Dragons of Wolf and Sun

by Xebecs

B

10. 10

Dragons of Wolf and Sun

Toxicfireball

Chapter 10: Encounter

Summary:

On a visit to nearby villages at Sea Dragon Point, Jon and Rhaenys have an unexpected encounter

Notes:

I will be changing the fics name to Dragons of Wolf and Sun and I will clean up some of the tags too, wanted to let yall know. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I would love feedback and comments. I feel like I need to say this judging by some of the comments, this fic is not a Targ restoration fic, will a Targaryen end up on the throne? Most likely? Will it be Jon? I'm still not sure. But this fic is not a Targ restoration fic where there's a massive war to put them on the throne but rather how both of them impact ASOIAF.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Jon

"What name would you give our child?" Rhaenys asked him cheerfully while she was brushing her hair. Jon shrugged while he looked through the tax collected from Ice dragon square and the villages.

"Boy or girl?"He answered while Rhaenys put the hairbrush down and sat down next to him.

"How about this, if it's a boy, I choose the name, if it's a girl you choose!" Rhaenys said as Jon looked through the gold collected. Half a dozen gold dragons from a single galley? That's a lot more than I expected!

"Jon! Stop looking at the taxes! I already went through them!" Rhaenys said impatiently. "Answer me, I choose the name if it's a boy you choose if it's a girl!"

"Sure! Sorry, Rhaenys, I wanted to double-check, I fear smugglers that would disrupt the trade." Jon said as he put the paper down.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes "Do you not trust me to fo the tax?"

"No! I just was..worried." Jon stammered. I didn't mean to insult her!

"Jon put the paper down," Rhaenys said, "Don't worry so much!" Jon complied and put the paper down.

"There we go." Rhaenys said with a smile "You need to relax a little Jon,"

There was a knock on the door which Jon went to receive. He opened the door and found Ser Mark outside.

"My Lord, the new Maester has arrived" The castle's castellan said.

Prince Oberyn had written a few days ago to say a new Maester was on their way and that he was trustable.

"What's his name?" Jon asked

"Maester Nendary" Ser Mark replied. Jon nodded his head on thanks and closed the door. The Maester was the one Oberyn said was coming.

"Our new Maester is here? Good," Rhaenys said as she caressed her belly. Though it was not obvious that Rhaenys was pregnant, Jon could feel the babe inside. My child…

They met Maester Nendary as he walked into the inner keep. Maester Nendary was a middle-aged man with black hair and white hair from age. His face showed his age, nevertheless, he greeted them with a warm smile.

"Lord and Lady Whitefyre. It is a pleasure to serve House Whitefyre. Archmaester Marwyn sends his regards to you." Maester Nendary said with a warm smile. Yet, Jon's smile froze, an Archmaester sent his regards, telling us he would try and kill Rhaenys?

Rhaenys smile also fell and she looked at him suspiciously "Archmaester Marwyn sends his regards?" She asked, suspicion clear in her voice.

Maester Nendary noticed it immediately and replied "Oh no, Archmaester Marywn is the archmaester for the higher mysteries or magic. He knows about your...difficulties with your previous Maester."

Jon had told the citadel that Maester Leonard had been unused to the cold weather and had fallen sick and died. The Maester tone indicated he knew what had actually happened.

"I see," Rhaenys said, her voice returning to normal. "Welcome to Dragon's Watch Maester Nendary."

"Thank you Lady Whitefyre," Maester Nendary said graciously. "I have a letter from Archmaester Marywn." Maester Nendary pulled a letter out that was sealed. "If that is all, could I be led to my quarters?"

"Of course, Ser Mark lead Maester Nendary to his turret," Jon said.

"Yes My Lord, Maester, please follow me," Ser Mark said and he led Maester Nendary to his turret.

Jon and Rhaenys returned to their chambers where Jon broke open the seal.

To Lord and Lady Whitefyre

I am Archmaester Marwyn of the citadel. Prince Oberyn had written to me about your difficulties with the previous Maester, Maester Leonard. I understand your concern and I have dispatched Maester Nendary to serve you. The citadel objected to my suggestion but could not come up with a valid reason without looking suspicious. These grey rats are everywhere in the citadel, they do not hold true to their vows and push their agenda.

Do not trust any Maester besides Maester Nendary, I understand Maester Luwin of Winterfell is not one of these grey rats. But he does not know the citadels plots and schemes. Maester Nendary is excellent in the higher mysteries, history, warcraft, healing and ravenry. He is one of my most trusted Maesters, do not fear. I wish you good luck in the years to come.

From what I can gather the grey rats have temporarily given up on their attempts on you. They will most likely try to make sure that the Baratheons and Lannisters(which are under their influence) do everything they can to keep you under control.

Sincerely

Archmaester Marwyn of the Citadel.

"The citadel did this," Rhaenys said slowly. "Not the Baratheons or Lannisters."

"The Citadel plays their own game! Oathbreakers and dishonourable scum!" Jon said angrily. The Masters are supposed to be knights of the mind! Not this!

"Jon, honour is a concept that does not exist in their minds!" Rhaenys said furiously, before gentling her tone "The more you go south, the less honour means. Vows mean less and less."

"It just…"Jon was quiet for a while. Thinking very hard, "honour, means less when you go south…" he muttered slowly.

"If you ask me, honour means nothing. Ser Jaime broke his vows and killed Aerys Targaryen yet saved me and my mother. He could not have done both."Rhaenys said as she put her hands on his shoulders. "I know you try to be like your father. Ned Stark is one of the most honourable people in Westeros, but he is an exception and even he forgave Ser Jaime for breaking his vows because he understood it had to be done."

"But I don't understand, how can so many forget their vows?" Jon asked in frustration "How can so many people, proudly wear those chains, swear those vows and simply betray them?"

"Like why do so many people betray their oaths? Greogor Clegane was a knight and he killed my brother! A babe and my mother's breast, he would have killed me or my mother. How many knights throughout history have raped, committed atrocity or turned their cloak?" Rhaenys said.

"You are right," Jon admitted with a shake of his head. "Damn those Maesters! What are we going to do? We can't just let them scheme!"

"Jon, people are always scheming against us. Those with hatred towards the Targaryens have been scheming at us for years." Rhaenys said "Remember our words,"

"Through the storms, we persevere," Jon said with a small smile.

"We persevere," Rhaenys said, returning the smile. Before Jon pulled her in for a kiss, Rhaenys returned the kiss. The kiss was a short and deep one but was amazing all the same.

"Damnit Jon, once my belly starts to grow, I am going to be stuck in this castle," Rhaenys grumbled after they broke the kiss.

"But your belly hasn't grown yet," Jon said with a smile "We can go riding, around Sea Dragon Point, visit some of the villages."

"That sounds fun, when?" Rhaenys asked with a smile.

"Tomorrow? I will make the arrangements," Jon said as he looked through the paperwork and groaned internally.

"Oh, sure!" Rhaenys replied as she looked through her own stack of paperwork. Jon went to consult Maester Nandery who said that it was alright for Rhaenys to go riding as long as she was a good rider. Rhaenys was an excellent rider. With her skills at controlling the horse even surpassing Jon's though Jon never put much effort into horse riding.

When Rhaenys was first announced she was pregnant, Jon expected that they would stop, coupling in bed. But the night the pregnancy was made known, they once again had collapsed in bed in each other's arms, naked. Jon lost all control at night with Rhaenys next to him, Rhaenys was more beautiful than any women he ever saw, Arianne Martell was nowhere close to her and Sansa despite being even prettier than her mother still could not come close. Rhaenys was tall,slim with curves that would make any men lust for her. Her purple eyes had an intensity and could make any man lost in it and her long dark brown hair only enhanced her beauty. Rhaenys looked mostly Martell but had a special, almost otherworld beauty that no doubt came from the Valyrians.

The next morning after another sparring in which once again, Jon was beaten to the ground. Jon was grateful for that, every day, he felt his skills improve. He managed to get hits against both Ser Arthur and Ser Jaime though always ended up losing. He wanted to be one of the best swordsmen in Westeros, someone worthy of Dark Sister.

Jon and Rhaenys entered the Inner walls stables dressed in blue coloured breeches. They mounted their horse and were accompanied by Ser Jaime and a dozen Whitefyre guards

They rode out of Dragon's Watch and passed Ice Dragon square. They soon moved through the dirt roads that connected the various villages. Jon loved the Wolfwood that stretched all over this part of the North. Streams filled with Salmon, tall pine trees and the multitude of wildlife. Jon remembered Jory bringing him, Robb and Bran inside to fish for trout. It had been a memorable experience after they stumbled across a beehive, Robb had provoked it and they had to jump into one of the streams to avoid the bees. Jon had given Bran his fish after he had failed to catch anything. The smile on Bran's face back then put a small smile on his face.

They rode past a small village where the villagers recognised them to bend their knees. It was still a sight Jon was not used to, after so many years in Winterfell, having people bend their knees at him was not a sight he was comfortable with.

"Arise please, you don't have to bend your knees every time you see me," Jon said loudly. The villages quickly got up. "Is there anything we can do here to help?" He asked.

"No M'lord," A farmer said.

"My Lord, a small favour, could you widen the road from here to the nearby villages? I cannot push my card through it in some areas," Someone said loudly. Some of the dirt roads were awfully small, allowing only two men at most to ride abreast and even then it would be a tight squeeze.

"We will look at it," Rhaenys said next to him.

"Thank you, My lady," The person replied.

They rode on towards the next village, they rode past a stream. According to their map, the next village had an inn they could stop by for lunch. Along the way, Jon noticed a black squirrel disappear into a tree.

"It makes you wonder," Rhaenys said as they rode by a stream. "Why no one invested so much here. There are so many resources here!"

"The North never liked trying to profit," Jon said with a sigh "Not to mention for trading ships to trade with the rest of Westeros, they must pass by the iron islands."

"But the amount of pine trees here could build a fleet!" Rhaenys said "The amount of gold that could be profited from here will be massive! Like we have collected so much gold due to our trade with the Mallisters and other smaller ports along the East coast,"

"The ironborn were a treat to any ship passing by them." Jon said "Even during Targaryen rule, they were troublesome. Thank goodness during the greyjoy rebellion they were crushed, they are more humble now. Lord Stark sent a raven to Balon Greyjoy to make sure the ironborn would not attack our ships. He is smart enough to not pillage our ships, not with Theon in our hands."

"I never understood why Aegon the conqueror or Robert never burnt down the iron islands. They are nothing but a thorn in the side to the rest of Westeros." Rhaenys said "They are just scum who would rape and pillage—"

Rhaenys stopped and pointed at smoke drifting from a distance, it was in the direction of the village. Jon looked to his men who had all noticed the smoke.

Ser Jaime frowned and said "Smoke, that's from fires. A raid?"

Jon grew concerned "Who would raid such a small village? That village could barely be called a village! It had a few huts and a Inn…"

"Let's go and see!" Rhaenys said with a determined look on her face.

"My Lady! It's too dangerous!" Ser Jaime objected

"Ser Jaime is right? What if they are armed?" Jon said.

"We have a dozen men with us. If we encounter a sizable force. We will withdraw! I have a bow with me," Rhaenys said in a stubborn tone "Ser Jaime and you are brilliant swordsmen. We will be fine"

With that Rhaenys rode off. With Jon grimacing in slight frustration. Ser Jaime chuckled slightly and rode off "She is stubborn" Ser Jaime said . Stubborn indeed . Jon looked to the Whitefyre guards and followed his wife, his guards and See Bonifer trailing behind him.

They rode towards the small village, with the smell of ash in the air. Jon soon realised the smoke came from the Inn which was burning in flames

"By the old gods," Rhaenys muttered, who would do this. Jon noticed bodies on the ground, with their blood soaking the floor. Some had the entrails ripped out and it lay scattered. Blood and gore was everywhere, death was everywhere. The smell of it flooded their nostrils and Rhaenys grimaced.

"Who would do this?" Rhaenys asked shakily looking at the bodies.

"The brutality here is..unusual," Ser Jaime said with a grim look on his face. The Whitefyre guardsmen looked horrified.

.

A few of the guards rushed into the burning inn at Jon's orders to see if they could find survivors while Jon and Rhaenys went into the huts and found a woman , her dress half torn off and wounds all over her.

"Oh no! Are you okay?" Rhaenys said as she rushed over to her, removing her cloak to cover the women.

The woman had tears in her eyes "My lady...you have to run! They are here! They killed my husband and my children! Please run!" She wailed.

"Who?" Rhaenys asked, her violet eyes blazed with anger.

"Men and women with axes and swords—" The women stuttered but were interrupted immediately.

"Lord and Lady Whitefyre! We are under attack!" Ser Jaime yelled as he rushed in.

"Who?" Rhaenys and Jon asked at the same time.

Ser Jaime grimaced "Wildlings, and a dozen of them"

Wildlings? We are not even that close to the wall! Jon felt his heart rush furiously. "Get the man to fight back. We will take them on." Rhaenys said angrily.

"Rhaenys, stay inside the hut!" Jon said, the last thing he wanted was for Rhaenys and their child to be hurt.

"I can't!" Rhaenys yelled, "I must see justice done!" Rhaenys then rushed outside before Jon could reply.

Ser Jaime rushed outside after while Jon drew the longsword Prince Oberyn gave to him. Rhaenys slung over her quiver of arrows and nocked an arrow into her bow.

Jon saw a dozen wildlings moving in to attack them. It was more than a dozen, a few were in cloaks and had no armour, not even boiled leather. A number had bronze swords and plain bronze shields. The Whitefyre men had steel on their side, however.

"Hold them off!" Jon yelled, "We will not give way to these savages!" The Whitefyre men drew their bastard swords and readied their shields. Jon's men had wooden shields made of tough northern pine trees and iron and steel swords. They wore boiled leather and chainmail. We have better equipment.

Ser Jaime drew his sword and muttered under his breath "I sure hope that you don't end up on the ground, like you do every session"

"Protect Lady Whitefyre!" Jon yelled and his men moved close to defend Rhaenys. Rhaenys was the first to engage, sending arrows flying from her weirwood bow. The first found its mark and sent a wildling onto the ground.

A few of the wildlings had bows and closed in to fire their bows, most missed or hit the shields of the Whitefyre guards but one hit one of his men's shoulders in which he yelped in pain and cursed. Jon had no time to react when the wildlings began charging at him.

Most engaged the Whitefyre guards who fought back furiously. The wildlings attacked savagely, a wildling charge towards him and Jon readied his sword. The wildling attacked aggressively and savagely, his bronze axe in coming down in powerful strokes. Jon returned blocking his attacks, bronze is no match for iron. When Jon blocked an attack and returned with a counterthrust, the wildling stumbled back.

And that was all Jon needed, he cut the wildling stomachs in one swift motion and his guts spilt out gruesomely. Jon felt a sense of grim satisfaction but did not have time to react as another wildling came at him with a spear with a sharpened stone edge, Jon dogged his attack easily and used his sword to break his spear. The wildling and Jon locked eye for a brief second and all Jon saw was fear. The moment was short when an arrow pierced his stomach, causing him to collapse backwards. Jon spun around to see Rhaenys with a bow in hand, she gave him a nod. That was when Jon saw Wildling stab one of the Whitefyre guards with a bronze sword and move towards Rhaenys, Rhaenys attempted to nock another arrow. She would not be in time! Jon rushed forward and blocked the attack that would have killed Rhaenys.

He then quickly dodged one of his savage swings and buried his longsword inside him. Blood flew out of his wound and splattered over his tunic. Jon looked at Rhaenys who was drawing her bastard sword. Ser Jaime was busy fighting off a wildling ,. A Whitefyre guardsmen was limping away, he had arrows buried inside his thighs. Jon saw a wildling fall to a Whitefyre guardsmen blade.

One of the wildlings with two axes charged towards Jon and Rhaenys screaming furiously.

" We take him together," Rhaenys said.

Jon did not have time to argue before he blocked the wildlings blade, the wildling did not see Rhaenys swing come fast enough and Rhaenys hit his left arm, causing blood to flow from his wounds and him to drop his axe.

Jon moved forward to attack, swinging his sword in a controlled attack. The Wildling barely blocked his longsword, but Rhaenys took advantage and sent her sword into his stomach. The Wildling staggered for a moment, blood flowed from his mouth and wound and he collapsed onto the ground.

Jon looked around, and saw Ser Jaime finishing of his opponent, a Whitefyre guard cut down a wildling archer, Ser Bonifer with two Whitefyre guards pushing forward and was locked in combat with two wildlings. And he saw two Wildling archers, aiming their bows at Rhaenys….and their unborn child.

No!

Jon rushed forward, hugging Rhaenys, he turned her around, shielding her from the incoming arrows. There was nothing at first, then pain exploded through his body.

Rhaenys

They were winning, most of the wildlings laid on the ground dead, blood pooling below their corpses. Rhaenys had been careful not to overstrain herself using only the bow but had to use the sword to fight off one of the attackers with Jon. She was barely sweating however despite all the chaos going around.

Then Jon pulled her close and hugged her and then spun her around. She had been confused at his actions, though not for long. Jon's body had tensed up and then it jolted and then it slackened. Jon collapsed on the ground before her, with a shaft at his thigh and another out of his back.

No! No no no!

Rhaenys jumped towards her bow and quickly nocked an arrow. She did not spend long to aim and loosed, the arrow landed in between the wildlings' teats. The wildling collapsed; the other wildling was about to lose an arrow when Ser Jaime came up behind him and cut him down.

She turned her attention back to Jon, her heart racing in fear. I don't want to lose him! My child needs to know his or her father! I don't want to lose him! Because of my foolishness!

Jon was sprawled on the ground, his tunic sticky with sweat and blood. The two shafts stuck out of him, they were red with blood. Jon's blood. Rhaenys tried to pull the shafts out, she pulled one of the shafts out. The skirmish raged all around them, she heard Ser Jaime yell at a wildling to stand down. She heard an angry yell and steel being dropped. Rhaenys did not care, all she cared was Jon.

"Jon! Are you there?" Rhaenys asked in panic, please answer.

"Rhaenys…, you are safe…" Jon said deliriously, "Our child is safe…?"

Rhaenys nodded, her eyes filled with tears "Why? You fool! Don't die!"

Jon smiled weakly "For you and our child…"

She heard boots rustling and a gasp of shock.

"My lady, let me remove the shaft," One the guardsmen called Timmon told her softly.

She stepped back, letting him slowly remove the shaft from Jon, the tip covered in blood.

"No no no!" Ser Jaime yelled as he ran over,his sword covered in blood.

"Rhaenys...Rha…" Rhaenys heard Jon say weakly, Rhaenys rushed over to his side as Timmon yelled for bandages.

"Jon, I'm here" Rhaenys said as she gripped Jon's fingers. It had a pulse, thank the old gods, but it was not strong.

"Rhaenys...I never told you...I love you…" Jon said hoarsely as Ser Jaime wrapped bandages around his thighs. Jon's words felt...strange, they had never outright said they loved each other. She had liked but not loved Jon on their wedding day but she grew to love him over time. Do I love him? She had never pondered the question before but now, she knew the answer.

"I love you too, for our children, don't die" Rhaenys pleaded, she mouthed a prayer to the old gods.

Ser Jaime grimaced "Very touching! Jon, don't you dare die. You must stay strong."

Timmon finished putting a makeshift bandage on Jon's wound and said softly "He needs a Maester urgently…"

"Take him back to Dragon's Watch," Rhaenys said, her voice desperate.

See Jaime nodded "Lady Whitefyre, we will bring Lord Whitefyre back to Dragon's Watch. Rest of you, take care of our prisoner and treat our wounded, we will dispatch reinforcements," Ser Jaime said urgently as he put Jon onto a horse. Rhaenys mounted her horse. We had a prisoner?

They nodded and went off to treat the wounded Whitefyre guards. It was a blur then, Ser Jaime with Jon in his horse and her had ridden straight for Dragon's Watch. After what seemed like an eternity, Dragon's Watch came into view. Rhaenys nearly cried at the sight of the castle.

See Jaime had rode into the main keep yelling for Ser Mark and Ser Arthur. Ser Arthur had a shocked look on his face at Jon's body which looked like he was about to collapse. Maester Nendary rushed forward, and he and Rhaenys brought Jon to the Maester's turrets where Maestdr Nendary began to treat him. Ser Jaime was yelling for Ser Mark to double the town's guard and for men to be sent out. Soon, forty men with Ser Jaime in the lead departed the castle.

Maester Nendary tended to Jon's wounds, Jon had fallen unconscious on the way to the Dragon's Watch and had not woken since. Maester Nendary quietly tended to Jon's wound, taking out bottles of substance and bandaging his wounds while Rhaenys watched from the side, face carved with worry. If only I had not been so insistent on fighting the wildlings by myself. Jon would not be lying here. Jon had saved her life twice in the engagement with the wildlings. He saved my mother and now me.

After what seemed like an eternity, as the sky went dark, as Maester Nendary was focused on continuing treating Jon's wounds silently. Rhaenys could not take it anymore.

"Will he live" She choked out, fearing his answer.

Maester Nendary, looked up and gave her a small smile "I have removed the chances of infection, the arrows did not hit anything fatal. He should live and no long term injury." Thank the old gods. Rhaenys breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lady Whitefyre, you should get some rest, you have been standing here for too long,"Maester Nendary added on.

Rhaenys shook her head "I can't, I'm scared what if he…" She choked out in grief and anger at herself "when I leave,"

Maester Nendary smiled warmly at her "I understand, but you have to rest, for your child."

My child. She nodded her head and returned to her chambers. For the first time since she reached Dragon's Watch, she slept fully clothed. The absence of Jon next to her hit her harder than she thought. I do love him I suppose . The thought amused Rhaenys slightly, she never thought she would love her husband when she was younger. Yet, now she did and she craved his presence.

She could not sleep that night, she remembered the fight against the wildlings, their savage expressions as they came after her. The smell of death around them, and Jon laying on the ground with two arrows sticking out of him. The image stuck in her head throughout the night. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamt of Jon, laying on the ground, dead. The life had left his eyes, when she moved closer, Jon stood up, his eyes blue.

"You killed me," Jon said, then she heard a dragon roar. Blue flames washed over her.

Rhaenys awoke with a jolt, her body covered in sweat despite the cold Northern weather. I killed Jon. Was Jon dead? She immediately put on a cloak and rushed to the Maester's turret and opened the door. Maester Nendary was sleeping in a wooden chair he had pulled up next to Jon's body. Ser Arthur was standing over his body.

"Lady Whitefyre…" Ser Arthur said with a respectful nod of his head.

"Jon, is he…?" Maester Nendary stirred while Ser Arthur looked slightly confused at the panic in her voice.

"He is alright," Ser Arthur said. Maester Nendary looked slightly embarrassed he had fallen asleep. He must have been working the whole night.

"Ser Arthur, call the servants and tell them to bring breakfast here," Rhaenys told Ser Arthur who nodded and left.

"Is my husband okay?" Rhaenys asked, worried.

"He is recovering, there is no sign of infection. I have bandaged up his wounds. He will recover," Maester Nendary said, exhaustion clear in his voice. Ser Arthur returned then entered the room.

"Lady Whitefyre, I should have been there with him and you yesterday. I—" Rhaenys shot him a look which shut him up. It was my fault.

"There is nothing to apologise for," Rhaenys replied simply while she looked at Jon, his face was so peaceful compared to yesterday. It's my fault. Rhaenys felt the child inside her move slightly and she grimaced. My child nearly did not have a father because of my actions.

It was at that moment Jon began to stir. Maester Nendary instantly rushed forward while Jon and Ser Arthur immediately went to his side.

"Lord Whitefyre, can you hear me?" Maester Nendary asked in a voice filled with concern.

Jon's eyes opened, "Rhaenys, are you and our child safe ?". That was the first thing Jon said. That was too much for Rhaenys and she numbly nodded and felt tears swell up in her eyes. The first thing he does when he wakes from a near-death experience is asking after me and our child when I nearly caused the near-death experience in the first place.

"Lord Whitefyre, please stay down. You need to remain still,I fear if you sit up you might undo all the work I have put in." Maester Nendary said quickly as Jon attempted to sit up. Jon groaned and laid back down.

"What happened?" Jon asked wearily. "We won?"

"We did," Ser Arthur said "Thirteen wildlings attacked us, one of our men was slain, another four wounded. We killed ten of the wildlings and captured the rest."

"The wildlings yielded?"Jon asked, surprised.

"One of them did after being completely surrounded and outnumbered, the rest we took after they were found wounded." Ser Arthur replied.

Jon groaned slightly "What are wildlings doing here? We are a week's travel from the wall on horseback."

Ser Arthur shook his head "We have no idea, we questioned the only one that could talk but he refused to talk."

"What do we have that wildlings will venture all the way down here for?" Rhaenys wondered aloud.

"House Whitefyre is a new house and unestablished" Ser Arthur said as he massaged his temples "We don't have even a tenth of the gold Winterfell has. We don't have many farms or iron."

"These wildlings are too organised," Rhaenys said "They had bronze and some iron, Benjen Stark said wildlings rarely had bronze and almost never had iron. They seemed to be here for a purpose besides raping and pillaging,"

"What purpose?" Jon said "Wildlings always wanted to breach the wall. They could have attacked it from the south, but they came all the way here."

"Ships," Rhaenys said at a realisation "They want our ships, galleys like these can transport a force strong enough to overpower the wall from the south."

"Ships…" Maester Nendary said "Yes, that would make sense. The wall has no fleet of their own, they could use a galley or two to land a few hundred men behind the shadow tower and hit it with a two-pronged attack."

"The Wildlings have never been organised," Jon said as Maester Nendary began changing his bandages and winced at the pain. Rhaenys also winced every time Jon groaned in pain.

"They would occasionally unite behind a king beyond the walls," Maester Nendary said, "Perhaps there is a new one?"

"Send word to Winterfell and Castle Black at what happened," Jon said as Maester Nendary applied some green coloured ointments on him. "Ouch!"

Rhaenys winced at his pain. It's my fault. "Tighten defences along the walls and the docks." Rhaenys said "There might be more of them, I don't believe they would try and capture galleys with a dozen men. If we find them, try and catch them outnumbered. I don't want to much bloodshed,"

Ser Arthur nodded and left. Master Nendary had wrapped up Jon's wounds and then asked Jon to be carried to another room. Two Whitefyre guards carried Jon to a room close to the Maester turret so that he could be tended to quickly.

"Maester Nendary, could you check if my babe is alright?" Rhaenys asked, she was worried sick that the child inside her might have been harmed yesterday but Jon's injuries had made her forget all about it.

Maester Nendary turned slightly red "Of course Lady Whitfyre,but you will need to remove your dress…" He stammered slightly. In Dorne, nakedness was no big deal. Rhaenys had played with other children naked in the water gardens but in the North and anywhere else, people were more prudish.

Rhaenys simply nodded and shrugged off her cloak and unlaced her sleeping shift, leaving her completely naked. Maester Nendary turned even more red.

"My Lady, would you prefer if I wore gloves? I need to touch you…" Maester Nendary stammered.

"No need Maester," Rhaenys gave a small smile to reassure the Maester. Maester Nendary had touched her, being very careful in doing so. He turned even redder whenever his hands touched her breast or anywhere close to the lower parts of her body. After a while, Maester Nendary nodded and looked away "You can put your dress on"

"Is my child safe?" Rhaenys asked.

Maester Nendary nodded "I would recommend keeping away from vigorous activities, I understand you enjoy sparing but I suggest keeping away from it.Horseback riding too… from what I can tell, your babe will come in about a few moons turn."

"How about archery," She asked.

"Archery is alright, swimming is also good for the child through the water in the North is too cold to be good." Maester Nendary said before adding on while turning slightly red "I suggest when you two couple...you be...less vigorous."

Rhaenys laughed slightly, their coupling had always been gentle. "I will take your advice Maester, thank you for your help. You should get some rest."

"Thank you Lady Whitefyre," Maester Nendary said and Rhaenys left the turret to Jon's chamber next door.

"Rhaenys," Jon said as she entered.

"Jon, you are feeling better?" Rhaenys asked as she pulled a chair next to his bed.

"I am," Jon replied.

"I am so sorry Jon," Rhaenys broke down "I wanted to fight the wildlings and you nearly died!"

Jon looked slightly stunned "Oh...I forgot about that, it's okay. You and our child are safe."

"You could have died!" Rhaenys said, nearly bursting into tears.

"If I had died, it would have been protecting you and your child," Jon said with a soft smile.

"Don't say it like that!" Rhaenys retorted "I don't want you to die!"

"I also didn't want you to die," Jon replied, "When can I get out of bed?"

"Will you forgive me?" Rhaenys asked, "I should not ask for forgiveness, you nearly died because of my recklessness!"

Jon looked slightly confused "There is nothing to forgive, look it's all over. There's no point talking about it."

"But…" Rhaenys was about to retort when Jon pulled her in for a kiss. Rhaenys responded and their kiss was long and intense. Rhaenys felt his warm tongue enter her mouth. It felt good, when they broke apart Rhaenys confessed.

"I never thought I would say this...I love you,"

"I love you too." Before they both moved forward and pulled in for another long kiss.

Jon

The days went by as Jon slowly recovered, the wounds began to heal. Maester Nendary treated his wounds expertly. Within a week, Jon could see most of his wounds had healed, leaving behind scars where the arrows had hit.

The experience had been harrowing to say the least, but when Jon had been sent back to Dragon' Watch, when he had been delirious with those arrow wounds,Jon had dreamed. He dreamt of a Kraken bathing in a sea of blood, a wolf and a lion lay dead on top of a stag, the smell of flowers in the air and a black dragon roared. He saw a red coloured wolf changing from a wolf to a falcon and then back to a wolf. The worst was when he saw a blue-eyed human, a sword in hand, his arm was rotted to the bone. He charged at Jon and when Jon was about to raise his hands in defence, he was then turned to ash. A Weirwood tree laughed at him but when he looked closely blood came out of its red eyes.

He had then awoke to find his wife with an anxious face staring at him. Yet, as the days went by, he could not forget what he had dreamt of. It felt so real yet it wasn't.

After a week, Maester Nendary discharged him. Saying that he had recovered. Rhaenys came and spent lots of time with him while he was recovering, but Maester Nendary had been firm in not letting Jon walk, saying him staying put was the best way for the wounds to heal.

When Jon, finally was allowed to leave. Jon discussed with Rhaenys what to do with the captives. Rhaenys wanted them either beheaded or sent to Winterfell. Jon however did not want bloodshed. So after a rather heated discussion in which Jon got his way by telling Rhaenys "I nearly died to them! Let me choose what happens to them."

Where the wildling leader was being held captive, Ser Arthur and Rhaenys accompanied him. Dragon's Watch and Ice Dragon Square had been on high alert since the attack, with patrols of Whitefyre guards dispatched to patrol the villagers.

The cells of Dragon's Watch had one entrance to it and were well guarded. It was located below the castle. They went straight to the leader of the wildling, a broad-chested man with a huge belly. Jon and Rhaenys had discussed what to do with the wildlings and decided it was best to release him back North in exchange for information.

"So the Kneeler has come to see me…" The Wildling said as he approached.

Ser Arthur told Jon "This is Tormund, he was in charge of the wildling forces. He has refused to answer any of our questions. We wanted to be more...persuasive but your wife refused to let us." Torture, I do not want torture.

"Har! Why would I?" Tormund laughed, smacking his belly "What do you want with me? Kill me or let me go?"

"Let you go to what? Rape and pillage?" Jon retorted.

"If people cannot defend themselves, they don't deserve to have anything at all!" Tormund replied.

Rhaenys laughed behind him "A commonly held belief in many parts of the world, but these places aren't peaceful."

"What do you want, Tormund?" Jon asked, "Why will you come all the way here?"

"Why should I tell you bloody southerners?"

"We are Northerners," Jon retorted.

"You are below the wall, this makes you southerners," Tormund replied.

Ser Arthur chuckled "I suppose it depends where you stand." A matter of perspective.

"Are you here after our galleys?" Jon asked, knowing that was Rhaenys suspicion. "So you can attack the wall? What ordered you for this mission?"

"I am not telling you anything!" Tormund yelled back. Though Jon could tell Tormund was getting nervous. So they are here for the galleys.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes "Look, wildling, if you tell us, we will let you go,"

"Why should I trust any of your kneelers words?" Tormund replied.

"Because we are the only wants willing to help," Jon said "Is there a new king beyond the wall? Answer us or I will send you and your whole group of people to the Night's Watch. I promise you they will not be as gentle as us."

"What's the difference? I will still die anyway, either my head is chopped off or hanged," Tormund replied.

"We can offer you a place in the south," Jon said, "Tell us."

Tormund pondered for a moment before simply replying "No,"

"Look, you have failed already. What benefit do you get by being imprisoned." Rhaenys asked.

"I will not betray my companions," Tormund replied. That line was a mistake.

"Betray? You have other wildlings nearby? To capture our galleys?" Jon replied. Tormund's face fell and Rhaenys jumped on.

"Look, we have hundreds of men on patrol duty at the harbour. You will not even get away with a single galley. Your men will be slaughtered. I don't want bloodshed." Tormund's face turned red with anger, no doubt at himself.

"Why should I trust your word?" Tormund asked. Jon turned around. "Ser Arthur, your sword."

Ser Arthur looked slightly confused but drew his longsword, the Dayne's of Starfall held a pale greatsword called Dawn but See Arthur had declared himself unworthy of the sword and left it back at Starfall.

Jon grabbed the sword and cut the ropes that bound Tormund's hands together. "That's why," Jon said. "I will allow you and your men to return North of the wall. If only you swear never to pillage and rape south of the wall."

Tormund looked at his unbound hands and laughed "Har! You do have some honour! Not bad for a southron. Fine! I will get my men to stand down. We were to take two galleys and bring it North of the wall. To Mance, Mance Rayder, our new king beyond the wall."

A new king beyond the wall! I must write to my father.

"A new king? Is he to break against the wall again? He will not be the first, dozens have tried before and all have failed." Rhaenys said.

Tormund shook his head "You southrons know nothing, something is coming from the North. Creatures of immense power, they have destroyed every clan, every group that has tried to stop them."

"What creatures?" Jon asked.

"These creatures, they come in the night wielding blades of ice. White walkers is what some of the free folk call them. We are running from them." Jon shivered, White walkers are an old woman's tale. "I tell you what kneeler, I will get the men to surrender, you will guarantee safe passage?"

"I will, you swear not to come back to rape and pillage?" Jon asked.

"Free folk never break vows, unlike you southron fools," Tormund replied with seriousness in his voice.

Jon nodded and outstretched his hand "Jon, are you sure? These—" Ser Arthur interrupted but Rhaenys shut him up. Tormund took his hand and shook it.

"Deal," Jon said

"Deal" Tormund replied.

The next day, Jon and Rhaenys along with a hundred Whitefyre men rode out of Dragon's Watch. Tormund led them straight to the wildling hideout. There was a tense confrontation between the wildlings there and the Whitefyre men but they agreed to surrender in the end.

The wildlings were stripped of their weapons and armour and Jon ordered them to be sent back to the wall with Ser Arthur in charge of them. Jon had written a letter requesting the Lord Commander grant the willing safe passage through the wall.

The night Jon finally was allowed to return to his own chambers. Jon hugged Rhaenys as they sat together on an armchair, her body felt so perfect in his arms. Rhaenys moved her hands over his body.

"Why? Why did you release them? They nearly killed you!" Rhaenys said as Jon traced his fingers around her body

"I didn't want to kill them." Jon said "I rather not have more men die fighting, I don't know. I feel like the wildlings are a bit misunderstood. They want to live in a better environment." Jon added on.

"I hate that you won the argument," Rhaenys said softly as she moved her hands in between Jon's legs. Jon felt his own manhood stiffen.

"Rhaenys…" Jon moaned softly.

"I missed you," Rhaenys said as her violet eyes met his, it was filled with lust. Jon traced his fingers across her breast.

"I miss you too Rhaenys," Jon said softly, he felt his blood heat up slightly. Rhaenys moved her hands to unlace his breeches

Jon cupped her face and kissed her fiercely and lost it. Jon missed her so badly and all he felt was lust. Rhaenys unlaced his breechers as Jon hands undid her dress laces.

"Jon…" Rhaenys said in between their kisses.

"I love you" Jon replied as Jon's tunic came off and Rhaenys hands went to his bare chest. Rhaenys dress came off and pooled at her feet as they both moved to the bed.

"I love you, Jon," Rhaenys purred softly.

Jon was about to move his manhood into her when muttered "Should we be doing this? You're pregnant…"

Rhaenys giggled softly "So? Maester Nendary said not to be too rough. But you are always so gentle." Jon moved forward and their lips met and their bodies intertwined.

Soon, life settled back to normal back in Dragon's Watch. Jon trained tirelessly under Ser Jaime and Ser Arthur when he returned after two weeks. Jon found himself on the groundless and less. Eventually, one day he held his own against Ser Jaime who looked impressed. Rhaenys belly began to show signs of pregnancy. A child was growing inside, the thought of having children always brought a smile to Jon's face. A child he and Rhaenys could shower with love.

What was strange was that the eggs continued to call out to Jon, he would ignore it, then just hold the egg for a while, feeling its warmth and coolness and then snapping back to reality and putting the egg back. There is no life inside!

The months went by and Rhaenys belly began to grow larger and larger. Rhaenys got frustrated that she could not do horseback riding anymore, nor could she spar with Jon.

At night, Jon refused to bed her saying he was too afraid of damaging the baby.Rhaenys was frustrated but nevertheless they slept naked together but did not dare go anything further than that. Jon could begin to hear the child inside.

Every day, Jon would put his head on Rhaenys belly and hear their child's heartbeats. It felt so special and magical to hear the heartbeat of his child. Yet, Jon grew afraid and one night he confessed to Rhaenys.

"Rhaenys, are you afraid?" Jon asked worriedly as they lazed around, naked in bed.

"Afraid of what?" Rhaenys asked, Rhaenys had always been a cheerful,relaxed woman.

"Birthing a child…" Jon hesitantly replied.

Rhaenys smiled at Jon "You are afraid for me?"

"Of course!" Rhaenys kissed Jon on the lips and said "I am scared, but what's the point of worrying about it? It is up to the old gods, there is nothing we can do."

Jon furrowed his eyebrows, "When you say it like that…"

Rhaenys laughed "I am not going brood about it Jon, you should cut your brooding face. You look so much better if you don't brood all the time"

Oberyn had always teased Jon for brooding too much and Rhaenys was no different. "I don't want you to die" Jon blurted out.

"That's what I said to you when you were shot by two arrows, look what happened." Rhaenys replied smiling at Jon "Don't worry Jon,"

Jon gave Rhaenys a reassuring smile "I'll try not to,"

"How was the trade deal with the Mormonts and Forresters?" Rhaenys asked. Jon sighed, he had written to bear island and ironath regarding deals that allowed them to act as a middleman in selling goods. The reply had been as Jon expected.

"Uncle Benjen said that the Mormonts need time to convince themselves while the Forresters are interested, I am finalising the deal with them," Jon replied, while he planted a kiss on Rhaenys belly.

"Oh, isn't bear Island rather poor? I thought they would jump at the opportunity to earn some money." Rhaenys said "Oh, the construction of the main docks are almost done, we can accommodate a dozen more galleys soon"

"That's great," Jon replied "Regarding the Mormonts, the Northerners are a proud bunch. They prefer their simple ways…"

"Trading is not simple?" Rhaenys asked with her eyebrows raised.

Jon shook his head while Rhaenys moved her hand through Jon's hair "To them it's so southron,"

"Northerners are a stubborn lot," Rhaenys mumbled.

Jon chuckled "Aren't you a Northerner?"

Rhaenys laughed "Well I am, but even getting a few money for themselves is so challenging!"

"Uncle Benjen said they will come round," Jon replied

They were silent for a few moments before Rhaenys said: "What did you first think of me when I came to Winterfell?"

Jon remembered the day Rhaenys first rode into Winterfell. Lady Stark had told him to stand in the back saying a bastard had no place greeting a Princess. Rhaenys first words were "Where is my betrothed?"

"You were a fierce, cheerful and beautiful princess." Jon replied "I was the bastard,"

Rhaenys smacked his left arm "Don't call yourself that!"

"I know, but like I feared you would hate me cause you would be forced to marry a bastard! I thought our bed would be cold and we would have no children," Jon said sincerely. Rhaenys rolled her eyes and hit Jon's ass and Jon winced. "Ow!"

"Don't call yourself that!" Rhaenys glared at him with her beautiful violet eyes "You have been proven to be a great husband. Our marital bed has been warm and we have children on the way! I disliked marrying you at first but my mother told me to keep an open mind! Now we love each other!"

"I know, I thank you for being so open-minded," Jon replied.

Rhaenys smiled "Thank you for all your work into the castle." Jon touched Rhaenys brown hair which often glowed under the light.

" She smiled as her hand went to her belly, slowly moving her hand over it. Before she winced slightly, forcing her to sit upright a little.

Jon looked over in concern "Rhaenys are you okay?"

Rhaenys grimaced slightly "The baby inside just kicked," Rhaenys moved her hand over the bump, patting it slowly.

"Can I do anything to help?" Jon asked in concern, he hated seeing Rhaenys suffer and being unable to do anything.

Rhaenys smiled at him lustfully "Oh you could do the thing with your fingers…"

Jon felt his face turn red and he rolled his eyes "Rhaenys…."

Rhaenys giggled slightly "You said you wanted to help…"

"I fear in our lust we may end up…injuring the babe…" Jon said, truly he would like nothing better to be inside Rhaenys but he had to control himself for the babe for he feared hurting his own child.

Rhaenys groaned in frustration but understood his reasoning fine. "Have you decided what name to give our child?" She asked as her hand brushed Jon's hair lightly.

"I chose the girls name right?" Jon asked with a small smile "Visenya perhaps? Arya loves reading about the first Visenya, the dragon rider. Or after your mother Elia?"

"I like Visenya," Rhaenys said as Jon put his hand on Rhaenys belly, feeling the life inside. "I would choose maybe Jaime or your father's Eddard? These two men saved my life,"

Notes:

Hope you liked this chapter, (I myself am not too sure if I like it a not). My writing pace has slowed down a lot to the point I'm unable to even complete a chapter in a week. Don't worry, there are still about fifteen chapters left. I would love if you leave comments or feedback.