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Chapter 6 Catelyn I and Daenerys II
Catelyn
Catelyn was standing in the sept as Daenerys was being led down by none other than, Jorah Mormont. She was standing with her family, as all of them were watching. She hadn't seen James or Dany earlier that day, and they didn't want to see them or each other. Arya was with Gendry and his lord's, but the rest of the Stark family was here. Bran and Sansa were all with Catelyn, watching their older brother become King. It's time's like these she missed Ned the most. Oh Ned, our boy is about to become King…Catelyn looked over as Sansa was smiling and clapping, she hoped that one day her eldest daughter would marry. Bran was next to her as he was serious, but calm. Much had changed about her little boy who had been laying in the sickbed in Winterfell, all those year's ago.
The Queen was beautiful in a dress of ivory silk and Myrish lace, her skirts were decorated with violet floral patterns picked out in pearl's. Her golden crown nestled majestically in that nest of silver hair. Catelyn was happy to see her new daughter by law smiling; as she was lead down the aisle. She looked over at James who was standing with Jon next to the towering gilded statues of the Father and the Mother. Her son was wearing a doublet of grey and a velvet of black, with the direwolf embroided on it, looking as splendid as the Queen. My son is about to be crowned, King of Westeros, the gods are cruel. Catelyn thought she'd never see the day her son was standing in a sept, or in front of a heart tree waiting for a bride. When he took the black, all chance of that fled in her mind, and Catleyn was heart broken because of it. Her son had been a laid-back boy throughout all his life, and joining the Night's Watch only made him sad. Ned had come to her about his concern's about James' whoring and drinking. Catelyn was abhorred at the idea of her son in a brothel, laying by some girl he wouldn't know in the morning. Now, however, he was a different man; all of his love for life had left him, just like Ned had left her, but Daenerys had breathed life back in him.
Catelyn shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, as she kept watching the procession. She had chosen a nice dress of grey, she'd never liked the politic's of the capital and had chosen to dress modestly. Finally, Daenerys got to the statues and stood side-by-side with James as they smiled and stared at each other. The seven vows were made, the seven blessings invoked, and the seven promises exchanged. If James were at Winterfell he would have done this in front of the Heart Tree, he'd alway's followed the Old God's; like all the Stark's before him. But Daenerys followed the Seven, as did most of the Kingdom, so they had to do it in the Sept. When the wedding song had been sung and the challenge had gone unanswered, it was time for the exchange of cloaks.
Catelyn watched as Jorah Mormont stepped forward and removed Daenerys' cloak from her shoulders, while James accepted the folded bride's cloak from Jon. Jon Snow or Jon Targaryen…Catelyn thought as Jon took it from James, she couldn't believed how bad she had treated the him all those years, but he was a constant reminder that Ned loved another. When she learned of his true parentage, Catelyn wanted to cry and scream. Cry that Ned had turned out to be faithful all along, and scream that he never told her before. However, Cat understood why he had to lie and that was to protect Jon. Later she asked his forgiveness for her treatment all those years, and he gladly accepted; with that stone face that reminded her of Ned and Brandon, he may be a Targaryen but he looked like such a Stark. James than stepped forward and draped her shoulders with a grey cloak of the Stark's, a black direwolf running across it.
"With this kiss I pledge my love!" James yelled that echoed across the Sept. Daenerys spoke the same words and stepped forward, giggling, as James took her in for a long and deep kiss. The High Septon stepped forward, his crown reflecting the blinding light that permeated everywhere, as he solemnly declared that James of the House Stark and Daenerys of the House Targaryen to be one flesh, one heart, and one soul. Than the High Septon took the crown and placed it on James's head, as it nestled gently in his black hair. The crown he decided on stirred emotion's inside Catelyn that she hadn't felt since Robb, as it rested on his head: the crown of the King in the North.
Daenerys had tried to have him wear the same crown her father had worn, but James dutifully denied it and said if he was to be King he'd wear the same crown his brother. The crown of the King in the North was shaped as open circlet of hammered bronze incised with runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes in the shape of longswords. It seemed like James was meant to wear it, as was Robb, and he looked splendid with it. Catelyn grieved for her second youngest son everyday.
The ceremony was over as the Queensguard led the procession back to the Throne Room. James and Dany stood arm-in-arm as they walked toward's the Red Keep with everyone walking behind them. Catelyn locked arm's with Jon as he walked her down, and they made it back to their chamber's. Seeing as the feast wasn't for another hour. There she waited as Sansa got ready, and the whole time she couldn't stopped talking about the ceremony and the feast to come.
"There are to be fifty courses, mother!" she exclaimed, tying bow's to her hair, "I mean, that is quite a bit."
"Too much," Cat agreed, "I never thought James to be so extravagant."
Sansa scoffed with her hand, "It was not James's doing. Dany wanted it and he relented. If it were up to James we'd be having this ceremony before that fake Heart Tree in that forest they call a godswood, outside the Red Keep. And there'd only be like three courses."
"I think you may be right on that one, Sansa," Catelyn agreed, "Your brother is never the one to be over-indulgent on these kinds of things."
"Or atleast not as much as he used to," Sansa corrected, "I'm glad he stopped doing that."
Cat nodded when a knock came on the door as Jon was standing there, alone.
"Where is Bran?" Cat asked, as Jon shook his head.
"Bran doesn't wish to go, My lady. He is not feeling well."
"He is the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North!" Cat exclaimed, "It is expected of him to go, and not to mention it's his brother's wedding."
Jon shrugged, "You tell him that. It seem's he has caught some ailment, and I'm here to escort you two down to the Great Hall."
"How long will he stay mad at James?"
Cat scoffed and took Jon's arm as he and Sansa made their way to the feast. When they arrived inside the Throne Room the feast had began, and it was loud. Jester's and musician's were entertaining the people, as the smell of food and smoke filled the air. As Catelyn took her seat she couldn't help, but look around and eye all the tapestries that they'd put up. The three-headed dragon was on one side, while the direwolf grazed the other; and the dragon skulls still hung from the walls. Cat looked up at the Iron Throne in all it's glory, thinking to herself that her son would be sitting on there tomorrow. It still defied belief. She looked over at the royal table as James was kissing his new wife, and feeding her pieces of fruit; they even drank out of the same cup.
As more food was brought out and more time passed, Catelyn found herself becoming increasingly nervous. She did not like wedding's and would never again. The feast was growing increasingly loud and festive, as people took to dancing and jesting. Three jester's were standing on their hand's and walking, as two more were throwing ball's in the air, juggling. Musician's were against the wall's of the keep, playing their harp's and violins. It made her nervous when music began to play, and she felt her heart leaping out of her chest, beat-by-beat.
Catelyn looked around to find her children, and she noticed Sansa talking to Willas Tyrell. Smiling and laughing. Arya and Gendry were dancing, and Cat laughed as the Lord of Storm's End couldn't keep his balance. Than she saw James dancing with Daenerys as he tried his best to keep up with the fast northern tempo. Jon was sitting next to Catelyn as he kept to his cup's and to himself. It seemed he'd never be happy, unless he was at the Wall. The same Wall that had made him cold…or colder than he was before. It had the same effect on all people who found themselves along it's wall, it certainly had the same affect on Ned's younger brother Benjen and James.
Cat looked over and smiled as James stumbled back dancing, and he was laughing as was Daenerys and all the people around him because Gendry had fallen again. Than he looked over at his mom and smiled, as he began to walk over to her. What could he want…Catelyn thought as he stood before her, his face red from wine and dance.
"Mother!" he screamed, James was drunk.
"Your grace," Catelyn said smiling as he scoffed.
"Please, you of all people should never call me that."
His gaze lingered over to Jon as he got serious, "Jon, I would have word's with you. If you don't mind."
He already sound's like a king, Cat thought as James pulled up a chair to sit next to Jon, the two were staring at each other. Catelyn began to stand when he pulled her back down,
"Mother, I'd ask you to stay," he demanded, "You have a keen ear for politics, and I want your opinion."
"Alright," Cat said meekly, wondering what he could want.
"What is it, your grace?" Jon asked as James rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to call me that, Jon. Atleast when nobody is around."
"It's not so bad. One gets used to it."
James scoffed, "Nonetheless, I need to talk to you about something. It's been on my mind for awhile."
Catelyn for some reason got nervous, she didn't know why. She felt this wasn't going to end well, but she was curious to hear what he had to say.
"Jon," he began, placing a hand on his brother's…cousin's…shoulder, "I don't know how to say this, but here it goes. I know you breath the Watch, and your blood runs black…"
He paused as Cat noticed Jon's eyes grow wide, his face flush of all color. She began to understood what he was about to ask,
"I know that your Lord Commander, but I need you down here, Jon. I need you to be my Hand. I need you as Hand of the King."
Catelyn's jaw dropped, Jon Snow as Hand of the King. She didn't know what to say or think. Surely, there were other more "qualified," men who had a more keen eye on what make's the realm work, but James was like his father and wanted a man he could trust. That man was Jon Snow.
"Your grace, I'm honored," Jon said bowing his head, even now he'd still be courteous, "But I can't…I can't accept."
"You can," James said, "I need you Jon. I do."
Jon shook his head, "But why me? Surely there are other men, more qualified-"
"-More qualified?" James interrupted, "Jon, I don't want some flowery southern lord who wishes to kiss my ass. I want someone who will be honorable, truthful, and one who can give me fast and prudent advice. That man is you."
"No!"he yelled, "I don't want to be Hand of the King. I want to stay at the Wall and lead my men."
"I know, I know, this is a lot to consider but-"
"-But nothing!" Jon yelled back, "I won't consider this for a moment, James. Never will I leave my post as Lord Commander!"
"You will!" James yelled standing from his chair, Catelyn immediately rushed over to calm him.
"James, not here. Don't do this."
He shot her a look and calmed down. He sat back down in his chair,
"Jon," he said cooly, "You don't understand…I want to be a good King. I don't want to be another Robert Baratheon or Joffrey or a Mad King. I want to be a good, honest King who serves the realm. All the great King's had great Hand's. Look at how the realm flourished when Aerys had Tywin, or when Jon Arryn was hand. I need you, Jon. Together we can rule and bring prosperity to the Seven Kingdoms. What good would you do being at the Watch? The Others are gone, Mance would never think of attacking as long as Dany has her dragons. What good is the order, anymore? You'll just freeze your ass off up there, and be of no damn use. A mind like your's belong's here. You're good at leading, Jon, I know you are. Please, just listen."
Catelyn felt she had to say something. James in his way was right. Jon would make a good Hand of the King. He would alway's tell James what he felt was right or when he was wrong, and wouldn't just agree with him for the sake of agreeing. He'd be like Ned, in some way or Jon Arryn. She had to try and convince him, somehow.
"Jon," Cat said softly as the boy looked up at her, "I know this comes as a big shock to you. I know you never liked attention, even as a boy. But listen to him, listen to James. He makes sense. You two made the Night's Watch a more respectable order again. Just imagine what you can do with Seven Kingdoms!"
Jon gave her a plain stare and sat back in his chair, thinking.
"But isn't Tyrion Hand?"
James sighed, "He's acting Hand, I guess."
"He'd make a better hand than me, James. Tyrion is smart, cunning, and understand's the way the game is played."
"I know," James replied, "But who do I trust more than you?"'
Catelyn noticed Jon was taken aback, but perhaps that comment cemented the deal. However, she remembered this was Jon Snow and he never took anything lightly.
"I need time to think," he finally replied, "I can't…I'm sorry I need time."
"Ok," James said, "But I need a reply, soon. You can go back to the Wall and take time to think about it. Even ask Sam for counsel, but I need your reply soon."
Jon nodded and stood up from his chair, storming out of the Throne Room. Catelyn looked over and saw James rake his hand's through his hair, releasing a deep breath.
"He'll say yes, James. Give him time."
He looked to her, "Time is something I don't have."
Catelyn sighed and looked to the dancing as she noticed Dany walking over to them. She smiled as the Queen smiled back. She looked to her right and saw her embrace James, asking him what was wrong as he shook his head.
"Nothing," he replied, "I'll tell you later, Dany."
The music died down and Catelyn got nervous. Than she heard the clanking of a fork on chalice as she looked up and saw Gendry Baratheon standing up on a chair.
"BEDDING!" he yelled as she looked over and saw James smiling.
Soon it began like a chorus as everyone began to yell for the bedding. Cat looked over and saw Dany embracing her husband; smiling and blushing at him out of embarrassment. It brought thoughts of her bedding at Riverrun. It was still awkward for her because she hardly knew, Ned. When he took her maidenhead it still felt like duty more than love.
All the Lord's swarmed over them as the women took James and the men, Daenerys. Catelyn stood up and followed the women as she saw Margaery Tyrell rip off James's doublet, that woman was danger. She looked over and already saw that they'd began to unlace Daenerys's bodice, like some rabid pack of dog's hovering over a meal. Arya and Sansa were at the head of the column, already yelling rude jokes at James.
"Tonight the Wolf fucks the Dragon!" she heard a drunk Gendry yell, as Arya gave him a harsh look. Daenerys was out of view as Cat ran ahead of all the women, following James.
By the time she got there, she saw some skinny girl with brown hair tearing off his tunic as he stood there shirtless only in his breeches. Finally, another girl came forward, some fat woman, and rip those off too as he stood there in only his small clothes. They came upon the door to the room, as all the men were standing outside the door.
"Good look, Stark!" Gendry yelled once more, as James smiled and was making his way towards the door.
"Show her how we do things in the North!" another yelled.
"Do her good, James!" Gendry japed once more as he pushed James into the room and closed the door behind him.
Arya walked over to him and punched him in the arm, scolding, as he laughed. Everyone began to press their ear's to the door, listening.
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Daenerys
Jorah and Tyrion had prevented the bedding from going to far, as Dany stood in their royal room, only wearing a linen shift and her smallclothes. She wandered over to the entrance of the door, as the japes and cheer's began to grow louder. The wedding was as beautiful as she imagined, just like her new husband. She'd hoped the feast was just as splendid, but thing's had happened. James had gotten into some sort of fight with Jon, and her nephew left after that. Her new brother by law, Bran, the Lord of Winterfell didn't even attend the feast; Dany figured he was still mad at James and did it out of spite.
Dany was nervous as she could hear the men's and women's voices outside the room. The loud laugh of Gendry Baratheon was booming across the hall. She didn't know why she was nervous because she'd been married twice before, but she considered this her second real wedding, behind Drogo's. For some reason she found the Dothraki wedding more exciting: no men were killed in westerosi wedding's. However, she was only a girl when it happened and now she was a woman…a Queen.
She slipped out of her shift and nightclothes as she heard James laughter outside the room, that sweet laugh she'd come to love. Daenerys turned around, so he couldn't see her naked, and she took out the ribbon's in her hair and shook it out. The doors opened and the laughter and jests were loud. James stumbled through the door, and was laughing as the door was slammed shut.
"Get at it!" she heard Gendry yell once more.
James sighed and went over to pour a cup of wine. She could hear him chugging as she heard him slip out of his smallclothes. He continued to laugh as he walked over,
"Gendry is quite the funny man when he is drunk," he jested as he placed a cup of wine in front of her. She took it and drank, handing it back to him.
She could feel the heat radiating out of him as she felt his hand's on her hips. He placed his head on her shoulder, as she felt his chest press against her back. Dany's breathing began to become interspersed.
"Is Dany Stormborn, nervous?" he whispered in her ear as Dany scoffed.
"I have the blood of the dragon, it's you who should be nervous."
"I'am nervous, Dany. Can't we just be so together?"
Dany laughed as she turned around to face him; naked in front of him for the second time, and he was naked in front of her. She noticed his gaze linger down her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs. Dany looked him up and down, she noticed his body was hard from years on the Wall. It was like his body told a tale, as she noticed the scar across his chest and the one on his arm. Dany began to wonder how he got those, as suddenly he cradled her close to him and took a deep breath before kissing her. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his skin and the rigidness of his the scar. Dany moaned as she opened his mouth and his tongue darted in. Both of them fighting for dominance, as their tongues touched, and their hands began to wander. Daenerys first gripped his bare back, then shoulders, neck, and finally ran her fingers through his long hair, as she had done one-thousand times before. Both began to make noises into their mouthes, as his hands found Dany's hips, cradling them. His fingers were kneading at the skin and his fingers eventually groped her bottom. Startled, Dany broke off and gasped. James was laughing like a child who had just been caught doing something bad, but Dany couldn't stay mad. Their kiss had tasted so sweet and ignited something in her she hadn't felt since Drogo or maybe Daario. But it was Drogo she felt these feelings for before, Daario meant nothing.
"It's been a long time since I've loved a woman," he whispered to her, his breath ragged as he pressed his forehead to hers. Both of his hand's on her hips, and one made their way to the underline of her breast.
"So in some way, I'm your first?" Dany asked, as he cupped her breast more fully. His thumb tracing a circle around her already pert nipple.
James laughed, "If that's ok with you? Sometimes I think I've forgotten how-"
Dany pressed a finger on his lip, "Here let me show you."
Dany pressed his head down, and upon further encouragement; he took a breast in his mouth. James moaned as he did, and then stood up. They kissed, passionately, as Dany gently stroked his hard manhood.
James groaned. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."
"Really?" Dany chuckled. "Tell me more."
"I've been wanting to rip your clothes off and fuck you since I first saw you, but honor kept me in check."
Dany smiled at him, as she stroked his length. "I could say the same," she stood on her toes to whisper in his ear, "and I've been waiting for you to fuck me, too. At night, when we courted, I'd think of you and touch myself. Did you do the same, James? Did you think of me as you..."
"Gods, yes." He replied, his breath becoming more ragged.
"Now it can be me touching you...like I'am right now."
"And I would advise you stop...unless you want it to end right here." James urged.
"Stick her with the pointy end!" Gendry yelled from the other side of the door as she heard Arya laugh. Snapping them both out of their trance.
James laughed as Dany grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed, but than she felt his hand's scoop her up from the floor as she gasped. Now he lifted her up in his arms, as they kissed and she played with his hair, as he nuzzled his head into hers. Than he gently laid her onto the bed as he crawled on top of her, kissing her with fury. Dany gasped, as his fingers found their way to her wet sex.
"Gods, you're wet." James said.
"Gently," she urged as he stopped, "I want tonight to be gentle, James. I don't want you to be rough."
He smiled like a child, as Dany nodded at him in approval. Daenerys took his cock in her hands, stroking him a few times before guiding him inside her. She looked up at him and saw him close his eyes as she felt him inside her. Dany had awaited this moment since James came to King's Landing to court her, waited for the moment to let him enter her and feel whole for once in a long while. Like James, Daenerys, hadn't made love in awhile, not since Daario. Now he was completely inside her, and he let the moment linger for a few moments, drawing his breath and looking in her eyes.
"Daenerys." James muttered under his breath, as stilled inside her. His eyes locked with hers, making her feel like the only women in the world.
She felt whole when he was inside her, and liked the feeling of him. Slowly he began to thrust as Dany moaned lightly with each one: her hips meeting his rhythm. He made no sound as he made love to her, and she reached up to clench his back. No jests were being made and she was grateful, nothing could ruin this moment. It felt like the bedding she should've had. James was making love to her gently, as if Daenerys was losing her maidenhead for the first time, and this moment was so sweet it made her heart skip. In this moment she realized he was the third-head on the dragon, her third husband. Never did she think that James Stark would be her king. James moved in and out of her for so long, prolonging their pleasure by stopping and continuing, she figured he was making up for every time he wanted to love her, but he couldn't, the honorable man he was or strived to be. Dany could tell he didn't want this moment to end, and neither did she. James was getting close to finishing now, she could tell. His thrusts were becoming uneven, and quick. He was panting now and kissing Dany on the lips, whispering her name and endearments that were making Dany flush. Now he was almost on the point of breaking, and began to place open ended kisses on her shoulder.
Dany felt her hands slip down to the small of his back, knowing he was close. They snaked down to where he is narrowest, and pressed, holding him against her as he nearly stops moving altogether.
"That's it," she whispers against his temple, now damp with sweat. "Feel the pleasure, embrace it."
And with that he met his end. She could feel the muscles in his stomach and back spasm and constrict against her, his hips snapping in quick succession as he groaned in his release. Dany feels it somewehere else too, she knew he was feeling the same pleasure she felt and was filling her up with something that could have been a child...their child. She wanted nothing but to take him in her arms. He collapsed on top of her and nuzzled his face into her hair, as she stroked the back of his head.
They laid like that for awhile when someone yelled,
"Done already?"
James and Dany laughed as he rolled off her and they laid next to each other, intertwined, staring into each other's eyes. His grey eyes searched her violent ones, as they smiled. Dany felt that his eyes portrayed his mood, and always betrayed his true feelings. But tonight they weren't cold, and Dany saw warmth in them. James flipped over onto his back, as Dany placed her head on his chest, her fingers tracing his chest and scar. The scar was across his whole chest, and he never told her about it, nor the one on his arm. She didn't even know they existed, but it peaked her curiosity.
"Where did you get them?" she asked as she traced them with her finger, he looked over to her, confused, "The scars, I mean."
James sighed, "I got the one on my chest along the Kingsroad. And the other is curtesy of Jaime Lannister."
"Jaime Lannister?" Dany asked, surprised. When could he have fought Jaime…
"Yes, it's a constant reminder of him. That and my nickname across the North, that blasted name Robert Baratheon gave me."
"The Black Wolf…" Dany finished as he nodded,
"Aye, the black wolf. A stupid nickname if you ask me. It's a little clever, I guess. I don't know, I've never liked it."
"I like it," Dany said smiling, as she kissed him.
"You must be the only one," he replied, "However, you have more nicknames than I can count."
Dany laughed, "I know, I do. There is the Unburnt, Stormborn, The Silver Lady, the Slayer of Lies-"
"-The Mother of Dragons…" he finished,
"Yes, the mother of dragons." she said, sadly.
He kissed her on the brow, he could tell why she had gotten sad. Being barren was a tough truth to bear.
"My favorite is Stormborn. I don't know why, but it's just invokes images of a raging storm among other things. Also I like calling you by it, Dany Stormborn."
Dany smiled, he'd given her that nickname when they walked the gardens. He'd asked about all her trips in Essos and she'd told him about it, one by one. It's where they'd tell each other stories about their lives, everyday. Daenerys's favorite stories to ask were about growing up in Winterfell, and he had many stories to tell. Often he'd speak of his brother Robb and Jon, as they'd get into trouble. It warmed Dany's heart.
"You never told me about your scars," reminded him, when he grunted.
"I fought Jaime on the streets of King's Landing when he attacked my father," he began as Dany listened, "We had visited Littlefinger's brothel in flea bottom, and found one of Robert's bastard's. It was an infant. When we exited he surrounded us with thirty men, and we had a meager five, including me and Ned. Jaime was angry because my mother had kidnapped Tyrion, for a crime he did not commit. Finally, when the swords clashed I killed three of his men and decided to take on Jaime, myself. I was so foolish to do so, I had bested him in Winterfell, so I thought I could now. It was when he left me on the floor of that road with a bleeding arm, and a broken nose that I realized he had gone easy on me."
Dany laid there in silence, "What about the one on your chest?"
James smiled. "That one nearly cost me my life, but that is another story for another time."
Dany pouted, she'd wanted to hear about it.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"Yes," he said smiling, "I was so nervous to talk to you. I thought you were so beautiful, and all we talked about was Dothraki and dragons."
Dany laughed, "You were so nervous. But, I was too when I told you my offer. To be honest, I'm glad you courted me."
"I know," he replied, nuzzling her hair again. She giggled loudly, as he did. The first time that happened was in the godswood, after two months of courting. It was than that she knew.
"I saw Sansa talking to Willas Tyrell, tonight," Dany said smiling, looking for James's reaction. He only laughed.
"I saw her talk to many men, what of it?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought they looked cute together…"
"Sansa and Willas?" he said in shock, but he laughed, "I'm not sure if that would happen. I just hope one day she find's someone. Sansa deserves it…"
Dany cupped his face, "Let me make a match for her."
James laughed and shook his head, "No, Sansa will marry for love. Let her be."
"Alright," Dany replied.
James turned over to face her and held her tight. Soon they both drifted off to sleep as man and wife. They had done it again, twice that night. Dany had woken up in the middle of the night and took him in her mouth, as Doreah had taught her how to do all those years ago. James awoke and looked down at her with loving eyes while she pleasured him, he even pushed strands of hair out of her face. She continued to suck his length, moving her lips up and down his member, getting a feel for him. Dany liked seeing what she was doing to him, his eyes would roll back and he'd gasp in pleasure, especially when she would swirl her tongue. She enjoyed seeing the face he made when he climaxed into her mouth and muttered her name, his cheeks flushing and he was gasping for air. Dany just smiled devilishly and fell back asleep on his chest. Then in the morning she awoke to find him hard, his manhood sticking up like a standard. Dany pushed back the sheets and studied the male form, cupping it in her hand to watch it harden again. She then stroked him until he awoke, and watched the faces he would make as she pleasured him once more. It did not take long for his seed to spill into her hand. Then afterwards, James, returned the favor and rubbed the nub that made her scream in pleasure, he even put his face between her legs and pleasure her with his tongue, until she felt her body shiver in release. It made her sad to think that each time they did, it could never create a child. An heir…Dany thought as James began to gently scratch her back up and down.
"Keep doing that," Dany muttered while she lay on her stomach.
"Do you like it?"
"Very much so."
"My mother used to do this to me when I was a kid," James told her as he continued to caress. "Before I would go to bed I'd ask her for a story, and she'd tell me one as she did this. I fell asleep quicker than a newborn babe."
Dany grew sad at the story. For she would never be able to do this to her child and make him or her fall asleep. Catelyn Stark was a great woman in her eyes, strong, smart, and a great mother to her children. James loved her with all his heart, as did all her children by the looks of it, and even Jon felt some sort of admiration for her even though she treated him so poorly in his youth. Daenerys wanted to be a great mother like Catelyn Stark. Daenerys also grew sad because she had also never known her mother, for she had died giving birth to her. Viserys never let her forget it. "You killed our mother!" He'd yell when Dany awoke the dragon. "You killed our mother, you little bitch!" Queen Rhaella was a sweet woman, according to Viserys and those around her who knew her.
"James," Dany said turning to him.
"Good morning, wife." he replied, he was happy.
"Husband," she said with a smile, mirroring his position and tracing his face and chest again. James slid his hand down her thigh and nestled it between her legs. He began to caress her sex and Dany felt her legs spreading for him so he could do so. Dany began to close her eyes and lightly moan when she felt a finger dip inside her.
"You want to do it again?" Dany asked him. She took his cock in her hands and stroked him a few times.
He nodded. "Well seeing as you're already wet..."
She smiled and climbed onto him, placing his cock inside her. She began to ride him wildly, as he sat up and leaned against the head rest. Dany figured they looked beautiful in this moment. He would sometimes reach up to fondle a breast or place on in his mourh, suckling of her as she rode him. For one moment she did not know whether James was inside her or she inside him and it was sweet as could be. When it came time for his pleasure he called out her name with a moan and that was the greatest part of it all.
"Today I'm King James Stark, the First of his Name. My father and brother are laughing, with Theon in the other world. Jeyne Poole is smiling and blushing." James said after they'd finished.
Dany felt him shiver as he mentioned the last name, Jeyne Poole. Dany rubbed her hands along his side, trying to warm him up, thinking he was cold.
"Who is Jeyne Poole? This is the first time I've heard you speak of her."
"She was Sansa's best friend, a long time ago. I had a chance to…I don't want to talk about it."
James was very sad, and she decided not to press it anymore.
"We need to talk, James."
"About what?"
"The small council," she said when he sighed.
"Speaking of the small council," he began, "I asked Jon to be Hand of the King."
"Hand of the King…" Dany said under her breath, "But Tyrion is Hand."
James scoffed. "A position the man does not want, Dany."
"But Tyrion is smart, and knows the game."
"I trust Jon more. He and I have been through enough together."
"And will he except?"
"I'm not sure," James said. "Jon is never one to rush into things. However, I have a feeling he will say yes, in time. He will probably go back to the Wall, to think."
"Let him," Dany answered, "He can take Viserion and go. But we need his answer."
James nodded, "Alright."
"What I'm I supposed to tell Tyrion?" Dany asked, leaping out of bed and begging to put on a dress.
"Tell him that I command it."
"If you say so," Dany said reluctantly, she didn't know how Tyrion would handle it.
"And Dany, I've given thought to other position's."
"Such as?"
"Such as, Tyrion can be Master of Coin."
"Master of Coin?" Dany asked, as James helped her lace up her bodice, "But he isn't-"
"-Tyrion is Lord of Casterly Rock." he finished, tying up the laces, "He has the gold of the Rock behind him, and he can practically fund the realm."
Dany gave it some thought, "I quite like that. Who else have you thought of?"
"Well, the Citadel appoint's a Grand Maester, but last night Tyrion told me that he thought about giving Gendry the title of Master of Laws. His uncle Renly held the position was, so why can't he?"
"Gendry…" Dany muttered, "Will he accept?"
"Already did," James said, tying the last lace too tight, "I asked him at the feast before he got drunk, and he and Arya gladly accepted. I know she will enjoy the capital, and I've asked that she become an advisor on my small council. Arya know's people and gives good advice."
Dany was taken back, already James sounded like a King, "What about ships?"
"Tyrion also suggested Mace Tyrell. Fortunately, he asked him last night at the feast and the man accepted, gladly. It will hopefully please, the roses. Apparently it was Varys's suggestion. Now all we are missing is a Hand and a Grand Maester. Other than that, we have a complete small council."
"Good!" Dany yelled, turning around to help him fasten his doublet.
She turned to a mirror and studied her reflection. Dany had the crown on and wore a dress of crimson, ready for their first small council meeting. Suddenly, she felt James's hand's grab her hips as they moved up to her breast's, when Dany pushed them down.
"Not now!" she scolded, "We have a small council meeting to go to!"
James sighed, throwing himself on the bed. His crown rolled off to the side, the crown of the King in the North.
"You're king now," she reminded him, "It's expected of you."
"I know," he replied, his voice muffled by the blankets, "Day one and I'm already hating this."
Dany laughed, "Well let's get this over with, my King. We have Seven Kingdoms to run."