Hi All. This is my way of venting all my feelings. I'm in a Jonerys fanfiction drought and thought it was time to write my own. Don't know how far this is going to go but please review and give me your thoughts as I would love to turn this into a multi-chapter story. Just tired of how these two beautiful characters were butchered Here we go!

Reminder that I don't own any of the characters or the universe, they belong to G.R.R Martin.

Daenerys

Hoof beats crushing the soft snow pelted her ears. Further behind her and Jon, Tyrion and Ser Davos were trading jests. She had developed a fondness for both, letting down her guard with the former. She had heard of his intelligence and his dry humour, neither disappointed. She should be wary she thought, of his relation to the false Lannister Queen. But she couldn't help but respect him. When she wasn't locked in her cabin with Jon on the boat, she was laughing with Tyrion over Dornish wine. He understood her in a way most did not. The exiled Valyrian Princess who was looked down on, dragon spawn, the remnant of a mad house. He was the Imp of Casterly Rock. The perceived shame of the all-powerful Tywin, the beautiful Cersei, and his charming swordsman brother. They had both lost their mothers as they were born, an unspoken bond.

They weren't far from Winterfell now; worry crept its way into her stomach. Will they like me? Or will I be the reminder of a Mad King. Of a man who kidnapped their beloved Lady Lyanna. She turned to face Jon.

"Are you happy to be home?" Daenerys exclaimed with her Queenly stature.

He turned to return her stare; a smile locked on his face as it met hers.

"The beautiful Targaryen Queen in my childhood bedroom? Seven and ten name day Jon would struggle to believe it" he whispered, just loud enough to only meet her ears. "Well Jon Snow, who said we would be sharing a room, I do have appearances to keep up. We don't want the North thinking I seduced their King into bending the knee, do we?" she teased back. "Or maybe I seduced her? Rallying her to the North to save our freezing asses" Jon said back. They both laughed as their horses kept the same pace. She hoped that arriving in Winterfell wouldn't ruin this, wouldn't wake her up to the reality. They thought of Jon as their King, and now he was coming back a Warden of the North. All the teasing, all the jests wouldn't save them from their political responsibilities. It was almost as if he had honed in on her mind, like Drogon did. Jon put his hand up, signalling the Northern riders to stop. Daenerys shot him a confused look, but quickly ordered Grey Worm to do the same.

"Īlon're jāre naejot gūrogon iā mība rest, mazverdagon sure se anni issi fed kostilus" (We are going to take a short break, make sure the horses are fed).

Tyrion and Missandei walked over to her and Jon, followed by Ser Davos. "We are close to Winterfell now. Is everything okay?" Missandei asked. Jon started to speak, "I have an urgent matter to talk to the Queen about". Daenerys racked her mind, what could possibly be the matter, when they were so close in their journey. Their advisors had stayed waiting for Jon to continue. Daenerys swooped in, "I think the Warden of the North means to speak to his Queen privately". Their respective advisors shared a look and wandered off to chat. Daenerys saw Jhogo approaching them. "It's okay Jhogo, the Warden isn't going to harm me" she ordered. Her Dothraki blood riders had come to get used to Jon walking with her on Dragonstone but were still wary of the man and his Valyrian sword.

Daenerys started walking, with Jon at her side. She looked into his eyes for a clue for what was to come. "Daenerys, I have a proposal" he started. She looked at him quizzically and opened her mouth to speak. "What are yo..", Jon stopped her by grabbing both of her hands, holding them tenderly in his own. "Dany, I love you. I've spent so much of my life being the Bastard of Winterfell, the shame on my family. Only to go back for them to name me King in the North. I don't want that, that was Robb's title, not mine. You are my home, as much as I grew up in Winterfell, it felt cold. You are the only one who knows the real me, who I can laugh around".

They had never said they loved each other before. Daenerys knew she loved him but feared telling him, knowing she may need a marriage alliance when they defeated the Night King and ventured off to King's Landing. Her heart was now pounding, eagerly awaiting his next words.

"I know what will happen when we reach Winterfell. The pompous northern lords will look down on you, they'll refuse to follow you. I'm wary of Sansa, she's had a hard life and is distrustful because of it. She's spent to much time with the likes of Cersei. I want to pledge myself to you Daenerys. I know I already have, but I mean a different one. The one a husband gives a wife" Jon continued, his voice wavering in between.

Daenerys looked at him shocked, her brain racking for a response. Tears welled up in her eyes, one falling before she could compose herself. Dammit, I'm the fucking Mother of Dragons yet Jon Snow turns me into a mere girl with hopes of love.

He reached out and put his hand on her cheek, wiping her tear away. "I want to defend you; I want to walk into that castle and declare how much I love my betrothed and how I bent the knew. Not just because I love you, because you are a Queen Dany. You are kind and compassionate, the seven Kingdoms need you".

Daenerys had not had much luck in her short life. She had shed sweat and tears for everything she had achieved. 60,000 Dothraki, 8000 Unsullied and two dragons. She looked up at the vast sky at her two sons, mourning for their fallen brother. Drogon let out a pained screech, sensing her pain. The greatest army the world had ever seen, mythical animals. And yet it had all paled in comparison to his dark raven curls, to his endless grey eyes. His scruffy northern accent rung in her ears as she looked over to him. He was staring into her eyes, no longer brooding, but hopeful. Gods, why was he so attractive? His eyes caught hers as a blush crept to her cheeks and the Mother of Dragons could only think of one thing. She was undoubtably in love with Jon Snow.

Jon

This was it. Damn responsibility, damn politics. He was in love with Daenerys Targaryen and even the Old Gods couldn't keep them apart. Meeting her on Dragonstone had changed his life. He remembered the first time he saw her, perched on her temporary throne. Silver hair, pulled back in intricate braids, with small wisps framing each side of her face. Her deep violet eyes, reminding him of just how unattainable she was. She was a Targaryen, the most beautiful woman in the world. And he was the bastard of Winterfell. He remembered as her tanned advisor stepped forward to recite her titles, "You are standing in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons."

He had heard of her feats before, rumours of how she had stepped onto a funeral pyre and hatched her dragons, unscathed from the flames. Of how she had freed slaves in Yunkai, Astapor and Meereen. Imagine his surprise when she told him the true stories. How she was resistant to fucking fire.

How could that ever compare to anyone else. He had held affection for Ygritte, but it felt like a little pang in the heart compared to what he was feeling know. Daenerys was made for him, she was home. And he would follow her to the ends of the earth. His last semblance of home died with Robb's death at the Twins. Even his favourite sister Arya was now different, Jon scared of her proclivity for death. So, as he looked into her violet eyes he uttered one last sentence before leaving the decision to her.

"So, what do you say? Want to show the north exactly what we're made of?"

Jon didn't know why, but as he said that something warmed in his heart. Something raged behind his eyes, as if ice was being replaced with fire. No, not just fire.

But fire and blood.