Here we are, the second interaction between King Jon (Or is it King Snow? I dunno, Davos has a good point) and Queen Daenerys. Now even though I said I wanted to show more human interactions between the two (ones not weighed down by politics) this is only their second meeting so things will still be in that area.

I will say this much. This chapter was harder to write, trying to keep things within Canon, seeing as this scene is set before the Dragonglass talk I couldn't have them come to an agreement so…yeah this one is one of the rough interactions.

That being said, I Hope you guys enjoy it.

The Wolf King and The Dragon Queen I

To say that Jon Snow did not enjoy confrontations of this nature was a vast understatement. He didn't enjoy standing in front of the Lord at Castle Black when he had returned from beyond the wall, he had not enjoyed being in the presence of Stannis atop the wall. and he certainly didn't enjoy standing as King in the North amongst all the Northern Lords.

He had not been prepared for leadership in his life, that was always Robb. Jon had always prepared to fight, to track, to ride, since he knew of the Night's Watch and of his Uncle Benjen's status as the first ranger, he had wanted to follow in his footsteps.

Being a leader had never once been on Jon's radar.

Then again neither had most of the things that happened in his life.

He had never once expected to be fighting a war against an army of corpses led by the stuff of nightmares.

And he certainly didn't expect to be walking down the halls of Dragonstone, on his way to try and converse with the almighty Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen.

The Dragon Queen apparently wanted to discuss terms with him, and in turn had sent a small group of Dothraki blood riders to fetch him. If she wanted to intimidate him, she was doing a stellar job.

Davos may have gotten on Jon's nerves with all his teasing last night, but in the end, he had a point. If he wanted to convince Daenerys he would have to interact with her, talk to her…understand her.

Jon couldn't help but feel naked, walking through the halls without Longclaw at his side. Dothraki Bloodriders and Unsullied patrolling the hallways every now and then. He couldn't help but feel vulnerable as he did on that same night he felt the cold blades pierce his chest.

At any moment one of Daenerys' men could decide to take off his head and bring it to their Queen. Jon didn't want to assume that the Dothraki and Unsullied were the Savages and heartless monsters he had heard they were; the Free Folk had those labels attached to them for hundreds of years, and now he had fought besides them on several occasions.

But the looks the Dothraki gave him, didn't give him reasons to believe otherwise. At any moment one of them could decide to lop his head clean off his shoulders and he wouldn't have been able to do a dam thing about it.

Paranoid?

Oh, most defiantly.

But given Jon's past, he wasn't unjustified in being a little nervous.

Especially after her words yesterday, he was a threat to her rule, he was in 'open rebellion' as she said. Then again like he said, she was better than Cersei, he could trust her as far as that. But Jon knew that war caused people to abandon their honour, their sensibilities and in the worst cases their mercy.

Jon knew of what could happen to one's standards during war time. He himself was the walking, breathing reminder of how his father forsook his vows to Lady Stark. Even the honourable Lord Eddard Stark was not immune to the effects of war.

And according to his memory, Daenerys was probably not doing so well in her war against Cersei.

He did not know the exact details of what had happened, but the news the Spider gave her upon their first meeting could not be good. The way her posture and attitude changed immediately after he whispered in her ear.

Before he whispered to her, she had looked ready to feed him to her dragons.

He just hoped whatever news she had received made her a bit more sympathetic to his plights. Or at least make her listen to him.


Stormborn, The Mother of Dragons, the Silver Queen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Seas, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.

As Daenerys gathered these titles over her campaign in Essos, she thought she had grown stronger. She thought herself to be the greatest Conqueror this world had seen since her ancestor Aegon the first.

When Tyrion had asked her if she was frightened about heading to Westeros, she silently affirmed it. Though her fear was that of returning to her 'home', the fear of the unknown.

Only now did she realize what Tyrion meant when he said 'The Game is terrifying'. Back in Essos, things seemed so simple, none of her opponents had the wit or tenacity it took to stop her in her conquest.

The Lannisters however, were as quick, conniving and cunning as they came. It was no surprise that House Stark was in tatters after a war against them. In the beginning she thought Cersei was just a cold-blooded tyrant, just like the Masters of Slaver's bay.

The unfortunate truth was that she took after her father just as much as Tyrion did. Cersei Lannister was not an opponent that would be defeated easily. Of course, she could easily hop on Drogon's back, rouse Reagal and Viserion, and go burn King's Landing to the ground in a matter of minutes.

But unlike Cersei, she was not her father. She wouldn't go down in history as the Queen who burned the seven Kingdoms into ash.

Then again, she could understand why Aegon the Conqueror simply skipped the formalities and went with the 'bow or die' approach to his conquest. Her Ancestor's actions were efficient and effective, but efficiency and effectiveness didn't always translate to 'right'.

With each passing moment, efficiency and effectiveness looked more and more appealing.

Daenerys wanted to clear her head somehow, looking over the painted table upon the depiction of the seven kingdoms and the figures upon it was not making her life any less stressful.

The Targaryen Queen was awaiting the arrival of the King in the North. She had hoped that maybe a smoother, less formal conversation could ease the tension the two of them had created upon their first meeting.

Missendei's words to her last night had provoked new thoughts in Dany's head. As the one with the power it was up to her to take the first steps, Jon may have been a King but on Dragonstone he had practically no power.

She had invited him under the pretence of negotiation, but she did not know nearly enough about him nor did he know enough about her for the two of them to converse on those terms.

She just hoped that this would go smoother than yesterday.

As if on cue, the doors to the room opened, and there standing while flanked with Dothraki Blood Riders was the King in the North himself. As unimposing as ever wearing his northern style armour, the doublet depicting two direwolf heads giving him a lordlier look.

Daenerys would give Jon Snow this much; he knew how to look like a king.

Dany nodded to her Blood Riders who returned the nod and turned to leave, closing the door behind them. This let Jon and the Dragon Queen all alone with naught but the Painted table between them.

Dany stood at the head, beyond the wall, and Jon stood at the seas south of Dorne.

"I trust you had a good night's sleep, My Lord?" Dany asked as she clasped her hands.

"Aye, your grace. I did…I trust you had the same?" Jon asked as he relaxed a bit, the threat of the Dothraki gone for now.

Jon did admire Daenerys' courage, she did not seem like a Physical threat without her Blood Riders, Unsullied or Dragons, yet she was fine with being in a room alone with a man she admitted to be a potential enemy.

He would never make a mistake like this one ever again. She mustn't have had an experience like the one he had at Castle Black.

Then again, he didn't know if one of her Dragons was lingering just outside, ready to roast anyone that threatened their mother in a heartbeat.

"I slept fairly well. I expected a better night's sleep considering I was born here…it's a funny thing. You live your life expecting home to have a certain feel to it, but once you get there it feels just as strange as everywhere else" Dany replied.

"I wouldn't know your grace. The only place I ever considered a home was Winterfell" Jon replied.

Dany walked over to the segment of the table that represented the north below the wall. Running her fingers over the part that represented Winterfell.

"My ancestor carved this table right before he conquered the seven kingdoms. Did you know that?" Dany asked with narrowed eyes.

"Aye, Aegon and his sisters flew over the seven kingdoms on the backs of their dragons, Rhaenys rode on Merazes, Visenya rode on Vhagar and Aegon rode on the back of Balerion the Black Dread. Aegon took note of the seven kingdoms and had this table made based on what he and his sisters saw…he planned his conquest from this room" Jon replied.

Daenerys was surprised to hear this northerner show such knowledge of her family's history. Yes, there was no one in the seven Kingdoms that didn't know Aegon the Conqueror, but not many knew the names of his sisters or their dragons. Lord Snow was obviously an educated man.

"Very good…you know about my family's history?" Dany asked with a curious grin.

"I do, I will admit when I was a boy, my brother…half-brother Robb and I always loved reading about the ancient Targaryen dragon lords. To think I would actually meet a Targaryen one day…well…it's still a bit surreal" Jon chuckled.

Dany chuckled a bit at that last part.

"Yes, I suppose stories like that would be very appealing to a young boy. I barely believed those tales myself when I heard them as a girl" Dany replied with a small smile.

"I must admit. I didn't believe that Dragons had come back to the world…even as I sailed here I thought they were exaggerations or tall tales to make you seem intimidating. You can imagine my surprise when one flew over my head on the way here" Jon chuckled as he remembered his clumsy fall on the stairway to Dragonstone.

"They tend to do that from time to time. My children may be formidable, but at the end of the day they are still children" Dany chuckled. The behaviour of her children still managed to surprise her to this day.

"If you don't mine me asking your grace…how old are they?" Jon asked.

"Only 3 years"

Jon almost felt his heart stop…3 years old? He had read about dragons since he was a child, and barely any of the dragons he had read about in those story books ever reached the size of the green dragon that swooped above his head. And Jon had heard that the green one wasn't even the biggest. Balerion the Black Dread died in his 500's and these three were only 3 years old? if that meant anything, it could mean that those three could grow to be as large if not larger than the infamous Black Dragon of Aegon the Conqueror.

Jon was snapped out of his gobsmacked posture when Daenerys' laughs filled the room. She covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled. The look on Jon's face when she told him was priceless, seeing someone who seemed so stone-faced and stoic make a face like that was truly a sight to behold.

Jon however didn't care about the look on his face. He was too distracted by how beautiful Daenerys looked as she laughed. Only an idiot would deny the beauty of the Dragon Queen, he had been aware of her beauty the moment he saw her sitting in the throne room.

But this was something else.

It was one thing to have an attractive face, to have flawless skin and silver locks resembling an angel. But the way she looked when she laughed, she looked downright spectacular.

Jon shook his head. He couldn't be having thoughts like this at a time like this, and certainly not directed towards the Dragon Queen. Davos told him to get to know her, but he didn't say anything about getting to know her better in THAT way.

Jon had to keep his head in the game, now was not the time to be getting starry eyed over the Targaryen Queen. He had more important matters to ponder right now.

"I suppose you are wondering why I asked you here in the first place, Lord Snow" Dany clasped her hands once again.

"I had the feeling it had nothing to do with Negotiations" Jon replied with a sigh.

"I don't have to tell you that our first meeting may not have been…ideal. But due to some convincing from my advisors, I am willing to see that we must attempt to learn to trust one another if we are to eventually work together" Dany explained as she walked towards the hearth.

"Ser Davos informed me of the same" Jon replied with a hopeful grin.

"Good, then at the very least we can agree on that" Dany smiled.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" Jon asked, gesturing to the chairs near the hearth.

"Of course, be my guest" Dany replied.

Jon walked over to the chair and sat down. The Wolf King didn't feel the need to warm himself, he was of the North after all, he had felt much colder than this in his lifetime. It had only occurred to Jon that this was the furthest south he had ever been in his lifetime.

Then he remembered that this was the first time Daenerys had been in Westeros since her birth, with that knowledge came all sorts of questions. Ones that could shed some light on her character. After all it was the core of Davos' plan, he may as well see it through.

"Your Grace, if I may ask you a question?" Jon asked.

"That's rather superfluous, you already have my Lord" Dany grinned as she walked over to pour herself and Jon a glass of wine each. Dany picked up an empty glass and gestured to Jon as if asking him if he wanted to partake.

Jon nodded, it would be bad manners to refuse the offer of a Queen after all. He may have been a Bastard, but never let it be said that Jon Snow didn't have manners.

"May I ask what Essos is like? I myself have never been this far south in my life so I know nothing about the east" Jon asked.

"It is…warmer. Much warmer than here. Sometimes it feels as if the sun itself is staring at you" Dany replied as she poured the wine.

"Sounds…nice" Jon replied, not quite sure what to make of her response.

"It does have its charms. You never have to keep the fires burning, and you can always look forward to the cool of night and the chill of the wind. The lands may be desserts and vast grasslands, but they are beautiful in their own way" Dany replied as she took her side opposite Jon. Offering him his glass of wine, Jon took it and partook in a sip.

When Jon sipped the wine, the sweetness overpowered his mouth. He was too much used to the bitter taste of Northern ale to properly react to the taste of a red wine such as the one Daenerys had offered him. The face he pulled as he drank caused Daenerys to laugh once more.

"Well, what is this? I thought Northmen were supposed to be made of sterner stuff" Daenerys chuckled.

"I'm afraid I'm not used to the taste of southern wine your grace. I'm much more used to Northern drinks" Jon replied as he set down his glass.

"And what drinks would these be?" Daenerys asked.

"Ale mostly. The Night's Watch had nothing but the flattest and foul-tasting Ale you could think of. But Winterfell had some of the brownest Ales in Westeros…Robb and I got drunk on it more times than I can count" Jon replied with a smile, remembering the fond memories of getting plastered with his half-brother.

"Doesn't sound too odd. From what I heard in Essos, Northerners were supposed to be savages" Dany chuckled.

"However, I suppose I proper Northern Drink would be what the Free Folk drink instead of Ale" Jon interjected.

"Free folk?" Dany asked, not understanding the terminology.

"The Wildlings" Jon clarified, Dany nodded in response "They for instance drink soured Goat Milk. I've tasted it once or twice…far stronger than anything else I've ever tasted. It makes the Night's Watch Ale taste like this" he continued picking up the glass of wine for reference.

"You have been rather adventurous in your life haven't you Lord Snow?" Dany chuckled.

"I would say you are the more adventurous of the two of us. How exactly does one earn so many titles? I can't remember the last time I read of a ruler who had as many titles as you" Jon chuckled.

"I earned them…well…all but Stormborn, that one was mine the day I came into this world. It was all I had for the longest time, a name and a will to take back what was mine. Now here I am, a Queen of many titles with three dragons, two armies at my back and a will stronger than ever" Dany smiled before taking a sip of her wine.

"You certainly have made a name for yourself" Jon chuckled as he begrudgingly took another sip of his wine, the taste getting better with each sip.

"Then perhaps you may be feeling a little different about bending the knee" Dany piped up.

Jon stopped sipping his wine and put it aside.

"Lord Snow, you must understand that I cannot afford to mince words. Like you said, I am better than Cersei. I'm not some cold, unfeeling monster like the pretender that sits on the throne. Help me get the throne, the sooner I do then the sooner I can send aid to the north to help you combat this Army of the Dead" Dany put her wine aside and tried her hand at convincing the King in the North.

"I'm sorry…but, I can't" Jon replied. His words caused Dany's smile to drop from her face as well.

"I had a feeling you were going to say something like that" Dany sighed as she turned back to the hearth, watching the flames consume the logs laid upon it.

"Your Grace, you are a ruler…you care for your people, would you submit to someone you didn't know under the mere promise of eventual assistance?" Jon asked.

"Eventual Assistance?" Dany asked with a raised brow.

"Would you really take your armies north first? I know you don't have a reason to trust my word…you don't know me, before yesterday you had never met me, so would you honestly put priority on the North over your own ambitions?" Jon asked.

Dany met Jon's gaze. This King in the North was just as stubborn as she was. Missendei was right. He had a point, she valued the lives of her people over his, they had pledged their loyalty to her, while Jon's people she hadn't even met yet.

Apart from Jorah, Jon was the only Northman she had ever met. And even Jorah didn't count as a Northman in the eyes of many of those in the north.

She still hadn't quite gotten a clear read of Jon yet, but from what she had seen she could already tell that the people of the North would not be easy to sway.

"You are right…you don't know me…so how can you assume me to be the heartless monster you think I am?" Dany asked with an almost violent edge to her voice. Dany's patience was rather thin these days all things considered.

"I don't think that…I meant I don't know you…I don't know whether you are brave, a coward, compassionate or merciless, I don't know what kind of person you are" Jon replied, trying to calm the flames burning within the Dragon Queen before they scorched him.

"You think I'll just force you to march your people to their deaths? I will not be that kind of ruler, Lord Snow. I aim to be different from every other king or queen that has ruled over the seven kingdoms, and I can't exactly do that by being as heartless as they were" Dany replied, a bit calmer in her response.

"Then why can't you just listen to me? The threat that lies beyond the wall is a much bigger concern than a chair made of swords"

"That chair made of swords dictates who governs Westeros, that chair…is my birth right and everything I have done over the past few years of my life has been done to retake it from those that abuse its power" Dany replied with passion.

"What part of 'everyone south of the wall will die' don't you seem to understand? The iron throne, the Lannisters, houses, birth rights, none of it will matter if we don't defeat the Night King!"

"And yet you chose to come here without any kind of proof to back up your words of this Night King or this Army of the Dead. I mean no offense to you Lord Snow, but it is hard for me to believe in fairy tales of walking dead men and creatures born from ice and darkness" Dany replied as she walked over to the opening in the room overlooking the ocean.

"You are the Mother of Dragons…you have three beings of living breathing magic flying over us at this very moment and you refuse to believe me about the Night King?" Jon was beginning to lose what little semblance of patience he had.

"I am not a gullible fool Lord Snow…I will not march my forces north, giving up whatever lands I claim so they can be taken back by Cersei and her Kraken attack dog, under the very slim chance that you may be right about this army of the dead"

Dany took a deep breath and regained her composure before she turned back to Jon, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Forgive me, Lord Snow. But being a leader, you must understand that trust is not something so easily given to complete strangers" Dany replied calmly.

Daenerys' words struck Jon like a stampede of Mammoths. He had once given his trust freely to men that didn't earn it, and in that moment Jon felt the scars upon his chest go cold as if the knives of those traitors were returned there.

"Aye…that may be true. But time is of the essence, and I cannot afford to waste time here when death marches upon my people. My people need me your Grace and I cannot help them here" Jon almost pleaded with Daenerys.

"I understand that you are feeling very emotional about this matter Lord Snow. But you may not leave Dragonstone without my permission" Dany replied sternly.

Jon clenched his fists in anger, almost fuming with anger at the Dragon Queen. That's when the sound of a cough pierced the silence. Both Jon and Daenerys looked to see the Hand of the Queen standing in the doorway, Tyrion Lannister.

"I'm not interrupting anything important I hope?" Tyrion asked.

"Of course not, Lord Tyrion…Lord Snow was just about to go about his business" Dany replied.

Jon scowled at Daenerys before he turned and left the room, barely even giving Tyrion a second look as he stormed out of the room. Tyrion's gaze followed Jon out of the room before returning to his Queen.

"Alright…what did I miss?" Tyrion asked as he approached Daenerys.

"I tried to get to know Lord Snow better…instead all I got was another earful about his so-called Night King" Dany replied with a sigh.

"Making Alliances takes time your grace. Not everyone will be as willing as the freed slaves of Mereen, Astapor and Yunkai. Jon Snow is neither a Master that sees people as property, nor is he a slave that will offer loyalty simply by removing a collar from his neck. Like I said, you are in the great Game, things are not as Black and White as they were in Essos" Tyrion sat down.

"Missendei suggested I get to know him better…well how do I get to know him better if every time I talk to him the conversation reverts back to his Night King and a supposed Army of the Dead?" Dany asked.

"You will need to satisfy his trust issues. Up to now, you haven't offered anything that will make him think of you as trustworthy. You have to give him something he wants" Tyrion replied.

"In case you haven't noticed he has made it abundantly clear what he wants. He wants me to march my armies and fly my Dragons north to fight his walking dead men" Dany replied with a frustrated tone.

"You will need to give him something small…a token of trust and goodwill" Tyrion suggested.

"That's all well and good but I can't exactly go up and ask him what he wants can I?" Dany asked.

"No…No you can't, that wouldn't make a very good impression" Tyrion replied.

"Besides…I think we have greater concerns right now. Our ties with Dorne and the Iron Islands are all but severed and we must plan a counter offensive to the Lannisters" Daenerys replied, now focused on her new goal.

"Yes of course your Grace" Tyrion nodded. He would have some serious pondering to do on how to deal with the issue of Jon Snow. What could a man in his position want from Daenerys besides Men and Dragons?

Tyrion's mind had already weighed heavy with the guilt of what happened to the Sands and the Greyjoys. He had drunk himself into a stupor the night before, his strategy hadn't worked. But at this moment he was met with a chance to redeem his failure.

If he could get the North on their side, their support would mean more than that of the Greyjoys and Sands. Unlike the Greyjoys, the Northerners didn't have a history of being pirates, rapists and raiders. Unlike the Sands, the Northerners had always been a part of the Seven Kingdoms.

If Tyrion could convince Jon Snow to join Daenerys he would have a solution to his problem.

Then again this was something he would have to ponder on.

Perhaps he could brood upon his failures on a nearby cliffside?

It would be nice to get some fresh air after all.

Well…that was the longest chapter of this story up to date. And I can't make any promises that it won't be the longest as I can let my imagination take me in some…odd directions.

I hope it was worth the wait, please let me know what you thought.

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