Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to moons. The time had been going by so quickly.

Lyanna was now nine moon turns. He and Dany couldn't believe how quickly she was growing. His baby girl was everything to him. Every time she would smile at him he felt another part of his heart crack open. The moment Dany placed her in his arms he wept. For he knew what had happened to both his daughter, and his wife in his past life. Holding the little bundle that they had made together from their love was the greatest feeling in the world. Not only that, but Dany had named their daughter for his lady mother. A part of Jon thought he didn't deserve that honor, for he had hurt her so much in the past, but despite all that had occurred, Dany's good heart always seemed to shine through.

They worked on their relationship everyday. Communication was what they lacked so much of in the past, and both of them made it a priority to speak to one another about everything. It was still a struggle, but they seemed to get closer each day. So much so that his wife was currently carrying their second child. They had not planned on trying for another until after Dany got back from Astapor, but it seemed the gods had other plans. She was only a few moon turns, and Jon couldn't help but be ecstatic at this. He was not looking forward to her trip east, and as selfish as it was, her being pregnant would keep her in Westeros longer. Which he silently thanked the gods for.

Lord Stark was handling his role as Hand to the King better then previously. It seemed that despite the fact that he did not listen to Jon about everything, he did listen to him on majority of his advice. The Lord of Winterfell did not make the mistake of looking into the Kings bastards as the previous hand did. Nor did he inquire about Baratheon traits from anyone in the red keep. He also had not told Robert about his suspicions, much to Jon's relief.

The dragons were growing. Dany had constantly been telling him how shocked she was. The spell that Kinvara had said truly did work, as they were now the size of large dogs. They still spent time in their chambers, but they had surprisingly spent most of their time in Aegon's Garden. Thankfully they had weeded out all of the Spider's little birds when they had first arrived on Dragonstone, so the only ones working inside the castle were those loyal to House Targaryen. Dany had kept on household staff that had worked for their family and much like the lords of the Narrow Sea, they had recognized her mother in her right away. He quickly learned the loyalty and love the people of Dragonstone had for the Targaryens. That despite the fact that Robert's brother had moved in and taken over, they had not abandoned their post of working in the fortress. The head maid, Nina, had made the comment to Dany when asked why she had not looked for work else where and the women had said "We all swore to wait for our rightful rulers to return to their home one day, my princess. We'd not let the dragons return to a run down castle." Dany had smiled at the women and then pulled her in for a hug. They had a much smaller staff then he was use to at Winterfell, but if that was the price to pay to keep their secret and the dragons safe, he had no problem with it.

The coffee seeds they had planted had finally bloomed. The long summer was still in affect and would be for some time considering the Night King was dead. The farmers they hired had harvested their first batch and it was just as good as he remembered. They had only had their bannermen trying it at first, trying to gage how popular it would be in Westeros, and which ways of making it would be the most appealing. Jon joked with his wife that she had become somewhat of an alchemist in the kitchens. Mixing different things in it, trying to find that perfect way to show the rest of the lords. He had preferred it hot and black, his wife on the other hand had liked milk and sugar in it, as did most of the ladies she had shared it with. They had then invited a few distinct lords and ladies from around the 7 Kingdoms to come and try it and it had been a hit. The only thing Dany hated about this was having to dye her hair dark once more. Kinvara had even sent some of the priestesses back East to spread the word as well.

The former King in the North looked around as he watched all the lords and ladies trying the new black gold as Tormund called it. Renly Baratheon was having a Tourney at Storms End for his soon to be wedding to Lady Margarey. Jon had not wanted to go at first, but Dany had suggested it be a great place for more nobles of Westeros to try their new coffee. Plus, he was well aware that a certain landed knight sworn to House Lannister would be in attendance and his wife wanted the mans blood.

"Gods! This is delicious! Look at your boy, Ned, whippin' the lords of the Narrow Sea into shape, and discovering a new drink that'll make him a rich man!" The whoremonger said as he drank his coffee.

Lord Stark drank his coffee and nodded "Aye, he's a good lad." He replied with a small smile gracing his face.

Jon knew Lord Stark was suspicious as to why he was here. They had argued earlier in the day about it, but Jon didn't care.

"And you say you found this in Essos, lad?" The Whoremonger asked.

Jon nodded "Aye, your grace. The Undisputed Lands. During my travels I thought it looked interesting, so I took the small batch of seeds that were there, and I brought them back home and planted them. After some time, my wife and I tested it out in the kitchens and what you have now is what we created."

"I can confirm it helps bring one back to life after a terrible hangover. This is my third cup." The imp said with a smirk as he raised his mug.

Jon wasn't sure how to feel when he saw Lord Tyrion. Part of him wanted to cut his throat right then and their, but he knew the dwarf deserved to suffer. He'd not give him a quick death.

"Of course you'd know that." Replied Cersei as she rolled her eyes.

Another person Jon wanted to kill. Cersei was all dressed up in her fancy gold dress, with jewels all around her neck, arms, and an ugly gold crown on her head. Much like his feelings for Tyrion, the lion bitch would suffer before being granted her death.

"Speaking of, your grace," Jon said as he then turned to Edd. His friend walked over and handed him a brown sack. Jon took it from him and approached the table they were all sitting at. He pulled open the sack and placed the bottle on the table. "This is rum from the Summer Isle's." He said as he then reached for a mug and then another cup that had milk in it. "With a little bit of milk, a few drops of syrup, and a couple shots of rum, my wife calls it a Summer Coffee." He said as he mixed them together and handed it to the Whoremonger.

Jon watched as Lord Stark frowned and said "It's a little early to be drinking rum, your grace. Perhaps you should wait until after todays events."

"Bah! Stop being so uptight, Ned. Let me try it, lad." The Whoremonger replied as he reached for the cup.

Before he could take a sip, Cersei spoke "My love, you have no idea where the bastard got that rum. Whose to say it's not been messed with." She said with a raised brow.

Jon grabbed the rum from the table and took a swig from the bottle. He placed said bottle back on the table and looked at Cersei in the eyes and said "I'm of the North, your grace. If I want a man dead I do it the old way. Besides, poison is a women's weapon."

Jon watched as she stiffened at that last part, no doubt thinking of what she did to Jon Arryn. He had to hold back his grin.

"HA! He really is your son, Ned! Reminds me of Brandon! Now that we know its not poisoned, pass that over boy, let me get a try of this Summer Coffee." The whoremonger said with an eager smile on his face.

Jon watched him drink it, Lord Tyrion was to his right making himself one as well. Not surprising.

"Seven hells! Thats good stuff, boy! I think I found my new breakfast, Ned!" The Whoremonger belted and began to laugh.

Lord Stark could only sigh at that.

"You said your lady wife made this, Lord Snow?" Renly asked as he took a drink from Roberts cup next.

"Aye, my lord. She and I helped the farmers with harvesting the beans and it was my wife who took it upon herself to find the best ways to drink it." Jon replied.

"Thats hardly proper for a women. Though I suppose it makes sense considering her upbringing in Essos." Sneered Lord Mace Tyrell. The lord of High Garden was enjoying his cup. Jon knew the man was likely annoyed that a bastard had discovered such a hot commodity.

"Father!" Ser Loras said as the knight of flowers looked embarrassed at his fathers comment.

Jon could only chuckle "My wife is a good women, Lord Tyrell. She's of noble blood, but she didn't grow up dreaming of knights or a crown on her head. Parts of Essos have a much harsher lifestyle then what we have here in Westeros. Not everyone has ambitions the size of the wall."

Lord Tyrell turned red at that. Jon looked around and saw Cersei and the Kingslayer smirk into their cups, meanwhile the King was laughing hysterically.

"You dare, bastard!" Lord Tyrell shouted as he stood up.

"Sit down, Mace. You insulted his wife. What in the seven hells did you expect?" Lady Olenna said. The old women then turned to him and said "Where is your lady wife, Lord Snow? My grandson, Willas, spoke highly of her when he visited Dragonstone."

Willas Tyrell had been one of the few they had invited to their home to try the coffee a few moons back. Dany had mentioned that while Olenna's grandchildren had been burned in the Sept when Cersei blew it up, Willas had been traveling the Free Cities at the time. He had returned to High Garden to fight with his grandmother and had unfortunately been killed when the Lannister's sacked it. Dany had only met him once, but she said he was smart and kind, and if Willas spoke well of the coffee, no doubt that House Tyrell would want to buy some. Apparently Lady Olenna held her eldest grandson in high regard.

"She stayed back to over see the care of the second harvest, my lady. She is also with child once again and the Maester suggested that travel would not be wise at this time." Jon said to the old women. He did not miss the surprise look on Lord Stark's face at the mention of Dany's pregnancy.

"Pity. Willas said she was delight, I was looking forward to meeting her. Mentions of her beauty have made it all the way to High Garden. Some are even starting to say she's the most beautiful women in the 7 Kingdoms. A title our dear queen here once held." Olenna said as she smirked at Cersei.

Jon bit his bottom lip, trying to hide his grin. He knew after they invited a few lords to Dragonstone that they'd begin to talk. He had not expected them to talk of his wife's beauty, but then again Dany did hold the title of the Most Beautiful Women in the Wold in their last life, so he wasn't too surprised. They had strategically invited lords who were young enough, or ones that would not recognized her. Lord Willas Tyrell, Lord Symun Fossoway, Lady Brienne of Tarth, Lord Beric Dondarrion, Lady Allyria Dayne along with her nephew, Lord Edric Dayne who was the newly named Lord of Starfell, Lord Wendel Manderly and Lord Robar Royce.

"Still holds." Cersei replied as she glared at Lady Olenna.

Before the matriarch of House Tyrell could reply a Baratheon guard came in "Your grace, its time for opening ceremonies." He said

"Bah! Lets go then." The Whoremonger said as he stood up from the table. He looked at Jon and said "You've done well, boy. Keep it up. The 7 Kingdoms will be filling your pockets with the demand of this, I know the crown will be purchasing as much as we can."

"Of course, your grace." Jon replied as he bowed his head.

The Baratheons and Lannister's all began to walk toward the door but before they could Cersei gasped and Ser Jamie's hand went to the pummel of his sword "A beast! Kill it! Kill it now!" Cersei squealed.

"Ghost! To me." Jon said firmly. The white Direowlf padded over to him and sat at his feet "My apologies, your graces. Ghost means you no harm."

"Ghost?" Little Tommen asked as his eyes widened at the wolf. Jon was grateful that Joffrey had stayed in Kings Landing and he wouldn't have to deal with the little shit.

"Aye. This is Ghost, my Direwolf." Jon replied with a kind smile to the young boy.

"HA! He even has a bloody wolf, Ned. He's more Stark then your true borns!" The king bellowed as he smacked Lord Stark on his shoulder and then turned to walk out, his family following him.

Jon didn't miss the wince Lord Stark made at the Whoremongers comment. He knew he was disappointed his children didn't get their wolves this time.

As the rest of the room flooded out, Jon turned to Edd and asked "Are we a go?"

His friend nodded "Aye. We have him ready when you are."


The Tourney went on for three days. Jon had competed in the joust, a shock to his friends and to Lord Stark. Before leaving Dragonstone, he and Ser Jorah had practiced together. Jon knew his father was a great jouster and had won many tourneys in his short life. As a boy he and Robb would try their attempts at it. Jon was untouched on a horse, which always allowed him to unseat Robb. He knew he likely got that skill form his lady mother.

Ser Jorah had to teach him the basics though. He and Robb had been playing, and jousting in a real tourney would be much different. The bear knight spent every morning showing him tricks and tips and he had picked it up rather quickly.

By the time the third day came they were down to the final four. Jon Snow vs Ser Loras Tyrell, and Ser Barristan Selmy vs Ser Jamie Lannister.

Jon had beaten Ser Loras and Ser Barristan had beaten the Kingslayer.

Knowing that he would be going against the greatest knight in the 7 Kingdoms in the finals was terrifying. He knew Barristan would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, in fact he had to tell the knight that he better not let him win just because he was his prince as he would slip at times and call him. Barristan had laughed but agreed.

Jon had surprised everyone when he beat the bold. He was handed a crown of white carnations and told to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. Jon was disappointed Dany wasn't here, he would love to crown her in front of all these snakes, but alas she was at home with his baby girl. So instead he opted to choose someone he knew would likely never receive it.

Jon road right up to where the king and his family were sitting. Cersei had looked over at her daughter who was sitting with Lady Shireen and she smirked when Jon stuck out the crown in front of the two young girls.

"Lady Shireen, I name you the Queen of Love and Beauty." Jon said as he smiled at the young girl.

Shireen Baratheon looked shocked, she even began to turn a little red.

"Take it, Shireen." Mrycella whispered into her ear.

The young girl smiled shyly at him, he could see the tears she was trying to hold back. She took the crown and placed it on her head. Jon turned his horse and got a glimpse of the anger on Cersei's face and he couldn't help but smirk.

The rest of the day went on as normal. The king threw a huge feast, he got drunk and fondled the whores from the brothel that Renly had invited. Jon, Edd, Grenn, and Pyp had ate their supper and had a few ales before returning to their camp.

The next morning as everyone was packing up to leave a scream was heard from the front gates of the entrance to the castle. Everyone flooded into the courtyard to see what was happening, and hanging from the front gate was a body covered in blood. Strung up with the head of a pig on his shoulders where his head should be.

"Gods.. Who is that?!" Asked Ser Loras with disgust dripping from his voice.

Jon spotted Tyrion and Ser Jamie. Lord Stark and Jory were the closest to the body now, his uncle looked over at him and glared daggers into him.

"Its Amory Lorch." Ser Jamie said flatly as he continued to asses the body.

"How do you know that? The man is wearing a bloody pigs head!" Shouted Mace Tyrell.

Jon looked back at the Kingslayer who said "Thats his coat of arms. And his shitty pummel."

At this point, the Whoremonger and Cersei had come out and were demanding answers.

Renly reached up and pulled the parchment that was sticking out of the pigs mouth and read it. The man turned pale and looked up at his brother with worry on his face.

"Well? What does it say, Renly?!" The King asked angrily.

Jon watched as Renly gulped and then read it out loud:

"Congrats on the soon to be wedding of the Stag and the Tyrell Rose. Please accept this long over due gift. Half a hundred stab wounds returned to the man Tywin Lannister had murder my defenseless three name day old niece, Princess Rhaenys. The dragon's are not gone, and they did not forget. We will be collecting your debt to us in Fire and Blood. -Daenerys Stormborn"

After Renly finished reading it Robert Baratheon paled at first, and then raged. Screaming and shouting "dragon spawn" over and over. Jon took a look around and noticed the Kingslayer was trying to hide his grin, as was Ser Barristan. Jon knew why Jamie killed the Mad King, despite his arrogance the golden knight held Rhaegar in high regard. Tyrion had told him in his past life that Jamie never forgave himself for the deaths of his brother and sister or his step mother. He also noticed the shock on Lady Olenna and Lord Tyrell's faces. A family that had fought for House Targaryen during the Rebellion. Lord Stark on the other hand looked nervous.

"How is this possible? The Princess was last spotted in Essos. She can't be more then what? Seven and ten, how was she able to orchestrate something like this right under our noses?" Asked Lord Swann.

That had been rather simple actually. The Whoremonger had ale and wine flowing throughout the castle. The knights who guarded the front gates had been given some as well. Kira had sent a few of her whores to occupy the King and one of them had made a comment to the maids that the men out front were out of wine. Slipping a little bit of essence of Night shade into their flagons was easy. The fools were knocked out and Jon and his men dragged the body to the front gates.

"I don't care how, I WANT HER DEAD!" Robert shouted. He then turned to Lord Stark "Do you hear me, Ned?! Find the little silver haired bitch and kill her!"

His uncle said nothing, only shifted uncomfortably.

"Could this have been, Dorne?" Asked Mace Tyrell.

Jon wanted to scoff. The Reach and Dorne had no love for one another, of course the oaf would ask that.

"The Martell's have no love for my family, but they'd not be stupid enough to do this. Not when his grace has five kingdoms, soon to be six with your daughters marriage to Lord Renly as his close supporters." Replied the Kingslayer.

"And who is this we? Viserys Targaryen is dead." Added Renly.

"I WANT HER HEAD ON A SPIKE! IF THAT LITTLE BITCH HAS BIRTHED A WHELP, KILL IT AS WELL!" The Whoremonger shouted.

Jon watched his uncle pale a bit. "Robert, perhaps we should go inside and discuss this." He then turned to the head of his household guard "Jory, get Lorch's body taken care of. Send his remains back to the Westerlands."

A few Baratheon guards took Robert and Cersei back inside. Lord Stark came up to him and whispered "We need to talk. Now."

Lord Stark come to see him off. Jon was heading back to Dragonstone as the tourney was finally over, but he knew his uncle would want to reprimand him for this.

They were standing outside the gates. Edd, Grenn, and Pyp were all on their horses waiting for him.

Their were guards everywhere now, so his uncle couldn't speak too loudly "Are you mad, Jon?!" He asked angrily. "I raised you better then to do something so dishonorable! Breaking guest rights is.."

"I know exactly what happens to those who break guest rights." He replied back to his uncle "Amory Lorch never received guest rights, as he never even stepped foot into Storms End. And for the record, when I took him, neither had I."

That was in fact true. They had kidnapped Tywin's mad dog on the journey to Storms End.

Lord Stark glared at him "To butcher a man who had not done anything to you is.."

"Not done anything to me?!" Jon asked him, anger dripping from his voice. "Are you forgetting that he butchered my sister? Or are you the only one allowed to fight for your sister?"

Lord Stark winced at the mention of Lyanna Stark and then sighed "No, of course not but.."

The Lord of Dragonstone cut him off "..but nothing. Lorch murdered my only sister. He dragged her from under our fathers bed and stabbed her fifty times. You fought in a war killing countless men for what happened to you kin, but somehow when I do the same, its not okay in your eyes."

Lord Stark clenched his jaw "My father and brother were.."

"..were murderd by the Mad King. As my sister was murdered by that pathetic excuse of a knight. You got your justice, Lord Stark. My grandfather was stabbed in the back by the Kingslayer, and my father who I'm quite certain you blame for everything at this point, was killed by your best friend. I gave Amory Lorch exactly what he deserved all those years ago."

"Do you have any idea what will happen if one of the Spiders little birds finds out it was you that did this? You have put us all in danger!" Lord Stark whispered to him as he clenched his fists at his side.

Jon rolled his eyes "I took care of that, and I've put no one in danger. Now if your finished, I need to get back to my wife and daughter. You know, the one you haven't asked about once since I've been here." He said as he turned his back on his uncle to walk toward his horse.

"Jon!" Lord Stark shouted as he grabbed his shoulder.

Before Jon could turn Ghost jumped to his side and barred his teeth, growling at the Lord of Winterfell. Ned paled a bit. Certainly not expecting that kind of reaction from the wolf.

The former King in the North shook his hand off of him and said "Stay out of my business Lord Stark. I'm not the naive boy who wanted to do nothing but please you and bring honor to your house. I'm a man grown, and what I do is no concern to you."

At this, Ned looked hurt by his words. "You said you wouldn't be the one to start the war."

Jon walked away from him and mounted his horse. He looked back at Lord Stark and said "Aye, and I haven't. This isn't war. It's justice."


It had taken about a sennight to get back to Dragonstone.

During which time he had spent many nights thinking about what had occurred during his time in Storms End. Lord Stark had tried to make him feel guilty about what he had done, but he couldn't. Lorch murdered Rhaenys. An innocent little girl. Even if he had never known her, she was his blood. He'd never feel guilty about that. What Jon couldn't stop thinking about was the feeling he had as he killed Lorch.

Edd, Grenn, and Pyp had dragged the man to the hidden coves off the edge of Storms End. During his journey to Dragonstone the first time, Ser Davos had shared the story about the time he had smuggled onions into the Baratheon ancestral home during the Rebellion. Jon remembered the conversation and before leaving to the Tourney, he had looked at a map of Storms End. He spotted the exact location Davos had described, it was somewhat off the beaten path. The Lord of Dragonstone knew it would be a perfect place for seclusion. Storms End was true to its name. The storms truly did attack the strong hold. The sound of the ocean waves smacking against the rocks and cliffs made hearing anything else impossible.

Jon met his men at the hidden cove and on the ground knocked out was the man who murdered his sister.

Amory Lorch.

He walked up to him and kicked him in the side. "Wake up!" He demanded.

The pathetic knight finally came to, looking around demanding answers. Jon leaned down and smacked him across the face and said "Do you know who I am?"

Lorch spit at him and asked "Why should I fucking care who you are?"

Jon nodded and then knelt down to be eye level with the man."You killed Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. Who gave the order?" He asked.

The man smiled sinisterly "I did kill Rhaegar's little whelp. What of it?"

Jon asked him again "Who gave the order?"

"Why do you care, boy? The dragons are dead. I did the realm a great service when I gutted the little squealing bitch." Lorch replied.

Jon head butted him instantly. Lorch reached for his nose. "Fucking cunt! I'll kill you for that!" The knight shouted as he held his hand to his bleeding nose.

"WHO. GAVE. THE. ORDER." The Lord of Dragonstone asked again, losing his patience.

Lorch glared back at him "Fuck you! I don't know who you are but I don't owe you shit!"

Jon lost his patience and reached for his dagger. He stabbed it straight into Lorch's right thigh. The knight yelled out in pain and Jon pushed him down so that he was now laying flat on his back. He placed his left forearm to his throat and said "I won't ask again. Who gave the order?" He asked as his right hand turned the dagger that was still in the knights thigh.

"LORD TYWIN!" Lorch yelled. "Ty.. Tywin Lannister! He said to kill the whelps so when his daughter married Lord Robert they'd not be in the way." He said. Lorch was screaming out in pain at this point.

"Please! I gave you your answer." Lorch begged.

Jon looked down at him. The man was now begging for his life.

"Please, don't kill me!" He whimpered once more.

The Lord of Dragonstone pulled the dagger out from Lorch's leg and then looked him in the eye. "You're wrong ya know .The dragons aren't dead. My name is Aegon Targaryen. Trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and his wife, Princess Lyanna Stark. Brother to Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.."

He watched as Lorch's eyes widened "NO! PLEASE!" The man begged

"Are you scared, Lorch?" Jon asked as he stood up.

"Y.. ye..yes." He whimpered out.

Jon took a deep breathe and then looked down at him and said "Good. Because this is what she felt."

He bent down and dragged Lorch by the feet so that he was now directly under him. He then cocked his right arm back and drove his dagger into his stomach and shouted "ONE!"

Jon pulled the dagger out and stabbed him again "TWO!" He shouted.

He did this over and over, he planned on doing it until he finally reach fifty. Once he did, Edd thought he'd stop, but he didn't. He continued stabbing the corpse of Amory Lorch over and over while screaming.

"JON!" Edd shouted. Jon finally looked up at his friend with a wild look in his eye, he was covered in Lorch's blood at this point. "It's over, Jon. He's dead." Edd said as he stared at him with concern.

He dropped the dagger and fell back onto the ground. His blood was pumping. The wolf and dragon blood was burning so hot through him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at Edd who said once more "He's dead, Jon."

The Lord of Dragonstone nodded slowly "Aye. He's dead."

He knew their was a beast inside every man, he remembered feeling it when he hung the traitors who murdered him at Castle Black. Since returning this time though, it was as if the beast had been amplified, and it scared him a bit.

He was walking through the halls of Dragonstone, they had docked and he had rushed inside to see his girls, he needed to see them. Missandei greeted him and said they were in the library with uncle Aemon. By the time he reached the threshold he stopped and smiled. Their uncle was sitting in the lounge chair, meanwhile his wife was squatting on the ground calling out to their daughter who was standing up, holding onto Aemon's knee for support.

Before he left, Lya was pulling herself up on everything and standing. Dany swore she'd walk before her first name day.

"Come on, my little dragon. Come to muna." Dany cooed as she held her arms out to their daughter.

Lya giggled at her and waved at his wife instead.

Dany tried once more "Come to muna, Lyanna." She said gesturing for her to walk into her mothers arms.

Their daughter tried to take a step but fell on her bottom instead. She looked up and spotted Jon in the threshold "Pa!" She shouted and quickly crawled toward him. It was her first word, much to Dany's annoyance. Not a full Papa, but Pa was close enough. She had also started saying woof when trying to say wolf and of course she mastered saying hi.

He chuckled at her and walked inside, quickly scooping her up and covering her with kisses. "Did you miss me, little love?" He asked.

Dany furrowed her brows "You distracted her, my dear husband." She said.

"Pa!" Lyanna cooed again as she clapped her little hands together.

"Aye, I suppose I did. She just loves her papa so much. Isn't that right, Lya?" He asked her. She giggled and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Jon walked towards his wife and pulled her into his arms. "I missed you too, mama." He said to her and then kissed her on her plump lips.

When he pulled back she smiled at him "I missed you too, my love. Come sit, tell us of the tourney." She said and reached for his hand to walk toward the small chaise next to their uncle.

Jon squeezed Aemon's shoulder before sitting "Uncle, I see you've taken good care of my girls."

Aemon chuckled "Targaryen women can take care of themselves, nephew. I have simply enjoyed this precious time with my nieces that the gods have given me."

"Kepus, emā olvie tolī jēda iēdrosa" Dany said with a frown on her face.

Aemon sighed "Daenerys, my sweet summer child, we have talked about this.."

"We have. And you will not be taken from us anytime soon, uncle. I'll not hear of your impending death. You just came home. Let us have faith that the warm sun and the magic in our families home will give you many years yet." His wife replied.

Dany had begged Kinvara on more then one occasion to find something to help their uncle live a bit longer. To look for some kind of magic, anything really. The women had told her no form of magic other then dark magic existed that could do it. Something Dany refused to use after what the witch did to her in that past life. It had broken his heart. He knew how much having Aemon around brought so much joy and love to her.

The old man smiled sadly at her "I have faith in you, my niece." He said "Now, enough about me, how was Storms End?"

Jon chuckled "All went according to plan."

"Truly?" Dany asked.

"Aye. Beric will arrive in Dorne soon with our gift. I also made sure to pass along your note to Prince Doran and Prince Oberyn."

Beric and Thoros of Myr had came to him after his arrival at Storms End. It seems R'hllor granted Thoros a vision in the flames of him. They both pledged themselves to his cause and to keep his secret.

"And the usurper? How did he react?" Dany asked.

Jon smirked at this "He lashed out like we thought he would, screaming 'dragon spawn' a hundred times. Though I will say, I decided to change the plan a bit. Instead of leaving his body in a tent on the tourney grounds, we had an opening and strung him up on the gates of Storms End."

Dany smacked his arm "Jon! The front gates?! Someone could have seen you." She hounded him.

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it "Relax love, Kira's girls took care of the guards with some nightshade. Robert threw a massive feast and wine was flowing throughout the entire castle. No one suspected a thing. Well, except my uncle of course."

"The honorable Eddard Stark, you cannot blame him for his beliefs, nephew." Aemon said

Jon sighed "I do not. I understand his sense of honor and duty, hells, I lived with it my entire life. It's how he judges me after everything that he had seen his own children do that bothers me."

"You mean the hypocrisy of it?" Aemon asked.

"Aye. He tried to make me feel bad about killing my sisters murdered, as if he hadn't fought against our house for the very same reason. His blood being murdered." Jon replied.

"Did he ask about Lya?" Dany asked him as she squeezed his hand.

At his he clenched his jaw "No. Not once. He was more concerned about my arrival at Storms Ends and trying to figure out what I was up to. Oh, and the dragons. He asked me about them several different times."

Jon had been hurt by that. The man he thought of as his father had not asked him about his daughter once. He had sent a raven shortly after Lya's birth sending his congratulations. And then never asked about her again. Arya had sent him ravens twice a week asking about her niece. Another part of Jon that felt guilty on how he was treating his cousins.

"I'm sorry Jon" His wife said as she snuggled into his side. "Robb sent a raven while you were gone, he'd like to come for a visit. Perhaps it would be good to invite Lord Stark as well? That way he can see that were not a threat. That yes, we are getting revenge on those that hurt our family, but he and the North are not part of that."

"Daenerys speaks truly, egg." Aemon said. A nickname he began to call him when he arrived on Dragonstone. He was born Aegon Targaryen, the same name as Aemon's younger brother who he called Egg. "Let the Starks see the truth of your words. Dragons have always inspired fear and wonder in others. Let Lord Stark see that the House of the Dragon is not seeking a fight with the 7 kingdoms."

Jon looked at Dany who nodded at him.

"Aye, uncle. Send a raven to Winterfell and one to Kings Landing."


Robb had written back right away. He also said that Arya and Sansa would be coming as well, a shock to Jon. Apparently the three of them would be attending Renly and Margarys wedding that was taking place in the Sept in Kings Landing, so a trip to Dragonstone fit right in. Lord Stark wrote back as well, saying he would be coming but no more then three days as he had duties in Kings Landing.

When the boat with Robb, Sansa, and Arya docked he was nervous. He had not seen his siblings in a while. The last time he was at Winterfell was right before he had left to get Dany. He could admit that he was not in the best mood being around all of them. Thinking about their past life made him skeptical about their relationships. It was Daenerys who told him multiple times that his changes had saved them from the pain they went through in the past, which in turn likely saved them from becoming those people.

Jon and Ghost waited for them on the shore and of course it was Arya who ignored Robb and ran straight into Jon's arms. "I missed you big brother" She said as he held her small form.

"I missed you too.. little sister." He replied hesitantly.

He placed the small girl back on to the ground and thats when she spotted Ghost. Her eyes widened "Thats him! Thats your wolf!" She said happily.

Jon chuckled "Aye. Arya, meet Ghost." He said. He watched as she held her hand out for him to sniff. Ghost did and then licked her palm causing her to giggle.

"Brother." He heard. When he looked up he saw Robb. Dressed in his fine leathers, his auburn hair and his piercing blue eyes. He looked like a dashing prince.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, brother." He said and then pulled him into a hug. A part of Jon wanted to cry thinking about what had happened to Robb in the past. But he's here now. He's alive and he's well.

He pulled back and they smiled at one another "This is some castle, never seen anything like it." Robb said with a grin.

Jon chuckled "Aye it was built by Valyrians. Don't think theirs anything else like it in the 7 Kingdoms." He then turned to Sansa and smiled at her "Sansa, welcome to Dragonstone."

Sansa was dressed in a grey dress, her Tully red hair was in two braids, she looked so much like Lady Catlyn "Jon. Thank you for the invite." She said politely. He wasn't surprised at her lack of warmth, they never got along as children. She always followed in her mothers treatment of him, her bastard brother.

"Look at his wolf, Robb! Do you see him!" Arya said happily.

Robb chuckled "Aye, I see him. He's beautiful, brother. The kings of winter are pounding their fists on the table at such an ancient creature."

At this Jon snorted "He is beautiful, but don't let him fool you, he can be a menace." Ghost looked up at him and huffed, making the three Stark siblings laugh. Jon then said "Now, lets get inside. I'll have the maids bring your things up."

They made their way to the castle. He could see the shock and wonder on their faces, Dragonstone really was unique. By the time they made it inside, Dany was waiting for them with bread and salt and Lya on her hip. Luna sitting at her feet. Jon did not miss the shock the three Stark siblings had at a Direwolf sitting by his wife. If only they knew she was a dragon, he thought. Arya had greeted the black wolf right away, ignoring proper etiquette. She kept asking when she could have one.

Dany had opted to keep the dark hair for now. With the girls here he was sure Sansa would talk about her journey once she made it to Kings Landing and they did not want anyone to ask about his silver haired wife. Daenerys greeted them all warmly, despite the anger he knew she had for Arya and Sansa in the past life, she opted to give them a chance. Sansa seemed to be taken with Dany right away. No doubt shocked by her beauty. Robb had been as well, he had smirked when he saw his brothers jaw drop slightly. Arya on the other hand seemed to be sizing Dany up, she was kind to her, but Jon could see the reservation on her face. They had all greeted Lya, who smiled at waved at them. Robb had taken her into his arms first cooing at her like a fool. Jon couldn't help but smile at his brother though, it felt good to see him holding his daughter. Sansa had gushed over her dark curls and her amethyst eyes, and Arya had said "She looks like us, Jon" making him smile. As the only two children of Ned Stark who had the Stark features it was something they always bonded over.

Dany gave them a tour of the castle, and then brought them to their rooms to rest before supper. The Dragons were hidden, staying in Sea Dragon Tower with their uncle. The gods only knew what Arya and Sansa would do if they knew he had dragons.

Supper came and went, Dany had the cooks make her favorite honey glazed chicken with roasted potatoes and greens. Lemon cakes and honey fingers were served for dessert, along with some fresh brewed coffee for them to try. Jon and Robb had been catching up, meanwhile Sansa and Dany had been in deep discussion of her adventures in Essos. Jon could not believe how well Sansa had taken to his wife. She was hanging on every word Dany said. It was day and night from the first time they met. Arya on the other hand was feeding the wolves the whole time, and Lya was in the nursery with Missandei.

When they retired to their chambers later that night Jon had gotten into bed and pulled his wife closer and asked "How did you do it? How were you so calm and kind to Sansa after everything?"

Her head was on his shoulder, she looked up at him and said "I suppose looking back at it, I understood her." She said. When Jon raised his brow she explained "despite how different we were both raised, she was sold into a marriage and raped just as I was. Her family butchered, or at least she thought they all were, and she was alone thinking she was the last of her house. The pain Sansa had in our last life, I've felt that. The anger and fear. Everything she did, she did because she thought she needed to have control. Being Queen to her made her think that no one would ever be able to force her to do something again. I know that feeling." Hearing Daenerys speak of her past always hurt him. He knew she suffered as a child on the run, something that being Ned Stark's bastard saved him from.

Jon rubbed a hand down her back and said "But you never broke an oath, under minded your kin and betrayed them. You freed slaves Dany, you saved millions of lives, you didn't try to be Queen to have control, you did it because you wanted to help people."

His wife smiled sadly at him "For a time I did, but I also killed thousands, Jon."

He sighed "That wasn't your fault. You mustn't keep blaming yourself for that."

"Perhaps, but I still did it nonetheless. Sansa saw the power that I had, the following I had and she was intimidated by it. I also think she saw us and thought I would take you away after the Starks had just found a way back to one another." She said.

"Thats no excuse." Jon said

"No, but when you spend years being imprisoned by Cersei Lannister and then Littlefinger, it's bound to make you more like them." His wife replied.

Jon sighed and then pulled her in close and kissed her forehead "You have a good heart, Daenerys Stormborn."


Lord Stark had arrived two days later. He reunited with his children and was introduced to Lyanna. Daenerys did not miss how the Lord of Winterfell's breathe hitched at the sight of her daughter. She wondered if he saw his sister in her.

Their introduction was.. awkward. Jon was right, the man had a hard time lying. She knew that Lord Stark knew she was Daenerys Targaryen. The man was struggling with this truth and so she decided to invite him to accompany her on a walk throughout their lands.

Lord Stark had accepted.

Jon was spending time with the Stark children and Ghost. They had left earlier in the morning for a ride and he had opted to take Lya with them.

When Lord Stark arrived to meet her, she was standing at the end of the stair case looking over the Blackwater Bay, Luna at her side.

"My lady." She heard him say.

Daenerys turned to see him walking toward her, his long cloak flowing in the wind. It had reminded her so much of when she met Jon in the exact location when she told him he could mine the dragon glass.

"Lord Stark, thank you for accompanying me." She said with a smile on her face.

He nodded "Of course."

She gestured for him to walk, and so they did. Luna fell in next to her step for step.

"A dire wolf this far south, I would have never guessed it." He said trying to lighten the mood.

Dany chuckled "They have seemed to adapt quite well to the South."

She caught how he nodded at her and they continued to walk in silence. Dany now understood why they called the man the Quiet Wolf.

"Jon says your coffee fields have been doing well." Lord Stark adds.

Dany sighs "Lord Stark, let us cut the crap. Ask me what it is you would like to."

The Lord of Winterfells grey eyes widened "I.."

Dany raised a brow at the man "You think I haven't noticed how you've been looking at me? Like your waiting for me to explode or do something mad like summon my dragons to burn you and your family alive."

Lord Stark sighed "I don't think that. I am just concerned. Jon has never acted like this before. He's different. He's more, more.."

"More dragon?" She asked.

She watched him hesitate but nod his head.

"And you think thats my doing?" She asked the man.

When he didn't reply she said "I see."

"I mean no disrespect my lady but it's not like him. The boy I raised never murdered innocents so brutally. Never played games like he no doubt has been the last couple years. Its not him." Lord Stark said.

"The boy you raised has not killed innocents." She replied. Lord Stark was about to interrupt so she continued "No, Lord Stark. In this you are wrong, my husband has not hurt a single innocent. If you are referring to Lorch, you and I both know he was no innocent. Did you know the man liked to rape little girls? That he would pay Littlefinger to give him girls of ten and two and ten and three?" She asked. He looked horrified at that statement. "He butchered my niece, and then bragged about it. He raped children the same age as your daughter. So I'm sorry, but Lorch was no innocent."

"And Stannis?" He asked her.

"Jon did not kill Stannis." She replied. Which was true. Melisandre killed him.

Lord Stark scoffed "No, but he certainly had a hand in it. What had Stannis done to deserve death?"

"Jon told me he showed you what he had done, killing his brother, burning his daughter alive."

"Yes, but that was in his past life. He hadn't done that this time!" The lord of Winterfell exclaimed.

Dany nodded "True. But you and I both know the moment your friend died the Baratheon brothers would have done the same as they did in the past. Stannis would more then likely have killed Renly once more, starting another bloody war."

"That doesn't warrant death." He replied.

They continued to walk when Dany asked "So is that why you are so distant with, Jon? Because he had Stannis killed?"

She watched as he rubbed a hand down his face "No. I'm not.."

"You are. And it has pained my husband more then he will admit." Dany finally stops walking, making the Lord of Winterfell turn and look her in the eyes "He said you didn't ask about Lya. That beside your initial raven after her birth, you've not asked once of her. Nor of the child that grows in my womb. At first, I thought perhaps it was because you were struggling with him embracing his Targaryen side. Or the fact that it was the Mad Kings daughter that was the mother of his child. But thats not it is it, Lord Stark? This isn't about his revenge spree he's been on, this isn't about me, this is about Rhaegar and Lyanna."

As soon as she said the name of her brother and good sister, she watched as Ned Stark flinched.

"You blame them for what happened." Dany said. "Your father, your brother, all of it. You swore an oath and raised your sisters son into the perfect honorable wolf. And now that wolf has sprouted his wings and you don't know what to do about that. You want him to go back to being the shy, timid, bastard of Winterfell. Because when he was that, he was safe, he wasn't a threat to your best friend. He wasn't a thorn in the side of the Southern houses causing chaos. Now, instead he's more like Lyanna and Rhaegar. He has his fathers intellegiance and his mothers fearlessness."

When he didn't respond she knew she was right.

Daenerys smiled sadly at him "Take it from someone who watched as he was turned inside out from having to choose a side. Having to pick either the wolf or the dragon. It ripped him apart, my lord. All he ever wanted was to be your son. Finding out he wasn't, it nearly broke him." Dany reached for his hand and squeezed it "But he has you back. Your alive. Don't take the only father he's ever known away from him again. Lyanna and Rhaegar's choices, they were their own. I could stand here and apologize for my brothers carelessness for days but it wouldn't change anything, would it? Jon is the manifestation of their love, and you raised him to be good and true. No matter what you think of him now, or what you've seen him do, I assure you that those teaching are engraved in him for life. He is a dragon and a wolf, Lord Stark. The dragon blood and the wolfs blood pumps through him, something no one has ever seen before. We have to let him be both."

Ned Stark smiled sadly at her "She.. she would have liked you. My sister, Lyanna."

"I am sure I would have liked her as well." Dany replied with a warm smile. They continued to walk again until they were at the edge of Aegon's garden. She spotted the Stark children all sitting on a blanket having what she figured was probably lunch. Lya was in Jon's lap tossing food at Ghost, making the Stark siblings laugh

"He's a good father." She said as they watched them all.

Lord Stark smiled "She looks like my sister, like Jon."

Dany figured as much "She does, and she adores him. When she's upset its always Jon's arms she feels the most calm in. When she's crying, he's always able to get her to smile for him. Her first word was of course, Pa. So when she first wakes up in the morning you can hear her babble Pa over and over waiting for him to come and pick her up. He changes her swaddles, sings to her, and rocks her to sleep every night. He constantly showers her with love, I couldn't ask for a better father for my child."

"He's learned well." Lord Stark says

Dany turned to him and said "He learned from you."


Dorne

"My Prince, a visitor here to see you and Prince Oberyn."

"A visitor? Who?" Prince Doran asks and then looks toward his brother who is sitting across from him pouring a glass of Dornish red.

The guard answers "Lord Dondarrion, and he brings a gift."

"Beric? What's he doing this far South?" Asks Oberyn.

The guard shrugs "I cannot say, my prince."

"Bring him and his gift in, Verro." Prince Doran says.

"What could the Lord of Blackhaven possibly have for us, Doran?"

The Prince of Dorne had no idea "We will soon find out, brother."

Beric finally entered, carrying a crate with him.

"My Princes' always a pleasure." Beric says with a smile on his face.

"I wish I could say the same, Beric." Replys Oberyn. "What is this gift hmm? I can't imagine you'd have something for us we don't already have ourselves."

Beric places the crate down on the small table "Actually I'm quite certain you don't have this, my prince. And as much as I'd like to, I can't take credit for this gift."

Doran raises a brow "Oh? And who can?"

"House Targaryen." Beric replies.

Doran's eyes widen, meanwhile Oberyn spits out his wine. His brother jumps to stand up "What game are you playing, Beric?" Oberyn asks.

"Check the crate, my prince. You'll know my words speak true." Beric replies.

Oberyn looks at him and he nods at his brother. He watches as he approaches the crate and opens it. He hears his brother gasp.

"What is it?" Doran asks.

Oberyn shakes his head, still looking inside the box "Not what, but who."

"Who? Who is it then?" Doran asks.

"Amory Lorch." Oberyn replies and then reaches into the crate and pulls out the head of the man who murdered his niece.

"Explain, Beric." Doran says as he can see the crazy look in his brothers eyes.

The man nods "The note sticking inside Lorch's mouth is a copy of the one that was left with his body. Which was strung up on the gates of Storms End while Renly Baratheon had his Tourney."

Oberyn pulled out the note and read it "How is this possible? No one's seen her since Pentos!"

"Give it here, brother." Doran says. Oberyn passes him the note and his eyes widen once more.

Beric reaches into his cloak and pulls out another parchment "The Princess asked me to deliver this to you."

Doran takes it and his brother comes to stand beside him to read it.

To Prince Doran and Prince Oberyn,

One down, two to go. When the war begins, its in Dorne's best interest to stay out of it. Let the sheep rip themselves apart. The dragons own the skies and will instill order when the time comes. -Princess Daenerys Stormborn

"How!? Where is she?" Oberyn asked.

"I cannot say, my Prince. I was sworn by the Princess herself to not speak a word." Beric replies.

"You bring the head of that piece of shit here and tell me it was a girl who took my revenge from me and expect me to do nothing?" Oberyn asked.

"The Princess said you may react this way, which is why she has promised to deliver The Mountain to the gates of Sunspear when the time comes for you to do with him as you see fit. She also wanted me to tell you that Lorch was killed the same way he murdered your shared niece. He was stabbed over fifty times and forced to admit what he had done and who gave the order." Beric says.

Dorans eyes widened "He said it? He said Tywin gave the order?"

The man nodded "He did my prince. Lorch was killed by a dragon. The Mountain will be killed by a viper. The Princess is a women of her word."

"Sit down Beric, tell us everything," Doran said


"Nephew, a raven from Kings Landing." Uncle Aemon said.

Jon had just seen his family off. Things had seemed to get better after Dany and Lord Stark spoke.

The lord of Dragonstone took the raven and read it. He smirked and then looked up at is uncle "Thank you, uncle. Do you know where Dany is?" He asked.

"I believe she said she was heading to the nursery with the Princess." Aemon replied.

"Thank you, uncle. I'll see you for supper." Jon said and then ran out of the room.

He made it to Lya's nursery and found his wife reading a book to their daughter. He walked in and smiled when Lya noticed him and squealed "Pa!" He sat down next to them on the furry rug and took his daughter in his arms, passing the raven to Dany.

"Well, can't say I'm sad about this." His wife said and then dropped the raven on the ground.

Jon leaned over and kissed her forehead "Me either, love." He said and then looked at the raven on the ground

Whispers have halted in the Capital. The Spider and his tongue now grace the floors of the red keep for all to see.