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I'm back, guise! I'm sorry I took a whole week to update, but I'm very picky about this story and that's the main reason it took me so long to come here and post another chapter. And now there's a little bit of Jon's POV and I appreciated this chapter a lot. Hope you'll like it.

Good Reading :3

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They were on the Bridge, far away from the King and his royal pricks, mimicking the royal court and Daenerys couldn't hold her laughter. Robb jested, pretending he was King Robert, widening his arms and mimicking his round form and walking to Daenerys, puffing his cheeks to make him look fatter and Dany was breathless of so much cackling. Jon was very much rolling on the floor, holding his stomach as he cried of laughing.

"I'm just staring at you to scare you, but I'm much more worried of what Cat has prepared for the feast!" Dany was shaking from laughing "Ned had so much work to hide you from me so I would just glance a moment at you before ignoring my Queen to see my beloved late Lyanna's grave."

"Just like that, Robb!" Jon exclaimed widening his eyes as he dried the laughing tears "He gave a shit to her! Her face literally went from cool Queen to lame and really pissed." they smirked at each other.

"But she's still very beautiful." Dany tried to sooth the conversation "He's very pertinent."

"He's the King! He can be whatever he wants, no one will stand up to him." stated Robb, relaxing his posture and rubbed his chin smirking widely at his brother, approaching Dany "Are you alright after the…" Robb searched for the words as Daenerys grinned at him. He laughed "Awkward - let's use this word - moment with your Grace?" she shrugged, stretching her arms to her sides.

"I was waiting for his sentence." she admitted and Robb rolled his orbs as Jon chuckled slightly next to them "I mean it! He isn't fond of me, it's obvious. I wasn't comfortable with him searching the deepest secrets of my soul in front of everyone."

"You survived it. A great warrior." Jon joked, winking one of his dark eyes to her and she grimaced as an answer, smiling later "What about the prince Sansa awaited for long?" Dany made a funny face and Robb was indignant about Joffrey.

"You must be joking me! She kept looking at him the entire King's analyzes of Dany's dragon soul!" she smacked him on the arm and Robb ignored it, continuing speaking, grunting at how absurd he thought of this "She was almost jumping into his arms and they're both children!"

"She was waiting a long time for his arrival. Of course she would keep staring at him, Robb." the Targaryen commented and the her young lord gazed at her clearly unhappy with that "He was gazing at her too, just so you know."

"He'd be a royal asshole not to look at her, but what I really mean is…" Jon and Dany were cackling again and Robb was still pestering about it "They are just children, for the Gods' sake!" and he turned abruptly at Dany, narrowing his eyes at her and she furrowed her dark brows to him "He was also glaring at you, Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen! What do you have to say about that?"

"I didn't want to loose my head. Literally." she admitted again and all of the chuckled soundly once more, leaning their bodies forward "The King seemed to like you, Robb." she bumped her shoulder in his arm, because he was much taller than her, and he shrugged.

"Some of us are more privileged not to even share a word to him." he looked to Jon, smiling kindly and Jon sighed in relief.

"The perks of being a bastard." he joked, but Dany and Robb knew it really was just a joke - being a bastard had no such perks, Jon could never inherit Winterfell or the Stark's famous house. Even though he was raised with the better education, he'd still just be a bastard of the North like many others.

"There you are!" Theon's cocky voice reverberate through the bridge as he joined the bastard, the lord and the ward. He had changed his clothes to more formal and nightly sable vest, with golden embroiders of kraken over his chest underneath the iron grey cloak, and pointed at the horizon, the sun going down as he joined them "Lady Catelyn wants to talk to you now, Daenerys." he sent the blonde lady a shameless grin, running his eyes from head to toes "You were supposed to be ready for the King - I mean, for the feast." he corrected himself.

"You have always some joke to tell, Theon." Daenerys mentioned disgusted walking towards the direction he just came from. He jested again, trying to touch her in her way.

"Always to pleasure you, my lady." bowing to her and she arched one of her brows, cold face.

"It's a pleasure not to hear your voice." and went to meet her Lady mother.

The Stark boys laughed and Theon frowned, not happy with Daenerys heated answer. He stared at the two brothers and laughed mimicking them, a little pissed.

"Yeah, yeah. Enough already. Your mother ordered for the both of you to get dressed to impress the Queen. Hurry up!" he grabbed the brothers by their sleeves and dragged them down the corridor, back to the Great Keep where they would get ready for Cersei.

And they went separate ways. Jon walked to his room at the second floor as Robb and Theon urged to his on the higher floor. Once he opened the door to his room, there was Ghost sitting over his bed, his head leaning to one side, lifted white ears and bright red eyes watchful. Jon smiled to his pup and Ghost, much bigger than he was when he first came to Winterfell and longer white furs, laid down to his bed again.

"You're so quiet." Jon commented as he shut the door and walked towards his dresser, searching for his best clothes "You're either too lazy to make a sound, either too smart to like humans." the direwolf kept glaring at him and the bastard could swear Ghost was very similar to the God's tree in the Godswood - the same eyes.

Jon chuckled and patted the albino direwolf's head "You're a very weird pup."

He found his more formally vests, of ebony leather and cotton, the hems molded in small spikes and the buttons were underneath his chemise. Same coloured pants and dark brown boots, the cleaner he had - he used to have just three pair of boots and he was very careful not to ruin any of them because he just didn't want to be a nuisance for anyone, specially Lady Stark - the cobbler would most certainly tell her about his crazy adventures that damaged his shoes.

He knew it wasn't about a shoe or a piece of clothe, a chicken leg, the Starks wouldn't be carressing of anything - they were the wealthiest family in the entire North. The mainly reason Jon would avoid troubling Lady Catelyn was his mother, the woman he never knew and no one else, since his father wouldn't talk about her ever. And, even though Lady Catelyn was very cold to him and hardly even directed a word to him, she endured his presence, the best she could, in respect to his father or, also, she didn't have much other choices but bear with him.

She was never a mother to him like to her children and Daenerys, not that he was expecting that from her, but he would be very jealous of all of them for having a mother to cradle them at night and read ancient stories when he was just a boy. She would only allow him to stay at her reading section when Lord Eddard was along or when Robb and the others asked. That was obvious to everyone in Winterfell that she couldn't stand his presence for such a long time.

And Jon respected that, being mostly out of her sight as he grew older, understanding her position and her bleakness towards him, avoiding staying in the same room as she was for more than five minute. All of this just made him think more and more about making his uncle Benjen take him to the Wall, to make his vows and become a man of the Night's Watch and guard the North from the Wildlings.

He was in front of the mirror now, glaring at his long, pale face, his dark eyes and brows drawing attention, his thick sable curls falling over his countenance and forcing him to comb them backwards, Lady Catelyn wanted the young man with clean and showing faces to impress the Queen - Jon rolled his eyes remembering Theon's annoying voice. He tried to comb it the best he could backwards and keep them there, but his hair had willing of it's own and that meant there would be no hair back that night.

Jon eventually gave up, just washing his face with water and trying to be turn his face less brooding until it was the time to go, marching his way towards the Great Hall and wait for his family's orders to take a seat at the back of the tables, far away from the table where his Lord father would sit with the King and their respective wives. Then, he stopped in the kitchen, watching the organized chaos in there - great animals roasted in wooden spikes, some just waiting for the feast to begin, others in prepare, a hundred or more barrels of wine piled in the biggest wall, many other kitchen servants cutting vegetables and preparing the dishes to make them much more appetizing. The bastard could feel his stomach growling in hunger, so he neared one of his favorites' lady servant and grinned widely at her, grabbing a piece of whatever she was preparing. She waved a hand at him, rolling her eyes and continuing her work as Jon went back near the door to the Great Hall.

Once more, as he watched the people concluding the decoration of the Great Hall and setting all the tables and chairs along the many candle holders, dishes, cutlery and wooden cups disposed so everyone had their own, he felt he didn't belong there. It just wasn't in him to give feasts to Kings and Queen and all their parlour, all the responsibility, all of it wasn't as obnoxious as it should be because he was raised in there since he was an infant, otherwise he couldn't just stand that.

Jon couldn't understand why his father wanted him to stay in Winterfell for much longer, he wasn't fit to be in there, he wasn't his legitimate son, his heir, he wouldn't have lands of his own ever and he wouldn't have peace until he left the Starks Castle. Yet, he had nowhere else to go but the Wall - the place of bastards, rapists and thieves - and his uncle was in there, as a Ranger, working to protect the Seven Kingdoms and Jon just wanted to be useful, to have a purpose in his life - he would have none if he'd stay there. What could he possibly be once his Lord father was gone?

Lady Catelyn would mostly certainly ask him to leave and follow with his life, if Robb wouldn't tell him to stay and be his master-at-arms only after Sir Rodrik Cassel's death - how old would Jon be when his life really mattered? Thirty? Forty? He just didn't have the patience to wait that long. Besides all of that, there was the fact he didn't want to father another bastard or marry at all, what would he give to his wife and children? A whole life depending on Robb's great and king heart until he was gone, and where would his family go after that?

The Winter is coming and all he could think of that was Jon had no stability if he stood in Winterfell.

His mind would wonder at a certain dragon lady who was raised with him when he had those kinds of thoughts. Her beautiful delicate face of pale peach skin and rounded jaw, of plump red lips and big violet orbs, her eyes filled with curved slashes and her dark eyebrows contrasting the platinum in her wavy locks falling over her shoulders; how beautiful her smile was or how her cheeks would flush when he said the right things in the right time, how she could be so spirited and gentle at the same time, her wryly eyes when they were about to do something wrong, the way she laughed and how she got along so well with everyone in Winterfell - even Theon; the way she gazed at him, the very gaze she would give nobody else, not even his brother Robb, and the way she made his chest drum. Then, he would feel his heart sinking in repentance for ponding about leaving Daenerys and never be with her again.

Jon couldn't really say when he fell in love with the Valyrian beauty, he really didn't know if it was ever scheduled to happen, but happened. Jon was in love with everything about the former princess and he felt so stupid for being like this, to delude himself and Dany - they couldn't ever be together. She was a princess, she's a lady without lands, but she's a woman and beautiful, talented, very clever and so gentle, any lord would accept having her as his betrothed or would've asked her hand to his Lord Father - what could he offer her? She deserved the world, not a life under the costs of other people. And Lord Eddard wouldn't allow them to marry, there was just no sense at all in marrying his bastard to his ward.

Another moment that made him feel so sad, because, even when it was about betrothing somebody, Jon couldn't say anything. He was just his father's bastard, no one else.

"What are you doing here?" said Maester Luwin startling the bastard for a moment, making him chuckle gawky "Looking very fancy, Jon." the intellectual asked the young man who shrugged, putting the rest of the leg down on a plate so he could speak properly to the ancient maester.

"Thank you, Maester Luwin. I'm just waiting for the feast to begin." the maester nodded, his chains seemed very heavy around his neck and over his elder shoulders. His eyebrows were uplifted, more of pity than reproval, and Jon knew what meant when he had that face on his countenance. The young man lost his appetite and wiped his hands, the disappointment all over his face "It was too good to be truth."

"I'm so sorry, Jon. Lady Stark thinks your presence would upset the Queen." Jon nodded, biting his inner cheeks and lowering his head so the Maester Luwin wouldn't look at his bittered and angry eyes just about to share a tear "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Maester. I'll put myself in my place now. Good night."

And Jon made his lonely way towards the courtyard, where a bastard of Winterfell belonged.

…

His hot tears streamed down his scowling face, his hair falling all over as he pushed his body forward while hitting the dummy man of straw, made for practicing, with his iron sword, cutting and smashing the fake man, pouring out his anger and outrage. He couldn't believe how foolish he had been to really believe in Theon's words of getting ready to meet the royal family. He was the most stupid man he ever knew by that. Lady Catelyn did it this time, she hurt him again.

He could feel his body tremble and lifted his sword arm to wipe his tears away, the temperature lowering as the time passed by and he was on his own, listening to the low music from the Great Hall, the laughters and the conversation filling his ears with greater sadness.

Doesn't she get it? I want to leave as much as she wants me to stay away! Jon thought to himself as he stabbed the straw man again and again, grunting in anger.

He was so deep in his thoughts he didn't even listen to the galloping behind him and, then, the hoarse voice of a man.

"Is he dead yet?" Jon frowned and turned around, meeting his uncle Benjen from the Night's Watch getting off his horse and making his way towards his bastard nephew. There was a smile on Jon's sad face, making him forget for an instance about all the problem he already have.

"Uncle Benjen!" he wore a black mantle over his dark suit, long dark locks and grey eyes, face of a Stark and he looked very much like his father. He was just a bit taller and bigger, but still his father's younger brother.

"Oh, you got bigger!" the man told his nephew, hugging him and smirking proudly to Jon, looking glad into his deep grey irises "Rode all day! Didn't want to leave you alone with the Lannisters." he glared back at Jon and where he found his bastard nephew, looking around for awhile before back at his face "Why aren't you at the feast?"

Jon shrugged and his face went blank again "Lady Stark thought it might insult the royal family to sit the bastard in the midst." the man nodded, tapping Jon's shoulder and comforting him.

"Well, you're always welcome on the Wall. No bastard was ever refused to sit there." Benjen had his hands on his belt, seeing that Jon's eyes were now glowing with the possibility to leave.

"So take me with you when you go back!"

"Jon…"

"Father will let me if you ask him! I know he will!" There was determination in his darg grey orbs and Benjen's face became serious.

"The wall isn't going anywhere." a calm countenance forming over his long face.

"I'm ready to swear your oath." Jon insisted once more.

"You don't understand what you'd be giving up. We have no families…" Jon was already rolling his eyes as Benjen continued speaking "None of us will ever father sons!"

"I don't care about that!"

Benjen smiled larger, looking farther behind Jon as his eyes glanced at him once more "You might… If you know what it meant." he tapped his shoulder again and the younger man was felt countered "I better get inside, rescue your father from his guests." and he stepped backwards, going away "We'll talk later."

He left, then, forcing Jon his way back to stab the straw dummy and pouring out his anger to his situation again.

"There you are!" he heard a keen and sweet voice coming north of him and he lifted his orbs to see who was coming.

Daenerys made her way towards him, her beautiful silhouette in the lavender dress trimmed in silver flower garments up and down, long sleeves and cream boots. She wore her fur cloak over it all and her silver blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and back, a braid coming from her bangs to the back of her head. Her face was coloured with bright red over her plump lips, her cheeks and nose were deep pink due the cold weather and her violet orbs were much more deeper than they were by afternoon - in Jon's opinion, her eyes got even brighter with the nightfall, just like a dragon's fire in the dark, enlightening what was around it.

She was stunning and Jon did feel his mouth open for a while as she approached him, her hands were folded over her lap and her steps were soft in the mud. This time Lady Catelyn really put her efforts in Daenerys to make her look the most beautiful being in the North - he wasn't sure why she'd done it, since the Queen didn't really seem to like Dany, but she surpassed all of it. Maybe his Lord father had asked this of her, he had no idea, but

"I was looking for you everywhere!" she said, looking at his face and biting her lips, her eyes full of compassion "I didn't know she would sent you away from the feast."

Jon smiled at Dany, waving a hand and looking at her "Don't mind about that. You look beautiful, Daenerys." but there was a frown in her valyrian face and the bastard couldn't help but think how adorable she was "What now?"

"She made you leave me alone with those people…" she muttered, folding her arms and glancing in his deep eyes "You were supposed to sit with me while Robb entered with Myrcella and the others were sitting with the royal family!"

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." he apologized and Dany pondered, making a face before smiling and throwing herself in his arms, to hug him.

"You're forgiven, Jon Snow." he chuckled, feeling her scent penetrating her nose and she was laughing again, smiling brightly at him and he could see how anxious she was to speak about what happened. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, she continued speaking "Queen Cersei wanted to talk to me while the King danced and squeezed the waitress big butt!" Jon laughed overwhelmed with Dany's words and she nodded, she trying to control her face before giggling.

"This is a scene I'd like to see." she slapped him on his arm and he signed for her to continue.

"She asked for me and Sansa to go in there and she was very inconvenient." Daenerys eyes averted Jon's for a moment as she remembered what she went through and he arched an eyebrow. She continued "After talking about seaming dresses, she asked both of us if we were already grown woman, if you understand me." he nodded, his cheeks flushing for the thought and Dany continued "Sansa almost cried in front of her and the Queen asked for her to leave, making me stay."

"That's a first." Jon commented glancing curiously at her and Dany agreed.

"Then she started a conversation of betrothed and if I already had any. I denied, I have none that I'm aware of." Jon made a face for that "And she wondered about marrying me to Joffrey." Jon widened his orbs, his brows furrowed and Dany made a disgusted face.

"Sansa's going to die when she hears this."

"Lady Stark said Lord Eddard had plans for me already, making more alliances to the King and she dropped the subject." there was a breath the bastard let out he had no idea he was holding "I almost told her myself that was a honor I could live without."

They laughed for some moments and they hugged each other again, his head over her head and her arms embracing him like he was about to go away.

"I'd die if you were to betroth him." he admitted and he could feel his face burning to his ears.

"So would I." she pulled away and gazed into his hard grey orbs, leaning her forehead into his.

"I mean…" he cleaned his throat while gazing into those orbs of her, so bold they didn't dare to look away of his dark irises "I'd die if you betroth anyone." she nodded, licking her lips.

"I get it, Jon." she whispered and he fancied her some more.

She was so damn close and he was so afraid of doing something, something he wouldn't be able to satisfy her, to make her suffer more than she already has suffered her entire life. She was the most precious thing he had in his life, yet, he just couldn't elude her with the possibility of them being together, to take her virtues away and dishonoring her. She already had to pay for her family's sin, she didn't have to pay for his also.

But she's so damn close…

"Just kiss already." a wry voice came from their side and both threw their bodies back, both flushed and panting in startle. They turned to meet the man, or half of a man, holding a cup of wine in one hand and leaning on the horses' fence.

He was very short, an Imp, some would say, with small arms and legs, wearing ruddy leather garments and not prepared for the cold out there. He looked more like a shadow where he stood, but he walked towards the ward and the bastard soon after his comment and he had a very unpleasant face.

"Did I ruin the moment? Sorry. I'm just indignant that you haven't kissed yet." he came into the torch's light and there was the golden hair, one eye of green and the other of brow orb, his face a bit deformed compared to a normal person.

"What are you doing back there?" Jon asked, furrowing his eyebrows as Dany straightened her posture, getting used to the dwarf's appearance - she wasn't disgusted or anything, she just never seen someone like him before.

"Preparing for a night with your family." he sipped from the cup in his hands and glared at them both "I've always wanted to see the wall." and he stared deeply in Jon's face, Daenerys glaring at him also, her face was wary.

"You're Tyrion Lannister, the Queen's brother." Jon added and Daenerys bowed slightly at him, he bowed to her also.

"My greatest accomplishment." he suppressed a smirk and looked at Jon "And you, you're Ned Stark's bastard and you're Ned Stark's ward." he told them both, very glad with their reaction to him.

Jon turned around to go back to his dummy, annoyed with the dwarf's bleakness to talk, and Dany stood in there, gazing into the weird little man.

"He has a name, you know?" the Targaryen spoke making Tyrion look to her, running his eyes up and down her body "He's Jon Snow."

"A bastard's name." the Imp added, being completely obvious and pissing him off more and more "And you're Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen." he turned to her, making her cheek blush once more "A princess' name." he smirked widely to the younger man and woman "That does sound like a star-crossed lovers' story, though."

"Why are you so bitter with your words?" she wondered, trying to understand this little man's anger.

"The world isn't exactly a wonderful place for people like me." he sipped once more and pointed at them both "All of us, for the matter." he was chuckling to himself now, sarcasm all over in his small silhouette "I thought you'd be a bitter young woman at your age, but you're very much like a little pup towards these people."

Daenerys arched one of her eyebrows, shrugging her shoulder and looking bleaky at the dwarf "I had to survive somehow, I was raised with love and the best I could ever dream of. I have no reason to be bitter at them." she replied and Tyrion agreed, glancing at Jon.

"Some of us aren't that lucky, am I right, Jon Snow?" he approached Jon, then, his short, crooked legs never meeting while he stepped to the young man "Never forget what you are. The rest all of the world will not. Wear it like an armour and it can never be used to hurt you." and he turned away to leave, making Jon irritated.

"And what the hell do you know about being a bastard?!" Jon questioned, his face in a scowl.

Tyrion barely turned around to answer the bastard, opening his arms as he passed by Dany and bowing goodbye "All dwarves are bastards in their father's' eyes." he gazed at Daenerys "Goodbye, princess."

Jon and Dany stared at each other for a moment, very curious about what just happened.

"Are you alright?" the young woman asked walking towards Jon, seeing as he hesitated biting his lower lip "Don't pay attention to what he said. He doesn't know you enough to assume those things…"

"Well, he was right about the bastard." Jon replied, putting his sword again and not really looking in Daenerys' eyes.

"Oh, Jon, you're very loved, alright?" Jon stopped what he was doing, a incredulous glimpse over his countenance, making the blonde girl look for other words to believe in her "Your father loves you, your brothers and sisters!"

"Yeah, well, it doesn't mean much, Dany." he replied, sadness all over his eyes "I'm a nuisance to them all, because they don't know what to do with me!" Dany took a step back as he got angrier and angrier, leaning forward and gesticulating. Her eyes were fierce, but her face was faltering "I'm always leaving under this endless doubt of what will become of me if something happens and it always changes!" He turned his back to her, running a hand through his hair and Dany was feeling the fire of her family rising inside of her.

"I understand how you feel, Jon, I do!" he laughed bitterly and Dany was insulted with his taunt "It's just the same thing for me, but there is no family bond at all!" Jon's eyes were on her again as she used her hands to speak, he held his thoughts while she said very spirited "They may care about me and love me, but I'm just a ward after all! Someday, they'll find a better place for me and I'll be gone forever. You're Lord Eddard's son! He wants you to stay!" she was very infuriated.

"And what do I want, Dany? Where am I in all of this?" she gasped her nostrils, Jon was yelling at her right now and she wasn't liking any of that - she hated when they fought "I'm not waiting for my fate to get to me, waiting for somebody else to decide what will become of me!" he said determinated.

"That's why you want to go to the Wall?" she demanded standing up to him.

"Yes! That's why I want to leave the sooner I can!" he admitted, his voice lowering as he saw Dany's face going from infuriated to disappointed, her eyes saddening "You're the only reason for me to stay, but you won't ever be mine because you're meant for somebody else, again!" she swallowed and he continued, his head low "I don't want them to decide my life anymore, Daenerys."

She sneered wryly, taking a step backwards and glancing at him, her dark eyebrows furrowed as she managed some words "Then, Jon Snow, don't let me be in your only way of freedom." and she turned around to leave, holding her tears back the best she could because she was too proud right now to cry in front of him.

"Dany, wait." she heard his soft voice calling her, but she was too hurt and sad to go back and forgive him right now "Daenerys!" she kept walking and he grunted, punching the dummy behind him with all his strength.

There you go, Jon Snow… Hurting the person you love the most! You're a bastard, indeed.

…

He was hesitant to knock in her door, he just had no idea of what to tell her to make her forgive him. He could feel the warmth from her room, the hottest in the entire Keep, the candle lights through the cracks of the great wooden door. He could feel his throat closing as he thought of apologizing to her for something he was upset about - he just took it out on her because he was very annoyed with Lady Catelyn and the fact he couldn't be at the feast, his uncle Benjen showing up and telling him to wait before assuming the Night's Watch oath, that odd dwarf coming out of the blue as he tried to have a moment with her.

He was wrong this time, he knew, but he wasn't sure if he really should apologize to her. She would forgive him, of course, but what would happen later? She'd have to leave once his father authorized her wedding somebody else and, then, he'd be destroyed once more because he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't have her to himself like he's always wanted, dreamed of.

And, yet, he couldn't think of a day in which Daenerys wouldn't speak with him because she was mad at him. She'd just come and tell him she forgave him for being stupid, for saying nonsense things and that she'd kick his arse if he ever did that again. Jon knew she hated fighting with him as much as he did, even Ned would say that a fight between Dany and Jon was a dangerous battle between smoldering fire and dark ice - it didn't happen much, however, when it did, people would speak of it for days wondering if the both of them would ever talk to each other again.

He finally knocked on the door, listening her steps towards the entrance. He felt his breath stucking in his throat as she slid the heavy door open, her eyes were red and her face was frowning. She was already in her nightgown of light colours.

"Can I come in?" her violet orbs went down and up his body, until they met his dark irises again. She arched one of her brows "I come in peace." he said raising both his hands and she shrugged, turning around and sitting on her bed.

He was the one to close the heavy door and bear the very intolerable being Daenerys could be when she was annoyed. Her eyes were sharp as she glared at him from her bed and Jon rathered to stay a safe distance from the dragon lady "What do you want, Jon Snow?"

"I came to apologize." the dark haired young man admitted, his head low and his eyes on hers. He swallowed hard because she didn't flinch at his apologizing. He'd have to do better than this "I was pissed off with Lady Stark and I took it out on you when you did nothing to me." she moved her mouth and narrowed her sharp eyes to him. He sighed and continued his speech "I'm sorry, Daenerys, for being a bastard to you." he said bowing his head, waiting for her to say something, anything to make his heart stop sinking.

She turned her head to the side, her face dull and unyielding. Jon could feel the heat climbing to his head, boiling his insides slowly as she continued with the cold treatment he admitted he deserved for being a fucker, but he already apologized heartily to her. She had just to punch him in his stomach and carry on with their lives.

"Oh, come on, Dany!" he said afflicted and she arched an eyebrow. He approached her, kneeling by her bed as she kept looking to the side "I'm sorry for yelling at you, for feeling sorry for myself, for not really thinking if it would hurt you at all thinking of the Wall!" he insisted and she let her eyes roll to his face, hers still facing the other side "I have feelings too, you know? Sometimes I just can't help remembering that I'll have to go somewhere after you leave. I have to think of myself, also."

She turned to him, her eyes narrowing at him and her nostrils gaping. He could see where this was going and he rolled his dark grey orbs, sitting next to her "Alright, you do have to think of yourself, I get it! You also have to declare and retreat from your declaration at the same time? You're so very confusing, Jon!" she folded her arms over her chest and he breathed deeply before answering her. He opened his mouth to reply, but she interrupted "Then you say you'll go to the Wall and leave me, because you can't bear the fact I'll have to marry somebody else." she was gesticulating, her face was frowning and her eyebrows were furrowed "Can't you see it's not only about you when you say those things out loud? It's not only about you anymore!"

"Then, what do you want to do about this?" she stopped, his voice a bit higher "It's not only about me, alright. About us, then. Fine. What to do? Give me a solution." she huffed, glaring to the side. He laughed bitterly "See? You have no idea! I have no idea!" he cupped her arms and she gazed back at him, wary eyes as he soothed her "Dany, you deserve more than I could ever give to you." she was about to say something, but he put one of his hands in her mouth "I want you so bad, but I want you to have more than a bastard name and bastard children, no lands, no honorable position, no dignity."

"Jon, I don't care about these things." she touched his face and he wasn't expecting for this, because he was still speaking.

"I do, Dany, I d-" his dark eyes widened as he felt the plump lips pushing against his and Daenerys was there, kissing him fiercely and pushing her body to his.

Jon felt his entire body go numb, from head to toes. He couldn't move. He was in a state of shock. She kissed him and he was so very worried in trying to convince her of not doing anything, that he wouldn't do anything to her because she deserved better and all those things…

She stopped, her face softer and a small smile curling in the corners of her mouth as he couldn't breath "Stop talking, Jon. I understand what you're saying, but I can't care enough." she replied to him, pulling a strand of platinum hair behind her ear "The only thing I can think of as you keep on talking is how much I want to kiss you right now." she laughed as he was turning purple "Breath, Jon." and he did as she commanded, feeling his lungs filling with air.

Now he was just flushed because she was so straight to the point. She was, indeed, the smoldering fire herself.

"But I-"

"Shut up, Jon Snow. Just kiss me." and he obeyed Daenerys because she was a very convincing young lady and he just didn't care about the other things anymore.

…

"Have you seen a green bird, Jon?" Robb asked as Jon passed through him after the breakfast, walking towards the stable. Jon barely noticed he spoke to him because he was very deep in his memories of the last night "JON SNOW!" and now Jon had listened to his older half brother who had his pup direwolf along, waving his tail quickly.

"G' morning, Robb." Jon said a glad tone of voice. Robb arched an eyebrow.

Some days had passed after the feast and things were alright, despite the royal family was still in Winterfell and bothering the entire Stark family, things were alright. Everyone was doing their chores, Lady Catelyn was too worried about impressing the Queen and the King with her great management of the castle and as a lady, Sansa was courted by Prince Joffrey almost every time, when he wasn't busy trying to get to Daenerys - who always managed to literally run away from him before he could think twice. Arya was training her direwolf Nymeria all the time, so she wasn't spending her time picking on Jon's delay of trying to get a kiss from Dany - they had agreed in keeping it a secret because it could become a very serious problem if the wrong people were to know it; Rickon was being Rickon, following his mother or Maester Luwin around all the time while Bran did his dangerous tower climbing.

He and Dany would meet secretly almost every nightfall at the Godswood, very hidden from everybody, and making out behind the normal trees. It was fun, but very dangerous. It would mostly make his stomach flip when he was making his way there. He even delayed his conversation of the Wall with his dear uncle Benjen because he had other things to think about that time. He knew they were deluding themselves, he just couldn't help it nor could she. They were drawn to each other like nothing else could ever be.

He noticed that Robb was still claiming his attention.

"Why aren't you brooding?" Jon chuckled to his brother who seemed intrigued with the bastard's good humour "What? Do I look like a clown?"

"All the time." Jon jested and Robb punched him slightly on the arm "I'm just feeling alright today, that's all." he shrugged and lord Robb frowned to that.

"I'm not buying it." Jon made a face and mumbled something about he not being able to do anything about that. Robb's blue eyes knew something was wrong because Jon was too sappy for his usual unyielding self and he grabbed the younger brother by his shoulder "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to…" he was about to answer, but Robb was already dragging him along to the cellar.

"Not anymore. We're saying goodbye to father, because he's going out hunting with the King, and, then, we'll talk to Theon and guess what happened to Jon Snow?" Jon chuckled loudly.

"This is me!"

"Give me my brother back!" and they laughed until they found the court of the King and his guards to prepare for the hunting trip.