JON

The second half of their tour was of the city, where they both had a chance to interact with the actual people they were ruling. They had started at the gates and made their way down the high road. They went to the baking district, the fishing district, the silver district. Everywhere they went they encountered someone new, who seemed flabergasted to meet both the King in the North and the Dragon Queen at the same time. Some were instantly fawning over her, some gave her mistrustful glares and kept their distance...some were bold enough to yell as they passed, and the unsullied would grow tighter around them when that happened, but would loosen again at the Queen's Order, as she smiled and sat and had a conversation with them, love or hate, about their day-to-day lives, and by the end there was not a one that was not in love with her.

Jon was the worst offender of that crime, as the longer the day grew, the more he fell, and every person that fell in love with their new Queen he fell in love with her just a bit more, too.

The impact was noticable, from when they would first walk down the street to when they left it.

Jon noticed that they didn't visit the poorer areas of town...and he was grateful that had not made it into the tour, as he loathed to think what might happen when, dressed as richly as they were and as beautiful as she was, they met the beggars and thieves and the desperate. Fifteen Unsullied might not be enough to protect her then.

Finally the market district, where rich and poor mingled alike, and where they met Missandei and the five unsullied that guarded her, and her guards melded with the queen's and they became a force of twenty.

Missandei greeted them warmly.

"I've purchased some silks for you, your Grace, as well as wools and furs, and fine leather. We will need them the further north we travel. I've also had some new boots ordered for our company...I was just about to go pick them up now."

"We will join you," said Daenerys.

The two woman walked ahead of Jon on the street, as he gave them some space. It was as he fell back that he found Jorah Mormont at his side, who had made his way from the ship to their company.

The two greeted each other amicably, and Jon chatted with him about their respective days as they walked.

He watched Daenerys as they talked, and he noticed Jorah did, too, although while Jon's face was soft, Jorah's face was withdrawn and sad, face heavy with wrinkles.

"She deserves you, you know," said Jorah after awhile, watching the two woman giggle and chat ahead of them. "She deserves to be happy. And she is...she has grown light and carefree these past few months...it makes a nice change."

Jorah's face was hard and sad as he admitted it.

"I'm sorry about..." he trailed off. What could he apologize for? It's not like if it weren't for him she'd be with Jorah, she wouldn't, but...it didn't stop Jon's insides from squirming with guilt. Just a little bit.

"Never apologize for making the her smile like that, Snow," said Mormont, gesturing to her. It was true. Her laugh was light and carefree, and her smile lit up the world.

"She is-" began Jorah.

He stopped.

The hairs on the back of Jon's neck stood up.

Something was wrong.

Suddenly, there was a clatter of steel behind them, yells, screams, and Jon looked up to see a rush of rough leather and the flash of steel. The Unsullied shouted, and rushed, but they were too late...

"KHALEESI!" he heard Mormont shout, felt both their bodies move. Jon got there first.

Jon jumped forward, using his body as a shield, throwing himself over Daenerys and they hit the ground, hard, and another body slammed into them, and Jon felt a sharp jab in his left shoulder and he felt something heavy throw themselves at them, hitting him, scrambling to get past his body...saw the flash of steel and heard the slice of steel meeting flesh...and Jon bowed himself over his Queen, shielding her from attacks but taking every punch and kick himself... the man was screaming in his ear...but he could not fight, for if he did, he would leave her open to attack...there was another great pain in his arm and back, and a pressure in his shoulder, and there was blood...blood everywhere...

And then as suddenly as it had happened it stopped.

He heard screaming, felt the kicking, punching, stabbing weight lifted off of him, roughly, heard the tinkle of a knife flying, hitting stone...and he met Daenerys' eyes under him, which were wide with fear. He saw them flicker to his left shoulder and arm, saw her face flood with concern...his heart pounded with the adrenaline. He looked to see the bloodied mess through the ripped leather...and he winced as pain rushed in. He had felt this pain before, had been stabbed in much worse places, this was nothing in comparison to a knife to the heart.

Someone helped him up, and Missandei grasped the Queen and held her close to her...The Unsullied surrounded them, half facing in, spears pointed at the man, one had helped Jon up and was now holding him steady...and the rest shielded them, spears and shields outward, forming a solid barrier that the crowd could not penetrate...he saw them screaming but did not hear...only heard the pounding in his ears, clapping a hand over his shoulder.

Jorah held the would-be assassin but the scruff of his neck, sword at his throat.

Jon's left arm and shoulder began to throb, and the sight before him faded, but the Unsullied held him strong.

The man who would have killed Jon's beloved looked pitiful. Dirty, smelly. Covered in fleas, stinking of ale and piss, and very thin. Desperate. Jon felt anger and pity all at once.

Daenerys was staring at Jorah wide-eyed.

"Say the word, Khaleesi, and this man dies here and now as he would have done to you," said Jorah, voice filled with anger and hate.

"Wait..." said Daenerys. She steped closer. Jon bared his sword, his left shoulder aching, but his sword arm was still...useable. The pain had not fully set in yet.

"My Queen-" started Missandei, reaching for her, but Daenerys ignored her.

"What is your name?"

He spat at the ground before her. Though he had not recieved injury to his mouth, he spat blood.

Jon drew his blade fully. The unsullied next to him pointed his spear directly at the man's heart. Jorah pressed his sword into the man's neck so hard that a thin line of red droplets appeared in the skin.

Daenerys drew herself up to her full height. Fire blazed in her eyes.

"Fine...you do not wish to say your name. Then tell us this at least-why did you try to kill me?"

"You're a foreign witch," the man spat, bloody spittle flying. "You fucking whore...-You Dothraki slut-you-"

Jorah pressed his sword. the man stiffened, trying to pull his neck away from the sharp blade. He finally looked rightly terrified.

"Not another word, friend," he said warningly. "Or you'll lose your tongue."

Jon was glad, then, for Jorah, or he would have killed the man had he uttered one more insult.

Dany sighed. She exchanged a look with Jorah.

"They always speak these insults as if they were the first one to think them," she said, disinterested. She turned to the man. "I have been called all you say and worse."

The man snarled.

"Are you acting alone? Did someone hire you?" questioned Jorah.

The man pursed his lips.

Jorah pressed his blade.

"Alright, alright. My name's Mud. And I'd be a hero if I killed you! All the world would sing my name! Mud-the Dragon Slayer! The Queen would have payed all the gold in Cragrely-Crastory-whatsit- Rock-for your head. And I would have enough gold to make it through twenty winters! Enough food for my family! Enough for us all to survive!"

His eyes lit up with hope.

Jon felt a twinge of pity.

"You poor fool," said Missandei.

"Where is your family?"

"In Black Water's End...they's sick, they is...they..." the man's eyes grew wide with anger. "Don't you touch them! Do you even go near them! You foreign Witch! You bewitched our King-You can't fool me! I've heard what you are! What you've done to the King in the North!"

Daenerys bristled. She pointed at Jon.

"Do you mean your King who stands there before you? The King who risked his life to save mine from your pitiful blade? Your King there-who stands injured, bleeding, because of you?"

The man looked at Jon. He went ghostly white.

"Your-your Lordship, I-I-"

"That's Your Grace," corrected Daenerys angrily. He could insult her all he wanted, it seemed, but injuring Jon seemed to have hit a raw nerve in her. "You would do well to remember that before I show you what I am truly capable of."

There was a roar from the sky, and suddenly Drogon was there as if by magic. He flew so low to them he gusted them with his hot air and breath, and the roaring rang in Jon's ears long after he had disappeared into the gray clouds again.

The man was trembling now, completely and utterly terrified.

"I-I-Sorry-s-s-sorry...oh g-gods save m-me p-p-pl-please-please y-your G-Grace."

He had pissed himself.

Daenerys looked down at him, disgusted.

"You are pathetic. Drab Worm!" called Daenerys, and the Unsullied next to Jon came to attention.

"Yes, My Queen!" he said.

"Find this man's family. Bring them to me here," she turned to the man. "What's your name? Mud? And you said they live in Black Water's End? A wife and children? How many?"

The man spit blood at her again. She easily sidestepped it. The only blood that had touched her was Jon's.

"Well, doesn't matter. Should be easy enough to find."

"Yes, my Queen," said the Unsullied. "At once."

He bowed and hurried off.

"Ash Ant-Grey Mule," said Daenerys once he was gone. "Scan the streets around us. Be sure this filth acted alone."

"Yes, my Queen," and two of the other Unsullied came to attention, bowed to her, and left to scout. A third took Drab Worm's place inside the circle, pointing his spear at the would-be assassain's heart. The rest of the Unsullied tightened around them to close the missing gaps, alert as ever, shields up and spears out to protect their queen, and the others inside the circle.

There were a few long, tense moments before Dany turned to Jon.

"Are you hurt, ñuha se zolka prūmia?" said Daenerys. Jon didn't realize she was addressing him until she touched his uninjuried shoulder. He looked at her face-it was flooded with restrained concern. She appeared calm, but he could tell that inside she was screaming.

His fingers throbbed.

"I've had worse," he muttered.

"I know," she said. "But it does not make it hurt less."

She examined his wounds, which were bleeding, but not heavily.

"It is deep," she said. "It will fester if not given proper attention. When we are done here, I will have you attended to."

Jon nodded.

They looked into each other's eyes. He saw the fire raging beneath them, barely contained.

"I'm alright," he told her softly.

She nodded shakily.

She turned to the man, and fire raged in her eyes. He began to tremble once again.

And they waited.

First to return were the two scouts.

"Nothing, my Queen, except fear and uncertainty. Many have fled. The City Guards are on their way."

"When they arrive, have them guard the streets. Do not let them in the circle. This is a matter for me to handle."

"Yes, my Queen."

"Is that wise?" asked Jorah. "It would be preferable to throw him in a cell, or slit his throat here and now and be done with it. None would blame you for it."

"I said, it is my business to handle, Ser Jorah, not the city guard's, nor the Ladies of the castle."

Jorah lowered his eyes.

"Yes, Khaleesi."

Some time later, Drab Worm returned with a woman and three young children in tow, one of whom was nothing more than a suckling babe at her breast. They brought them in the circle and closed around them.

"Mud-Gods, what have you done?" whispered the woman.

He did not answer, only hung his head in shame.

She turned to the Daenerys, looked her up and down.

"You're the Dragon Queen," she said. Daenerys nodded. "Oh, Gods, please, he's an idiot, truly, I don't know what he's done, but-"

"He made an attempt on my life," said Daenerys. "And has injuried the King in the North-King Snow."

The woman looked at Jon, eyes wide with fear.

"Oh, Gods, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for whatever he's done...spare him, please...he's useless, for the most part, but without him we'll die when Winter comes in true..."

The woman turned to her husband. She bristled.

"Shame on you! Drinking at the pub again, were you? And other things...I should let her burn you to a crisp, I should. Trying to kill the Queen! Gods, what were you thinking? -No, I don't want to hear it. You're an idiot. Probably let Crispin put grand, fancy notions in your head again, did you? Had one too many pints, heard the Queen was in town and thought you'd be a hero? You're a fool. How will we survive Winter if you end up dead, you idiot? Did you even think of your children?"

The man did not lift his head, though his shoulders were shaking.

The woman turned to Khaleesi again.

"Gods be good, I apologize, my lady, truly. He is a fool. I never should have married 'im. Useless, idiot man. I swear, if Winter doesn't kill us, his foolishness will be the death of us all..."

Daenerys softened.

"He truly didn't mean no harm by it, honest. He's desperate, is all. Winter is coming, and we haven't enough food...nor enough gold...and he's useless for the most part but he does have a deft hand at fishing...but it won't matter once the river freezes..."

"Peace, woman," said Daenerys gently.

She turned to the man.

"If I had been anyone else, if I had been Cersei, you would have lost your head the moment you injured my beloved."

Jon looked at her in shock. They were supposed to be keeping it a secret. But he supposed it didn't really matter here either way.

"But instead I have brought your wife here to you, to see you for what you are, and for you to feel the consequences of your actions. Your three children stand before you. They would have been left alone in the world because of what you did. They would have starved and died when Winter came because of you. They would be naught but skeletons if summer comes again. Is that what you wanted?"

The man stared at his children, tears streaming down his face. His eyes locked with the younger boy, who could have been no more than six, and was wailing.

"Oh, Gods, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Dany nodded at Jorah, who reluctantly released him. He immediately fell to his knees, and his crying son rushed into his arms.

Daenerys turned to Jorah.

"Escort them back to their home. Make sure the children are safe and comfortable. Clean the man up and make sure he is fit again to be around his wife and children again. Be sure they have enough food, and silver to spare, so that they might have a chance when Winter comes in full."

The woman stared, mouth and eyes open wide.

"But-my Queen-I-he-" she fell silent, and tears streamed down her face. She fell silent. "Thank you."

She fell to her knees, bowing her head.

Daenerys placed a gentle hand to the woman's chin and looked in her eyes.

"Thank me by surviving," she said softly. "Thank me by making sure your children are fed and happy, so that the Long Night never touches them."

Tears fell down the woman's eyes.

"I will, my Queen," she said. "Thank you."

Jorah, eyes soft looking at Daenerys, nodded silently.

Daenerys turned to the man, who raised his head but did not let go of his son.

"And you, never shame your wife and children again. Feed them, care for them. Never leave them. Family is the only thing worthwhile in this world. Take care of it, lest you loose it forever."

The man nodded, beyond words.

Dany gave a command in High Valryian, and the Unsullied parted, reforming ranks behind them. She nodded to Jorah, who took the little family away.

Jon stared at her, eyes soft. She sensed him staring and looked at him.

"Nobody else in the world would have done what you just did," he said softly. She looked somewhat sheepish.

"I merely-"

"No," said Jon. "Nobody else in the world would have done what you just did. Not even me."

She did not respond, avoided his eyes. She looked at his wounds.

"Let's get you back to the ship."

A/N: I am SO sorry for not updating yesterday. I think I needed a day xD. Anyway, here's the new chapter. This was one of my strongest ideas when y'all said I should continue-an attack on Dany's life and Jon protecting her with his own body. And then Dany being the beautiful compassionate soul she is :) I was torn between having her burn him alive, or doing this...and the former creating a lot of hatred for Dany in the city and the north...but I liked this way better. The common folk know nothing about her other than hating her because propaganda from Cersei, but I like her showing them that she's different, and not more of the same. I also had her pull a Margarey-going out and about with the common folk and making them love her. And word will spread, and I'm sure she had that in the back of her mind, but when has Daenerys not genuinely cared about people? She freed all the slaves, for goodness sake. She is a precious little cinammon roll that just loves and cares about people from all walks of life and wants everyone to be OK

Anyway, please REVIEW! and let me know what YOU think of the chapter! Love all of you :)

Also, I'm curious if you would rather I post every day like I've been doing, or every other day like I did with this chapter, so as to space it out and have it last longer-it's a long way to go till the next season yet. Let me know :)