Dany's POV

Jon had been spending a lot of time alone as of late, waking before dawn to train with all the warriors- then only returning to her rooms after midnight. Dany woke up every time he came to her- keeping her eyes closed as his hands roamed over her stomach. It was hard to keep from smiling with glee, but then his answers about their future were vague- saying he had a lot of hard decisions coming his way. She wouldn't push the subject, because she knew it was a sensitive one. It was hard to imagine what she would do if Jon had placed such a choice before her, to leave his old home or leave his new family.

It was easy to see how the decision weighed on him, torn between the new and the old. And she didn't know what to say to him- how to advise him. Dany wanted nothing more than this to be an easy decision, but she knew it wasn't. So instead in the morning she would turn to him, kiss him senseless and let him go. But just because Dany let him go, doesn't mean it didn't hurt her to do so- knowing this could be her fate. To wake up every morning, without him there.

Dany sat at the banquet hall for an early lunch, with Ghost at her feet. Thinking, about how this would work. It seemed that's all any of them had been doing lately.

Thinking about her rightful Kingdom.

About the White Walkers.

Thinking about her soon to be child.

About Cersei.

Thinking about her dragons.

About those who would harm them.

Thinking about her people.

About Jon's People.

It all made her head spin, most of her worries she could share with her advisors, but some more personal matters- sat festering in her brain. Dany got up- her appetite gone. She walked to the doors of the hall, grabbing her coat. Once outside she felt better, the ache in her head leaving her- almost immediately. Ghost followed at her heels, he had acting more protective as of late, growling at almost anyone whom he didn't approve of coming too near. She had asked Jon about it one night, wondering why he was so hostile to some of the people in Winterfell.

"Why does he do it, he hardly knows me?" She questioned.

"Some people believe that Direwolves have sharpened senses, an acute sense of smell. Sometimes even able to smell a change happening in their owner's body. Ghost might be able to smell the baby inside you." Jon bent down towards her belly, and playfully took a big sniff.

"Oh yeah I smell it, something's happenin in there." She laughed and shoved him away.

"But i'm not his owner."

"Well I am, maybe he knows it's my baby growing in there." Jon smiled and bent down to kiss her.

She wouldn't really ever know if that was why Ghost was taking such a liking to her, but she didn't really mind. Sometimes it made her laugh, the way he could scare someone so easily, that might make her a bad person- laughing at people's fears. But she knew she would stop him before anything serious happened.

Dany was in a part of Winterfell she hadn't really explored yet, so she was curious to look around. She looked around at the snowy ground- then her stomach gave a lurch. Twisting in a disgusting way. Her mouth tasted salty- bringing back memories of bloods coppery taste that made her gag.

She looked around for any kind of bucket or something and came up empty, she bent her head behind a large rock- and purged her stomach of what little lunch she actually had.

"You are i'll." The toneless voice of Brandon Stark came from behind her.

She was shocked at first, then embarrassed at being caught so vulnerable, "You scared me, Bran."

"It will go away. The sickness, it will pass after a while."

Dany's eyes widened at first, wondering how he could know. Then a memory came to her, one of Jon saying how Bran called himself the 'three- eyed raven'. How he knew things that couldn't be known- at least not by anyone who was still alive.

"You know."

"I know everything. And you needn't worry." She stood to her full height and walked closer.

"Worry? About what?"

"I know you worry for your child's safety. Worry that it will happen again." He was reading her fears, as if her brain was a book he had studied dutifully.

"You can see my-"

"Yes. I see all. And they will be beautiful."

"They?"

"Your children."

Her voice shook, a breath caught in her throat- falling to her knees beside him.

"With Jon? They will be his. He will be with me?"

He looked at her, saying nothing- but not needing to. She saw all the confirmation in his eyes that she needed to see.

"Then you must tell him. It had to be you, Bran- he won't believe me if I tell him it is destined to be. Jon is questioning himself and what he knows must happen. I need yo-" He cut her off.

"I cannot tell Jon what he must do, the choice must be his. I cannot interfere, and Daenarys that future is not set, if others are tempted in the wrong direction- Jon's future may change."

"So I cannot interfere?"

Bran shook his head, "I never said that. The three-eyes raven may not get involved, but you are not the three-eyed raven."

Dany took Bran's hand and kissed it in gratitude, "Thank you, my love. You are my brother- my family now. And I will forever be grateful to you."

She left Jon's brother and the funny looking face-tree, behind as he dismissed her. Her heart was full, knowing that destiny wanted Jon and Daenerys Targaryen to be together.

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