AN: As promised the new chapter.

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Chapter 5 Tyrion II and James III

Tyrion

"How long has she been in there?" Tyrion asked as he sat in the small council room with just Jorah and Varys; who were the only member's of Daenerys' small council.

"About almost a month now," Jorah answered as a servant came around and poured them wine, "She hasn't said a word since she left Winterfell. Her handmaiden's tell me that she doesn't eat or really sleep. All she does is cry all day."

When Dany arrived back from Winterfell, Tyrion was awoken in the middle of the night by Jorah as he rushed over to see her. However, she refused him entry as she locked the door behind her. Jorah told him what happened and he was surprised, but not so much. He had warned her of what might happen if she didn't tell James, right away. And she didn't listen. So the whole time ruling of the realm has fallen to him. Tyrion had to hear the peasant's pleas everyday, just like Ned Stark did before him. Some came complaining about a lack of food since the battle, other's about the water, some about the dead bodies that littered the streets, but most complained about the lack of Gold Cloaks and the increase in taxes. Somebody had to pay for the damage's. Other's complained about the thieves and looting.

As Tyrion sat upon the most uncomfortable chair in the seven kingdom's he often thought about other thing's as he heard the peasant's pleas. Often his mind drifted off into space and he'd forget what they were talking about. As the barb's poked into his back he realized why the Mad King was afraid of the chair, and he also realized why Robert Baratheon alway's had Jon Arryn do the hard work. The King shits and the Hand wipes, Tyrion thought as he would go to sleep every night. Discovering the new cut's he'd have on his ass or the scab's that formed on his hands.

Tyrion could tell that Jorah Mormont was angry at the Stark boy, for his affection's for her were real and nobody could answer for James Stark. Tyrion had tried to go see her himself on numerous occasions; thinking he could convince her to finally leave the room, but it failed. The only thing she did was yell at him to leave, and never come back. Once she had managed to leave the door unlocked, and he slipped in. Tyrion doubted she could see him and when he got a look at her room, it horrified him. Uneaten plate's of food were in one corner and empty flagon's of wine in the other. Her bed was a disheveled mess and her blind's were closed shut. You practically had to squint to see anything, and the only light in the room was an ongoing fire. When finally she noticed his presence she flung a pillow at him, and yelled as Tyrion ran for the door from that famous Targaryen temper. After that he once thought of playing a trick by knocking on the door, and telling her James Stark was here, but that would've been too cruel. And Tyrion enjoyed his head on his shoulders.

"She need's to get over it," Tyrion replied, "Daenerys is the Queen! She must rule the realm! I mean look at this 'small council,' there isn't one!"

"Finally something we can agree on, Lord Tyrion."

Tyrion sighed. "Have any of you given any thought as to who can fill in the missing position's?"

"None," Jorah replied.

"This is a problem," Tyrion said to himself. "Surely we can find some High Lords who are willing. Stannis Baratheon can be Master of Ships again, or we can appoint his nephew Gendry as Master of Laws. Now who can be Grand Maester?"

Nobody answered but Varys, "I'm not sure, whoever the Citadel appoints. Although those do sound like good candidate's, I highly doubt Stannis would accept. He has secluded himself on Dragonstone and we haven't heard a word from him, or his ward Tommen. Myrcella Lannister should be arriving in Winterfell at anytime now. The Targaryen loyalist's are getting increasingly angry that he still sit's there; let alone the Queen took the throne instead of Aegon, and the only reason they bent the knee to her was because of her dragon's. We can only assume that Stannis won't reply because he isn't Lord of Storm's End and his nephew is. Although, Gendry might say yes. He is now married to Arya Stark, and she would be happy to move down here."

"I'd forgotten to ask about what happened to my niece and nephew," Tyrion said. "I'd thought Myrcella would've gotten there by now."

Varys shook his head. "No, my lord. The Queen allowed them to take some respite at Casterly Rock and then go to their respectable foster homes. Tommen arrived earlier, but Winterfell is quite far, my Lord."

"Alright," said Tyrion. "And speaking of the missing position's; Renly was Master of Laws, why can't Gendry? Send a raven to Storm's End and Winterfell about this and summon him to court."

"It will be done."

"And who else would you suggest, Lord Varys?" Jorah asked. "Who else could we ask?"

Varys chuckled. "Are you asking me for advice, Jorah Mormont? Certainly the god's have blessed me this day. Well let's see I believe we can ask maybe Mace Tyrell to be Master of Ship's?

"Tyrell?" Jorah replied, "Why Mace?"

"Because he was once before," said Tyrion. "We need someone who is acclimated to the position. And it will keep the Tyrell's at least somewhat happy. However, I don't want Margaery around."

"Why?" Varys said smiling, "Is there something wrong with her?"

"Yes," Tyrion replied, "she is too beautiful and power-hungry. Daenerys would not like it, and for all we know the Tyrell girl would try to seduce James just to cause strife between them."

"As if there isn't enough strife between them," Mormont interrupted when Tyrion threw him a sharp glance.

"Summon Mace and Mace alone. He will make Willas acting Lord of Highgarden in his stead, and Loras is to inflicted by his wound's to make the journey."

"It will be done, my lord." Vary said.

This is going to shit…."And where is Littlefinger? He hasn't sent any sort of reply to our raven. It's been over a month. The Vale isn't that far, it certainly isn't like sending a raven to the Wall."

"I'm not sure," Varys replied. "My little bird's have sung me no song's about Petyr Baelish. God's know what game he is playing…"

Tyrion sighed and drank his wine. Perhap's it was a good thing Littlefinger hadn't responded, because he couldn't be trusted. Or because Tyrion would kill him.

"This is all going to shit," Tyrion exclaimed. "We have no small council, the small folk are unhappy, the loyalist's are getting agitated. Stannis and Littlefinger have gone in the dark, and as if it couldn't get any worse…the Queen is not ruling. She has been in that room grieving for a month! A month! Surely, the time for grieving must have an end."

"I've tried to talk to her, but she won't reply," Jorah said angrily, drowning his cup of wine. "To be honest, I've given up. Damn that wolf pup. I don't know what she saw in him, he looked like some child at the feast."

Tyrion and Varys shared a glance as both of them were aware of Jorah's jealousy, and anger that it was James she cried for and not him.

"Well clearly she saw something," Tyrion replied. "Or I wouldn't have these cut's on my ass! Even taking a shit hurt's now."

Varys laughed. "A splending image to behold, Lord Hand."

"Indeed," Tyrion said drinking another cup.

"And what's worse is that he apparently did not love her back. Or he'd be here right now." Jorah said, leaning against his chair.

"Well I wouldn't say he didn't feel anything," Tyrion replied. "I saw that he made a real effort to court her while he was here for what, two month's almost three? The man is a true northmen. Some might call it love! Even you could see that, Mormont."

Jorah gave him a hard look as Varys cleared his throat. "James did personally tell me at the coronation he didn't want to be King."

"Well there you have it," Jorah said. "This was all just a huge waste of time! Not only do we not have a King, but we don't have a Queen!"

Tyrion sighed, "Thing's change!" he yelled. "If you would have told me that three month's ago, I would've believed you. Face it, the Stark boy has grown to like her."

"I told him he would," Varys said chuckling. "James Stark is too much of his father."

"That is both a good and bad thing," Tyrion jested. "Nonetheless, I know James Stark will come around. Just give him time, my lord's."

"And where is he, my lord's?" Jorah said motioning to the small council with his hand's. "Where is the supposed man who has come to love the Khaleesi? Where is he?"

Tyrion scratched his nose. Mormont was starting to agitate him and he knew his own love for Daenerys was getting in the way. Yes, she'd told Tyrion everything about Jorah's feeling's for her.

"He will come, Jorah. Do not worry."

"If he does, I'll kill him myself. That damn wolf took her for granted."

"And tell me, Jorah. Why do you hate James Stark so much?"

Jorah's face grew stern and his mouth began to twitch. "I never said I hated him. I only said, he doesn't deserve her."

"And why is that?" Tyrion asked.

"Because," Jorah replied, "Because look at the way he treated her at that feast. Not to mention he is arrogant, cocky, an utter-annoyance-"

Tyrion began to laugh, "I'd hardly call him arrogant. I may have agreed with you seven year's ago, but I don't think James likes the attention he's getting. The Stark's are known for being reserved people."

"It doesn't matter," Jorah quipped, "He still doesn't deserve her."

Tyrion scoffed, "And tell me, Mormont, does he not deserve her because it is him the Queen is crying for and not you?"

Tyrion watched as Jorah's face turned from shock, to sadness, and than to rage. But he kept quiet, even Varys was shocked that Tyrion had gone there, but he had grown tired of Jorah's unfounded hatred due to jealously.

"Yes," Tyrion said, "Yes, I'd say that is the reason; you're jealous. Let us not lie here, Jorah. You have alway's loved Daenerys from the moment you saw her. She told me about how you professed your love and kissed her on the Balerion, against her will. She also told me about how you betrayed her for-"

"-Enough!" Mormont yelled, slamming his fist against the table, "I'll hear no more of this!"

Tyrion looked at him in anger, he didn't like being made a fool of.

"Then if James Stark does come to the capital I do not want you interfering, is that understood? Set aside your feeling's for the Queen and think about what is best for the realm. The Seven Kingdom's need a King and he will be it. So please, Jorah, don't do anything rash."

Jorah looked up at him and scoffed, still angry. After a few moment's he relented and nodded, leaving the small council. Tyrion sighed and poured himself another glass of wine and sat back in his chair, idly drinking. He'd forgotten about Varys until he finally spoke up,

"Well played, Lord Hand," Varys whispered, "You played that Old Bear like a magician."

"Someone needed to say it," Tyrion replied, "He was on my last nerve."

Varys chuckled, "No harm in telling the truth, I guess. Although there is one more thing, Tyrion."

Tyrion turned to him, hoping it was good news. "News from Littlefinger?"

Varys shook his head, "No, I'm afraid he won't be coming here anytime soon. Actually, I was going to tell you guy's that a little bird had sung me an interesting song this morning."

Tyrion shook him, "Out with it than! I'd like to hear it."

Varys only smiled,

"My little bird told me that he saw a decently sized party leaving Winterfell a month back," the eunuch chuckled, "I believe James Stark and his family may be getting arriving to the Capital as we speak. To accept our beloved Queen's offer. And Gendry Baratheon is coming with them."

Tyrion smiled, finally new's he'd been waiting for.

"Splendid!" He yelled at the top of his lung's, jumping from his chair, "I must go tell Daenerys! Certainly this will get her out of her grief."

Tyrion made for the door when Varys called him back,

"I believe we shouldn't tell her, Tyrion."

"Why?"

"Because she may react rash, and deny him entry just out of spite. The Queen isn't in the right state-of-mind and shouldn't be warned. Surely, this will be a nice surprise and James will work it out. Trust me."

Tyrion gulped, fearing her wrath if she'd wanted to be told of this. But he saw logic in Varys' argument. Surely, the realm needed a King and he couldn't have Dany ruin it all just because her pride was getting in the way. She couldn't be told of his arrival.

"I guess the God's have smiled upon you again today, Lord Varys."

"And why is that?"

"Because for once in my life, I'am going to trust you."

-x-

James

"We shall be arriving to King's Landing within the hour, my lord's."

The guard said through the window as James sat with his family inside this nice wheelhouse Catelyn had constructed for them. James sat next to his brother's and Gendry; as his mother sat with his sister's across from them. They'd been on the Kingsroad for almost about a month now, and they were headed for the capital. Arya and Gendry came along with him too and he'd brought his guard's with him, totaling around one hundred men. Fifty from House Stark and fifty from the Baratheon's. Throughout the whole journey they'd stop at inn's needing respite and food, most happy to serve the Stark family and Lord of Storm's End. All had been eager to join, even Bran and Jon, to come down to King's Landing. Rickon was angry he couldn't attend, but he had to stay behind to be Castellan. There must alway's be a Stark in Winterfell.

As James sat with them, he'd been in silence the whole time. He didn't feel like speaking to anybody, and they didn't ask him to. The only person he could think of was Dany. Often as he'd stare out a window, he'd envision her violet eye's staring back at him, accompanied with her smile. He'd think about memories of them sitting together in the godswood, eating some fruit, as they'd talk and laugh. When it would rain; it would only make it worse. The rain would evoke more memories and make the day gloomy, it reminded him of her. Sansa even went as far as making the wheelhouse smell like lilac's, just because he'd told her he loved the smell of Dany's hair. Everyone thought it was a bit much, but kept quiet for his sake. James had grown to love her and had tried to deny to himself that he felt anything for her, while he was in King's Landing, but by the end he couldn't anymore. When he saw Arya and Gendry standing there in front of the Heart Tree, reciting their vows, he saw himself and Daenerys standing there, and that's when he knew.

It was Sansa's fault that they were all in this wheelhouse in the first place. It was her who convinced him to go back to her and say yes. But by the time he got there it was too late, Dany had left. Old habit's died hard and he wanted to go and drown his sorrow in whore's and wine. So, he went over to the brothel in Wintertown and bought himself a girl with blonde hair for the night. But when she straddled him all he could see was Dany and he threw her off him, storming out of the room. Instead he locked himself up in his chamber's for day's, talking to no one. He couldn't eat or sleep, his shame had seen to that. It took his whole family to cajole him out of his depression, and Sansa had the idea for everyone to make for King's Landing with James for support. And they'd might as well stay there until the wedding. James was forever in her debt for knocking sense into him, and loved her for it. When they were children he'd alway's have the same relationship with her that Jon had with Arya, they trusted each other with anything. It was her he told everything too, and her he went to advise to. He was proud as to the strong woman she had become, and trusted her with the world. Everyone was supportive of James, giving him words of encouragement to go beg for Dany's forgiveness, and in that moment he couldn't love his family more. Rickon had clenched his shoulders, as they were almost at a height, and told him to grovel in front of her if all went to hell. James only laughed and told his little brother, the spitting image of Robb, that he had much to learn but would take his advice. Everyone was supportive, everyone but, Bran.

Throughout the whole journey south, James Stark could find no solace in anything but his memories with Daenerys while they courted. He could remember the look on her face in Jon's chambers when he told her about courting, and she did not look happy. James knew that she had no choice but to say yes, and he knew that he'd grow to love Dany in time. She was a "Beautiful woman, not just outside but in," Jon had said to James after telling him of Dany's proposal. "Daenerys is not just a pretty face, but she is so much more than that. She is strong, smart, headstrong, stubborn, a quick learner, but above all she has a gentle heart, a heart that can show you so much love. You should be counting your blessings, James. Most men would kill to be her husband."

And James was killing himself in his mind everyday since he yelled at her at Arya's wedding feast.

He could remember the morning he said goodbye to Jon and Catelyn, watching as they mounted Rhaegal and took off back to Winterfell and the Wall. James felt alone as he watched the green dragon flying off in the distance, a feeling of nerves racking his body like blows, knowing that now he was alone in King's Landing to court Daenerys Targaryen. He could remember shoving his hands in his pockets, clad in Night's Watch black and walked back towards the Red Keep. The rest of the day he spent in his chambers that Daenerys had prepared for him, they were of modest size and all his clothing and provisions were already set up. James slept the day his family left and decided to walk around the Red Keep. He walked the halls of the Tower of the Hand, walked through Maegor's Holdfast and even the grounds of the Red Keep. Along the way he saw many servants give him weird looks, as if he didn't belong and often than not he flashed some smiles to ease their nerves. James supped with Tyrion Lannister, a meal of left over food from the coronation feast from the night before. He talked to Tyrion about the North, Winterfell, and how he should deal with Daenerys. "Be patient with her," he advised. "Be patient, but be yourself, James. Daenerys does not like to be lied to and she wants to trust you. Overall just act like you are with me and all will be as it should. I wouldn't advise scolding her, chiding, ordering her, or being too aggressive. Just give her the room she needs, and let her gentle heart guide you. Dany told me she likes you, and wants to love you. She told me about what happened at the Godswood last night, and she said she would remember it for a while. Just open up to her and you should be fine."

The second day is when he knew it was to begin. He awoke early that morning and went to Dany's solar to break his fast with her. She was sitting there in a red dress that bared her shoulders, and was wearing the crown on her head. James thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the world, and when he walked into her solar he didn't say a word, just taken back by her beauty. Daenerys smiled and laughed, motioning for him to sit down with the courtesy she used around him. James nodded and complimented her for being beautiful, and she only thanked him in kind. "Your beauty is like a rare flower," James said, trying to flatter. "I think you grew more beautiful over night, if that is even possible." Daenerys only smiled at him and they spoke that morning about the coronation and what they liked. The next week passed the same, but by the end James had begun to grow closer to her. The courtesy Dany used like armor began to break down and James opened his heart a day at a time.

The first month went by like a dream, and they had grown close with each other. Each day began with breaking their fast, talking and talking about the day before. She would tell him about the pleas she had to listen to and would complain about whatever was bothering her. James would listen intently and offer his advice, he knew Dany liked it when he listened. Each afternoon they'd go to the gardens and walked around while now it was James's turn to talk. He'd tell her about what he liked about her and what was bothering him, whether it be him missing his family or about his regrets. Dany held his hand the whole time they walked, sometimes even hugged him close, it was as if they were already married. After the walk they'd have lunch in the gardens while they pointed out animals and whatever caught their fancy. It was at night where the real intimacy happened. James and Dany never kissed, never had sex, or pleasured each other. He wanted the courting to be pure and just wanted to fall in love with the woman, not her sex. At night they'd go to the Godswood and would talk about their lives before she was queen. Daenerys told him about life across the Narrow Sea and her regrets in life. James would tell her about his father, Robb, and all the people he lost. Then he'd go to bed in his chambers and couldn't wait for the next day, but he still didn't open his heart completely. He missed his family.

The second month arrived and went by even easier than the first. James felt like Dany was his betrothed, his wife, even though it was not official. They grew more intimate within the second month, they often held hands, embraced each other and were in the phase of not caring who saw. In the gardens he'd hold her while they laid on the ground and watched the clouds, she'd not care about getting mud on her dress. James nuzzled her hair the first time in the gardens, after Dany had jested that the dragon was strong. James nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and whispered, "But this wolf has fangs." He took in her scent and lost himself in there, and that was when he began to fall in love with her, if he wasn't already. Daenerys only laughed, maybe even giggled when he did that, she struggled to push him away from her neck but he knew she liked it more than anything. The first time they kissed was in the Godswood at night, under the stars. James told her he had a surprise for her and wanted tonight to be special. Daenerys finally arrived wearing only nightclothes, but she was very modest in her clothing, showing nothing to him. James bid her to sit on the floor and she sat across from him, taking his hands in hers and she pressed kisses to them. He pulled out the fruit he brought for her and she squealed in excitement, he fed pieces to her and she smiled. They laid down on the floor and stared at the stars, talking to each other and pointing out the constellations. It was then he called her, "Dany Stormborn." It was then that they kissed for the first time, sealing their love in front of the gods.

And the third month was the easiest of them all. James knew he was enamored with the Dragon Queen at this point and she with him. They spent all their time together, not really ever apart, except they slept in separate chambers. James couldn't get enough of her and her of him, he fell hard for her. She'd have him sit it on pleas and small council meetings with her, just so they couldn't be apart. They broke their fast, ate lunch, and supped together. They'd walk in the gardens still, holding hands, embracing, and he'd nuzzle her hair over and over until she died of laughter. Dany would kiss him all the time, often pulling him aside when the handmaidens would leave them alone for a second and push him against a wall just so she could kiss him for a second. Dany would shove him against the wall with force, grabbing him by his forearms and standing on her tiptoes to plant a long kiss to his mouth, she tasted sweet and of flowers. Her kisses made him feel like he was floating off the ground, and the smile she would flash him afterwards was the greatest part of all. It grew to the phase where she would show her affection openly, kissing him in front of her Queensguard or Tyrion, not really caring who would see them, and they would kiss for hours especially in the godswood at night, and run her hands through his long hair. That was Daenerys's favorite thing to do, where as James's favorite thing was to nuzzle, Dany would run her hands through. Massaging his scalp and shoulders until he almost fell asleep. She'd even wanted to take him to her bed, but he refused until they were married. At one point they took a trip to Riverrun to see his uncle Edmure and they welcomed them with open arms. Edmure and his wife Roslin were happy to see him and were nervous to meet, Dany. James met his newborn cousin for the first time and really got to know his uncle and aunt. He confided to Roslin, who was no older than Jon, that he loved Dany and planned on marrying her, she was happy for him. Ad by the end of the third month, James Stark, was in love with Daenerys Targaryen and wanted nothing more to be her husband and the man she loved. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and give her children. He'd die for her.

And so when he finally went back to Winterfell after a three month absence, James Stark was happily in love and excited to show his family just how far he'd come. James didn't hold back and openly showed affection to Daenerys in front of the Starks, holding her hand, embracing her, whispering into her ear at the wedding to make her laugh, even kissing her when supper was being served. He even went as far as to feed her pieces of her food when he knew his mother was looking, Catelyn had caught his gaze once and smiled, knowing that James may grant her grandchildren one day. James Stark imagined bearing children with Dany everyday of his life, thinking about clutching her hand while she lay on the birthing bed, and watching as the mid-wife would pull out his child and hand him or her to him. He saw a child with silver Targaryen hair, his silver eyes, and the beautiful features of his wife. Then she told him she was barren. James was crushed, crushed because he wanted children, but also crushed because he let himself fall in love. Daenerys was his everything, his wife in all but name and legality, but she crushed his heart with this. James couldn't imagine how she would lay in the Godswood floor and listen to him while he spewed about their children's names, and not think about tell him the truth. He felt betrayed, felt cheated, but in the end he still loved her. James cursed her to the everything he can name, when she whispered into his ear during the feast and told him, "I'm barren, James. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but..." And that was all he needed to hear. James stood up and screamed at her, yelling at her and pleading why she didn't say anything, but he was grieving more than anything. Daenerys tried to calm him, tried everything in her power, she grabbed his hand called him "my sweet" and begged him to listen, but James wouldn't hear her. He stormed out of the Great Hall and hit the blasted dummy to the deepest of seven hells. It took Sansa to bring him back. And then Daenerys was gone.

Finally they entered King's Landing as the wheelhouse made it's way across the streets. All of his family was looking out the window's as James noticed they'd done a decent job at cleaning up the capital; three month's back it looked like a pile of twigs. As James surveyed the city he looked back into the carriage, and looked at Sansa; who gave him a slight smile. His mother did too. Both were dressed in bright blue dresses, and they looked so much alike. Arya and Gendry were laughing together as they pointed out thing's in the capital with Jon and Bran. James kept to himself.

"How are you feeling?" Sansa asked him, she could tell when he was distraught.

"I'm feeling fine."

"No you aren't," Catelyn said, "You're never good at lying."

"You're nervous," Sansa stated, "You're nervous she may reject you."

"And rightly so," said Bran, taking his time to offer his two cent's, "Now it's you who fear's rejection, when before it was Daenerys."

Sansa gave him a scolding look, as James looked down onto the floor. The wheelhouse moved slowly. It was like torture. However, Bran was right; he was nervous to see Dany again after almost a month. He felt ashamed for what he did at Arya's wedding feast, and was not mad at her anymore. It wasn't her fault she was barren. He didn't know that she'd taken it so bad until Jon told him what happened. Jon sat them all down, and told all of them in the wheelhouse about what happened between him and Dany. All were shocked and James at first was angry, but he forgave her just like that. She was drunk and angry, and alone. Jon was the only comforting thing around, and when he told James she pretended he was him, it made him happy. She truly did love him.

"I just hope she is alright," Arya said, "I'd take it pretty hard, being barren."

"Something you can't prevent, James." Gendry answered.

"Do you feel any shame?" Jon asked, as James sighed,

"Of course, I do. I wouldn't be human if I didn't."

"And what do you plan on doing?" Cat asked, "When you first see her, I mean."

"If she see's him," Bran said, as James looked out the window.

"Shut up!" Sansa yelled, scolding him as Bran rolled his eyes.

"I don't know," James replied, "Just say sorry, tell her I love her, and beg her forgiveness, I guess."

"It's all you can do," Arya said.

"It's what I would do." Jon replied, "Just tell her everything you feel, and she'll come around."

"Tell her everything you told me." Sansa finished as the wheelhouse came to a stop.

They all looked out the window as one of the guard's opened the door, and they'd arrived within the courtyard of the Red Keep. They all got out and looked up at the castle. It's majestic red tower's looking down upon them, and it made James feel insignificant in this world. James stood there as the guard's began to unload there stuff, anxious and nervous. His stomach was in a knot and he just wanted to run to her.

Suddenly Tyrion Lannister approached them, followed by some royal men-at-arm's and everyone gave their hello's. Tyrion was happy to see all of them, even James. Surely, he knew about what happened at Winterfell. They all stood there and talked as James began to sweat out of nerves, he'd thought Dany would come and see him by now, or she'd come and greet them, but she was nowhere to be found.

"James, you're sweating," Sansa said, wiping his forehead with her sleeve.

"I'm so nervous," he replied, "I'm just afraid she'll reject me."

"Don't be, she'll see you. However, she may be mad at first."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Suddenly Tyrion turned to him and just stared, as if he wanted to say something. James walked over to him,

"Well Stark, are you ready?" he asked, "Let's go James, we don't have all day."

"Where are we going?"

"Why to Maegor's Holdfast, of course. It's why you are here, isn't it, to say yes?"

James nodded and he smiled. "Good," he said sternly, "I'll take you there now."

James looked back at his family once more, and they nodded at him with smiles, offering word's of encouragement and luck. Bran didn't say a word. He was still mad at James for making his family look like fool's at the feast, and rightfully so.

As they walked to Maegor's Holdfast, he felt as if he was about to vomit. Sweat was trickling down his forehead, his stomach in a big knot, and James figured this couldn't get any worse. The thing's I do for love…

"How is she?" James asked, walking side by side with Tyrion.

"Not good," he replied, just as James feared.

"How bad?"

"Bad," he said sternly, "Would you like to know?"

James nodded,

"Very well then. Dany hasn't left her room since she got back from Winterfell. The ruling of the realm has fallen to me," he said lifting up his hand's to show James his scabs.

"She doesn't eat or sleep. All she does is lay in bed all day, crying in the darkness. I've tried to talk to her, but she never listen's or want's to see anyone. What did you do to her, Stark?"

"I didn't think it'd be this bad."

Tyrion laughed, "You didn't think? Are you stupid, James? The girl like's you, you blind bloody fool! Could she make it anymore obvious?"

"I deserve that."

"Yes you do!" Tyrion said, firmly, "Because of you I'll have scar's all over my ass; from sitting on that blasted chair. Damn you, Stark and damn you, Aegon the Conquerer."

"I wish she would've told me earlier."

Tyrion sighed, "I told her to. But she was afraid you'd reject her, and rightfully so."

Finally they arrived inside the royal apartment's and they walked down the hall where her room was located. Outside her door stood Jorah Mormont and another member of her Queensguard, as James ran over to the door. He was about to barge through when Jorah blocked his way, giving him a look of anger and defiance. James tried to move past him but he wouldn't move.

"Move!" James yelled in a hushed tone, "I'm here to see Daenerys."

Jorah wouldn't move and James stared at him, he could tell the man hated him.

"Move, Mormont!" he yelled again, as Jorah still said nothing.

Finally Tyrion caught up with him as James stood there, his fist's coiling and the wolfsblood boiling. He wanted to punch Jorah right in the face, but he wouldn't.

"Let him through, Mormont," Tyrion demanded, "Let him see her."

But he wouldn't budge and finally Tyrion got mad, "Let him pass!"

Finally Jorah grunted and stepped to his right, he got close to James and whispered, "If you hurt her like that again, Stark: I'll kill you myself."

James flashed him a look of anger as they locked eye's, Tyrion pounded on the door.

"Daenerys!" he yelled, "Daenerys open this door! Someone is here to see you!"

"I don't want to see anyone!" she responded, it felt so good to hear her voice, "Leave now Tyrion, I don't want to see you!"

"It's not me who want's to see you! You have a visitor!"

"Who?" she asked.

"You won't believe me, but it's James!"

A few second's of silence passed as they all pressed their ear's to the door, hoping to her the sound of her moving, but they heard nothing.

"I'll have your head for that jape, Tyrion!" she finally yelled, "I'll mount your head on a spike!"

This time James spoke, nervous as can be, "No, it's true, it's me! It's me Dany Stormborn!"

"Dany Stormborn?" Tyrion asked as James shrugged,

"It's a nickname I came up for her, it's so she know's it's me."

Dany kept quiet for awhile as they waited outside, so Tyrion decided to let him in anyway. He opened the door quietly and walked in. James knew Tyrion wasn't jesting when he told him it was bad, because it was. The room was dimly lit by candles that were burned down to the wick. Tray's of eaten and mostly uneaten food were in the corner, and empty flagon's in the other. James had never been in her room because they slept in different chamber's. It was huge, with a big bed and twin hearth's. The room smelled of lilac's. Finally he looked over to her bed and saw a bump underneath the covers: it was Dany.

She looked up from the bed and stared at him, almost in shock, but than it turned to rage. Her silver hair was a tangled mess, her face flushed, and her eye's swollen red, than she laid back down; facing away from him. It was at that moment James felt so bad for her that he would accept Jorah's offer.

"Dany," he whispered quietly walking toward her, step by step, "Dany it's me, James."

She remained facing away from him as he crept closer to the bed, and knelt down beside it, reaching out to her but he retracted. Dany looked so innocent lying there like a child, but this was his doing and he meant to see it right. He knelt there in silence before speaking.

"Dany, I'm sorry," he began, "I'm sorry for everything."

She still didn't move and he felt lost, "I know, I can't blame you for not telling me sooner. I know you didn't choose to be barren, but-"

Than she stood up and looked at him before slapping him hard across the face, a large crack resonated through the room. All she did was stare at him and breath heavily afterward's, as James sat there and took it.

"I deserve that." he said.

"I hate you!" she seethed back, the first word's she said to him. James sat there hurt, but he deserved all of the hatred.

"Get out!" she yelled this time but he wouldn't move, "Get out! I hate you!"

James just looked at her as she was about to slap him again, but he caught it with his hand. Angry, she began to kick when he let ago of her.

"No you don't," James said calmly, "You don't hate me, Dany. If you did you'd pretend like nothing was wrong, but Tyrion told me the truth and Jon too."

"Jon told you?" she asked as James nodded,

"He told me what happened and how you kissed him. I know, and I'm not mad because he told me you loved me."

"I do not!" she yelled back, "I do not love you! You idiot!"

James stayed put, "I know you love me, Dany Stormborn."

"No I don't," she said under her breath, "You hate me…I mean how can you not hate me? I'm like some broken-"

James put a finger gently under her chin, and lifted her face so she was looking at him. She did not retract or try to slap him, but she just stared at him with those violet eye's; those eye's he loved so much.

"I don't hate you, Dany. I never could, barren or no."

She just stared at him like some child as he continued talking to her.

"The past three month's that I had spent in King's Landing with you have been some of the happiest moment's of my life. I love spending time with you in the godswood, as we'd sit and talk, or walk in the gardens. I love that you're smart, funny, beautiful, and have a gentle heart. I love your smile. I love looking into your violet eyes. I love your silver hair, that smell's of lilac's. And finally, I love you Daenerys Targaryen, I do. That's why I want to marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be your King and you my Queen."

James smiled as Dany slipped away from his touch and sat up in the bed, her face stern and serious. James feared another slap, or even worse: her rejection. But than suddenly he saw a glint of hope as her eyes began to glissen, and than she jumped up and wrapped her arm's around his neck, taking him in for a hug. She began to cry. Her hair still smelled of lilac's as she hugged him, and he could lose himself in here forever.

"And I love you, James Stark," she whispered into his ear, "For I want you to be my King, and spend my life with you."

She retracted from the hug, and gently kissed him on the lips. Her soft lips pressed against his as they exchanged their second true kiss. Over the three month's there were many times she had tried to, but he'd rejected her each time; feeling the moment had to be right, and here it was playing out right before him. Dany broke it off and stared at him as James nuzzled his face against her silver hair, taking in the smell, she only giggled as he did. Suddenly she pulled him onto the bed as they were kissing again, passionately. He was on top of her as she pulled his tunic off, and began to fumble at his breeches, she sat up beggining to take off her nightclothes when James stopped her.

"Not yet," he said pulling it down back to her waist, "Not until we are husband and wife."

Dany pouted, but smiled.

"Everything seems in order," Tyrion said standing at the doorway as they both looked back at him, he was smiling.

"So tell me, when is the wedding?"

"Why are you interrupting, Tyrion?" Dany asked, she was clearly upset.

"Because…the whole Stark family is waiting outside the door, Dany."

James jumped off the bed and put on his tunic as Daenerys did as well, she was completely distraught. Frantically, she began to find some clothes.

"I can't see them!" she yelled, "I'm not dressed and can't find any clothes."

"It's ok," James said, calming her, "I'll talk to them, while you dress."

He walked out to the hall and there they all were, anxiously waiting for his answer. James stood there and stared at the floor, he shook his head. He looked up and saw all their faces in shock, as Sansa stepped forward.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Sansa said remorsefully as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

James than looked up at her and smiled, while she gave him a look of confusion. Dany stepped out of her room wearing a blue dress with her golden crown on as James took her in for a hug, and looked at his family.

"You better be ready to prepare another wedding, Sansa."