The first time she saw the King in the North, Dany realized that she did not mind accepting her Lord Hand's proposal so much now as she did when she had first heard of it. Marriage had never been a choice for her, and even if now she had risen above all that had once held her down, Daenerys Targaryen was still a Queen, and if she were to remain so, she would need a King.
Jon Snow did not look like anyone she had seen in her travels. Ser Jorah had been a Northerner, but never had he released an aura of intimidation like Jon Snow did, and Dany would be lying if she refused her attraction to him. He did not look like a man a weak woman could love, and Daenerys Targaryen was anything but one.
His refusal to bend the knee had not come as a surprise. Lord Tyrion had told her of a Northman's stubbornness. But when she had asked him for the second time in front of her dragons, Dany had not expected for him to refuse and walk away as if she had not just threatened him with live dragons. She wondered if he were the bravest man in Westeros, or the most foolish one.
It had been the third and last night of his stay when Daenerys had left her cloak in her chambers, and walked over to his own, dressed in a soft and sheer satin gown which left nothing to the imagination. She wanted him, and it did not matter that he had not sworn fealty to her, as long as he would willingly bend his knee for other purposes for her. After that, it would not take her long to have him completely.
She walked into his room without knocking, and Jon Snow turned his eyes away from the book he was reading to look at her. His eyes roamed over her body, and Dany felt a thrill race through her as she locked the door behind her and flicked her hair over her shoulder with a hand.
"My King," she whispered. Jon Snow's eyes looked almost like her own, even if they were far more different. The scars on his face told Dany he was no less than a warrior and she bit her lip in anticipation.
"Your Grace." His voice was calm, but Dany knew better than to think her appearance did not affect him.
She walked over to him, and when she was close enough she straddled him and laid herself gently on top of him, swaying her hips in the process. Dany leaned her face close to his.
Jon held her shoulders and Dany closed her eyes, awaiting him to go further with his touch. But instead her pushed her away, and stood up straight. He looked at her like she was a child who had done something she shouldn't have, and Dany felt her anger rise. She had refused to be treated as a girl long ago, and not even a man or a King could make her look small and shameful.
"Am I to assume that your interests lie elsewhere then?" She said with a tilt of her brow, not giving him the pleasure to know that he had hit a nerve. "Perhaps not in women?"
Jon Snow took his cloak and wrapped it around himself.
"My heart is not so fickle to be swayed by something like this, Your Grace."
"And who is this person who has your heart, Jon Snow?" She thought of a beautiful woman: with blue eyes and soft hair and rosy skin. She thinks of someone submissive and shy and ready to be held down by a man. Perhaps Jon Snow did not like women who could hold themselves against him. Dany wanted to tell him that she could be as meek as he would want her to be on his bed.
"It is not something you should concern yourself about, Your Grace," he says and walks away from her, leaving her alone in the room. Again, treating her like a little child. Dany fists her fingers till her nails leave crescents on her palm. Even if seducing him had started with her wanting to have him swear himself to her and give up the North, now it was a matter of her pride. She wanted to see this woman who he claimed to love and who had so much power over him to make him refuse a Queen.
She decided to go to Winterfell. And see this woman for herself.
His sister, she thought. She looked at Sansa Stark: beautiful and radiant like the sun, with hair as bright as the summer sun in Essos, and realized that it must be his sister that he loves.
But she doubted it when there was nothing but a small embrace he gave her on their reunion and not even a kiss. Sansa Stark gave him a look of longing, and Dany realized that even if she wasn't the woman that had his heart, he certainly had hers. She watched as Jon waved everyone away and walked silently away from the castle.
"Your Grace," Sansa Stark greeted her. Dany wondered how Jon could have resisted the charms of a woman as beautiful as her, when she clearly wanted him perhaps even more than Dany did.
"Where did your brother go?" Dany asked, and saw a shadow pass over her blue eyes.
"To see his half-sister," Sansa replied. Dany raised her brow.
Another sister?
"He is very eager to see her, isn't he?"
"Always," Sansa Stark replied.
And Dany knew that this woman was the one she was looking for. The one who had his heart. She looked at the Lady beside her, and realized that if the other sister looked anything like Sansa Stark, Dany could understand why Jon Snow had embraced the Targaryen tradition so eagerly and forgot his own.
She did not see Arya Stark even once in the two days she had been in Winterfell. She had unknowingly made a friend in Sansa, and spend much of her time with her. She noted how she used to avoid taking Arya Stark's name everytime it was mentioned. Dany also noticed how Jon Snow broke his fast everyday with them, but disappeared for the entire day after that. Dany barely saw him four times during a day.
One day, Dany pulled Sansa aside away from the others.
"Are you in love with Jon Snow?" Dany asked.
Sansa widened her eyes, but then her surprise got replaced by sadness.
"I was."
"And he does not love you back?"
"He loves another, Your Grace."
"Your sister?" When Sansa does not refuse, Dany spoke again.
"I wanted to seduce your brother," she confessed. "But it seemed that I was not to his taste. Tell me, Lady Stark. Is this sister of yours very timid? I would think he does not have a liking for me because I tend to intimidate men."
Daenerys anticipated Sansa to do many things but to laugh. As her sweet laughter rang through her ears, Sansa looked at her almost with pity. Dany saw tears on the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, Your Grace. You could not have been more wrong."
The first time Dany did see her, Arya Stark looked like an urchin to Dany's eyes.
Dany remembered wearing clothes as ragged as her during her journey with her Dothraki. With dark hair that reached her waist and grey eyes and face almost mirroring her brother's, Arya Stark looked as different from Sansa Stark as the sun did from the moon. She had a sword in hand, and was fighting three men at once when Daenerys saw her. At once, Dany understood why Sansa had laughed at her words.
She indeed could not have been more wrong about Arya Stark.
"I believe I haven't made your acquaintance," Dany said as she looked the woman over. For once, she had gotten out of her breeches and wore a Northern dress.
"I believe we haven't," she replied. Dany wondered why the woman seemed to be amused at her.
"I do not see you around."
"I have errands to run," she said, and turned to look at her brother who was watching them closely. Dany saw Jon give Arya Stark a stare so hot that Dany herself fidgeted.
"And may I ask what?"
"Oh, I believe everyone shall see what I've been up to soon. Of course, if you mean to stay in Winterfell long enough."
Dany nodded. She had not given up trying to make Jon Snow visit her bed, and for once she did not think it impossible. She could think of backing away if it was Sansa she was against, but Arya Stark seemed like fair competition. If it was a warrior Jon Snow wanted, what more could he ask for than a Dragon Queen.
Arya Stark's errand turned out to be the appearance of Brandon Stark, the son of Eddard Stark and half-brother of Jon Snow. But Bran Stark brought news with him that no one had expected: of the greatest secret buried in the North for years. Of Jon Snow's lineage.
The news of him being a Targaryen did not convince Dany, but soon enough a raven arrived from Howland Reed of Greywater Watch, and when according to it, Lyanna Stark's tomb was opened, on the right hand of her corpse was a Targaryen ring. Ser Barristan confirmed that it was her brother Rhaegar's.
Dany refused to have someone else have the right to her Throne. She refused to let anyone take it from her, and for that she had to take Jon Sno- Targaryen, for a husband. She would have him as her King, for having him rule alone was not a choice and if she had to rule together with him to be on the throne then so be it.
"We are blood, Jon Targaryen. If you could bed your cousin, you could surely bed your aunt. Our blood will be pure and we could rule together with fire and blood."
Jon looked at her, and for a moment Dany wondered if he would accept her, but then he shook his head.
"My place is here, Your Grace. Have your Throne. I don't want it."
Dany licked her lips. His hair fell on his face in strands and it made him look insanely handsome. Dany wanted to run her hands over his face and touch his lips.
"But don't you see how powerful we could be?" she proposed. She ran her hand up his arm. "We could have Westeros for ourselves. And you could have me. I could make you forget your sister, Jon."
"I did not expect to see you here, Your Grace."
Dany turned around and saw Arya Stark: dressed in a nightgown and hair flowing down her shoulders. She was smiling and Dany couldn't help but back away when Arya walked passed her and Jon took her in her arms. They kissed right before her: his hands squeezing her hips and their tongues dancing together. Dany watched as Arya pressed her small body against his and they kissed making vulgar sounds, not caring that someone was watching them.
Dany looked away, abashed, and just before she left the room, Arya Stark cleared her throat.
"Your Grace," she heard her say. Her voice was soft as she spoke in High Valyrian. "Issa ñuhon, Daenērys Targārien. Umbagon qrīdrughagon iā nyke kessa rip aōha tīkuni hen lēda ñuha ātsio."
Dany left the next day but Arya Stark's words did not leave her mind.
He is mine, Daenerys Targaryen. Stay away or I shall rip your wings off with my teeth.
She had woke the dragon, and she would pay in fire and blood. Dany promised.