This is the end and a long ass chapter. Cute moments and a warning, there is smut in this chapter not in decision one of my fellow writers suggested it. Anyway the POV's are Lyanna, Sansa, Dany all women what a coincidence. Things start to return to normal or their normal, we see peoples reactions and then a few month later we see the coming of a new age.

Hope you enjoy Tx

Lyanna

Lyanna woke to the slight dip in the feathered mattress, she hadn't noticed the absence of her mother earlier but she felt the sudden warmth that emitted from her as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her but there was something about these arms, about this embrace. She heard muffled whispers one low and gravelly and the other the familiar sound of her mother's soft voice. She wasn't quite awake yet but the feeling of strong arms wrapped around her only helped the sleep she had been trying elude envelope her, drowning her senses.

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She felt herself sigh as she woke to the scanty daylight that had crept its way into the chamber. she cracked open her stiff, sleep-filled eyes and looked around the familiar aesthetic of her momma's chambers, her mind not fully awake. She wiggled a little to help wake her stiff limbs so she could get ready for the day, that was when she felt the strong arms that had wrapped themselves securely around her body. She remembered the strange feeling she had the night before, but she didn't feel panic fill her scenes, only love and peace.

She gently glided her fingers over one of the arms, her finger tingling as they made contact with the hairs on the arms, the muscles underneath the layer of hairs tensed as her hand traced over the radius of the arm. This was not her momma, she thought. She sat up quickly in excitement then, the arm snatching itself away at the sudden movement, she heard a low groan from behind her. She felt movement behind her once again and then a pair of eye burning into her back, she turned slowly her heart pounding.

She smiled widely as her eye met a familiar pair of grey ones. "Dadda!" She squealed in excitement, as she jumped into his arms earning a winded groan from him. She buried her face into his chest, his arms securing them-self around her form, holding her close to him. She felt him inhale deeply.

"Yes, it's me, sweetling." The low gruff sound of his voice soothed her as she fought away he tears. She had her Dadda back and now they were going to be a family again and momma was not going to be sad anymore, she thought. It was all she had wanted all her life, ever since she was a baby, she wanted to meet the man who fought with wildling and defeated the Night king, she also wanted to meet the kind and caring man that her momma always described, the strong and selfless leader aunt Sansa had told her about on her many visits.

She felt another pair of arms join in the embrace, her dadda's arms wrapping around her and her momma holding them both close. "I love you both so much" Her daddy whispered as he kissed her and her mamma's foreheads. She felt loved, she felt so much love and warmth.

She finally pulled back to look at her dadda, his long raven curls matching hers, his dark grey eyes filled with so much love, the scars covering his forehead and eye telling of the battles he had fought. He looked the same as he did in her dreams, his hair longer but she liked it better this way. Her thoughts were interrupted by scratching at the chamber door, she watched her dadda roll his eyes and smile, whispering something under his breath. He slowly unwrapped himself from them and made his way to the chamber door opening it to reveal the gleaming blood-red eyes and snow whiter fur of Ghost.

She watched as her dadda embraced the huge beast as he had done in the stables the last time she had seen him when he thought she didn't know who she was. She saw Ghost attack her dadda, pinning his beneath his huge paws, licking his face as her dadda struggled and withered beneath. She laughed loudly at the scene her momma joining in. "Ghost get off me, you giant oaf!" Her dadda shouted making her laugh, even more, she felt her stomach begin to cramp at the sheer amount of laughter she was emitting. Her eyes shut, as she continued to laugh at the sound of her dadda struggling.

When she calmed down and opened her eyes her dadda was standing again dusting himself off as he glared at Ghost. She looked back at her and her mamma who hadn't stopped laughing completely, her dadda glared at her mamma "This isn't funny!" Her mamma kept laughing tho and her dadda quickly crossed the room and swiftly took her mamma into his arms and spun her around and tickled her. Her mama squealed and continued to laugh and she was joined now by the laughter of her dadda. She had rarely seen her momma laugh and smile this much and it made her heart warm.

Her dadda finally placed her momma back on the bed giving her a kiss on the lips which she fought was gross, her Dadda must have noticed the disgusted expression on her face because he laughed and kissed her momma again. "Ewww, stop it dadda," she said as she swatted his arm. He caught her hand and pounced on her tickling her as she squealed in delight, he placed kisses all over her face. "Stop dadda!" She shouted, while still laughing in delight and worming her way out of his embrace, running to her momma for protection.

He looked to her, then her mamma and was about to attack the both of them when there was a knock at the door. "Your Grace is everything all right." The old bear seemed scared that something was wrong, his normally soothing voice, low and dangerous. Her momma looked to her dadda they shared a worried expression, which confused her. She ignored it and made her way to the door to open it so she could say hello to the old bear.

She opened the door and she heard her momma call her name but all went silent as Jorah looked at her and then her momma and then her dadda a shocked expression on his face. She smiled at him, "Good morning, Jorah." She said innocently not noticing the weird tension in the room. Jorah was knocked out of his trance at the sound of her voice and looked to her with a warm smile on his feature.

"Good morning princess. Good morning your Graces" He smiled at her dadda. "It's good to see you again Jon, I would like to hear the tale of how you're here but I would suspect you want me to fetch Sansa so you can discuss this as a family." He seemed to understand the situation and seemed relieved or happy at the sudden sight of her dadda.

"It's good to see you too, Jorah and yes I would like to fetch Sansa. Oh, and can you have food brought up I suspect these two will be hungry" Her dadda looked at her mamma then her with a warm smile on his face. He was right she was hungry and she couldn't wait to see her aunty Sansa and see what she would have to say about her dadda's presence. "Jorah, don't tell her I'm here." The old bear nodded and left the three alone again.

She was afraid, she was afraid her dadda was going to leave again, she was afraid that she and her momma were going to be alone again. She thought about what her dadda had told her in the stable and it helped stop her from being afraid. She was a Dragonwolf just like her dadda. "Jon, we haven't considered what the people will think. They will have questions about why you disappeared and why you are alive. What do you want to tell them?" She heard her momma ask, she had a worried expression on her face matching her daddies.

Her dadda walked closer to her momma and put his hand on her cheek "We will tell them the truth. That I was killed and I stayed away because I thought that I couldn't control myself, I did what I thought was best. They can accept it or not I do not care, the only thing I care about is my family. My two beautifully fierce dragons." He said as he walked over and lifter Lyanna into his arms walking back over to her momma to hold her too. "They can say or think whatever they like they will not be rid of me anytime soon. I am staying here, right where I belong, with my family" He whispered.

Sansa

She didn't know why Daenerys wanted to see her so early in the morning or why she used such a suspicious way summoned her. Jorah seemed a little agitated as if he was hiding something or he had seen a ghost. She knows how to read people, there was something about the body language and their expression that exposes there suspicious activities, she had noticed it on the guard that carried Daenerys's lifeless body into the grand hall. He was good at hiding it but she could tell he was more concerned then a normal guard would have been, he seemed to be analysing their appearances to see if they believed him.

Her and Tyrion had been sceptical but later disregarded his suspicious behaviour due to the fact he had, in fact, save the queen. What was even more suspicious was the fact that she never saw him again and no one seemed to know who he was and where he was, his name was well known across the North due to how popular that particular name was. She suspected he knew this when he told them his 'name'.

She made her way to Dany's chamber, she was going to take a detour to Lyanna's room to greet her a good morning but she had a feeling she was in the exact chamber she had been summoned to. She moved through the empty halls reminiscing about the days when all the starks live here, now it was only her and Arya left of the original pack. They have gained new members in Dany and Lyanna but there was no Robb, no Rickon, no Father or mother, no Bran though he looked to same he was not, he was something completely different and now there was no Jon. Jon was the one who made this possible if it wasn't for him they wouldn't have there home, they wouldn't have Dany or Lyanna, there would be nothing without him. He had to sacrifice himself for everyone, he died alone and in the cold so that people could live together in spring.

It made her sad to think about all the trauma and torment Jon suffered in his life only to give his life to those people. This world really didn't deserve him but Jon did deserve happiness and he found that in Daenerys only to lose it again so suddenly.

She finally made it to Dany's door, tear threatening to run down her face as she pondered her caring and strong older brother. She knocked on the door, not knowing whether she should enter or not, though she was summoned. She heard shuffling then the door handle turned to make the door open and reveal her beautiful niece who reminded her so much of her father. The little girl smiled "Good morning aunt Sansa" She said, Sansa opened her arms so she could embrace Lyanna.

She was such a warm and caring little girl and smarter then she let on too, she would often surprise Sansa with her quick mind, it often reminded her of her estranged sister Arya. She let the girl go with great reluctance and look past her to see the warm smile of Daenerys greeting her but she didn't smile back as her gaze came to rest on the man she thought so long had perished at the hands of the Night King. His raven curls flowing freely past his shoulders his features warm and familiar but there was a darkness there too one that reminded her again of Arya.

"Sansa, how have you been?" His voice was the same and she felt blood rush to her ears making her heart thunder. She was happy to see him but also highly upset at the fact he had been gone for so long and left them to think he was dead. She crossed the room and slapped her brother in the face hard, he didn't wince or groan he just looked at her as if understanding why she was angry. "I'm sorry, I stayed away because I thought you would be safer without me. When the Night king shoved his ice spear into my chest I felt a coldness I have never felt in my life. I woke up later to find that I had been resurrected once again by the children of the forest but this time when I came back I felt different there was something missing. The children told me that there was a chance that the magic from the Night kings spear could have edged its way inside me and that I should stay away from all of you just in case I could not control myself. That is why I left and became a faceless man and buried Jon Snow. I am so sorry Sansa." She knew she should be made at him but she couldn't he was back and he had been through so much, she understood why he had to stay away but it hurt her to think he had to go through that pain alone once again.

"When the snow gather and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives." She said hoping he would understand that she would be here for him whenever he needed her, they were that last of the Stark family and they had to look out for each other. "Now you will reveal yourself to everyone and you will not have Winterfell back, I will continue to rule while you go with your family to KingsLanding. This is not up for discussion." She finished when she saw he was about to complain, leaving him speechless and only able to agree with a stiff nod. "Good, you will change and have your hair trimmed. I assume you will be sharing your wife's chambers."

"Yes, and I like his hair the way it is, he can trim it a little but not too much and have a bath prepared too if you could be so kind Sansa." She smiled at Dany's demands. Jon seemed a bit too quiet but he looked at both women in annoyance as they dictated his life. Sansa had to try her hardest not to burst out laughing at his expression. "You did marry a Queen and Khaleesi Jon and as for your sister, she is the Lady of Winterfell. What did you expect?" Jon chuckled and looked at his daughter who shrugged at him.

"You will come to the feast tonight and that is where you will explain yourself to the people." He nodded and she hugged him once more and left the three to prepare everything for this evening.

Dany

The evening went much more smoothly then she expected the people were a little hesitant but they came around. Jon did seem a little distant but was becoming the man she loved once again she knew he was bound to be different because of all he had been through while he was away he had not gone into detail but she knew he had done things he regretted and that was out of character. She knew faceless men did not earn their reputation for being kind and understanding, they did the impossible and what they were told without question or reason. It made her shudder to think of Jon ever doing anything like that but he had been away for five long years and had become quite accustomed to donning the masks showing he had done it numerous times.

She slowly opened her chamber doors and was greeted by the warmth of the burning fire and her husband sitting in the seat right in front of it. He had left the feast early but that was normal for him as he had never really enjoyed them and neither had she. "Is Lyanna asleep?" He asked his voice low and gravelly, sending a shudder down her spine, she nodded. He got up and looked at her, his eyes dark and reflecting the fire next to him. He gestured for her to sit in the chair he had just occupied.

She moved across the room slowly never once taking her eyes of the man in front of her, she sat in the seat he had gestured too and felt the warmth of the fire on her cheek. He moved to behind the seat, out of her view, she was about to turn when she felt his hands slowly begin to massage her shoulders. She shut her eyes and allowed him to take control. "It has been a long day My Queen, you are so tense" He whispered into her ear, his lips lingering on her earlobe as the heat of his breath blow on her neck causing goosebumps to appear.

He began to kiss her neck sensually and slowly causing her breath to become uneven and her mind to become lightheaded. His hands moved from her shoulder, gliding down her body finding her breast through the fabric of her dress. "I've missed you, My Queen. I've missed your beautiful curves, your soft plump lips, your intoxicating scent, the taste of you, most of all I've missed your presence." He continued to kiss her neck leaving a trail of kisses from her ear to the crook of her neck.

Her low moan filled the room, adding to the already tense air. "I've missed you too, Jon," She said breathlessly not quite able to articulate how much she had missed him, she gave up using her voice, she decided to show him. She turned her head towards him, his face inches from her's, their hot breath mingling in the gap between there lips. She looked into his dark eyes, the all to familiar ting of desire swirling in his dark orbs.

She closed the gap between there lips, seeling his lips with hers. They moved together so sink and so passionately it felt as though he had been made for her as if the gods didn't want them apart. She reached her hand up slowly to grab onto his long curls, she used his hair as an anchor, keeping her from the deep depth of her mind and away from the darkness she had felt for so long without him.

His low moan vibrated through their joint lips, making her tongue tingle and respond with her own moan as if they were communication through them unable to use words. The sound of his low groan sent a shiver down her spine and made desire pool at the bottom of her stomach, her already flaring desire was intensified as his tongue delved through the seal of her lips connecting with hers, tasting her. This kiss did more for her then her hands could ever did in those lonely nights under her bed covers.

He pulled back separating their lips, she did not dare open her eyes out of fear she would see the Jon she saw the night she was attacked, she could not bear to see his empty eyes looking back at her. The feeling of his hand on her chin made her eyes crack open, he lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes, his intense gaze telling her everything she needed to know and distinguishing her fear. He looked at her with so much love and desire it made her realised the Jon she has seen all those nights ago was not her Jon, was no the man standing in her presence now.

He came to stand in front of her, he hunched over and placed his hands on either side of the chair she was sitting on, trapping her. He leaned in closer, his gaze flickering from her swollen lips to her eyes. "My Dany" He whispered as he claimed her lips once again, his words and the feeling of his lips on hers again overwhelmed her, she felt as if she was going to burst into tears but she distracted herself by tasting him. He tasted of ale and chicken from the meal they had in the great hall, it was delicious especially as it was on his tongue.

She felt the hands that had perched themselves on the arm of the chair roam her body until they found what they were looking for. He began to unlace her dress ever so slowly and as he was doing so she found her hands doing the same to the grey tunic he was wearing. They undressed each other slowly as there mouth dance sensually adding to the emerging passion between them.

Their lips finally parted for a split second so she could lift his tunic over his head to reveal his chiselled, scared chest and torso. She slowly ran her hands down his chest feeling his muscle ripple under her touch, she made sure to pay extra attention to his many scars as she did that night on the ship. The thought of their first time together made her think of all the time that had passed and how little time they had together as a family. It saddened her but it also made her appreciate that they were together now and nothing was going to separate them again.

His tunic being off left only his breachers and boots and her fully clothed, but she felt he had finally managed to untie her laced as he started to shimmer her dress off her shoulders. He parted their lips once again and began to kiss her shoulder blade and top of her chest that was now exposed to him, once he had finished kissing every inch of exposed skin he kissed her lips once more. Her skin felt as if she had been burned by dragon fire, the lingering feeling of his lips on her skin edging its way permanently into her brain.

She stood slowly not once breaking the kiss and let her dress fall, pooling at her feet. His hands moved down her body feeling her curves, the dips between her hip and breasts, to the curve of her arse, kneading it slowly. His hands moved down further coming to her thighs and lifting them so he could cradle her in his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she continued to ravish his lips.

He carried her to their bed slowly placing her on the edge of it, she sat up and watched him begin to untie the laces of his breachers and kick off his boots. When his breachers where untied she stopped him and grabbed the back of his head to bring him back down for a kiss. She began to pull down his breachers, feeling his erect manhood spring free. He cupped her cheek and tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss causing her to melt him and forget about her quest to release him form his breachers.

He kicked the breachers off himself and began to push her back slowly into the bed his body looming over hers. Both fully nude and full of desire, they kissed each other as they had never done before, they kissed each other as if it was the first and last time they were able to do so. He lifted her and shifted them both so they were in the centre of the bed her head coming to rest on soft feathered pillows. She broke the kiss this time so she could look at him and lock ever inch of his feature into her memories just in case something happened to break them apart once again.

He must have realized what she was thinking as he cradled her face looking deep into her eyes "I love you Daenerys Targaryen. Nothing is going keep me from you, not the people, not fear, not even death. I will be with you always and forever." He proclamation was enough to make the tears she fought so hard to keep away to fall from her eyes, she searched his eyes for any signs of deceit or trickery and found nothing but love and devotion. He gently wiped away her tears kissing each of her cheeks to soothe her fears, then giving her a chaste kiss on the lips to seal his pact.

He kissed from her earlobe to the crook of her neck, sucking her pulse and leaving his mark. He continued his assault and kissed down her shoulder blades and chest stopping at her breast kissing them slowly. She arched her back trying to get closer to him and moaned when he took one of her teats between his lips, suckering like a babe, swirling his tongue over her peak, tasting as much as he could. When he finished with one he did the exact to the other making sure to show them both the same attention, her breath became uneven, her hands digging into his scalp holding him in place.

He released her teat with a loud 'pop' sound. Its loud echoing sound ringing through her ears accompanied by the thudding of her heart. She felt his lips travel lower, making sure to worship and kiss every inch he could reach on his root slowly. She let out a low, quiet moan as his lips pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of her navel, the whole thing killing her with anticipation. His tongue burnt her skin with the many slight taste test it did on her body, it explorations melting every crook and crevice of her body.

She massaged his head with her nail and fingers, ruffling his lavish curls, making them frizzy as she glided them through her fingers. Her eyes shut closed as tight as she could get them, her mouth slightly ajar to help her take in uneven breath's as she felt her self-control dwindle with every touch of his lips. Her mouth and lips felt dry from the many kisses he had claimed from her, she felt that his lips were equally as chapped from the way his lips were slightly rough and calloused against her most delicate skin.

His shoulders brushed her thigh as he ventured lower, she felt her legs tighten involuntarily, bringing him closer to her body and the place she wanted him the most. Her legs nearly faltered as his hot breath, warmed the skin atop her mound, his lips slightly brushing there as he paused to build her anticipation and need. It was torture feeling him so close to the place she wanted his slick, clever tongue that she missed so much.

Finally, he quenched her suffering his lips finally pressing over her sensitive nerve, leaving opened mouthed kisses on her folds. She slammed her head hard against the pillow beneath her head, her mouth opened slightly emitting quick breaths amongst loud moans. One of her hands made it's way to her mouth to help her quieten her intense moans. Her other hand was still wound tight beneath her husband's many layers of thick tresses.

She began to wind her hips slightly unable to physically stay still under his torturous tongue, her legs squeezed around his head, her calf's flexing as she held him close to her core. When his lips closed over her bundle of nerves she arched her back, her toes curling growing tighter as his tongue flickered slowly over the skin he had captured between his lips.

He continually licked, suckled and kissed her core until she felt herself release, growing limp and drowsy as her mind left her body and felt herself let out a loud guttering moan as wave and shudders passed through her body, making her tose to curl so much she felt her joints lock and ache. Her heels dug into Jon strong muscular back, all of her leg muscle tensed wrapping tighter around his head, her abdominal muscle tightening, her lower back pressing into the soft mattress beneath her. She felt her whole body become lose as she came, her body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.

Jon started to make his journey back up her body, this time his journey shorter due to the sheer amount of need he had for her, she didn't know what to think really, her head was fuzzy and unorganised by the experience she had just had a second before. She felt his hot breath on her face and cracked open her eyes to the sight of Jon's black orbs as they search her face, his lips swollen from the amount of attention he had given her. His skin was slightly red from the exercise he had been through pleasing her and quenching his hunger.

She closed the gap between them, tasting herself on his lips and tongue as he groaned and growled into her mouth. She felt his presence resting between her legs, needing and ready for her. She brought her knees up, resting on either side of his hips, spreading herself further so he could feel her amounting want for him. He growled, please at her antics.

His lips never left hers as he slowly moved his hips away from hers to line himself at her centre. The tip of his manhood caressing her still tender folds, slowly covering itself with her juices. He parted their joint lips and raised himself away from her to look at her once more as he slowly bucked his hips to fill her with his manhood. She watched his eyes close, as his face contorted in pleasure. The feeling of him filling her and stretching her was the most pleasurable thing she had experienced the whole night, the pain beautifully adding to her almost satisfaction.

He seeled their lips once again when he was fully seethed inside her, his hips slowly rocking against her, her own hips in sync with his. She let her hands roam his back and shoulders, feeling his muscle flex and unflex with every thrust, as their tongues dance with each other in a manner matching their hips. She moved her hands lower down his body until she felt the hard round shape if his magnificent arse, she pulled him deeper giving him the message that she wanted him to go faster and harder. He gave her, her request his hips grounding harder and faster into her, hitting her wombed with every thrust.

He began to kiss and suckle at her neck, making sure to take care off the sweet spot under her chin, growling and groaning as his thrust became more untamed and uneven. "Dany" He whispered as he thrust deep into her, his seed spilling inside her, his grip tightening on her hips. He placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder when he had finished, her second orgasm coming to an end.

He held her close not yet removing himself from between her legs, she tightened her grip on his shoulder and in his hair and she wrapped her tired legs around his waist, cradling him as she felt his breathing become more relaxed. "I love you, Daenerys Stormborn" He whispered sleepily as he drifted into a deep slumber in her arms. "I love you too, Jon Snow" she replied equally as lazy as she felt herself slowly glide into a peaceful slumber.

months later...

Dany felt the familiar hope and hunger that came along with carrying a child, she remembered how tired and stressed she was with Lyanna and the feeling's she was having now matched those of the one she had all those years ago. She and Jon had come back to KingLanding, him taking his rightful place as king, her king. Lyanna had just had her fifth name day, Sansa even making the long journey to visit her favourite and only niece. Jon had taken to being king just as he had when they first met, now he was tougher and calculating but no less honourable or caring.

She knocked on their Maester's chamber so she could get an answer to the question that had been stirring in her mind ever since she had threw up the contents of her breakfast every morning for the last few days. Maester Samwell opened his door and let her into his chambers with haste, the chubby kind man was one of Jon's most trusted companion they often referred to each other as brothers from there days on the wall together.

She walked into his chamber at his invitation, he offered her a seat and asked her what she required and what she was troubled about. "I need you to examine me and validate a hunch I have, I'm not I'll I just feel that there might be a chance that I am with child once again." she smiled blissfully as the words left her lips. Sam's eyes widened but he nodded and told her to get comfortable on the bed.

Once the examination was over, Sam had told her the answer she had already expected. She was with child and this time it felt a little different, she felt like she had when she was with child the first time in the Dothraki sea all those years ago. She was going to have a boy, a little silver-haired boy with grey eyes, contradicting the ravened haired, violet-haired little girl that was about to become a sister.

She felt content, a warmth lighting up her chest and making her skin glow in sheer happiness and love. She thanked Sam and left his chamber making her way to her own to greet her husband and sleep as it was night. She entered their chamber, a bright and proud smile plastered on her lips that made her husband look at her in confusion an humour. "What is it, My Love?" He said from his side of the large bed, under the covers and naked she assumed. She quickly released herself from her layers of clothing and joined him in the bed, giving him a loving kiss in greeting.

Jon chuckled as she moved away from him, his eyes still closed as she felt his chest vibrate in laughter. When he opened his eyes again they were full of love, laughter and confusion. "What is it?" He repeated lower, and more insistent. She searched his face and said nothing as she grabbed his hand and placed it over her wombed hoping he got the message. When his eyes travelled down to where his hand was, his brain seemed to put two and two together and a large grin full his lips, his eyes coming back to look into hers, silently questioning if she was certain.

"I am with child Jon, your child." She whispered, reassuring him. He smiled tears in his eyes as he quickly looked from her stomach to her eyes. He kissed her passionately still holding her wombed as he showed how excited he was. She retained the day she found out she was pregnant with Lyanna, she was so happy and delighted to tell Jon when he got back from fighting but he never came back. A tear escaped the confines of her eyelids remembering the pain she had felt when they had told her of Jon's death, she couldn't believe it and she never did and now she knew why.

"If it's a boy, Rheagar and if she is a girl then Rhaella." She felt overwhelmed by the sheer emotion's she felt over the fact that he wanted to name his child after her mother and her brother and his father both Targaryen name's showing he had excepting what she was, that he had pictured the child with silver hair like hers. "Lyanna will be so excited to be a sister and I will be excited to be a father again to a beautiful child that will take after it's mother in looks and character." He kissed her sweetly, adding to the overall beautifulness of the moment.

"I love you Daenerys Targaryen, my beautiful wife"

"I love you too Jon Snow"

The End

Well this is finished, finite. The End. I hoped you enjoyed if you want me to upload my other works like the kind of prequel to this, that no one realised was a prequel that I might change to not being a prequel, then let me know. Tx