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Dany's POV

She was sitting outside in the courtyard watching the snow fall, it had been a strange week. She woke up to Jon not in her bed, but kneeling beside her- at first she thought it was sweet. But then for the past week he had been acting distant and weird, he had been avoiding her. And it was starting to get on her nerves- and when she asked him about his behavior, he brushed it off. Saying he had said he was working late into the night and didn't want to disturb her or something like that- Dany wasn't buying it.

Sitting by herself gave her time to think about Jon, the child inside her, a lot of things really. She was about to get up to leave, when she heard a throat being cleared behind her.

The man was smiling shyly at her, "Hello m'lady, my name is Sam. I'm a friend of Jon's, he's told me so much about you."

Dany smiled at that, and remembered Jon mentioning a brother on the wall called Sam, "Yes of course, Jon talks about his time on the wall with you all the time. It's an honor to meet you, sir."

She was about to comment on the beauty of the north, when a boy came toddling over to Sam.

"Oh he is precious, is he yours?" Dany reached towards the child to pinch his chubby cheeks.

Sam smiled with pride, "Yes, this is my little Sam, and his mother will kill me if I don't get him back to his lessons. Say goodbye to the queen, Sammy."

The little boy waved towards her and Dany's heart swelled with love, and anticipation over what her little one would look like.

Sam started walking back when he suddenly turned back, "Oh and don't worry, your Grace. Your secret is safe with me."

Dany's eyes widened, did he know she was pregnant? Did Jon tell him? She decided to play pretend she had no idea what he could be talking about.

"What are you talking about? What secret?" She hoped it was a good performance and he would drop it.

"You know, what Bran told Jon after the feast, that you're Jon's aunt. That he's a Targaryen…" he looked at her expectedly.

She started laughing, what a ridiculous thing to say. Dany noticed his serious expression, and her mind started wandering…

Drogon.

Rhaegal.

The baby.

Could it be true?

She didn't even say goodbye to Sam, Dany walked- almost ran to the Kings chambers. The guards at the door were about to protest her presence, when she silenced them with a look.

She burst through the door where Jon was in a meeting with his advisors and lords. Her face must have held a murderous expression, for they looked at Jon before fleeing the room.

Silence.

Could he have kept this from her for a week?

Tension.

Would Jon do such a thing?

"Dany?" He looked at her with an innocent curiosity.

All it did was anger her more. Did he think she wouldn't find out? Did he not respect her enough to tell her?

"Do you have something to tell me, Jon?" Her voice was void of emotion. She wouldn't flash her cards until she could crush his lies.

He must have heard something in her tone, because his eyes turned guilty- but he kept up the act hoping it wasn't what he thought it would be, "What do you mean?"

"I had an interesting conversation outside with your friend Sam," she saw the look of panic cross his features before she continued. Not giving him the chance to speak she continued, "He told me he would keep our secret. Sam assumed that you would have shared it with me, and promised never to betray our trust… So Jon, do you- have something- to tell me?" Her words were sharp enough to kill.

He looked away, "So, you heard?"

"Yes I heard. From someone other than you. A secret of which you've known for the better part of the week. And you decided not to tell me, because…." He wouldn't look at her and she could feel the anger inside her rising.

When she was younger her brother used to say that if he angered her, she would wake the dragon. She thought it was ridiculous until the few times in her life when she felt the dragon had been woken in her.

This was one of those times.

Her blood was boiling.

Her eyes ablaze with anger.

Dany's voice became soft, "Did I not deserve to know?"

"You did. You do! I just needed time to think. To process. I mean I still don't know if I want to talk about it…. yet." He turned to face her, but still couldn't look her in the eyes.

"You still don't want to talk about it. You've have a week to process this, I've had minutes. But this is something we need to talk about. You don't get to run from this" Her voice was slowly rising in volume.

"I'm not running from this. I'M JUST NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT IT!" Jon's voice was rising as well. By the time he was finished he was yelling.

So she yelled back, the anger and feelings of rejection were fueling her anger, "FINE. YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK. I'LL LEAVE YOU THE HELL ALONE."

"FINE"

Dany walked to the doors of his room and slammed them open, "UGH, FINE."

She was storming down the steps, passing a confused Jorah who immediately started following her. Down the stairs, across the courtyard, out the doors of Winterfell, into the wilderness. He was talking behind her but she was deaf to it, all she felt was pain and anger.

Drogon. I need you.

Dany silently called out in pain.

Jorah was trying to reason with her when Drogon arrived.

"Leave me alone." As she said it Dany climbed onto Drogon's back. Letting him take the lead, she closed her eyes.