Chapter Summary: Dany has a lot of explaining to do. Will they be able to move past their issues in time for there to be a wedding?

CHAPTER 3: The Targaryen Line

"Please don't tell me you are fine. I can see that you are not. Talk to me, I love you. Tell me! What is going through your mind?" Jon pleads. A feeling of dread settling in his stomach.

Dany turns to face him, tears wetting her eyes. Dany's voice cracking as she finally answers him. "Jon…I am not sure we should do this. I don't think we should get married tonight. Or at all."

A heated scoff slips past Jon's lips, her words replaying in his ears. He knew she was upset, he knew something was off…but he was not expecting her to say she didn't want to marry him… especially not ever. Jon takes a step back from her, the hurt on his face is like a knife in her heart.

"Jon, let me explain," Dany whispers, a single tear falling down her cheek. Jon frowns at her, why is she crying? She is the one stomping all over his heart.

"I think that is the very least you can do, your grace," Jon snaps coldly, he is angry and he is hurt. He loves her, and he doesn't understand how she can be saying these things to him.

There is a part of him that wants to hurt her, hurt her the way she is hurting him right now. But then there is the larger part of him that adores her, that would die for her. He wants to get on his knees and beg her not to do this to him, not to do this to them!

As his tone darkens, which she of course expects him to be upset and even angry, Daenerys lowers her head in shame. The pressure of what she must do is weighing down on her.

"Seven hells, Dany! Are we really doing this? Look, I apologize, I shouldn't have taken that tone with you. I love you, but I am hurt. But that is not an excuse for me to snap at you," Jon mumbles, his voice cracking. "I just don't understand how you could say we shouldn't get married."

Dany knows she needs to explain herself, she needs him to understand he has done nothing wrong. It is her, in the end it is always her. She is the one that is damaged and she won't allow him to suffer because of it.

Breathing to calm herself Daenerys goes over the words in her head before speaking. The part of her that wanted to be a coward or take the easy way out considers lying to Jon. Making up some stupid excuse about why they can't work. But she loves him too much, he deserves the truth even if she is ashamed.

"Can you tell me what happened when you left with Sansa and Missandei to change into your dress? You were so happy before you left…" Jon's voice trails off, his mind trying to solve the puzzle. "Sansa, can be very vocal and has her strong opinions…but I believe she is happy for us. She is my sister, she wants me to be happy and that is with you. If she said something that upset you…then we can talk to her, together."

Dany looks away, remembering what Sansa said. It was the kindest moment she and the Lady of Winterfell had ever shared, but it also fell on Dany's shoulders like a ton of bricks. How was Sansa to know that her words of excitement of kindness would only remind Daenerys Targaryen how damaged and unworthy she was of Jon's love?

Closing her eyes as the tears stream freely down her cheeks Dany allows Jon to pull her into his arms and hold her tightly against him. Dany fully intends to end things between them. But she is weak and selfish, so the young queen lets him comfort her, she lets him hold her close. Which is all she wants in the world. But that is not enough, and she knows it.

++o+ Flashback +o++

Missandei had just stepped out of the room to gather new small clothes for Dany to wear under what would be her wedding dress. Lady Sansa had politely shifted her gaze elsewhere as Dany was completely nude while waiting. If was just the briefest of moments that Sansa's eyes hesitated at seeing the noticeable bite marks Jon had left on the underside of Dany's breasts and upper stomach. There are even additional teeth marks that are still fading from earlier in the week. Normally Dany would have ignored it, but she saw a look of genuine horror and disgust flitter across his sister's face as she averted her eyes.

Clearing her throat delicately, knowing from Jon what Sansa had suffered at the hands of her vile former husband, before starting Dany made sure Missandei had not returned.

"Sansa, I know you are too much of a lady to ask, and I appreciate and respect that. But I need to make sure you know that Jon would never hurt me physically. Ever. The marks that we have both given the other were always welcomed and done during moments of extreme love and pleasure," Dany's voice falters, worried she is sharing too much, but she can't allow for her husband's sister to think he is some kind of evil deviant.

Sansa's eyes widening for just a moment, releases a small breath of relief, one she hadn't even realized she had been holding. The women share a small smile as Sansa nods with acceptance. It really is none of her business, but still, she is grateful the queen explained it to her. She appreciates her candor. In that moment, Sansa is truly thrilled that Jon is not only getting married, but also to such a strong and beautiful woman. Feeling a true sense of warmth in her heart Sansa finally laughs appreciatively, even more pleased when Dany laughs as well. The momentary tension now broken.

"Now please, never tell Jon I told you details about what happens in our bed. Especially since he and I are not married yet!" Dany jokes.

"Trust me, I will never ever be discussing this conversation when anyone. Let alone Jon!" Sansa smirks while examining the dress Daenerys allowed her to choose. Sansa wishes there had been time for her to make the wedding dress or at least some family crest embellishments. But nonetheless, Sansa was very pleased with the large selection of gowns the queen had available for Sansa to choose from. "Besides, I am pretty sure once you are you're pregnant with your first child, Jon will have to finally admit to his little sisters that he is actually having sex!"

Dany's stomach lurches, with how quickly all has happened in the last day she had not given her shortcoming any thought at all.

I can't have children, I am stealing Jon's future. What is wrong with me!

I love him so much, I know he will never admit issue with this. But he deserves to be a father, him of all people.

"Your grace?" Missandei is standing in front of Dany, interrupting her internal struggle. "These are very pretty and embroidered, will these small clothes suffice?"

"Yes, thank you Missandei," Dany mumbles as the numbness settles over her previously ecstatic heart. She isn't sure she can do this, not to the man she adores. Dany's mind suddenly moving a million different directions.

++o+ Flashback End +o++

"I love you too much, Jon Snow. I can't take something away from you that is so precious," Dany whispers into his chest. Jon has to strain to hear wavering her voice. "You deserve to be a father. You are the last Targaryen that can, and a Stark by blood, you should have a wife that can give you a household full of your gorgeous children. You are the only one who can stop our house from seeing its end."

Dany meets his eyes, tears streaming down her face. It pains her to admit it, but she also knows it is true. Jon deserves to be a father, just as much as his future children deserve to have such a wonderful man to love and guide them.

Jon watches her carefully, still not responding to her admission.

"I am not worth it, I am not worth you giving up a beautiful life full of love and honor," Dany chokes out, unable to keep her voice steady. She hates her weakness, but she knows that her love for him is real. She has to do the right thing, and to her that is doing what is best for him.

"Where is this coming from?" Jon asks softly.

"When Sansa and I had a moment alone, we were getting along quite well mind you," Dany and Jon share a momentary smile. "She innocently mentioned the children we would have…"

Dany has to stop mid-sentence due to her voice cracking, she hates feeling so weak and pathetic.

Jon waits and listens patiently to Daenerys finish, both stand in silence for a few moments. Dany begins to wonder how or what they will say to their guests waiting in the study.

"Is there anything else you want to say to me? I mean, to explain why you don't want to marry me?" Jon asks softly, his voice now calm.

Daenerys's warm cheeks flushed with shame, what else could she say? She has explained to him that he deserves better, he deserves more. And as sure as she has ever been, she is sure he will get it.

"We will let the others know that we mutually changed our minds. And then I think we should do back to our previous agreement. You will marry, remain King of the North, and even if you remain Jon Snow by name...your children will have Targaryen children," Dany composes herself. She feels as though she is reciting a to-do list, not planning out Jon's happy, full life...with another woman that will never be her. "It is for the best, really."

Jon listens patiently as Daenerys explains her plan to toss him right out of her life. He wants to make sure she is done before he speaks.

Jon nods his head slowly, feeling the combination of disappointment and deep despair settle over him. "Well, that sounds like a very good life plan you have laid out for me. But I want to make sure we are honest about your true motivations...maybe I'm not the one that is worth it to you?" Jon finishes coldly, he is so furious with her. He can barely see straight he is so angry.

Daenerys recoils with shock and hurt. Does he not realize how hard this is for her? That she loves him, and her heart is breaking at this sacrifice. All she wants is for him to be happy and have the life he deserves.

"Jon…" Dany stammers, flabbergasted at his cold demeanor.

"What? Did you think I would fall on my knees and thank you? You say you love me," Jon spits out, his anger growing. "But in reality, it appears a life of love and marriage with me is just not worth it to you!"

Dany's mouth falls open, her lower lip quivering. She doesn't understand what he is saying. She just explained to him why she was setting him free. She knows he deserves better than what she can offer him.

"You are so fixated with your precious royal lineage. I think that the great Targaryen family not 'meeting its end' is more important to you...then even me!" Jon shouts at her, the pain and hurt in his voice evident.

Daenerys sees that he is wounded and hears the self-doubt in Jon's voice. She sees his genuine doubt of her genuine love for him. Does he not realize that he is the most important person that has ever existed in her life?

"Jon," Dany begins, stepping closer to him as he tries to put more distance between them while moving further back. He is not only hurt, he is angry with her. "I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone before. You are my everything, I am not doing this because of the Targaryen line. It has been many years that I believed and accepted that my family, I mean our family, had already met its end. You know that!"

Jon stands still as the petite woman moves closer to stand in front of him again, pressing her palm to his face. Jon closes his eyes and welcomes her heartfelt touch.

"I love you, Jon Snow. Today and always," Dany whispers softly, her other arm circling around his waist as she draws herself closer to him. Even the feel of his strong body pressed against her chest makes her feel warm and safe. "I didn't try to set you free because of a name, I did it because I know you deserve to father children of your own. I want that for you. I don't want to be the person to cheat you out of something so amazing."

Dany's voice falters painfully at the end. She can't deny the great pain she feels knowing that she will never bare a human child of her own. It is devastating to her.

Jon's eyes open to stare into her beautiful face, tears brimming sadly in her eyes. He believes her, he knows that she loves him just as much as he loves her. He also knows, that if roles were reversed, he would want her to have what she desires in life. He would never want her to have to sacrifice because of him. But he also knows, he still chooses her, and he does so happily.

"I choose you, I will always choose you, Daenerys with the three-dozen titles that I can't remember," the couple giggles before Jon gets serious again. "The only question now is if you believe me or not when I promise you that I don't care about children. What I care about us and our love, our life that I am so desperate to fight for. I want you as my wife, and I want it right now. Do you choose me as well?"

"Jon, please forgive me!" Dany cries, tears now streaming down her face. "Yes, my love. Yes, of course I choose you. I love you and I want to be your wife, and I want you as my husband, lover, and best friend. I want it all, I want all of you, Jon Snow!"

Jon huge broad smile meet's Daenerys's apprehensive look, she has just laid out all of her hopes and dreams and is anxiously waiting to hear what he has to say. She needs to hear him say the words. She needs him to forgive her and love her.

"Aye, you are my woman, I already think of you as my beautiful wife," Jon pulls her roughly against him. He is happy to have heard the declarations of her devotion to him. He loves and trusts her, they belong together. "I forgive you my love, but don't you ever try to push me away again. I don't like it!"

Relieved, Dany immediately agrees as Jon peppers quick kisses all over her face, essentially wiping away her drying tears. She has never been so happy, although hating that she made him feel as though the continuation of the Targaryen family line meant more to her then having him by her side.

Dany has a strong desire to make him feel loved, to show him how much she wants him and only him. "How long do you think it will take Sansa and Davos to complete the walkthrough?" she smirks playfully.

Jon's eyes widen as he recognizes the look of lust and desire on his lover's beautiful face. "Well, not long enough for me to make love to you properly, unfortunately."

"I figured that, but for now I want to make certain that you feel loved. This won't take long," Dany teases as she brings Jon's rough large hands to press against her breasts through her wedding dress. Jon groans instantly and begins kneading her full breasts. The fullness of her tits always making him very horny. The wedding dress is a thin white material, with a lace overlay, Jon curses under his breath when he feels Dany's teats harden under his palms and fingers. His mouth longs to kiss and bite them, but he knows they don't have a lot of time.

Suddenly Dany is loosening the back of her dress and sliding the top down her shoulders to fall just below her bosom. Jon's hands eager to stroke her bare tits, feeling their warmth under his hands feels incredible. His cock is painfully straining against his pants. He wants so badly to throw her on the bed and rip their clothes of before pounding into her, but he has made a promise to himself and has been fantasizing over it the last several hours.

"Daenerys, we can't. Not yet at least," Jon groans as he leans own to suckle her hardened nipple into his mouth. Dany whimpers as his teeth teasingly glide against her sensitive skin. Jon releases her teat with a loud pop before speaking. "I want you to be my wife the next time my cock slides into your sweet core. I want to be your husband the next time that I take you. I have been thinking about it since the moment you agreed to marry me."

Dany groans with desire she can't wait to be his wife and submit to him. She is going to let him fuck her in any way that he wants tonight. But she also remembers her mission, she had just hurt him and although they have made up, she wants him to understand the depths of her love for him.

"I like that plan, so for right now I just want you to enjoy this, brace yourself, my love," Dany says mysteriously as she guides Jon to lean against the front bed frame while lowering to her knees in front of him. She pulls the top of her dress a little lower as she begins touching her exposed breasts while Jon watches her hungrily.

"Seven hells, Daenerys. If your plan is to make me wild with lust…it is working, woman!" he hisses, his eyes unable to stop watching as she touches herself. Her nipples are the hardest he has ever seen them, calling to him, teasing him.

Dany undoes his breeches quickly, she has become quite the expert at freeing his cock after several weeks of getting him naked for their mutual pleasure. Jon groans and whimpers, not knowing what she has planned.

With his cock freed and Dany's hand wrapped around it, she leans close to him. His thick, hard shaft suddenly in the crevice of her full breasts and she uses both hands to squeezes her tits together to tightly engulf him. Jon's mouth drops in complete shock as Dany smiles wickedly at him, moving her body up and down while the friction of her sweet tits pleasure his hard dick.

Jon's eyes are almost unable to process his beautiful bride on her knees in front of him, touching and moaning herself and she brings him pleasure.

"Fuck, Dany. Fuck. I don't know, this…" Jon cries out loudly as Dany looks down to hastily lick the head of his dick as it pushes up between her tits. "Dany, gods I am so close. You have to stop!"

Dany increases the pressure around him and her pace. The sound of his balls slapping the underside of her tits is enough to make him crazed. He is slowly going insane. "Why would I stop, I want you to come all over me. I am yours, soon to be husband," Dany teases, seeing the look on his face as he breathes raggedly. He is about to lose it.

"Sansa is going to fuckin kill me for getting my seed all over your wedding dress!" Jon cries as Dany works his dick just like he needs her to.

Dany's eyes widen for a moment, the thought not occurring to her before. But she doesn't stop pleasuring him. Biting her lip wickedly she keeps moving before lowering her mouth to flicker her tongue against his soft velvety head again. Her eyes challenging him to let go.

"Seven bloody hells, Dany!" Jon screams as his orgasm dominates his rigid body. He is unable to turn away as his seed spurts out and all over Dany's beautiful breasts and cleavage area. Some even going as high to land on her delicate neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jon curses loudly as the site of his seed all over the queen makes him want to scream loud enough to wake all of Winterfell.

Dany sighs happily, she is so pleased with herself. Nothing brings her greater joy them pleasing Jon Snow and showing him how much she loves him. Feeling desired by the right man is a feeling that she never wants to lose.

The couple smile shyly at each other as Jon carefully helps Daenerys to her feet. He quickly pours fresh water into a basin and carefully cleans his essence off of her creamy skin. As he wipes her nipples gently he can't resist the urge to take one in his mouth while stroking the other with the wet tow. Dany croons as her showers her with affection, he makes her feel amazing.

"Dany, what about you? Let me kiss you. I want to taste your wetness on my lips," Jon says darkly while trying to pull the bottom of her dress up. He wants to fuck her with his mouth, just how he knows she loves.

The queen quickly stops him. "My king, there just isn't time. I want you to know, I am so wet and ready for you, let's quickly get married and then we will immediately return here so that you can make love to your wife on that bed," Daenerys nods towards the large bed before she croons in his ear while pushing the skirt of her dress back down to the floor. "I can't wait to return to this room after we are married."

Jon nods darkly, he makes a mental note to tell Sam to hurry the hell up when he performs the ceremony.

As Dany situates the top of her dress the couple notice that Jon's seed did indeed get on her dress. Dany burst into peals of laughter at seeing the look of absolute horror on Jon's face.

"Laugh away, you know Sansa will not strike you! Seven hells, may the gods be good and not let her notice. I don't even know what I will say… This is not funny, Dany!" Jon hisses, his face a bright red. He is rigorously trying to remove the stain from the dress as Dany laughs at him.

Dany just laughs and assures Jon that she is sure no one will notice the slight discoloration.

Jon kisses his bride one last time before they return to the study. He hopes that they were able to beat Sansa and Davos back, although he doubts it.

He can't wait to make Daenerys Targaryen his wife.

++o+ Chapter End +o++

Authors note: I felt motivated to write Chapter 3 as the last chapter ended on such a mean cliffhanger. This story will be completed, but I am now going to shift gears to Jonerys week. I have outlined my first contribution for the Valentine's event - I am submitting a one-shot for Day 1 (2/14) under the prompt Dark Jon or Dark Dany. I will post here as well - please look for it, I am really excited about this one.

Thanks again for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I enjoyed writing it. :)