A Little Touch of Heavenly Light

They are all sitting outside Bran's chamber, Rob is pacing back and forth as Rickon sleeps in Sansa's arms. Arya looks out a window, listening to the direwolves howl and Jon sits against the stone wall with Dany's head on his shoulder. They all fear the worst but hope and pray for the best, but the blood…there was so much blood and he wished that rain would come and wash the stained grass away. Jon didn't understand it; Bran would climb the ice covered walls and never slip once. Why now, could have happened to make him let go. He opens his eyes when he feel's Dany's soft, warm hand in his. She is carefully studying each finger, each line on his palm and he looks up to see Sansa giving them both a confused look. Dany then places a kiss on his palm and the door to Bran's room open's up. They all stand up quickly as Ned walks out, his face tired and broken.

"The worst part is over, the healer says that he will make it…that he is a fighter."

The tension in the air vanishes and every face has a look of relief splashed across it. "You should all get some sleep, tomorrow is a big day."

"You're still leaving?" Rob asks with disbelief.

"I gave my word to the king." Ned explains.

"You gave your word to your family father." Rob argues back. "What about mother, she is clearly not in the right state of mind to be left on her own."

"She has you and Dany, she will be fine." Ned tiredly says. "Now please just get to bed." He commanded and the six of them share the same expression as they wandered to their chambers.

~X~

She enters his chambers in the middle of the night, it's not like he was sleeping or anything because he can't sleep. His thoughts are on Bran, the Wall, and Dany but when he hears her enter he looks up. She stares at him for a moment before taking off her nightgown, letting it pool around her on the floor. Dany gracefully walked over to his bed and climbed under the covers, kissing his lips softly. That night, Jon took time to remember ever curve on her body and every freckle and scar on her pale skin.

He wakes up as the sunrises, the sky outside is colored pink and he knows he is going to miss the beauty of Winterfell. Jon then looks down at the girl in his arms, she stayed with him the whole night and into the early hours of the new day. Dany is awake as well, her eyes trained on the window as the cold air breezes in. He can feel her gently caressing his arm and he pulls her tightly to him. "I've been thinking" She whispers and Jon chuckles against her hair.

"That can't be a good thing."

She gives his arm a little pinch and he yelps. "I'm serious ok!" She hisses and Jon gives her a quick nod, scared of her pinching him again. "We can me this work, I know we can. I know that when you take The Black you swear that you will never take a wife or father no children. But they will not have to know about the two of us, whenever you come back to Winterfell we can spend time together. We can still have a family, still have a normal life and…"

"No." He stops her and she turns to face him. "I will not let you do that, I'm going to find a way to get out of this so I won't have to take the oath." She opened up her mouth to speak but Jon stopped her. "I'm not going to let another child carry the title of a bastard and you would be known as a whore. I'm not letting that happen." He sternly says and Dany sighs, knowing that he was right. "I'll find a way." He promises. "I'll find a way for us."

~X~

Dany watches as the King gets on his horse, she wonders how the poor creature can walk with him on its back. He eyes then fall to Jaime Lannister who was watching her like a hawk and then to Joffrey who was complaining about something. She shook her head trying to figure out what Sansa saw in him, but she would truly never know. But then she saw Sansa walk over to her, holding herself in perfect poise like a lady should. "I hope to see you soon Dany." She says putting her best 'mature' voice on. "You will write of course and be invited to my wedding."

"That sounds fair Sansa." She pauses. "I know we really, truly never got along but I wish the best for you."

Then she saw what looked to be a tear form in the girl's eyes. "Take care of my mother and my brothers." She said and went to walk away when Dany pulled her into a hug.

"It's ok to be scared Sansa," She pulled away and looked her in the eye. "If you need to come back, write to me and I will be in Kings Landing to bring you home."

"Thank you Dany." Sansa whispered and then looked up when she heard Joffrey calling her. "I must go, my prince a waits me."

"And hell awaits me"

Dany turned around to see Arya coming out of the castle doors with a frown on her face. Dany rolled her eyes and grabbed her by her shoulder. "Arya what did I tell you about cursing."

"You do it to!" Arya defends.

"Well just don't curse in front of the queen ok." She looked at the little girl who became her best friend. "And be safe…and don't do anything stupid you understand?"

"I understand." Arya smiled. "Besides, if anyone messes with me I'll stick 'em with my sword."

Dany sighed. "I knew Jon giving you that would be a bad idea, just don't go around telling people where you got it." Arya gave a smiling nod and then ran over to hug Dany. "I'll see you soon ok?"

"Ok"

The youngest Stark girl then ran off to one of the carriages and hopped in. She is about to turn around to go inside the castle when a hand on her arm stops her. She spins around, about to attack when she sees that it is only Jon. "I wanted to say goodbye to you one last time." He whispers as he brings his lips to hers again, it just feels so natural, like they are made for each other. He could kiss her all day and night if he wanted to, but she pulls away and looks up at him the same way she does…the same way she always has.

"It's not goodbye Jon, it's more of an 'I'll see you soon.'" She explains as she caresses his face.

"Fine then I will see you soon." He tells her as he kisses her again. He starts to saddle up his horse and still feels her eyes on him and as he gets on the black stallion she speaks up again.

"Don't you come back with a beard either because I will shave it off myself." Dany commands as she points at him. He threw his head back and laughed, trying to make the best out of all of this because he really had no idea what he was doing.

"Alright Princess." He sarcastically says and then he changes his tone to a meaningful one. "I love you."

He loves that she still goes red in the face when he says that. "I love you Jon Snow."

And with a swift tug on the reins, Jon is off, following the line of king's men and soldiers. A stray tear falls from Dany's eye because she knows, that deep down something will go wrong.

~X~

It's been five weeks after Jon has left and Dany finds herself moping around the halls of the castle and the God's Wood. At night she is always in her room, putting her dragon's eggs on the fire place hopping for something but Ned was right it was just a relic now. She sighs as she picks up the black egg and puts it back into the truck, setting candles around all three eggs and lighting them. She then climbs on her bed, Bran's direwolf, Summer, laying at the foot of the bed crying. She is about to snuggled underneath the blanket she took from Jon's room when Summer begins to snarl and growl. "Summer?" The direwolf then howls and jumps off the bed running out of her chambers and down the hall. Dany quickly puts her robe over her night gown and runs out the door behind the beast.

She runs into Bran's chambers where she sees Catelyn slumped against the dresser, her hands bloody and bleeding and a man on the floor, his throat ripped open. Her eyes the follow the small blood trail up to Summer who is now lying beside Bran. It doesn't take a scholar to figure out what happened here. "Good dog." She murmured before rushing over to Catelyn and yelling for Rob.

~X~

They all become more alert after the death attempt on Bran. They each have a shift to spend time in his room, to make sure that it doesn't happen again. It was a few more days after the attack when Catelyn calls them all into the god's wood. They all stand around her as she speaks. "It was the Lannisters, it was them that pushed him from the tower and who put the attack on Bran." She showed them the knife. "A common farmer cannot afford a knife like this."

"So what do we do?" Robb asked

Theon scoffed. "Easy, we cut them down one until there is nobody left."

"Do you want to start a war?" Dany cut in, glaring at Theon. "If we go in swords blazing then they will have all our heads on a stake in Kings Landing…that's a stupid idea Theon."

"Woman, are you trying to start an argument with me?" Theon snaps and Catelyn raises her hands and yells for them to stop fighting.

"I will ride to Kings Landing and speak to Ned about it, sending a raven would be unsafe." Catelyn explains and the three young adults nod. "I'll have Rodrick travel with me," She looked to Dany. "I want you to watch over Bran and Rickon while I'm gone and Robb will act as Lord on my behalf." She looked at the three of them. "I trust the three of you to keep Winterfell safe."

~X~

Catelyn had left in the afternoon and the House of noble Stark feels so empty, there is no more shared laughter and joy or is there any smiles. Theon had relived Dany from watching Bran so she was curled up on her bed looking out the window. She hasn't gotten any sort of word from Jon and it pains her heart that she doesn't know where he is or how he was doing. She is worried to say the least and it makes both her heart and her stomach hurt because what if he is dead? Just that thought makes her want to throw up.

She takes a shuddering breath as she listens to the fire crackle, she then looks at her dragon eggs again. It was strange, she knew that they were never going to hatch but something deep down made her think that she felt something move when she picked one up. If they were to hatch then she could fly to that damned wall and get Jon back herself. She tries her best to ignore the fluttering feeling that she has been getting when she thinks of him and just as her eyes flutter shut, she hears yells coming from the hall and at her door. Rob barges in and yells with a smile on his face. "He is awake!"

She jumps off her bed and grabs her robe, following Rob to Bran's chambers.

~X~

"You know moping around will not get your woman back."

Jon looked up from the light of the fire and over to the Imp. "What?"

"You are thinking about the girl right…that Targaryen girl." He turned a page in his book. "She is a pretty thing, she could hold the title as the most beautiful in the kingdom. But alas, she is stuck in the north where her beauty can't be seen." He closed his book. "I guess that is a good thing." There is a small beat of silence. "Do you think of her more when you look at fire?"

"Yes" He croaks out as he stares at the dancing flames. "When she was six and I was eight we were both in the kitchen waiting for the cake for Rob's birthday to be done." Jon gave a laugh. "She was getting so annoyed because it was taking so long so, Dany being Dany she decided that she was going to stick her hand in the oven to get the cake and when she did the cook began to yell and pulled her hand out. When she took her hand out the cook gasped and I was shocked as well, she wasn't burnt or in any sort of pain and when I asked her about it later she said it felt a little tingly that's all."

Tyrion nodded. "That makes sense though; she is blood of the dragon." Tyrion then gazed at the sky. "Jon quick question and you may find this extremely inappropriate." He sighed. "Did you fuck her?"

Jon's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"Northerners," Tyrion sighed as he shook his head. "Did you sleep with her, have sex, lay with her…mate with her? I really don't know what you northerners call it."

"It's none of your business." Jon snappend and Tyrion chuckled.

"You did then," The Imp stood up and stretched his limbs. "Then I guess part of the prophecy is coming true then."

Jon raised his eye brows, curious to know what he was talking about. "Prophecy, what prophecy?"

"The one about Fire and Ice." Tyrion pointed out. "My sister is obsessed with it, but that my boy is a story for another night because I am tired." He gave a bored glance. "Goodnight."

Jon turned back to the fire, letting the image of Dany play within the flames. "Fire and Ice." Jon repeated. "What does he mean about Fire and Ice?"

TBC

A/N- eh this was more of a filler chapter before to set the events of the next few chapters, let me know what you all think!