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Chapter 2 Jon II and Daenerys I

Jon

The next morning Jon had risen early to make the final preparation's for the Queen's arrival. He walked over to the training yard with Ghost to oversee the final preparation's of her arrival. He had ordered all the ranger's, steward's, and builder's within Castle Black to put on their finest black fur's and leather's. Jon did not want to show the Queen that the Watch was a meager band of boy's, but an Order of respectable men. Sam had ordered the cook's to make a meal for the Queen, ordering the finest meat's, cheese's, fruit's, and wine's the Watch had to offer set out for her and her Queensguard. All the men within Castle Black were in the training yard to greet the new Queen, and already their was talk of her beauty, which surprisingly bothered Jon since it was his aunt. Jon was reluctant to see Daenerys again, the last time he saw her was upon a battlefield against the White Walker's with Aegon. When they found out about his true parentage they had greeted him like a long lost brother, and he was grateful for that. Aegon was technically his half-brother and he got along with him best, but it was odd for Jon that he had an aunt who was his age. Jon had tried to feel something for them when he first met them, but it was folly; to him they weren't his family.

Jon finally arrived at the training yard as he surveyed the scene from the balcony next to the winch elevator. It was very loud and men were shouting out screams and barking command's. The Builder's were all pushing fresh gravel onto the training yard so the Queen would not slip. Some were up building in new plank's of wood into each of the building's on the side. The steward's were making sure the food was presentable in the small hall. Than Jon spotted the man of the hour, the person the Queen wanted to talk to personally: James. He was wearing his nicest black robe's and furs, his long hair combed. Jon ordered him to bathe that morning, James was walking up and down the ground's, inspecting the ranger's, he knew Jon wanted them to look perfect. He could only imagine what was going through that man's head right now as he watched him walking. Daenerys had wanted to speak to him personally, and Jon had semi-figured it out: she was going to ask James to be her King. Jon did not know why because there were other High Lord's in the Kingdom's who was a smart man in his own right, and was way more cunning. Perhap's she needed somebody more worldly, someone who knew the North; Jon did not know.

"I wonder what he is thinking about," Sam said standing next to Jon, he knew he was speaking about James, "Daenerys is coming to talk to him personally and I'm sure he must be nervous."

Jon looked back at him, "Did he come to you for counsel?"

"Oh yes, yes he did. James is very nervous, he has no clue what she could want with him. To be honest, I don't know neither. It's all very confusing Jon."

"I think I might have an idea, Sam," Jon said turning around to face him, "I think she want's to ask him to be King."

Sam's eye's grew wide, "King? James? Why? Surely she has other suitor's."

"That's what I'm thinking, Sam. None of this make's sense." Jon said placing a hand on his shoulder as he walked down the step's towards the training yard, Ghost walking behind him.

He walked toward's James who was scolding some novice for splashing mud on his black leather boot's, it was his lucky pair, he called them. He was wiping the mud off as he looked up and met Jon's gaze, he gave a slight smile as he returned to wiping. Jon stood there and watched him, laughing.

"Damn recruit's," James said, frustrated, "That boy is more clumsy than Grenn."

"I'm not sure anybody can be more clumsy than Grenn. That would be a very hard task."

James laughed, as he stood up to face him, "Indeed it would be. Anyway, I get the feeling you want to talk to me?"

Jon nodded, "Yes, let's take a walk."

They both went up the winch elevator and to the top of the wall, looking upon the Haunted Forest. It was the same spot they had last talked to their uncle Benjen all those year's ago, and he is presumed dead. Jon and James often came up here to clear their mind and speak.

"I remember talking to you and uncle Benjen up here, when you were just a novice." James said, hand's behind his back looking upon the forest.

"Yes, I remember. That was the night before you went down south and well you know…"

"Aye, I know. I miss him too, Jon."

Jon put an arm on James shoulder and released a sigh, "A good man. I couldn't have had it any other way."

"Winter is Coming." James said stoically.

"Winter is Coming." Jon echoed him as he looked down at the forest. The tree's rustling with the wind.

"I suppose you want to talk about Daenerys, Jon."

Jon nodded, "Yes, that is why we are up here. How are you feeling about all of this?"

"I'm not sure what to feel. Nervous, I guess." James said.

Jon laughed, "This is truly something, isn't it. I feel this may be the last time we share a moment like this, James. Looking down on the forest, up here, just the two of us and our thought's. Not worrying about this damn world or me being a Targaryen. Nothing, but the Wall under our boot's and the men behind us."

James looked at him, "What do you mean? We'll have many more moment's like this."

Jon looked at him, sighing, "Daenerys isn't coming here to say hello, James. She want's something of you, and she is known for being straight forward. I've given this some thought and I believe she is here to ask you to be King."

James eye's grew wide and his face sullen as he looked down, suddenly it grew into rage, "NO!" he yelled, "I won't have it. I won't be her King! I don't want this, never have."

Jon faced him, "I know, I know, neither would I. However, this is an opportunity…"

"An opportunity I do not want! An opportunity I did not ask for! Who does she think she is, this Targaryen Queen."

"The Queen," answered Jon cooly, "That's exactly what she is, James. And the Queen's, usually get what they want."

"I won't have that happen to me! Not again..." James said, sadness in his voice. Cersei had hurt him more than she'd known.

"And what are you going to do, deny her? Daenerys won't take kindly to that."

"I don't care if she doesn't take it kindly! I'm not some dog she can just buy, to have trained and groomed. I'm a man, a man of the Night's Watch. I'm no King! For once in my life I've begun to take my vow's seriously. Now this women means to take that from me, just like so many other's have."

"Daenerys has been through a lot, James. It won't do you any kind to deny her of that. You don't have to say yes right away, James." Jon said, yet the wiser.

"Oh and we haven't been through a lot, Jon? And trust me, I won't. I'm a northman. I'm the son of Eddard Stark, believe it or not I do have some ounce of honor. She will not take me so easily, I will not bend to her willfully." James said, he grew silent and Jon could tell he was thinking, "Yet again, you do speak some truth, I can't presume to deny her."

"No, you can't. You should see this as a blessing."

"A blessing," James scoffed, "Since when do the Gods care for me? Look at father, he prayed to the Old God's everyday and that didn't prevent Joffrey from taking his head, or me, or Arya, or Sansa having to witness it. Robb prayed to them too. The Gods are cruel."

"Alas, you must do your duty. It's what father would have done."

James sighed, "It is what he would've done," he threw a rock down the Wall, "Fine. If I'am to marry Daenerys, I will not do it right away. I will court her and get to know her. I won't say yes, straight away."

"Good." Jon said patting him on the back, "I knew you'd see reason."

James threw another rock down when suddenly they heard a blast from the horn. One blast meant ranger's returning, two wildling's, and three Others. But, it only sounded once. Jon and James looked down at the floor of the Wall and saw nobody.

"Did you send anybody out on a ranging?" James asked, Jon shook his head.

"No, I did not."

They both exchanged looks when suddenly both their eyes grew wide. "It's Daenerys."

Finally the moment came upon them as they both turned around to face the South. In the distance they saw three large figure's looming overhead in the sky. It was her dragons, Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal. Jon could not make out who was mounted upon them in the distance, but he knew he had to get to the training yard, immediately. He and James ran toward's the winch elevator as it started making it's way down. Through the bar's he could see them coming into view. Daenerys was in the middle riding Rhaegal, on Drogon was Jorah Mormont and half of her Queensguard, on Viserion was Tyrion Lannister and the rest of her bloodrider's. Suddenly the elevator came to a stop as they ran over to the training yard. Jon and James took their place at the head of the column, standing next to Sam, Pyp who was First Steward and Grenn who was master-at-arms. Behind them stood the three hundred men in Castle Black, alone. The rest were in the other castle's along the Wall.

Suddenly the dragon's were overheard, flapping their wing's, all the men stood up and watched as the sudden gust of wing sent some men falling down. The dragon's landed outside as Daenerys was helped off Rhaegal by Jorah Mormont. Soon, she was walking forward, her Queensguard behind her and Tyrion waddling to her right as she appeared before them smiling. All the men knelt, including Jon, as he looked to his right and glanced at James, who was serious.

"Rise," Daenerys commanded with her hands, "Rise, you valiant men of the Night's Watch."

All the men rose at once as Daenerys was smiling a smile from ear to ear. She was wearing a silk dress of violet, which Jon figured was meant to bring out to her eyes and woo James. He looked over at him once again and saw the color flushed from his face, trickle's of sweat were coming down his neck. He find's her beautiful, that's why he is so nervous, Jon thought as Daenerys came forward offering him an embrace.

"Sweet nephew," she said opening her arms as Jon embraced her, "I trust you are guarding the North for me?"

"Of course, your grace. We are here at your service, all of us." Jon said motioning to the men behind him.

"And all of you swear fealty to me?" Dany said, loud so all the men could hear, "All of you promise to serve the realm and obey my command?"

"We do, your grace." Jon said, getting down on one knee as the rest of the men followed. Jon looked up and noticed all of her me had smile's on her face, watching them all kneel.

"Good," she responded, motioning for them to stand, "And I gladly accept. As one of my first decree's, as Queen, I promise to send the Night's Watch fresh recruit's, monthly; as a token of good gesture and the hope that we can have peace in the Seven Kingdom's."

"You honor us, your grace." Jon said bowing his head, "The Night's Watch is in need of new recruit's as it is. Our number's have dwindled since the Long Night."

"I know," Dany said, "Now I wish to meet your men."

"Well certainly," Jon said motioning as Daenerys began to say hello to each men, individually. Her bloodrider's following her every move.

She shook all of their hand's as they bent their head's in respect. She smiled at every single on of them. Daenerys had said high to all the officer's, but skipped over James. On purpose, Jon figured as Tyrion Lannister's walked over to him, smiling. Jon and Tyrion had grown into friend's when he visited the Wall when Jon was first a novice. He had told Jon the truth of the Watch's state, and did not lie to him like everyone else, including uncle Benjen and James. When he came back six year's later, it was as if he had never left; him and Tyrion became friend's once again.

"Lord Snow," Tyrion said, shaking his hand, "Or should I say Targaryen?"

"Lord Snow will do." Jon said laughing,

Tyrion smiled, "I hope we gave you enough time to prepare. I know, it must've come as a surprise."

"Indeed it did. However, we men of the Watch our resilient and made due."

"I can see that," Tyrion said looking around, "The black ambience definently contrast's with the snow."

Jon laughed, Tyrion alway's had a good sense of humor, "We aren't artist's or painter's, Tyrion, but we try."

Tyrion pulled out a wineskin and drank, "I can see that."

"So anyway, tell me, how goes thing's in the Capital?" Jon asked, as Dany was still greeting the men.

"Good. We are still trying to fill in the missing position's in the small council, not to mention that the coronation is in two week's."

"The coronation?" Jon asked perplexed.

"Yes, the coronation," Tyrion said sarcastically, "The Queen has to have a coronation."

"Right," said Jon, "How could I forget?"

Jon noticed Tyrion looking over at James, and smirking. James was in a circle talking to Sam, Pyp, and Grenn. Jon leaned closer in a whisper,

"I know why Daenerys want's to speak to him."

Tyrion looked up at him, smiling, "Do you know? And tell me what is she here for?"

"She is going to ask James to be King."

Tyrion laughed, "Look's like we can't get anything past you, Snow. It's why you are the Lord Commander."

"He won't say yes. Atleast not easily. I already told him; you should've seen his reaction."

"I'm sure it was one for the age's." Tyrion japed, "However, last I checked your brother James…I mean cousin…wasn't that serious about his oath to the Night's Watch."

"Much has changed, Tyrion. James isn't the man he once was. In fact, he is more like my father than he used to be like our uncle Brandon."

"Seven hells," Tyrion said gulping wine, "I promised Daenerys he would say yes. Looks like I was wrong."

"Not completely wrong," Jon said, taking a drink from Tyrion's wineskin, "James may yet say yes, in due time. In the past he would've said yes just because he wouldn't be able to say no to a woman as beautiful as my aunt. But because of Cersei, his outlook has changed. He plan's on courting Daenerys, so he can get to know her, than he will make his decision."

Tyrion laughed out loud, "Gods! That boy is his father's son. And what do you mean because of Cersei? What did my sweet sister do to him?"

Jon scoffed, "Another story for another time, and I told you, he has changed." Jon grew silent, "And I'm sorry for your sister, Tyrion, and your brother."

Tyrion threw a hand in the air, "I had no love for my sister, she was a bitch. Jaime on the other hand, is a different matter. Nonetheless, I say thank you."

Jon nodded as they both were silent. He looked back and saw Daenerys had finished saying hello to all the men and was making her way to the high officer's.

"May I ask, why?" Jon said, "Why James?"

"Daenerys feel's the realm need's a man of honor as their King. I man who is intelligent and strong willed, who will take it seriously. She feel's she owes it to the people."

Jon laughed, "And she see's this in James?"

"She wanted a Stark," Tyrion said, "And you Stark's are known for honor."

"Indeed we are."

"You're lucky she settled for James," Tyrion whispered, "Her first choice was you."

He smiled at Jon and walked away, toward's Dany. She wanted me? Jon thought, Daenerys wanted me as her King? I'm glad she didn't because I would never marry my aunt. Jon stood there in silence as he watched her greet Pyp, Sam, and left James for last as she greeted him, her smile was wide as Jon noticed James was some what blushing. Jon wasn't used to seeing his older brother nervous around women, usually he could have most any women he wanted, but this time was different.

Dany walked over to him and smiled yet again, "Come, take me to your small hall. My men need respite and I wish to speak to you all."

"Surely, your grace." Jon said bowing his head, as he ordered all his high officer's into the small hall with Daenerys and her Queensguard.

Jon hadn't overlooked the Small Hall before her arrival, and the steward's had done a good job. The place was clean and they had repaired the bench's in the room. Newly light candle's were in each corner and kept the room illuminated. All the hearth's had fresh fire's going and the room was warm. Dany her escort sat down at the Lord Commander's table with Jon and his officer's, soon cook's began to bring out the food they had prepared for her. It was a roasted rabbit with a winesauce along with some freshly baked bread. Assorted meat's and cheese's were brought out as well, along with some fruit that Jon knew Dany enjoyed. Finally, the wine was brought out as well, it was Arbor Gold from Jon's own collection. As they sat down and enjoyed their meal Daenerys made small talk with everyone. She spoke of the invasion of King's Landing and her dragon's; she even went into detail about her plan's for her coronation. All the Lord's of the South were planning to attend from the Martell's to the Tyrell's, even Catelyn Stark was going to represent House Stark. There was to be a grand feast with seventy courses and she had ordered the Targaryen crow rebuilt for the occasion.

Throughout the whole supper she had not talked to James, and he had kept quiet. Only making small talk with Tyrion and Sam. Jon could tell he was dreading the conversation he was about to have with her, but she'd kept her distance. Jon couldn't help but feel bad for him, but perhaps this was meant to happen. When the feast was over Daenery's stood up,

"I thank you for your hospitality, the meal was good." she said eyeing everyone at the table, "However, I did come here for a reason. I'd like to ask to speak with James Stark, in private."

Everyone began to grumble as they stood up, but Jon didn't want them to speak in the Small Hall out of fear everyone would be able to hear. The best place for them to talk was in his chamber's up in the Tower.

"You can both speak in my chamber's," Jon suggested, "It has a small table and there is a hearth. I will have my steward Kyle light a fire. Please, I insist it is quiet."

Daenerys smiled and nodded, "Why thank you, Jon. I would like that."

Jon nodded as everyone got out of their seat's. Daenerys went over to Jorah and Tyrion as James walked over to Jon,

"Pray for me, brother," James said, "I'm about to be offered her hand in marriage, and I'm about to wake the dragon."

Jon laughed, "Don't be so scared of her, brother. Daenerys is very kind, and has a gentle heart. Just be sure not to give her any slight."

"I know," James said nodding, "I'm just hoping she doesn't hate being courted."

Jon padded him on the back as he escorted James out of the Small Hall and towards' the Commander's Keep. They walked steadily behind Daenerys and Jorah Mormont. Finally they arrived at his chamber's as Jon ordered Kyle to get a fire going. Jon ordered wine brought up as they waited for the cooks, who served Dany and James each a cup. Both were seated at the table before the heart, as Jon left the room with Jorah and closed the door behind them.

"I hope that goes well," he said to Jorah who shrugged.

"May he have the best of luck to him," he replied as Jon smiled, making his way back to the training yard.

-x-

Daenerys

Dany sat there in Jon's chamber's as she sat across from James Stark, sipping on her wine. They both sat there in silence as she studied him. Tyrion was right, he did look a lot like Jon with his slender face, the only way they differed was James had a bit more muscle. Jon was her first choice as she wanted to wed somebody of Targaryen blood that wasn't Aegon, but Tyrion had talked her out of it. She didn't know Jon as well as she thought she did, and Tyrion had put up good argument's. Jon was too honorable, perhaps too honorable to be King, and he was out of the question. James was sitting upright in his chair, looking down at his hand's as Daenerys kept on staring. James had long black hair like Jon's, it reached just about the shoulder, and his grey eye's looked empty as if he carried the weight of the world in them. She didn't, however, like his scruffy beard, it was too unkempt. Daenerys hoped she had made the right choice in James, but she knew Tyrion wouldn't let her down, he never had.

She sipped on more wine as she looked down upon her violet dress. It was made of fine silk and had flower's embroider on it. On her neck she wore a necklace of diamond's and on her head she wore a tiara with the three dragon heads. She had worn it on purpose because she knew it brought out her eyes, and it lifted up her breast's. Her handmaiden's had suggested she wore it and she agreed. Dany had too look like a Queen and couldn't wear her Dothraki travel clothing. Daenerys brought her cup up for another drink as it slipped out of her hands, wine spilled on her dress as the cup hit the ground. Dany was looking around for something to clean her dress with as James shot out of his chair and ran over to her, damping her dress with his napkin.

"Here, your grace," he said, "Let me help,"

Dany watched as he tried to remove the wine out of her dress, as she did not intervene. She laughed to herself as she noticed just how nervous he was, gland's of sweat were appearing on his forehead and she smiled. He backed off from her,

"I'm sorry, your grace," he said sounding like a child, "I shouldn't have-"

"-It's quite alright," Dany said sitting up in her chair, "I'm just mad I spilled the wine."

She looked over and noticed he had a half smile on his face, it made her feel more at ease. Daenerys poured another cup as she sat there in her chair, trying to best figure out about how to broach this subject; it wasn't everyday a man was asked to be King.

"Did you say something?" James asked, as Dany shook her head. He looked back down at his cup, she had to break the ice.

"So tell me, James. How are thing's in the Night's Watch going?"

"Good," he said reluctantly, "We got some new recruit's from Winterfell and I've begun overseeing the lot. Some will make good ranger's and some won't."

"What exactly does a ranger do? I mean, First Ranger."

"I'am the leader of the ranger's, your grace. My job is to go out there and patrol the forest's, make sure there are no wildling's getting to close for comfort."

"And how are these wilding's?" Daenerys asked flashing a smile, hoping to ease him.

"Mance Rayder is not causing us any problems. In fact, none of the scout's have seen any sign's of him."

"That's good news."

"Indeed." James said sipping his wine.

More silent moment's passed as Dany found she didn't know how to handle this situation, but to her surprise it was James who finally spoke first.

"It said in the Raven's letter that you wished to speak with me? Something about asking me something?"

He knows…Dany thought sitting up in her chair. She hadn't mentioned anything about asking him something in the raven she sent to Castle Black, and she had Tyrion write out her word's. Than suddenly she realized Jon must've figured it out and had told him. Damn him, Damn my nephew.

"Your grace?" he asked, taking her out of her thoughts.

"Yes," she said, "Yes I'am here to ask you something James."

Dany cleared her throat and went for it, "I'm here to ask you to take my hand in marriage and be my husband. I'm here to ask you to be King."

She watched as his eye's grew wide. He chugged down his wine and poured himself another glass. Tyrion had promised he would say yes, but he had also warned that he wasn't the same man he used to be. Daenerys expected a full yes in response, yet the amount of time he spent thinking was concerning.

'You honor me, your grace," he finally said, bowing his head, "I'm shocked and surprised."

"Don't be," Dany said, "I have considered other's and rest assured that you are my choice."

James grew silent, he sat forward, "I fear there may be problem."

"And what problem is that?"

He cleared his throat, "I fear that I'am a man of the Night's Watch. My life is tied to the order and my vow's are for life."

Dany sat back in her chair, "Don't fear. I will give you a royal pardon. I need you as my husband, James. You must be King."

James began to laugh, that angered her, "Do you find this funny?"

"No, it's just I don't understand why you picked me. Surely there must be some other High Lord who is more qualified than a black brother like myself."

"I don't want some Lord from the South. I want you, James. I need a man who is smart and honorable."

"And you think that is me?" he responded, Dany was surprised that he hadn't said yes yet, Tyrion said he would.

"Yes, I do. Eddard Stark is your father and I heard he was an honorable man. You are his son and I know you to be a man of honor, Tyrion said so."

"Did he?" James said, "I fear you have the wrong man. I don't have as much honor as most people would expect come's from my family."

"You do," Dany replied quickly, looking at him, "I know you do. Tyrion said you didn't give yourself enough credit. He told me what you did for your sister's when your father was executed. That sound's like an honorable man to me."

She noticed James grew quiet at that. Dany admired that he risked his life to save his sister's from Cersei's clutch as her son had just wrongfully murdered Lord Eddard. It was like a story.

"So I take your silence as a yes?" Dany asked, smiling, she noticed James began to smile too.

"No, I'm afraid it has to be a no. For now." James said sitting there, slouched.

"No?" Dany said astonished, "You would deny your Queen?"

James waived his hand's, "No, you misunderstand me. I come from the North, as you know, and we northmen do thing's differently. I can't make you love me, your grace. You don't know me and I don't know you. I have to grow to love you, if I'am to marry you. In the North we call it, 'courting.' It's where we get to know each other. It's the only way I'll say yes, and if I don't fall in love with you I will say no."

Dany pouted. She did not want to wait so long, but if that is what she must do in order for him to marry her, than she must.

"And when will I know when this 'courting' is over?" she asked, her arm's crossed.

"You will know," James said smiling.

"Why must we do this? Is it because you don't find me beautiful?"

James shook his head, "No, no, no. I'm very attracted to you. I'am a man and I can't deny that. I just feel we shouldn't rush into this, my mother alway's said that a love grown out of time last's longer than one out of lust. 'It last's longer and is stronger' she told me. My father said the same."

Dany gave it some thought, "Alright, have it your way, James. We shall court, but I want your answer soon. The realm need's a King as much as they need a Queen."

"I'm glad you could see it my way. I'm looking forward to the courting process."

"As am I, I guess," Dany said, sighing, "But this mean's you must come to King's Landing with me, for my coronation. I'm afraid we can't court from the Wall."

"Ahh, yes. The coronation." James said, he didn't seem to excited, "Well, I guess since you agreed to the courting; the least I could do is go back to King's Landing for your coronation."

"Good," Dany said getting out of her chair and making for the door, "I'm looking forward to it."

She smiled and closed the door as the two Queensguard member's outside followed her. Courting? she thought angrily, The man wishes to court me? Tyrion go it all wrong, where is that dwarf?

"Where is Lord Tyrion?" she asked Jorah who was fighting some men in the training yard. He stopped to look at her.

"I believe he is in his chamber's in the King's Tower, Khaleesi. Is everything alright, how did it go?"

"Not as expected, Ser Jorah. But I must speak to him at once." Dany said dipping her head and making her way to the King's Tower.

When she walked into his chamber's she found him sitting against the hearth: reading and drinking wine. He was leaning back in his chair, as he was startled to see her. He must've noticed she was mad as she walked in, because he gave a look of concern.

"Didn't go as planned?" he asked as Dany stomped into the room.

"You told me he would say yes!" she yelled at him, her temper flaring, "You told me he didn't take his vow's seriously!"

Tyrion lowered his hand's to calm he down, "I did say that. However, I did warn you that he had changed."

"The man wishes to court me!" she yelled, "He say's we must grow to love each other before we can marry and he wants to get to know me. He wishes us to have the same love his parent's had."

"Courting! The man is a true northerner!" Tyrion said sarcastically, as he often was, "He is his father's son now more than ever. It is a Stark you wanted and I guess this was the price."

Dany sat in her chair across from him, "I didn't expect this. I heard stories from Jon about how James can never deny a beautiful women, what folly is this?"

"I told you so," Tyrion said, going back to his book.

"Tyrion tell me something."

"Anything, Dany." he said looking up back at her, "What is it?"

"am I beautiful? Does James not want me because of that?"

Tyrion sighed, "Yes, you are very beautiful Daenerys. And I can't make promises for James, but I can tell you that I know he will grow to love you."

"Jon told me he used to be a womanizer, that he often visited many brothel's in his youth. That he never took anything seriously. What changed?"

Tyrion reached out for her, "James Stark has been through enough in his life, as have you. Jon also told me that seeing Eddard beheaded in front of his eyes changed James forever, he was never the same after that. He also told me that Ned had alway's resented him for taking the black and that's why he alway's feel's he isn't good enough or can't please anyone. Just give him time, Dany."

"Time," she muttered under her breath, "I fear time is something we do not have."

"Indeed," Tyrion said, "I'm afraid we must leave tomorrow. We do have a coronation to prepare."

"Yes, yes." Dany said waiving a hand in the air, "I can't stand this cold any longer. Anyway, thank you for your counsel, Lord Tyrion. I feel better now."

"Anytime, Daenerys," Tyrion said smiling. Dany went for the door before he called back to her again, she dreaded he would ask this question.

"Have you told him?" he asked, as she turned around to meet him.

"Told him what?"

"About your problem."

"And what problem is that?"

"That you're barren, Daenerys. I'm sure if he say's yes that he will want children, that is quite important."

Dany sighed and felt sadness rush one her, Mirri Maz Duur had said she would never bear children again, and that her dragon's would be her children. She hadn't given any thought to the fact that she couldn't have children again, not since Drogo.

"No, I didn't tell him," Dany said, sadly.

"I think you should. That is quite important-"

"-I'm afraid too," she said hesitantly, "I'm afraid he will deny me because of that."

"He might. I won't lie to you. But it's better to tell him sooner rather than later. I know I'd like to know that."

Dany nodded and left the room, making for the King's Tower. She just wanted to be alone and with her thought's. To be honest she was actually looking forward to getting to know James, even though the concept of courting seemed foreign to her. Daenerys had been married twice, once for her brother and once for security. Only one had grown into love. Perhaps it will be for James like it was for Dany with Drogo. Maybe he will grow to love her as she grew to love Khal Drogo, and that was all she hoped for.