Tyrion

He couldn't deny how happy he was to have his Queen by his side again, she was his world and he served entirely at her pleasure. It was the first devoted relationship he'd had and ironically it was completely platonic. Debasing the queen would mean taking her from the very solid pedestal he'd erected for her, and that would shake his entire belief system to its core. No, his queen was his queen, but she was very lonely indeed, and he did wish she'd take a husband. She had been spending the day with the Stark girls, it was nice that they were friends. It was often hard for a queen to find an equal, so the relationship between the Targaryen and Starks was a particularly rare and unusual one.

He sat patiently in his Queen's royal caravan, where she conducted all private briefings away from the prying ears. Nothing nefarious of course merely plots and plans to keep the realm stable and the people fed.

"I really won't miss this cold." She said as she finally entered unsurprised by his being there.

"I enjoy it, makes me feel alive your Grace," Tyrion said handing the Queen a glass of Dornish wine.

"Don't enjoy it too much, I need my hand back at home. I miss your council; I miss your company… I have no one to drink with now. I'll be happy when these Starks are settled" She joked as she sank into a chair. "I've legitimised that Baratheon now I want him tied this side of the neck, the last thing I need is Arya running off and the legitimate son of Robert Baratheon looking for something to do."

"I do hope you see the irony in you forcing everyone else into a marriage while casually avoiding your own lone status… I cannot be your surrogate husband forever your grace" he was the only one who could talk to her like that, he'd earned it.

"I am cursed." he was also the only one who knew. He had pushed her to tell Jon. He was aware that if Snow knew the truth, that his aunt could possibly not bear heirs, then his honour and integrity would force him into action.

"For every curse, there is a counter My Grace, when we return to Kings Landing I want for us to seek council with a member of the Red order. Magic swings both ways, as you tell it, she took your baby's life for his but to take your fertility seems like an unfair trade… from what I have read magic is all about fair trades, one thing for another." He had read about it extensively since she had told him, weepily, months ago when Jon had refused to marry… again. His study was part of the reason he'd travelled up north, Winterfell had a vast and detailed library all about the first men and the children of the forest, magic and the balance of things. "You will have an heir, but if you tell Jon… I believe he will help you." He cajoled further. There was a knock on the door 'Ah, right on cue' "come in" he called, and the door swung open, Jon Snow stepped in looking uncomfortable in the opulent carriage.

"Thank you for joining us," Daenerys said as she eyed Tyrion with a little ire, though refusing to acknowledge her shock to Jon.

"Tyrion told me you wished to speak with me." Jon was ushered into a chair by his aunts waving hand.

"I do, have you chosen a wife?" she asked bluntly, Tyrion sometimes wondered where her tact went when it came to her nephew.

"No."

she sighed at this and shook her head. "Jon… You are my blood and flesh and bone…" he nodded "You have to marry; you have to reproduce because…" Tyrion watched in pain as his queen swallowed bitterly "I may not be able to."

"What?" Jon asked suddenly.

"Please don't make me repeat myself, Jon." His queen looked beaten, so he stepped in to aid her.

"She doesn't know for certain, but there was magic involved and… Jon, you are half her, her brother and your mother loved each other, and you are the product. She needs your help Jon; she is family, and needs your help." Tyrion appealed to the hero, the God sent, fire sword wielding warrior brought back from the dead.

"fine." He said moodily, Tyrion thought it almost too easy. Was that all it took to sway the hand of the North, appeal to his hero complex? "Lady Tyrell."

"Might I ask why? There are younger girls with less baggage in the court." Tyrion was curious, he also felt a slight burden of duty to Jon, as much as he needed him married he did not want to see him destroyed.

"She wants to leave Kings Landing." He shrugged simply.

"And you're going to rescue her," Tyrion stated, well that made perfect sense in the brain of Jon Snow.

"I think it a fantastic choice" Tyrion saw his queen waver at Jon's sullen expression "You needn't marry right away; she could stay behind to help Sansa gather a court you could see if you could love her?" Daenerys said hopefully, trying to cajole Jon. "Jon, I know you have lost love before and feel you can't do it again but, I have lost love too… we must keep loving otherwise it was all for nought." She smiled a sad smile that pulled at the heartstrings of her Impish hand.

"I will marry her, there's no point delaying it… If we wait for me to fall in love I fear, we will wait forever." Jon too smiled sadly and looked at his feet. 'They're definitely related' he thought as he poured and sank another wine in mere seconds.

"I want you to delay," Daenerys said resolutely, "Tyrion made a very valid point about the irony of my actions lately, I shall leave Lady Tyrell behind because I know she desires it, her maids and Daphne shall also remain for company. But they are here to act as Sansa's court and to offer the queen female companionship." She cleared her throat "If the time comes that I am sure I am unable to produce an heir; I will turn to you then… knowing you were willing to do it despite your personal feelings was very noble my nephew, but I fear I am being rather hypocritical by forcing you into something which makes you unhappy." Jon smiled a relieved smile, perhaps his Queen was right, maybe the heartbreak Jon Snow had felt during the war was altogether too much to stand.