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NOTE: Not all updates will be as frequent from now on, but this will have at least 10 chapters. So this won't be a short, boring fic. This chapter is mostly about how the years have passed with Jon helping them & other stuff.

Valar Morghulis

296 AD

It started off shakily, with Daenerys being constantly anxious and scared that Jon would betray them.

At first it was irregular, he would bring food every other day, and occasionally some other things to make the cabin more comfortable. When Viserys demanded to know why he didn't just bring everything at one time, he told them that it would look very suspicious if he just were seen taking everything. Someone would question him, and take him to his father. Jon had told Daenerys that his family was already suspicious of him suddenly deciding to take rides at the crack of dawn. Daenerys had told Viserys that it would look strange if someone started to just take rides at dawn, taking clothes, food and kindling, yet returning without them.

Viserys stopped complaining after that.

The worst phase was the first few months. Daenerys could hardly look at Jon, she was that afraid of what he could do to her family. But despite her reluctance to interact with him, he was always kind and courteous to her, much kinder to her than he was to Viserys. She first spoke to him about six weeks after he started helping them. She was washing some of the pots and cooking utensils that Jon had brought for them. She felt Jon move next to her.

"Want some help?"

She looked at him, surprised, before silently nodding.

Jon pulled up his sleeves, scooped up a plate and began washing it.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, you know."

"I'm not afraid of you." Daenerys lied.

"Yes, you seem to be."

"Well…you could bring about our deaths, and instead you help us, it's a little suspicious."

Jon frowned for a moment, thinking, then smiled "Yeah, I guess it does look suspicious, but I am here to help you guys."

Daenerys turned to face him. "Why?"

"Because I don't want you to die."

She fell silent.

Jon finished drying a pot, and set it in the wicker basket where they kept the cooking utensils.

Daenerys finally got up the courage to speak again. "Well, I think you and I started out on the wrong foot." She turned to him, before holding out her hand. "I am Daenerys Targaryen."

To her surprise, instead of shaking her hand, Jon bowed and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you my lady, I am Jon Snow."

Daenerys felt the blood rush to her face, and was certain that she had turned as red as a cherry. Jon stood back up, and grinned at the expression on her face.

"We… we should finish drying these dishes."

"As you say my lady."

Before Jon departed that day, he came up to her.

"It must get pretty boring around here, what do you guys do all day."

Daenerys couldn't help but flush again.

"You know," Jon said, hesitating slightly, "I could bring you some books from the library at Winterfell, ones that no-one ever reads."

She felt her face go even redder, "Yeah, that would be good, I mean, if it's not any trouble."

Jon gave her a crooked smile. "Okay then, I'll bring them next time I come."

Daenerys just nodded.

Jon mounted his horse and rode off again, hooves thundering on the rough dirt path.

When he came the next week, as promised, he had three books tucked under his arm.

One of them fully detailed life and reign of Baelor the Blessed. Another was a history on the bloody war known as the Dance of the Dragons. The last he had brought was a volume on the nine free cities, with a few notes on slavery in the east. Daenerys thanked him graciously and absorbed herself in the first book as Jon recounted what news he had heard to Viserys.

The books were like a gateway, they took her away from her life in the cabin and into a whole new place. By the end of the week Daenerys knew the names of all nine free cities, and their main trait. There was Pentos, Braavos, Lys, Qohor, Norvos, Myr, Tyrosh, Volantis and Lorath.

From just the third book she learnt also of the slave trade, its main partakers being Astapor, Meereen and Yunkai, where the 'Wise Masters' ruled.

Daenerys had heard of the vile war known as The Dance of the Dragons, but now she knew in detail what had caused it, who it's major influences where, and it's impacts.

It absolutely fascinated her to read of Baelor the Blessed, he was one of her ancestors, but she was a little amazed at how faithful he was, so faithful he starved himself to death, believing that things of this world were sinful.

She found herself babbling on and on to Jon about the things she had read in the books, but he didn't get irritated by her curiosity, he seemed to find it funny, and was constantly answering her questions. Daenerys found that she would often start a conversation about one of the books, but it would evolve, and soon they weren't even talking about books anymore. She would tell him about the places she had been, and he in return would tell her about his family.

She sat with him for ages, listening to tales to Jon's brothers and sisters. She adored hearing tales of Bran's love of climbing, and Robb's skill at swordplay. She would laugh hearing about Arya's antics, and Rickon's naiveté.

He also told her of his father. From what she had heard, he seemed to be a good man, at least, he was when it came to his children. Daenerys noticed how he never seemed to mention Lady Catelyn, or his sister Sansa. She asked him about it on one occasion, and he simply said.

"They are the ones that don't like me."

Daenerys wasn't stupid, she understood some people's views of bastardy, about how they were born of lust and lies, and of how many people believed all bastards to be deceitful, but if there was one person to prove that wrong, it was Jon Snow. He was always kind and helpful towards them, though they had done nothing to deserve it. She thought that Jon was a bit solemn, but many people said that bastards grew up faster than other children.

It's the hatred directed at them and their detachment from others that causes that. If people were only kinder, they might be able to live happy childhoods like everyone else.

Daenerys hadn't realised it until that day, but maybe that was why she felt so comfortable around Jon.

He understands what it is like to call somewhere home, but still feel out of place. He knows what it's like to have people who love you, and people that loathe you. No doubt Catelyn and Sansa Stark are part of the latter category.

Daenerys had never truly had a place to call home, but she couldn't imagine having a home filled with people that despised you. Jon had told her it wasn't just the ladies of the Stark family (apparently Arya refused to be called a lady) but the servants were always whispering, and their ward, Theon Greyjoy, constantly tormented him.

One day they are going to realise how cruel they all are, and then they'll be begging for forgiveness.

Jon gazed up at the dusk sky, streaked with purples and reds and oranges of all different shades.

"I had best be getting back, or Lady Stark will get suspicious."

Daenerys nodded.

"You know, she can't torment you forever, and she should blame your father, not you."

Jon gave her one of his long stares, then smiled sadly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Jon pulled himself onto his grey gelding, then turned back.

"I'll bring a map next time, then you can see everything in Westeros."

Daenerys smiled at the prospect.

297 AD

It seemed amazing that Jon had been helping the Targaryens for over a year. They had fallen into a regular routine. He would bring a basket of food every week, and news for Viserys every two weeks. He had also been able to take some dresses from a serving girl that no longer fit. Daenerys had grown quickly, and the other dresses were too small for her. Despite her quick growth though, she was still much shorter than him. He knew how that infuriated her. The fact that she could grow so much and still be half a head shorter.

She is growing quickly though, for a girl of ten and two.

The hardest part of helping the siblings was not getting the food and supplies, as Jon had thought, but keeping it secret from his siblings.

It almost hurt to keep such a momentous secret from Arya, Robb and Bran.

They were his siblings, and the only ones of the 5 of them that cared for him. Rickon was only two years old, and Sansa took her mother's side with everything, including Jon.

She was always just called him her 'half-brother' and even though, in truth, that's what he was, Sansa said it in a way that suggested she wished he wasn't.

But that was still kinder than the treatment he got from her mother.

Just three days ago, Jon had been walking down the hall to his room, when Lady Stark came flying out of her bedchamber and slammed right into him. He had been the one to be knocked over, yet she glared at him, and hissed "Watch where you're going, Snow."

Not that it was unexpected or surprising in any way. Jon just felt wholly grateful to Lady Stark that she hadn't whipped him yet.

He had been surprised when all of his siblings had cornered him, demanding to know where he was going. Sansa included. He still remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday.

They had grabbed him on the way to the armoury, and pushed him up against a wall.

"Where do you keep going?" Arya had demanded, and even though she had been a girl of 7 years at the time, she was still crazy strong.

"What?"

Robb had repeated Arya's question.

"Why are you all so curious?"

"Because we want to know!" that statement had been Bran's.

"Wha-, you, Bran are 5 years old, and already you have begun to interrogate people?"

"It's suspicious," Sansa muttered, "You always go off riding early."

"Oh, what, Sansa, you're starting to care about me?"

Sansa had looked as though she had been hit in the face, then just looked ashamed.

After interrogating him for another ten minutes and receiving no answer, they eventually gave up and left him alone.

Lady Stark had been concerned about Sansa the rest of the day, she had had her head down, never looking Jon in the face. Naturally her mother came to ask him if he had done anything. Jon had only been jesting when he said the words, but they must have struck deeper than he realised. Sansa did treat him better after that little incident, but never as kindly as Arya, Bran or Robb.

The hardest part was getting the dresses for Daenerys. He had to sneak about, eavesdrop on the serving girls, but when that had failed, he had come right out and asked the girls around Daenerys' age if they had any dresses that didn't fit. They had just looked suspiciously at him, until he had lied and told them he was collecting old clothes for orphans. That had been almost worse, as they had all started talking about how sweet he was. It was a welcome change from walking past them whispering about him, at least this time it was good things.

One of the favourite parts of his week was going to the two of them. Viserys wasn't as insufferable as he had once been. The fact that someone was helping them, without wanting anything in return, seemed to have humbled him a little.

And Daenerys…

Daenerys was wonderful. If you took away the fear, she was kind, curious, interesting, intelligent and enthusiastic. She had adored the books he brought her, but they spoke of other things more oft than not. Their families, their lives and all of their interests. He knew her well now.

It almost plagued him, that she was a princess. That she was friends with someone like him, a bastard.

Enjoy it while you can.

He lay awake at night sometimes, just thinking. Sometimes it was about Daenerys, more often it was about his mother, whoever she may be.

She must have been beautiful, to make Father dishonour himself so.

Some people said that before his Father married Lady Catelyn, he had been in love with Ashara Dayne. Everyone said she had been beautiful and kind, and that she and Eddard had been together at the tourney at Harrenhal.

Maybe…

Even if Ashara Dayne was his mother, she was dead. She had thrown herself from the Palestone Sword, one of the towers at Starfall.

Jon was worried if someone were to go hunting and find the Targaryens. A plan began forming in his head, a plan to keep them safe.

If it works, no-one will think it is suspicious.

His plan did work, for a time.

That was when things started to go bad.

Done! Next chapter will be Jon's plan, plus things going bad. Ooohhhh! Yeah, the start of the next chapter will take place approx. 9 months before the start of A Game of Thrones, second part about 5 months before AGoT.

Until then,

Valar Dohaeris

~SparkyDill128