still looked hurt and annoyed, but Jon spoke, "This is what we need to speak of, come to my room later." and then Jon was further hurt by her hesitation to agree. Seeing her simple nod, Jon spoke again, "Speak to Grandmother."

Jon then took a large drink of his wine, and turned to resume his participations in the feast.

Jon then charmed and schmoozed Lords and ladies where he must, but he was not suited for this, and he was quickly losing his patience with the whole feast. Jon was very close to just leaving, when he felt a hand quickly latch onto his. Jon was close to ripping his hand out of the grip, but he saw long red hair, and immediately knew it was Sansa.

Jon was instantly comforted, and as she nodded her head towards the space where the couples were dancing. Jon settled into Sansa's arms beginning to sway. Sansa took one good look at him and said, "Jon, you look as if you are heading to war, relax." She then rubbed her hand up and down his back, giving him some physical comfort. Jon knew he could look vulnerable in front of Sansa, so he closed his eyes and took a few deep calming breaths, letting the stress and anxiety leave his body.

Sansa merely held him, until he opened his eyes again, her face was open and honest, and she held a small close lipped smile, and Jon could only smile back at her. Jon spoke "Thank you Sansa," and she smiled with her teeth this time, but then they simply settled. There were no words shared, Sansa just recognized that Jon needed some respite and provided a solution, and that was why Jon loved her. She understood him better than anyone else.

Jon separated from Sansa when the song ended, just her presence had calmed him, but when Jon turned to leave, Rhaenys was waiting for him, looking at him seriously. He turned to see Sansa looking at him humourously, she curtseyed, and mouthed, "good luck." And Jon shot her an impatient look.

Rhaenys came forward and grabbed onto Jon's shoulder, pulling so that he was completely facing her, she then took his hand and wrapped him into a dance. Jon could not tell what she was feeling as she was trying to mask her emotions with her royal mask. She spoke quietly, "What did you say to upset Dany?" and Jon could smell the wine on her breath.

That was a rather loaded question, Jon needed to keep his relationship with Daenerys discreet while coming up with a good enough reason to make her shout like that. "I told her that I was going to marry you off to one of my Wildling friends, she was devastated." Rhaenys gave him an exasperated look and then smacked his arm. "Fine, don't tell me." She pouted at him, then spoke again, "but I know that she has been in your bed."

Jon was surprised by the question, but would not deny his sister. "Aye, you somehow ended up between us." Rhaenys smiled devilishly, leaning in close, her words coated with arousal, "Dany and I in your bed? Does that sound appealing to you brother?" Jon was slightly stunned by her words, the wine clearly influencing her speech. Rhaenys spoke again before Jon could reply, "Two Targaryen queens just like the Conqueror, must be a dream for a King like you." She paused to slap his chest, settling her hand there.

Jon let her be affectionate, but made a mental note to ensure that Rhaenys would be escorted to her rooms after their dance, he did not need her speaking to anyone else in this state. Jon then replied "Rhaenys, as good as that sounds, that does not look to be in either of our futures." And Rhaenys gave Jon an overly shocked look, so overly shocked that it was obvious she was jesting. She then spoke, "Not for you, your future is right here, it is up to you where I have to live the rest of my days." She spoke very dejectedly, the mood switch from her jesting about sex, to this was drastic and it sent Jon for a loop as he did not know how to reply.

Jon remained silent for a few seconds, but seeing the way Rhaenys was disheartened with her own words, Jon made sure to reassure her, "Rhaenys, you speak truthfully, but I will do everything in my power to see you happy, you understand that right?" seeing Rhaenys not hesitate to nod was comforting for Jon. He appreciated the trust his sister was showing him. He'd have to make sure she was well taken care of in her future.

Jon heard the song about to end, so he escorted Rhaenys back up to the table where his family had sat, it was empty, and Jon looked around only finding Viserys in the crowd, Grandmother and Daenerys must have left to speak. Rhaenys tugged on his arm, and reached across the table to grab some wine, Jon merely chuckled at her antics but gestured for Ser Arthur to come forward. He instructed the Sword of the Morning to escort his sister to her rooms. Jon needed to announce his departure from the feast.

After quickly saying his goodbyes, Jon strode to Grandmother's rooms, he assumed that was where her and Daenerys would be speaking. He heard his Kingsguard behind him, and he realized that he did not know where Ghost was. When he arrived to the family wing, Grandmother's door was vacant of Kingsguard, he was surprised, but quickly walked to his door, spotting Ser Barristan and Ser Oswell waiting outside.

Jon went into his room to see the pair sitting at his table drinking, Ghost was underneath Grandmother's feet. That had him surprised but Ghost probably realized he was anxious for her and Daenerys and went where he saw fit.

The two woman looked at him, Jon looked and saw Daenerys was not as distraught as she appeared earlier, Grandmother must have explained and had Daenerys wrap her head around the topic. Jon slowly walked forward, and leaned down to place a kiss on Grandmother's cheek. He walked over to Daenerys and she turned her face away so he could kiss her cheek, but Jon gently turned it back towards him and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. The small smile she held afterwards was promising. Jon sat and poured himself a glass of wine, he looked over the rim of his glass to see Grandmother smiling fondly at him.

After Jon set his goblet back down he turned his body to Daenerys and saw that she was already looking at him. "Mother told me, I will need some time to completely come to terms with it, but if you continue to be open with yourself, with me, then I do not see a problem with being one of two queens." Jon let out a huge sigh of relief. He had not realized that he was holding his breath as she spoke, and the exhale was hefty.

Jon hopped out of his seat to bring Daenerys into an embrace, he went down on one knee before her so they were eye level as he hugged her. Placing kisses across her face. Daenerys made a disgusted face and pushed him away, "Jae!" and she looked directly at Grandmother. Jon heard Grandmother chuckle, and then speak, "Do not be embarrassed Daenerys, it is not as if I have not seen a man and woman kiss before." And that for some reason had Jon fully laughing, loud laughs coming from his belly. He was unsure why it made him laugh so hard, she only spoke so straight forwardly about her daughter and Grandson kissing that it was funny. By the end he was tearing up, and Grandmother was looking at him lovingly and Daenerys was trying not to laugh with him.

Jon reached over to grab Daenerys' hand and placed kisses across her knuckles, "take all the time you need Dany, not like we are being rushed to wed." And she nodded.

Jon settled back into his seat, and he had an idea. "Daenerys, maybe you could help me choose who my second Queen will be." Daenerys did not look pleased by the offer but neither did she look annoyed. Jon continued quickly, "you should get to know the other high born ladies, from there you can tell me who you think it should be." Grandmother quickly spoke after him, not letting Daenerys reply "he is right Daenerys, you can find out their true intentions, it will benefit the family, and your relationship."

Daenerys looked at both of them suspiciously, as if they were teaming up on her, but Jon reached a hand across to grip hers once again and she softened slightly. "Fine, but wait for me to get used to this whole ordeal first." And Jon nodded, then shared a sly smile with Grandmother, both equally proud of their actions.

Jon then stood, picking up some food off the table to feed to Ghost, "lazy arse" he said to his wolf, which earned him a petty huff. That was when Grandmother spoke again, "I still do not fully understand your relationship with this beast here." And Jon immediately retaliated. "He is no beast!" He realized that his words were rather harsh and Grandmother looked guilty so he softened, "he is my familiar, we can see each other's minds, and I can enter his." This time Daenerys spoke. "Enter his?" And Jon nodded.

"I'll demonstrate. I am not going to die or lose my mind, so remain calm." Jon sat down in his chair again, and leaned back. He looked to each woman and they looked intrigued rather than scared. Jon warged, feeling his eyes rolling backwards, then he saw Ghost's meal in front of him, and Grandmother's feet in the background.

As Ghost, Jon stood, then kicked his front two paws up on the table. With his right paw he gave a wave to Daenerys. "Jae?" She said confusedly, in Ghost's body his senses were heightened and he could sense Daenerys' rising pulse rate but also her fatigue.

As Ghost, Jon nodded, then went over to her and licked at her hands, "Jae, stop it," and he heard Grandmother look between his human body and Ghost. "You can comeback now."

Jon left Ghost's mind, and took a deep breath when he arrived back into his body. Scaring Daenerys and Grandmother. Jon chuckled at their reactions.

Once they each settled again, Jon stood, "Grandmother, May I speak to Daenerys alone?" And she shot him a suspicious look. Jon escorted her to the door, but she paused before she left. "Behave, Jaehaerys." And then kissed his cheek, before she walked away.

Jon closed the door again, then went back to the table, settling into his chair again. Daenerys was immediately curious, "what did you want to speak of?" And Jon looked at her, then moved closer, "nothing, I just wished to kiss you without you being uncomfortable." And leaned in to press their lips together.

They shared soft kisses that tasted of wine, but eventually Jon pulled her to his bed, stripping of his clothes, leaving his small clothes, while Daenerys stole one of his long shirts for herself. It felt so domestic that it felt weird. Jon had not had much domesticity in Kings Landing but this was becoming regular with Daenerys and he found that he liked it.

They settled into bed, facing each other, they spoke quietly and shared kisses some more, but eventually dozed off, the long day getting the best of them