Hi All! Thank you again for the reviews they're very helpful. Don't stress, this won't be a super smutty fic, just some here and there. There's nothing worse than reading a fic and there's smut every two seconds, not my thing. Also, another point, the timeline will be slower in this fic. As you've probably noticed the wall hasn't fallen yet and they don't know about Viserion. I really wanted to spend some time in Winterfell with Dany starting to feel at home in the North.

My boyfriend made some art to go with the first few chapters, it's beautiful. I've made it the cover image for this story so please go check that out!

Jon and Dany attend a feast, more concerns are tabled. Sansa and Jon talk, and Jamie arrives at Winterfell!

Jon

Jon lay down in bed as his heart slowed down. Daenerys lay next to him, her silver hair across his chest. Jon had heard the rumours of her beauty before going to dragon stone, they say she is the most beautiful woman in the world Davos had said to him,

And she was unmarried, Davos' words rang in his mind. Jon had dismissed it, the coming battle being the only thing on his mind. In truth, he didn't feel as if he would love again, not after Ygritte. He was determined to live out the rest of his life alone or fall into a politically arranged alliance for the North. Who had time to think about the dragon queen and her ethereal beauty when an army of the dead was marching on your home?

But that had all changed when he saw her for the first time. And as they spent more time together on dragon stone, Jon had proved himself wrong, Daenerys Targaryen was not someone you could ignore.

Jon looked over to her as her eyes flickered open, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Well rested, my love?"

"I needed that; it was a long journey"

Jon started to get out of bed. "As much as I wish we could lie here all day, Sansa has prepared a welcoming feast and we don't want to keep them waiting".

He heard Daenerys sigh as she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. "I'll need Missandei's help to get ready"

"I'll call her for you as I go back to my room" Jon reassured her, giving her one last kiss as he pulled his tunic over his head.

Jon headed out the hallway, asking one of the maids nearby to send for Missandei. Jon nodded at some of the guards standing outside his room. "Your Grace" they nodded back as they opened the door for him.

Jon was still not used to the treatment that came with being called the King in the North, or warden. Or whatever he was now. He had grown up in Winterfell but always away from the prestige of coming from a noble family. Catelyn Stark made sure of that. His mood soured as he thought of the older woman, Sansa looked just like her and it sent a pang to is heart every time he saw her. He couldn't get her loathing tone out of his head, 'bastard'. Only if she could see him now.

Jon saw the change of clothes waiting on his bed, they were new. Probably Sansa's doing, he thought. He hoped she would come around with Daenerys, Sansa was stubborn, but Jon couldn't blame her. What she went through with Ramsey, she had a right to be distrusting.

Jon looked at himself one last time in the mirror before he left the room, heading towards the great hall. He spotted Sansa had to the right, sitting at the long table, Arya, and Bran next to her. He took his seat next to her and eyed the empty seat next to him, presumably for Daenerys. The Northern Lords and Ladies were already sat down, chatting between themselves. He poured himself a goblet of wine, he'd need it if they were going to get through this.

Silence spread across the room as the tall doors to the hall opened. He caught a glimpse of his betrothed as she walked in. He almost forgot to breathe as he took notice of her appearance. Gods, she was beautiful. Daenerys had changed into a red and black gown, with Northern modesty intact. There was a small three-headed dragon embroidered on her chest with red lining that ran down the skirt. That was what he loved about her, she was unafraid and unapologetically herself. Reminders of her house were etched everywhere on her. From the red and black she donned, to the red gem resting on her silver crown. She was the last of a great house and displayed it with pride. A great house that had done terrible things, but she was good. Jon Snow was sure of that.

Jon almost didn't see the two knights standing next to her. Her advisors behind her, walking in and taking their seats. He got up and pulled Daenerys chair out for her. Tyrion sat in the empty chair next to her.

Sansa shuffled out of her spot to stand tall.

"The North would like to officially welcome you to Winterfell, Queen Daenerys"

Jon noticed Daenerys smiling, she raised a goblet to his sister.

"Thank you, Lady Sansa, I look forward to enjoying Northern customs tonight."

And with that, the feast started. Daenerys talked to her advisors around her, sharing a few laughs. Jon looked to Arya and moved over to be closer to her.

"Hello, little sister" Jon poked her. "Jon!" Arya exclaimed. "I've missed you" she continued.

"I've missed you too Arya" he smiled back. "So, when can I ride her dragons?"

Jon laughed as he remembered the little girl who was enamoured with Visenya the warrior queen. "I wouldn't recommend it Arya unless you want to be turned to ash. Daenerys tells me they don't let anyone but her near them" Jon responded.

This didn't make the dark-haired Stark happy as her smile fell. She huffed but her smile was back on her face instantly as she started talking with a speed Jon had never seen before.

"Is she nice? Can she wield a sword?"

"Why don't you learn for yourself Arya, she's meeting with Sansa tomorrow night. I'm sure she'd like to get to know you better." Jon answered her.

"I'd much rather be fed to her dragons than sit through Sansa's political analysis of her. Maybe I'll meet with her to spar" Arya smiled.

"I'm sure she'd like that" he responded.

Jon looked over to find Daenerys out of her seat, and instead talking to some of the Northern Lords and Ladies. He took his leave of Arya and went to join them.

Daenerys

Daenerys looked out at the crowd of Northerners. They were people who had suffered greatly in the war for the throne. She knew the torment of that, her own house was wiped out, she had no family left in this world. She had felt alone, until she met Jon Snow. The bond she felt with him felt like her heart had been set on fire. She knew they were destined for each other; she just couldn't figure out why she was so drawn to him.

She was in conversation with the a few of the Northerners now, listening to their concerns, as she had learnt to do in Meereen. A good ruler needs to know their subjects, especially ones who wanted independence.

"Your grace. You know our history; we feel wary about the people you surround yourself with. We mean no disrespect to your judgement, but the Lannister's have destroyed the North. Why should we trust one of them? He is your hand. A Targaryen Queen is hard for the North to get behind, let alone one with a Lannister by her side." Lord Manderley explained.

"Lord Manderley, I appreciate your honesty. I understand the pains the North has gone through; I know it all too well myself. The Lannister's killed my good sister Elia, they killed my niece and nephew. Rhaenys and Aegon were brutally slaughtered by the Mountain on Tywin Lannister's orders. I understand why you would be concerned about his son. But please, take some time to talk to Tyrion Lannister. He has proved himself to me, he is loyal to House Targaryen and its cause. Cersei Lannister is the true threat, and we must work together to defeat her." Daenerys responded thoughtfully, careful to show empathy in her voice.

Lord Manderley looked surprised, but Daenerys caught the slight smile the older man had on his face as he continued to speak.

"Queen Daenerys, welcome to the North."

Daenerys smiled at him; she knew it wouldn't be easy, but she felt like she was making a good start with Lord Manderley. Time will allow her to do the same with the rest of the North.

"I know Lyanna Mormont has some concerns about Ser Jorah, as do we all I'm afraid" Lord Royce continued as he took a stand next to Lord Manderley.

Daenerys shot a look at her knight who was standing to the side, looking into the crowd. She knew of what he had done here and what him being in the North would do for her cause. Tyrion had warned her of the optics.

"My Lords, I'd like to tell you of how I came to meet Jorah Mormont. He was at my side when my deranged brother sold me to the Dothraki. He helped me become who I am today. He's been at my side for years as we liberated slaves from all over Essos. He is not here to stay in the North, or to be welcomed back into House Mormont. He will be with me in King's Landing as we retake the throne as my queens guard." Daenerys explained to the two men.

Daenerys felt someone come up next to her, she looked over to be greeted by Jon's dark curls and grey eyes. He looked at the two men standing with her, not coldly, but lacking the smile he reserved for Daenerys.

Daenerys smiled softly as she thought of the kindness he saves for her only.

"My Queen" he greeted her.

"Lord Snow" she responded.

"My Lords, I hope you are treating the Queen with Northern respect" Jon said to the two men.

"The Queen was just easing some of our concerns." Lord Royce responded. Lord Manderley turned to look at her to take their leave. "My Queen."

Daenerys' heart quickened. That was the first they had referred to her as such, she was hoping that they truly believed that. With time, Daenerys was determined to make it as such.

She looked to Jon as the two men left and smiled at him. "I have you all alone now."

"Careful my queen, there's a lot of eyes around" he smirked.

"I know it'll take longer than this, but I do believe at least Lords Manderley and Royce are starting to see me as someone other than the daughter of the Mad King" Daenerys said hopefully.

"Dany, I do not doubt that with time they will all come to love you, as I do" Jon reassured her.

She wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now, to run her hands through his raven curls. He hated when he wore his hair like this. The top swept up. She much rather preferred the curls to be framing his face, all wild and free.

She settled for grabbing his hand and giving it a tight squeeze. Their time alone didn't last long as she felt another presence joining them.

Sansa was facing them, with a sour look on her face.

"Is everything okay, Lady Sansa?" Daenerys stated.

And for a second, Sansa Stark put aside any distaste she had for the shorter silver-haired Queen.

"Jamie Lannister has arrived at the gates. Alone" Sansa responded, anger in her voice.

Alone? Daenerys could think only one thing.

Fuck.