Thank you for the reviews! I have them in mind as I continue drafting more chapters. This whole chapter will be from Daenerys' POV as I wanted to provide more insight on her thoughts.

Daenerys

Daenerys didn't understand why the North was so quick to take a dislike to her, she knew the history. She would just have to prove herself, just as she had in Meereen.

She heard Jon's voice over the disgruntled comments in the room.

"This political allegiance will be advantageous to the North; winter is here, and the crops are suffering. We need the help of the capital to get through it alive. I may not have the name Stark, but I grew up in Winterfell. This is my home and I promise you; I will have it's best interests in heart."

Daenerys thought of their time on the boat, Jon had told her all of his childhood. Sparing with Robb and Theon, helping Arya with her silly jokes on Sansa. She was a little jealous.

Viserys was great up until a time, and then he was blinded by pure revenge. Daenerys had promised herself she would never be like that. She wanted to be loved, not feared. And she knew she had to work for it.

The jealousy didn't last long as she remembered Jon speaking of Robb. What they did to his body. Gods, if the Frey's weren't already dead, she would have taken Drogon straight there from White Harbour. She had heard all about the Stark honour. After all, the North always remembers. But Robb had fallen in love, he renounced his oath and paid the price for it. She won't let that happen to Jon.

Jon's comment seemed to calm the Lords and Ladies of the North, a little at least. Daenerys took the opportunity to speak.

"I do not intend to rule with fear here. Westeros is my home; I may have grown up on foreign lands. But I was born on dragon stone. I was forced out of my home by a usurper and now his mad wife sits on his throne. I plan to spend some time in the North before I march to King's Landing, I hope in this time you can all see that I am not my father"

As tensions continued to settle, Daenerys longed to bathe and get some food in her stomach. She looked at Jon who seemed to be thinking the same thing. She shot him a small smile and her heart warmed as he sent one back.

Jon spoke one last time to recuse everyone from the hall.

"We've had a long journey; I'm sure Queen Daenerys and her advisors would like to rest. Lady Sansa will show you all to the guest chambers"

Daenerys looked at the red head, following her lead down the hall and into the corridors. They stopped at the end of the hall as she was let into the room. Daenerys remembered Jon telling her the castle of Winterfell was modest but still beautiful.

There was a large four-post bed in the middle of the room with red and black silk sheets draped over it, the Targaryen touch. There was a small table to the corner of the room with candles perched on top, likely for private dining. There was also a hand carved desk at the front of the room, already lined with parchment and ink. A firing was already roaring in the background, heating up the room.

Thank god for that Daenerys thought

Although Daenerys had felt less than welcome by the taller woman, she had to give it to Sansa, she sure knew guest rights.

Sansa turned to her, "I hope everything is to your liking, your grace".

Daenerys could hear the hesitance in her voice.

"Everything is perfect Lady Sansa, thank you"

Sansa nodded her head and took her leave. Maybe I should offer an olive branch…

Daenerys acted on this thought. "Lady Sansa?"

Sansa turned back around, with her guard seemingly up. "Yes, your grace?"

"I would like it if we enjoyed dinner together. Maybe tomorrow night? I'll have my handmaidens prepare some Essosi delicacies. I'd like us to get to know each other more, Jon says we have more in common than one would think"

"I'd like that, your grace." Sansa responded.

Daenerys couldn't tell if the girl was being genuine or if it was years of diplomatic practice, but gods was she grateful for the opportunity to put her worries to rest.

Sansa took her leave and Daenerys sighed as she sat down on the edge of the bed, she looked in the mirror. Her silver hair was still holding up neatly in her braids. Her violet eyes stared back at her.

She heard a knock on at the door, she quickly went to answer, hoping Jon would be on the other side. Her short prayers were answered as she saw him standing there.

She pulled him in quickly, avoiding anyone seeing him.

"Daenerys, calm down. We are betrothed you know? Me entering your room isn't a scandal" Jon chuckled.

"I know, I know. I just don't want to give them something else to gossip about" Daenerys sighed.

"I missed you" he let out softly, a small smirk growing on his face.

"Me too, my love" she let out before she brought her lips closer to his. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His lips met hers as they battled each other for dominance.

Daenerys groaned as Jon made his way down her neck, leaving small marks behind. He kissed his way back to her soft lips. "Jon, touch me" she pleaded. "Oh, trust me I will" Jon whispered in her ear. His hands traced her breasts through her dress which made her whimper as she waited for him to rip the damn thing off.

Daenerys pulled him to the bed, pulling his tunic off in the process. She eyed his chiselled stomach as she traced his scars with her hands. Jon hitched her skirts up, running his hand up her thigh, so close.

She heard a knock at the door, followed by two more. Jon looked over to her and sighed. "Oh, you can't be serious" Daenerys seethed. Jon chuckled as he raced to find his tunic. Daenerys grunted "I knew they wouldn't leave us alone for long" as she walked to the door.

She looked back at Jon to see if he was decent, satisfied, she opened the door an inch.

Missandei looked back at her, Jorah, Tyrion and Davos behind her. She mentally prepared herself and let them in.

Daenerys led them to the table in the corner as they all sat down, Jon pouring them each a goblet of wine.

"Your grace, we wish you would have informed us before making such an announcement" Tyrion started.

"Tyrion, I appreciate your concern. We let the Northern Lords believe this was purely a political match. While we both think it would be politically advantageous, this is a love match, which I'm sure you've all noticed" Daenerys said, as queenly as possible.

Missandei smiled, "I'm very happy for both of you".

The silver haired queen smiled at her best friend, "Thank you Missandei".

"As am I, my graces. There are a few logistics we would like to clarify. Will you be getting married before or after we take the throne?" Davos continued,

Daenerys looked at Jon, unsure how to continue.

"In all honesty, we did not discuss much before getting betrothed" Daenerys blushed.

"What else are your advisors for, my grace" Tyrion laughed.

The group spent the next hour coming up with a plan for the nuptials over some cheese and fruit Jon had ordered to be brought in. With them finally deciding to get married before. Tyrion thought it would be good to have a united front, the realm would have a King as they retook the throne. And maybe the North will warm up to her more after she stays at Winterfell as Jon's wife, not just their Queen. It was still early in the day as their advisors took their leave. Jon stayed behind.

She couldn't help but be worried, what if we rushed into this?

"Jon, are we making the right choice?" she ventured anxiously.

"Daenerys, I love you. That's all I need to know, and I hope that's enough for you too"

"I love you too Jon, you know I do, I've worked so hard, I don't want to lose it because I was foolish to let myself love" she responded.

Jon held her cheek, bringing himself closer to Daenerys.

"Dany. I would do anything for you, kill anyone who dared hurt you. Nothing will happen to us" Jon tried to reassure her.

"Jon, look at what happened to Robb. He fell in love with a woman he wasn't supposed to and was betrayed by his own bannermen. You've already been killed once by traitors, what's to stop it from happening again?" Daenerys cried into his chest.

Dany felt his heart beating faster, "I think the Targaryen Queen with two grown Dragons might deter them just a little" Jon said.

Daenerys laughed as she wiped some of her tears away.

"Jon, I'm just so scared. I've never felt this way before. I grew to love Drogo to survive, I felt nothing for Daario. I've never loved anyone the way I love you" Daenerys said.

Jon kissed her again, this time slower. She felt his lips part as her tongue battled his. He bit her lower lip as they moved over to the bed this time, finishing what they had started.

Jon unlaced her dress, cursing the intricate knots. He let it fall to the floor as she lay down on the bed.

Daenerys felt his breath as he kissed down her neck, lower this time, taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit her. He used his fingers to play with the other as she moaned into his ear.

"God, I love it when you do that Jon"

"I think you'll like this even more" He whispered.

Jon moved down her stomach, leaving wet kisses. He reached in between her thighs and teased her.

He kissed each thigh slowly, closer and closer to her centre. Daenerys could feel her wetness pooling as she begged him.

"Please, please"

Jon tensed as pure lust took over him, "As you wish, my queen".

He licked in between her folds, tasting her with every contact. He reached her clit and Daenerys groaned as he started to work on that one spot.

Daenerys cursed any other woman he had ever done this do, the thought of him in between the legs of another woman angered her in a way she didn't know was possible.

She felt her walls tighten as waves of pleasure came over her, bringing her to her climax. Jon grinned as he came up to look at her dishevelled state.

"Gods, your beautiful Dany"

She felt arousal set in again, but this time she wanted him.

She brought him close to her face as she whispered in his ear.

"Fuck your queen, Jon Snow".