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Warning a bit steamy:

2 Months later.

Daenerys smiled as she grabbed the loose, ragged tunic tucked away neatly under her bed. Today was the last day before her wedding, and she wanted to do something special with Jon. She had the whole evening planned out in the city. She dawned the loose clothing after tying the bindings over her chest, hiding her subtle curves from any glancing eyes. She then did her hair up in a bun, pulling a cap over her head to hide her silver locks. She walked over to a mirror, looking over herself. Pleased with her disguise she went off sneaking her way through the castle to her and Jon's meeting place.

Jon had a hood pulled over his head as he waited by the stairwell exiting the castle. He glanced around a bit anxiously, waiting for Daenerys to arrive. Just like her, he was excited for tonight as well. He rarely, if ever got to go into the city. He was the king's heir after all, and he had so many expectations and responsibilities on his shoulders. He rarely got any time to just have fun.

"Ready to go?"

Jon was brought out of his nervous tick as he heard her familiar voice. Jon smiled, turning to see Daenerys approach dawned in her city clothes. "Now be honest... I make a cute boy, don't I?" Daenerys asked putting her hands on her hips and posing for Jon.

"If you are into that kind of thing... sure," Jon said before Daenerys playfully smacked his arm. "Wrong answer," she said and reached up to grab the collar of Jon's hood, pulling him in for a quick peck on his lips. "You are supposed to say. Yes, of course, you are. And if you were really a boy, I would gladly become a sword swallower," Daenerys chuckled and gave him another peck on his lips as their eyes met.

Jon shivered from the kisses she planted and the way he got lost in her eyes. This was the woman he was to marry, and he couldn't wait. "Fine... for you, I would be a sword swallower," Daenerys couldn't help giggling at his words before slipping her hand down his cloak to capture his hand. "Come on, let's go before anyone sees," she said, taking his hand and began pulling him away from the castle and heading to the city streets below.

As the couple walked the streets, exploring the markets. They found the city was bustling with attractions and entertainment of all kinds. They assumed the people too were celebrating the upcoming royal engagement. Regardless Daenerys was mesmerized watching the entertainers. Some breathing fire liting the sky as cheers erupted from the crowd. Others did tricks or played music entertaining the populace as the food was being sold from the stalls.

While they passed one of the stalls, Jon snatched up two pastry tarts hiding them under his cloak. As they turn a corner, he hands one to Daenerys. "Who knew the prince had such sticky fingers?" she whispered a bit surprised. Although, she wasn't complaining as she pulled at the fluffy dessert popping a bit of it into her mouth. The warm dough melted in her mouth.

"Guess you don't know everything about me," Jon smirked a bit, eating his own pastry. As they kept walking, they soon found themselves approaching a gathering crowd as a mummers play was already in full swing.

"Fetch me more wine!" yelled a man on stage. He wearing an oversized robe, with an oversized belly, and with an oversized crown wobbling on his head.

"Sire, what about your duties?" a man approached with a large scroll, but the fat king smacked the man's face and he was sent to the ground.

"Husband, what about your children?" a woman approached with blonde hair and a red dress. As she approached the fat king smacked her face sending her to the ground.

"What about me?" said a woman walking past the fat king. She wore a corset tied tight pushing up her large breasts and exposing her cleavage. The fat king openly ogles her as she goes past him. "Forget wine! Fetch me some milk!" he said before chasing the woman off the stage to the crowd's amusement.

"I wonder who's that supposed to be?" Jon sighed at the clear mockery of his father. Though he'd be lying if he said it wasn't somewhat accurate.

"Uncle Jamie," Daenerys answered sarcastically. She nudged Jon's side, making the boy and her both snort and laugh. They continue to watch the street performance as the Cersei actress comes to her feet.

"Oh, woe is me. My husband is a fool, my husband is a drunk, my husband is a whore," the blonde woman spoke holding her head dramatically. "Who shall rule? Who shall rule? Who?"

"I is who!" the side of the stage out walks a man striding over on his knees. He had dark black locks and a small crown on his head. Jon assumed this actor was portraying him. But he arched his brow as he noticed that the actor had strings dangling from his wrists. And his makeup made the man look like a puppet. "I is who?" the actor asked looking behind him as a woman with a white wig stepped out into view. The woman holding his strings like a puppeteer. "Yes, who is you," she answered.

"Wait... is that supposed to be us?" Daenerys questioned, seeing the white-haired actress pulling on the puppet prince's strings moving him along the stage.

"I think so..." Jon said as they continued to watch the unflattering portrayal.

"But before I rule, I want to marry princess Daenerys. She will rule by my side as queen," the puppet prince announced proudly, puffing up his chest. "You do?" the Cersei actress questioned looking down at the man on his knees.

"I do?" the puppet asked, turning back to face the white-haired woman. The Daenerys actress smiled sweetly but tugged on his string hard making the puppet smack himself in the face. "You do," she answered sternly. "I do!" the puppet cheered with a grin as the whole crowd burst into laughter.

"This is slander," Daenerys said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Watching the people enjoy the show.

"Let their jest. We both know I'm not your puppet," Jon adds, shaking his head.

"Oh, actually, that's completely accurate," Daenerys corrected him. "The least they could do is get an actual woman to portray me. I think that's just a man in a wig," she said as she squinted her eyes to try and get a better look.

Jon rolled his eyes at that comment making Daenerys giggle a bit more before she playfully nudged his side again. "I'm joking. Now come on. This evening isn't over yet," she said, taking Jon by the hand and pulling him along leading him out of the crowd.

Jon was a bit curious about where she'd take him next. But once he saw they turned onto the Street of Silk. He knew exactly where they were going. Daenerys leads them inside, her cap still covering her silver hair while Jon's hood hid his face. But even that didn't stop the hostess from recognizing the two royals. "Well, this truly must be a special occasion," Ros smirked as she approached the two. "How are you two doing?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around Daenerys, giving her a tight hug.

"We are doing fine Ros," Daenerys smiled at the woman returning the friendly hug. Once she released her Ros the hostess then went over to Jon hugging him as well. "Nice seeing you again Ros," Jon said with a small smile.

"I bet," Ros gave a coy smirk cupping and pinching Jon's ass as they hugged. Making the young prince jump a bit from the contact causing the girls to giggle. After pulling away from the embrace Ros looked over the royals curiously. "So what shall I do for you two? Do you want to look over our stock? The girls? Maybe the boys?" she asked with a sultry tone and a sly wink.

Daenerys gave Jon a musing look before shaking her head. "Nothing like that... this time," Daenerys added with a small smirk. "Do you have any private rooms open? And is Messandei working today?" she asked hoping to see her. Messandei was one of Daenerys few friends, especially outside the castle. Ever since she was sold by her former master and shipped from Essos to Westeros. Messandei has worked at Little finger's brothel. Although Lord Baelish would have preferred if Messandei was a working girl like all the rest in his employ. Ros allowed herself to take a pay cut and have Messandei simply work as a cleaner and servant. Ros thought Messandei was too pure for her kind of work anyway.

"The lord's suite is available. And hey as an early wedding present, you can take the room for free for tonight," She said as she went over to the booking list and crossed out the lord suite from availability. "And as for Messandei, she is doing her rounds serving wine... when I see her I can send her up to your suite."

"That will be lovely thank you," Daenerys smiled before taking Jon by the hand. "We will see you later Ros," she said as she guided Jon to the room. From her many visits here she knew the layout like the back of her hand.

Once they entered the lavish room red silks and fabrics adorned the tapestries and furniture, Jon finally asked. "So Dany why bring me here? What did you have in mind?" he asked curiously as the door shut behind them.

Daenerys bit her lip as she walked over to the large bed. Running her hand along the silks, feeling how they ripple and glide along her fingers. "Well... I wanted our last day before we are wed... To end how it started," Daenerys said nostalgically. The mention of their first time too gave Jon a familiar blush remembering that day very clearly.

A couple of years ago for Jon's name day, Uncle Jamie and Uncle Tyrion had brought him to the brothel to learn the touch of a woman. They thought it was time for him to learn, especially if he was going to have to please or woo a young lady one day. They paid the bill and told Jon to explore and find a woman to his liking. Jon had been uneasy about the whole thing and just wanted to find a room to be alone in for a while. He never intended to walk into Daenerys's room and find her undressed.

Daenerys was already a regular visitor to the brothel at the time. She felt the touch and taste of men and women alike. When she snuck out of the castle that night and paid Ros for a man to be brought to her room. The last thing she expected to see was Jon at her door.

"Your face was so red," Daenerys chuckled remembering the day clearly. Even though before that day they didn't do much but subtle flirtatious glances or words to each other. The feelings they had were still real. They just needed that final push.

As Daenerys was deep in thought she then felt Jon's hands on her waist turning her in his arms to face him. "You were naked. Of course, my face was red," Jon mused as he bit his lip and his fingers traced along the hem of her boyish rags.

Daenerys felt her breath hitch in her throat as she stared up at Jon's dark eyes. She always loved getting lost in his gaze. Though most didn't know it or see it, there was a hunger in him, a wildness. She assumed it was the wolf blood that ran through his veins. She felt it when they kissed, she felt it when his hands explored her body, she felt it when he'd take her. When he made her his.

"Jon..."

"Dany..."

They moaned each other's names as their clothes were shed and their bodies tangled together in a lustful embrace. Sweat glistened off their skin as Daenerys silver locks pooled across the pillow.

"Jon!" Daenerys moaned even more as she felt Jon's tongue explore and lap at her body. Her nail racked across his back as her body shuddered, and her core grew wet. Whether it was his tongue or his cock thrusting against her, she could not get enough of either.

Daenerys's moans filled the room as did Jon's lustful growls. Their voices only muffled when their lips met and tongues tangled together. Whether it was years ago or right now at this moment, they felt the same for each other as they did then. The same want, the same need, the same desire. Even as they released, they didn't pull away.

"Dany... I love you... my Queen," Jon whispered as he hovered over her body before placing his lips on hers in a tender loving kiss.

"Jon, I love you too... my King," Daenerys smiled and returned the kiss pouring all her love and affection into his lips. Soon their lips did part and Jon rolled off of her finally allowing himself and her to catch their breaths.

After a few moments, as they relaxed together curled in the red silk sheets. There was a soft knock at the door. "You have requested me?" a soft voice came through, and Daenerys instantly recognized it. "You may enter," she called out as the door slowly opened allowing Messandei to step in carrying a wine tray in one hand.

After shutting the door behind her Messandei walked into the room bowing her head. "Your graces," she said a small smile on her lips seeing her friend and her lover. Though Jon tried to cover himself in her presence, Daenerys openly got off the bed to greet her not even bothering to cover up or appear decent. "Skorkydoso glaesā messandei?" Daenerys spoke with a wide smile.

Messandei blinked for a second hearing her. "Iksan doing sȳrī Daenērys," she smiled. "I see our lessons have been coming along," Messandei said proudly. For a few months now Messandei has been helping and teaching Daenerys how to speak and read Valyrian. Though Daenerys struggled in reading and writing, her verbal lessons have improved.

"That's because I have a good teacher," Daenerys said. In truth, she wanted to keep some part of her family line alive. Even after marrying Jon and possibly being forced to take the Baratheon name. She wanted to keep some part of her Targaryen heritage.

"What were you two saying?" Jon asked as he rolled out of the bed wrapping the silk sheet around him to cover up and properly greet their guest.

"Well, she said. How are you? And I replied I am doing well," Messandei answered the young prince. "And I must say your accent has improved significantly since last we spoke your grace," she said turning back to Daenerys.

"Thank you. But I didn't ask to see you just to show off... I was wondering if you'd like to come to the wedding?" Daenerys asked biting her bottom lip. "It's an important day and I'd like you to be there."

Messandei was taken aback by such a request. "But your grace I... I don't think..." she said flattered to be personally invited, but she was more or less just a brothel servant. Not the kind of person one brings to a royal wedding.

"Just say yes," Jon spoke up seeing how conflicted Messandei was. "She will get what she wants eventually. Might as well save the hassle and just come," he said with a shrug as he clutched the silk sheets holding them to cover up. "He's right. Please come," Daenerys asked once more taking Messandei's hand.

"Fine, I'll come," Messandei said in a defeated tone but still had a grateful smile on her lips. "Thank you your graces for such an offer."

"Good," Daenerys said with a proud smirk as she grabbed the wine that Messandei brought with her. "Now how about we continue our little celebration with a round of drinks? And as your princess I order you to join us Messandei," she said grabbing the cups and pouring each of them some of the Dornish Red.

Daenerys and Jon then spent a couple more hours celebrating with Messandei at the brothel. Before forcing themselves to return to the castle. Their wedding day was fast approaching and they had to get at least a few hours of rest. Once they reached and snuck their way back in they reach a fork in the hall dividing them from each other's rooms. "Well, I guess this is goodnight Dany," Jon said still holding onto her hand.

"I guess it is," Daenerys smiled still clutching his hand. "We are... we are going to be married," she said a little breathless at the thought. "Yes, we are," Jon answered, he too taking it in. Their hands slowly began to pull away as they turned to go their separate ways. "I love you, Jon."

"I love you too Dany," Jon smiled glancing back at her one last time before disappearing down the hall towards his room. They both head to bed with only a few hours left till their wedding.

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