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Chapter 4 Sansa I and Jon III

Sansa

"Here my lady?" the servant asked as Sansa stood in the middle of the Great Hall of Winterfell overseeing the final preparation's of Arya's wedding.

It was extremely loud as men and women alike were getting ready for the big day. Some Lord's in the North were attending as were the majority of Storm Land's. The servant's were placing out fresh candle's into the holders, some were sweeping the floor and cleaning the table's; other's were on ladder's hanging up tapestries. Above the dais where the Chair of Winterfell sat, three men were hung up the tapestry of House Stark, with it's grey direwolf running across the white field. Other men were rolling keg's of ale and flagon's of wine that Sansa ordered from the cellar's. On the wall's were streamers and the like.

Sansa had personally organized the courses for that night and made sure it was done right. She would not get this wedding wrong, she would not let Arya throw it back in her face. She was happy to arrange and organize the wedding for her little sister, seeing as she had nothing else to do in Winterfell. Arya had come for her when she was finally betrothed to Gendry, and was reluctant to ask; seeing as she hated all of this stuff. But when she did, Sansa couldn't help but feel so happy for her, yet she felt sadness for herself. She hadn't met her own husband, yet she knew he was out there somewhere.

Today was not only special because of Arya, but because James was bringing the Targaryen Queen with him: Daenerys. They were set to arrive just before the ceremony with Jon. When Sansa first saw her walk into Winterfell with her arm's locked with James, she realized those two were meant for each other. The Queen was beautiful standing there in her dress and tiara, she felt James was a fool for not saying yes right away, yet she knew he was trying to live up to what Ned would've done. He'd changed to much.

It was like the book's she used to read as a child, but those stories weren't real. She had found that out the hard way. To be honest she was very nervous about the Queen coming to the wedding, Sansa was a perfectionist and she didn't want to besmirch her family name. Everything had to be perfect, just perfect. Catelyn had taken it worse, it was apparently James who invited her and without asking. Sansa had ordered fresh fruit sent from the farmer's because Catelyn had told her that Daenerys liked fresh fruit. She'd also had arbor gold brought in from the cellar's out of Catelyn's own stock, just for the Queen. Sansa was a bit upset that she hadn't been warned a month earlier, but what could she do; nonetheless she was excited to host her.

She hadn't seen Arya since the early morning when she had helped her brush her hair out for the ceremony. Much of her little sister that would annoy her when they were younger was still there, but Arya had grown into a beautiful women; just like their father said she would. Sansa remembered when Jeyne Poole would call her Arya Horseface when they were girls, and she'd laugh right along with her. She'd been happy that her sister had fallen in love with Gendry, that blacksmith she'd gotten to know along the Kingsroad. Gendry was a good man who would support Arya's personality. Right now he is probably off getting ready, being nervous; Sansa didn't know Arya had been capable of love, yet she had been proven wrong. She didn't think James was either, considering all the whoring he used to do, which shamed the family.

I hope he's in love with her, she thought standing there in the Great Hall staring at the completion of month's of hard work finally coming to fruition. It had grown late and by now the afternoon had settled in, and it was time for the ceremony. Arya wanted to have the ceremony in the godswood before the Heart tree just like the Stark's had done for thousand's of year's. Gendry followed the Seven but he was willing to do it for Arya, so a Septon had to perform the ceremony.

"Where is James?" Catelyn asked while her family stood in the courtyard waiting for the Queen's arrival with her older brother. Sansa had chosen a dress of grey, resembling her house while Catelyn chose a dress of blue and red representing House Tully. All had put on their finest clothing and most of the people had already took their place in the godswood.

"Doesn't he know that today is for his sister and not about him!" Catelyn said impatiently.

"He knows mother," Sansa replied, "Not to worry, he will be here before the ceremony."

"He better," she heard Bran whisper, "Or I'll kill him myself, future King or no."

Sansa turned to him, "No, I will!"

"Look there they are!" Rickon yelled as he pointed to the sky, Sansa looked up and saw the dragon's looming overhead again. Sansa was infatuated with them just like everyone else, they were the stuff of stories, and now here they were flying over Winterfell. Her favorite was Viserion; the white dragon whose scales looked like a fresh blanket of snow.

They landed outside of Winterfell and she saw James dismount Rhaegal in a doublet of Grey and black and Jon did too but he was in all black. Representing the Night's Watch or the Targaryen's she didn't know. Sansa still couldn't believe he wasn't Ned's son because he looked so much like him. When they were kids she wasn't particularly close to her half-brother Jon Snow because he was a bastard, but as she grew older she realized she didn't care. James helped the Queen come off Drogon as Sansa got a good look at her. She's so beautiful, she thought as Daenerys stepped forward in a dress of light violet silk that brought out her eyes, the golden crown on her head. Her Queensguard was behind her, with Jon to her right, most of them were olive-skinned Dothraki with oddly curved sword's, all led by some man named Jorah Mormont. He had weird brand's on his face. James and the Queen were all smile's walking toward's them, holding hand's, and Sansa smiled. She could see that they had started to like each other, and she could tell when James was enamored by a women. He was whispering in her ear and she was giggling. Jon was ever serious as he said hello to the family, who were kneeling in front of Daenerys.

"Rise!" she said smiling as Sansa looked up at James who looked back down at her laughing, she couldn't remember the last time he was this happy, "We wouldn't want to be late to the ceremony."

The ceremony in the godswood was beautiful. Arya and Gendry stood before the heart tree as the Septon recited the words, both their hand's intertwined and wrapped in a twine. Bran led Arya down to the tree being the Lord of Winterfell as Gendry stood there clad in the black and gold of Baratheon with the Stag embroided on his doublet. They began to say the words together,

"Where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be mine. When you die, I will die. And there I will be buried. Before the gods of our ancestors, I swear, neither death nor it's darkness will separate us."

Than they recited the words of the Seven,

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crow. Stranger. I'am his and he is mine from this day until the end of day's."

Finally he stepped back and took the grey cloak of House Stark off her shoulder's and brought forward a black cloak with a giant golden stag in the middle, placing it on her. Than they looked at each other for the first time as husband and wife and kissed. Everyone cheered as they did and Sansa clapped, feeling tear's coming down her face. She was happy for her but she couldn't help but feel jealous of what they had. Jon was smiling for her as was the rest of her family, and of course Catelyn was crying. James was standing next to Daenerys as both clapped and smiled, talking to each other.

Sansa sat on the dais of the Great Hall as the feast was well under way, it smelled like ale and roasted meat. The third course was already out by now and everyone was dancing, including Arya and Gendry. Sansa sat next to Catelyn who was next to Bran on the Chair of Winterfell. Rickon was dancing with some girl as Jon was sitting with some Night's Watchmen who had come down from the Wall. James and Daenerys sat next to each other right next to Bran. Sansa peered down the table and saw James whispering into Daenerys ear, and she was laughing; already looking like a couple in love. She smiled as she looked back to oversee the feast. Baratheon men were jesting and slamming horn's of ale together, as they made fun of their liege lord dancing. Stark men were across doing the same except Sansa had no clue who they were talking about. Most of the Lord's stood in a group and just talked. Nothing could ruin this moment, Sansa thought looking at Arya laughing as Gendry fell tumbling down onto the floor.

Sansa heard some commotion to her left as she saw the color flushing out of her mother's face, and Bran was motioning for somebody to calm down. Sansa looked over and saw Jon running up to the dais and so she decided to see who was ruining this moment and to her surprise it was Daenerys and James. He was standing up from his seat, his face in shock,

"And you decide to tell me now!" he yelled, scolding the Queen.

Sansa could not hear what they were talking about over the music. Daenerys was sitting in her seat holding his hand, begging him to calm down and sit; her eyes surveying the feast, hoping nobody was looking.

"James, my sweet, please sit down," she faintly heard her plead, the look of helplessness on her face.

Jon finally arrived and placed both his hand's on James' shoulder trying to calm him down, but it wasn't working. James shrugged him off and released himself from Daenerys grip, as he stormed off from the Great Hall. The Queen sulked in her chair as Sansa noticed her eye's began to glisten; this time Jon was trying to console her, as was Jorah Mormont. Than she rushed up from her chair and ran. Catelyn tried to grab her but she continued running and finally Sansa darted from her chair and grabbed her wrist,

"My Queen, what happened?" Sansa asked as Daenerys turned around and looked at her, she was trying not to cry.

"Please, let me go" she pleaded as Sansa released her wrist and she ran off. Her Queensguard trying to follow her.

"What happened?" Catelyn asked, her eyes wide and the color gone from her face.

"I don't know, mother. The Queen wouldn't say, but it didn't look good. Did you hear what they were talking about?"

"No, I didn't," Cat replied, "I've never seen James act that way."

"Me neither," Sansa said running over to Bran who was still sitting in his chair, his face in his hands.

"Bran, what happened?" Sansa asked, "Did you hear what they were talking about?"

"No," he replied, "I tried to calm him down, but he ignored me. That idiot made himself look like a fool in front of everyone. I won't have our House be made a mockery of."

"I know," Sansa said calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Do you know where he went?"

"No," he replied, Sansa could tell he was quite upset. Bran was very honorable at being Lord of Winterfell and did not want anyone making them look bad. "Ask Jon, he knows," Bran said, motioning over to him with his hands.

Sansa ran over to Jon in a hurry as she saw him standing there talking to Jorah Mormont; he was raking his hand's through his hair, clearly frustrated . Both of them were startled to see her.

"Where's James?" Sansa asked in a hurry, ignoring Jorah, "Jon, where is he?"

"Try outside Sansa and go quickly," he replied, "If he isn't out by the stables than try the godswood."

"Thank you," she said nodding to both of them as she ran outside of the Great Hall, looking for him. James was known for being hotblooded but she hadn't seen him get that bad in awhile. What did Daenerys do? she thought to herself, looking for him. She ran towards the stables and there he was, slamming that stupid practice dummy with a sword. Hacking and slashing as he continued taking out his anger,

"James!" she yelled running over to him as he turned around and gave her a cold look, not even saying a word. He returned to hitting the dummy as she stood next to him, watching.

"James, what happened?" Sansa asked, but it fell on deaf ears. He continued to ignore her. Sansa grew frustrated and finally yelled at him again when he looked at her,

"I don't want to talk about it!" he barked, and was about to hit the dummy when Sansa blocked it with her arm.

"No!" she said defiantly, "You just embarrassed our family in front of the Lord's of the North and Storm's End. And not to mentioned you embarrassed Daenerys. Also it is Arya's day and you made it all about yourself! So tell me, what happened?"

James sighed and dropped the sword looking at her, she flashed him the same look their mother would when they got in trouble. She widened her eye's and made her face hard like stone,

"What happened?"

James took in a breath, "She's barren, Sansa."

Sansa was taken aback and at a loss for word's, he sounded so sad, "What do you mean she is barren?"

"She can't have children!" he yelled but than he calmed down, "Daenerys can't have children."

Sansa stood there quietly, just staring at his face. He was so angry, yet the same time so sad. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, James. So, so, sorry."

"And what's even worse is that she decided to tell me now! When I started to feel something for her. I let her in and look what it got me, nothing but pain. Just like I'm used to."

"Do you love her?" Sansa asked, when James nodded.

"These past two, almost three, month's I've spent in King's Landing were the happiest I've been in awhile. We'd spend most of the day together as we walked the garden or sit in the godswood, talking. She is beautiful and smart and funny, and everything I've wanted in a woman. I love looking into her eyes, and nuzzling her silver hair that smells of lilacs. I love her laugh and her smile," he paused, "I was going to say yes to her at the end of the night."

"You still can!" Sansa replied, "Go to her! Tell her you're sorry and that you love her. Tell her all you just told me right now."

"I can't," he replied sadly, "She is barren Sansa! She can't have chil-"

"-So what!" Sansa yelled, "Something like that shouldn't get in the way of something true like mother and father. I know you must be angry at her for not telling you soon, but you can't change that. Go back to her. You're making a mistake, James."

"I'm not!" he yelled, "She lied to me and chose to tell me now, instead of earlier. When we sat in the godswood she told me to be truthful to one another. I mean, did she think I'd not want children? Did she think I'd not care?"

"Put yourself in her position, James!" Sansa retorted harshly. James was always stubborn.

"She was probably afraid that'd you'd say no, afraid of your reaction and rightly so. I can only imagine how she must be feeling right now, I'd be crying my eyes out. What, do you think you're the only one with feeling's in this relationship? I've seen the way she looks at you. I saw the way she laughed when you sat next to her at the feast. She likes you a lot, don't you see? She can't help that she is barren, James. She didn't choose this. So please, go talk to her."

He just stood there in silence as he gave her a dumb-plain stare. Sansa wanted to smack it right off, but she held back the urge. She wanted to smack him for being stubborn, for being stupid, for being a complete fool to let this one thing just ruin everything. Sure it was a big deal that she couldn't have children, and something like that is important to tell someone you love; but it shouldn't ruin it. Sansa envied what he had, what Arya had, and wanted it for herself. She knew how much they all took it for granted: that thing called love. Sansa never thought that Arya would be the first of all of them to marry, and let alone her brother ever have the opportunity. She'd alway's envision herself on a hill top with her perfect prince, as the leaves blew in the air, and her husband would kiss her for the whole world to see. Rickon was still to young to ever be serious about it, and Bran was too bitter to consider the possibility of it happening to him. To Sansa love used to be the thing of song's and stories, but she saw it come to fruition earlier in the godswood with Gendry and Arya. She saw it with her mother and father. She saw it with James and Daenerys as they held hand's walking toward's her family in Winterfell; even though James would never admit it. He could be King, but his own pride get's in his way, and he can never admit defeat. Even though James is six year's older than her; in some way's she felt the wiser one. When they were kid's and she'd overhear him arguing with Theon or father he'd never back down: even when he knew he was wrong.

"I can't, Sansa." James said after what felt like forever, "I just can't."

He began to walk away when Sansa yelled at him.

"Fine! Go and run away, it's what you're best at! Go back to the Wall and live out the rest of your day's alone, angry, and full of regret!"

He stopped and turned to her, but he wasn't angry. Sansa released a breath as she finally made a break through, she could tell he realized his mistake.

"Thank you, Sansa." he said running toward's the feast.

-x-

Jon

"What was that about?" Jorah asked as they stood on the dais, both speechless.

The feast had continued as if nothing had happened, and most had pretended not to have seen it but Jon knew they did. He'd never seen James act that way, at least not in awhile, and it was the first time he was scared of him. Jon mostly felt bad for Daenerys as she sat there in her chair begging, no pleading, for him to calm down. But he didn't listen and just yelled at her and scolded her as if she wasn't the Queen. Jon felt hopeless as he attempted to do his best at calming James down, but it was folly. There was no hope to calm him when the wolfsblood was on him.

"Jon? What do you think that was about?" Jorah asked again as he struck Jon out of his thought's.

"I'm not sure."

"I've never seen him that way," Jorah said, "In all the time he was at King's Landing, not once did he get as angry as I just saw him."

"Neither have I."

Both stood there in silence, thinking, but Jorah was the first to talk, lifting a hand to his chin, "But I think...I think, I may have an idea of what she just told him."

"What?" Jon asked, "What was it?"

Jorah sighed, "Daenerys has feared to tell him something since she'd met him; feared he'd reject her because of it, and she was right."

"What is it?" Jon pleaded again, "Jorah, tell me."

"That the Queen is barren," he whispered into his ear, "She can not have children."

Jon retracted, giving him a look of shock as Jorah watched him.

"Barren?" he asked in a whisper, "Daenerys is barren?"

Jorah nodded, "Yes. I remember the day it happened, she will never have children and her dragon's are her children."

Jon walked in a circle around the dais, raking both his hand's in his hair. It was not good that Dany was barren, because a Queen was expected to have children and heirs to the throne. Jon didn't know what to think, he felt bad for her most of all, but he slightly felt bad for James. It wasn't fair to him that she had kept this from him for such a long time, but that didn't mean he could act the way he did. Jon knew something had blossomed between them when he saw them again after such a long time. Earlier that day James told him he was going to say yes, but this may undo everything they had built.

"Jon, what happened?" he heard Arya ask as she stood there in front of him in her ivory dress, sweating from dancing.

"Mother told me something happened between James and the Queen."

Jon shook his head, "This isn't good, Arya."

"What happened? What did they argue about?"

Jon beckoned her closer as he bent down to whisper in her ear, "Dany is barren. She can't have children."

"Oh, no…" she responded in shock, "That's horrible! Where is she?"

"I'm not sure, but I know Sansa went to find James. We have to fix this, Arya. James was going to say yes to her tonight."

Arya put a hand to her mouth, "He was?"

"We must find her, Jon," Jorah said interrupting, "We can't let her be unattended."

"I know," he responded.

"I'll go find her," Arya said,

"No, I will." Jon replied, "It's your wedding night and you should be with Gendry. I can handle Daenerys."

Jorah and nodded as Jon walked out of the Great Hall and Catelyn grabbed him by the arm, asking him what he'd find out. Jon motioned to Arya who ran over and told her, Jon looked back as Cat gave her a look of shock. A bloodrider was standing at the entrance and he asked her where she went and he said in her chamber's in the Guest House.

He ran over there and found two Queensguard outside her door, standing like sentries. They wouldn't let him in.

"Let me in!" he demanded but they wouldn't move.

"The Queen wishes to be alone," the guard replied stoically, he wouldn't budge.

"She is my aunt, and if you do not let me through I will tell her how you defied me! Now let me in."

The guard scoffed and opened the door as Jon stepped in. The room was illuminated by candle's and smelled of lilac's; with the stone wall's of Winterfell around it. A hearth was going as Jon spotted Dany slouching on a chair with a cup of wine in hand. A flagon on the table next to her. She was looking off into the darkness as Jon just stood there, waiting for her to notice him. Finally she did as she stood up and stumbled trying to keep her balance,

"JJONN!" she yelled, raising her cup in the air and stumbling; only to fall down into her chair laughing.

Jon knew she was drunk. Not only were her eye's as red as her cheeks from crying, but she couldn't stop laughing to herself as she drank more wine.

"Jon, take a…take a seat!" she yelled pointing to the chair across from her.

Jon hesitantly stepped forward and sat down as she handed him a cup of wine, which he tried to deny.

"Drink! I'm your queen," she said sternly as Jon grabbed the cup and slowly drank as both sat there, before she began laughing again.

"Is something funny?" Jon asked as he noticed she was laughing and crying at the same time.

"I'm such a fool for having fallen in...in love with him," she said to nobody, "To think that I'd fall so hard for someone in three month's, only for him to hate me."

Jon hesitated to talk to Dany in the state she was in, people often regretted the thing's they said or did when they were drunk, but he decided to speak.

"He doesn't hate you," he said calm as can be.

Daenerys laughed, "Oh yes he does, Jon Snow! He hates me!" she poured herself more wine.

"No he doesn't. I believe James has grown to love you."

"Does he?" she scoffed, "He has a funny way of showing it. Embarrassing me in front of everyone and treating me like I'm some, some child, Jon. Like some child."

"Give him time. He'll come around."

"I should've just forced him too. I'm the Queen and a Khaleesi, I should've just…made him. I should've been like, 'James Stark! You will be the King or I will have you killed!" she laughed ready to pour herself another glass of wine.

Jon stood up and took the flagon away from her, "I think you've had enough," he said as she looked up at him in anger, so she began to yell and scream at him.

"You give that back to me Jon Snow! You give me that wine back!" she yelled trying to reach for the flagon, but Jon kept it out of arm's reach,

"You think you can command me?!" Dany yelled kicking and screaming, "You're just some fake Targaryen bastard!"

Jon stood there and handed her back the flagon, "Fine," he spat, "Drink away. It won't bring James back."

Jon just wanted to shake her, but he couldn't. Daenerys was stubborn when it came to thing's like this, and she was always used to getting her way. In some way's her and James were so much alike because neither liked to admit they were wrong, and Jon knew they were meant for each other in some odd way. Never in a million year's would he think he'd see the day James Stark actually love a woman. A woman who didn't cost him a copper to buy for a night, or a woman who didn't have half a brain.

He made for the door as she began to plead for him to come back, and he just wanted to leave but he couldn't leave her there alone. Jon turned around and began to sit down when she started crying instead of laughing, he sat there awkwardly as she sobbed to herself. The tears came out like a river.

"No wonder..." she whimpered,"No wonder...why he doesn't like me," she said crying, "I'm like some broken toy who can't give him children…"

Dany began to cry even harder when Jon stepped over and crouched, placing a hand on her back trying to console her. Even though she was drunk he couldn't blame her for being so, she must've felt an enormous amount of guilt for something she couldn't prevent or choose. Jon could understand being afraid.

"No you're not, Dany. You are smart and kind," Jon said, "You didn't choose to be barren and James will see that, you'll see."

Dany looked up at him, staring for a second, and just kissed him fully on the lips. Jon kissed her back for a slight second, but than he pulled back; disgusted. Dany just stared at him and stood up. She pushed him as he stumbled back and fell onto his chair. Dany gave him no time to react as she straddled him and kissed him again, just as hard as she did before. Jon tried to push her off but he found he didn't have the strength.

"I was going to ask you to be King," she said kissing him, her breath smelled of wine, "You could've been King."

Jon remained quite as she began to unbuttoned his doublet and he was shirtless. He didn't know what to do or what he could do. Dany had pinned herself on him and he couldn't move, yet he felt disgusted because it was his aunt. On all level's Jon Snow knew this was wrong because he wasn't Jon Snow: he was Jon Targaryen.

"Do you find me beautiful, Jon?" Dany said again, raking her hand's across his chest, breathing down his neck, "I know you do, Jon. I can see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking."

She took his head and forced him to nuzzle her hair, just like he used to do with Ygritte, and than he remembered James telling him he did the same thing with Dany. On a subconscious level he realized she was pretending he was James, and he couldn't let this happen. He couldn't betray his friend and brother. Daenerys than began to remove his breeches as he looked down on her. Her silver hair flowing from her crown as her finger's were removing the lace's. James's face floating right before him.

When she was on the final string he shot up from the chair and hastly pulled up his breeches. She stood up and stared at him blankly,

"This is a mistake," he said fastening on his breeches, "You're my aunt and this is wrong. Not to mention that you're drunk."

"No, it isn't. Targaryen's married brother and sister for thousan…thousands of, of year's Jon." she said coming toward's him as he backed off. Dany stepped closer and was going to kiss him when he pushed her away.

"I can't let his happen, Dany." he said putting on his tunic and doublet as she just stood there, "I can't betray James like this. It's obvious that you're in love with him."

"I hate him!" she yelled at Jon, "I don't love him!"

"Yes you do!" he yelled back, "Dany don't you see? He loves you too!"

At that she remained quite and just looked down at the floor, she turned back to him, "He…he does?" she asked, like a child.

"Yes!" Jon said out of breath, "Seven hells, Dany. He was going to say yes to you tonight!"

Dany stood there in silence as finally she began to cry again and she flung herself into Jon's arm's, crying into his chest. "I'm so sorry, Jon. I'm making a mistake, please forgive me."

She cried some more, "I'm so embarrassed, I can't stand to see anyone right now. I've got to go."

Dany barreled out of his arms and ran out the door as her Queensguard followed her. He ran out the hall and yelled, "But Dany, where are you going?!"

"I'm going back home!" she yelled back as Jon noticed she was running back to the Great Hall, so he followed her.

By the time he arrived back at the Great Hall he noticed Jorah Mormont exiting the door followed by the scuffling boot's of her Queensguard and the clang of their armor. Jon stood on the dais, sweating, as his family ran over to him. All talking at once and he couldn't understand what they were asking. Jon couldn't believe what just happened, Daenerys had thrown herself to him, but fortunately he rejected her. Honor had kept him in check.

"Where did she go?" Catelyn asked, "Where did the Queen go?"

"Back to King's Landing," Jon said panting, as they read the shock on his face.

"What just happened, Jon?" Bran asked, "Why was she crying?"

"She was drunk," he replied, "When I found her in the Guest House she was drunk and crying. I tried to calm her down and console her, but she kissed me and began to remove my clothes."

By now both Bran and Cat had wide eyes, thinking the worst had happened, "It's not what you think." Jon said, "I didn't sleep with her. All I could see was James' face and so I refused her. That's when she realized what she had done and ran out of the room. I told her that James was going to say yes to her."

"He was going to say yes?" Cat asked.

"Yes," Jon replied, "Well at least he was."

"And now her being barren could undo everything…" Cat said to no one in particular, "Jon," she said placing a hand on his shoulder, "I never want you to tell James about what just happened between you and Daenerys."

"What?" Jon said astonished that she'd ask him to lie, "But Lady Stark I have to tell him…I couldn't lie to him."

"You must," Bran said, "James can never know. That would be the final nail in the coffin."

Jon looked at them both with shocked faces but they didn't relinquish, "James will realize his mistake and go back to her. It's just a matter of time," Cat said, "I know he will. Jon, promise me you will never tell him."

Jon remained quite as she shook him to get his attention, "Promise me, Jon. Promise me you will never tell him of this," she shook him again when he threw his hand's in the air and she let go.

"Alright, Ok, I won't tell him. Where is he?"

"We don't know," Bran replied, "Sansa went to find him but she hasn't come back."

Over Bran's shoulder he saw a figure run into the hall, sweating and panting. It was James. Both Cat and Bran looked over and saw him as Jon and Catelyn ran over to him.

"Where is Dany?!" James asked, "Where is she? I must speak to her and tell her I'm sorry. I have to tell her that I accept!"

Nobody answered when he looked at them with a blank face, searching for an answer.

"Jon where is she?" he demanded but Jon had not the heart to tell him or look him in the eye after what just happened with her.

"She went back to King's Landing," Catelyn responded, "You should be ashamed of yourself, James."

James gave her a sad look, as if he had been caught trying to steal apple pies from the kitchen. Jon couldn't tell whether he was sad from shame or that Dany had left. Jon figured it was both.

"I've got to go," James said as he began to run away.

"Where are you going?!" Jon yelled.

"To stop her from leaving, Jon. I've got to tell her I'm sorry and that I love her." James said smiling, "I'm going to say yes to her. I'm in love with Daenerys Targaryen, Jon. I want to marry her."

Jon ran after him and followed him over to the courtyard as he saw James standing in the middle there, sulking. He walked up to him and knew he was too late, she had left. As they both stood there, James turned to him and walked away.

AN: And than he never saw her again...kidding. I have the next chapter already written, I just need to revise and it should be up tomorrow, probably.