AN: Not gonna rant much. Thanks for the review and sorry for the long wait.

Many of you sent me messages, because true, it's been ages since the last time I updated this story. I really appreciate how you guys love it and want me to continue. Anyways, I am high with the episodes of GOT. I'm crying. No words can express how much I want to throttle the writers.

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"Your Grace." Jon nodded at the greeting. Gendry said. "I heard we will be sailing soon?" He is curious of when exactly they are setting sail. Aside from the armors he needs to properly finish, he is also anxious to meet the person he had been searching for years.

Arya...

"Yes. How are the armors?" Jon and Gendry started to walk inwards where Gendry has been making the armors. He is entirely focused on making the armors for the dragons as well as for the King and Queen. Of course, he cannot do it alone. Dozens of men helped him in the process, otherwise, it will take a year before he can finish everything.

"They are finished and before we test them, I'd like to show it to you, Your Grace." Jon nodded in appreciation.

"I really appreciate your efforts, but sometimes, I prefer if you drop too much formality. I treat you now as a comrade, ally and a friend."

Gendry was taken aback by the sudden welcoming Jon provided. Yes, Jon told him before that they are comrades, but Gendry thought it was out of duty and compromise to his situation, but now, it was something quite different.

"You are the King. I can't casually call you Jon, could I? If your men won't chop my head off, your dragons might burn me alive." Gendry said, smile ghosting his lips as he looked at the Dragon Wolf. "Or maybe your wolf will get to me before any of them could."

Jon snorted at his words.

"I won't let them behead you. Besides, it was I who told you to drop the formality. If you are to rule Storm's End, given the situation you will accept my offer, then you might learn how to treat me as a friend when necessary."

Gendry fell silent as soon as the subject of ruling Storm's End came in their conversation. Jon understands his feelings well, so he did not try to persuade the matter. Instead, he tapped his shoulder twice and they moved on to where the armors were.

The dragons' armors were enormous, it took about 8 people to lift Drogon's armor. About 6 for Rhaegal's and Viserion's armor. As for the three smaller dragons, two for each as they are all careful not to cause damage to the newly created armors.

Jon appreciated the details Gendry put in the armors for the dragons. On its chests were symbols of the Targaryen, three headed dragon. It was carved perfectly and he can't help but admire the worksmanship. Aside from the body armor, Gendry also made a helmet for each dragon.

"Incredible." Jon muttered as if in a trance.

"Would you like to have the dragons try it?" Gendry did not need a verbal response as Jon's smile is already enough answer for him. Davos provided commands to the people to bring the armors on shore as it is the only open area where the Dragons can safely put on the armor.

Daenerys, Tyrion and Missandei are also present.

The people who helped carry the armors immediately backed away as soon as the dragons landed, roaring as loud as they could. Daenerys helped calm all of them so their men can put it on them. It was a very hard labor to put the armors on the huge dragons.

Jon personally helped the men to put the armor on Drogon as he is a wild one, growling and glaring at anyone he does not like. Only Jon and Dany can safely approach him and as for others, they will get a snarl from the huge black dragon.

It took too much work putting the huge armors for the dragons, but as soon as it was done, they looked magnificent, intimidating and deadly. The people around can't help but look in awe at the dragons with their battle armors on. It set the atmosphere, that indeed, they are going to war - a war that might kill them.

"Your Graces..." Gendry asked for Dany and Jon's attention as he presented their battle armors to the King and Queen.

Dany is speechless upon gazing at the armors Gendry made for the two of them. She had seen many armors in her entire life, but these armors were on a different level. It was perfect for the two of them.

"Indeed, your skills are as magnificent as they say. I could never ask for a better armor to wear, Gendry." Daenerys smiled at the blacksmith, thanking him for the great work he did.

"You are a legend on your own. It was not an easy task to build armors for dragons in a short amount of time. Clearly, your talent is peerless." Jon added.

"I am merely doing what was asked, Your Graces. I don't deserve such kind words."

Jon snorted and instead of saying anything, he tapped Gendry's shoulder, letting him know that they all appreciated his work.

Dany slowly approached Jon, and together, they looked towards the dragons, their children.

"It is time." Daenerys said then she looked at her Hand, then towards her advisors. "Finish all preparations. We set sail tomorrow."

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Qyburn carefully looks at Cersei who is currently standing near the window, looking at King's Landing. It is still a question to him why she suddenly ordered their men to prepare to help the North. She is a stubborn woman, someone who values her power and someone selfish to keep it to herself. She does not want to share nor is she willing to help those she deemed as enemy. So, why help them in this war?

"You must be wondering why ordered our men to march to Winterfell." She spoke all of the sudden.

"Yes, Your Grace. Is there any underlying plans you've set out?"

"Plans? Of course, I do. Lots of them, I believed. Little by little, the plans and goals I set came true. It did not came true, I fulfilled it." She looked at Qyburn, eyes burning with desire to achieve all her plans. Qyburn can't help but admire her for her decisiveness when it comes to her goals.

Cersei slowly walked to get a glass of wine for her Hand. She offered one to Qyburn who took it from her.

"To my goals." She offered a toast and Qyburn drank with her. As soon as she saw him drink it, she stopped midway in drinking her water. "There is something I have been wondering as well, my Lord Hand."

"What is it, Your Grace?"

"What happens to the Mountain if you die? You created him, did you not?"

Qyburn frowned at the type of question Cersei asked. Why ask now?

"He will continue to serve you, my Queen."

"And if I die, will he return his loyalty to you?"

Qyburn frowned once more, but answered nonetheless.

"Yes, I supposed so."

"Hmm, and if I tell him to serve the Starks, will he do it?"

Qyburn's heart started to race upon seeing Cersei's smile at him. There is something wrong with her. This is not the Cersei he knows.

"Who are you?" The woman posing as Cersei smiled at Qyburn. Devious and deadly.

"Why do you look pale, my Lord Hand? You looked like you are out of breath!" And indeed, he is. He started to feel how hard it is to breath. He looked into the wine glass and concluded that she must have poisoned it. "I am sure, with your knowledge, you heard about the Faceless Men, have you not?"

Cersei grabbed him so he will remain sitting on the floor, his back on the wall. She crouched on his level, looking into his eyes as he slowly dies the same way the real Cersei did.

"Y-You are not the queen." Qyburn muttered. It was careless of him when he did nothing even when he suspected that there is something wrong with what the queen is doing. He just put his mind to rest, trusting that Cersei is planning something and this is just the first phase.

Indeed, this is the first phase, but the plan belongs to someone who is not the queen.

"Of course. Cersei will never do something like this to someone she trusts. She will not be sending her forces to help her enemy."

"W-Who are you?"

The fake Cersei smiled at Qyburn, the same devious and deadly smile he witnessed earlier.

"For all the enemies she made, her death is too quick and painless. Physically, that is. But emotionally, I am sure, her soul is restless knowing that she died in such death, with a baby on her belly." Arya removed her face, showing it to Qyburn who's nose is bleeding. His skin turned pale, eyes turned red and his throat is turning into of violet color, signaling the quick spread of the poison. "You are quite lucky, I still have enough poison to kill you. That is one of the rarest poisons in the world. No one can smell it at the first try, that is why you did not notice how there is a poison in your drink."

"Y-You..."

"I have taken interests in your belongings. I might have things I can use. It is quite fascinating. It will be useful when my brother takes the throne."

Qyburn wanted to speak, but no voice came. The poison spreads quickly, affecting his way of speech. It is the end for him.

"You are not part of the list I created, but your death is vital and necessary. Feel free to think that your death will not be in vain as I will use it to the best of my ability in order to give the throne to its rightful heir." Qyburn muttered something before he died. As soon as his body is dead, Arya quickly get to work.

The real plans starts this moment. She will be staging Cersei's death and put the blame on to one of the servants. Revenge has never been sweeter than it is today...

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"Don't you find it strange that all of the sudden, Cersei would want to help in this war?" Sansa stopped looking at the documents at decided to turn her attention to the man who just welcomed himself in her office.

"Her actions and motives are always strange. Something you should not be surprised about." Something you have been doing since the very beginning of this game... She wanted to add but she forced herself to remain quite, as much as she can as she knows it is not the right time to make an upfront action against Baelish.

"You're right. She wants your brother dead - now more than ever."

"Every enemy wants my brother dead. He is a threat to their positions. Sooner or later, once they have dealt with my brother, they will start to deal with Daenrys. Kill her or marry her, either way, all they want is the throne and power." Including you...

"You've learned quite well in reading your enemies' mindsets."

"I've learned from the best." Sansa answered, trying to ensure that her voice remained calm.

Their conversation about Cersei ended and they moved on to other matters such as the wide scale preparation for the upcoming battle. Sansa is trying to manage everything she can. For those who does not want to participate in the upcoming battle against the Night King, they will be transported to a safer place. For those who decided to stay and fight, they will continue to help in training the women and children.

It was an odd decision for Jon to let the children fight, but it was necessary. For the times that Sansa had known Jon, she learned that his actions held meaning behind it. If he opted to have women and children fight, then he must be desperate to win this war.

"My Lady..." Sansa looked at the man calling her. It was Samwell Tarly. "I received a word from Jon. They've started their journey back here in Winterfell." A smile appeared in Sansa's lips. She missed her brother and she is looking forward to meeting the Dragon Queen.

"Then start the preparation. Set up camps for their men to stay in."

Sam nodded, so as Baelish, acting as if he will take responsibility in ordering the men of Vale to follow Sansa's orders.

That won't be for long...

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They have set sail to North. Two ships are carrying the Dragon Glass they mined. Not all of them can finish the weapons. It is quite hard to build weapons for all the army they have.

Jon and Dany stood at the deck, overlooking the sky with six flying dragons wielding their armors. It was a sight to see.

"This is what I saw in my dream." He said.

"The six dragons?"

"Yes. And there's you and I, looking at them as they fly freely in the sky. I wish everything will be as peaceful as this one."

Daenerys took both his hands, squeezing them as she looked into his dark eyes.

"We will win this war. I will not forgive what he did to you and Viserion. He will pay for trying to harm the two of you." Her voice is full of conviction, eager to burn the Night King and all the dead he raised.

Jon nodded and leans forward, capturing her lips. It calms him and his nerves whenever she is beside him where he can feel her warmth.

"Aherm." The two of them stopped upon hearing the cough not too far away. Both of them glared at the dwarf for ruining their moment. "I hate to interrupt but we need the two of you in organizing the troops."

A sigh left Daenerys' lips before nodding. She supposed their moment can wait until they are done organizing everything. After all, they will have to march to Winterfell as soon as they arrive near the Riverlands.

"Who is the current ruler of the Riverlands?" Dany asked. They do not want to have any conflict the moment they arrive. Avoiding delays is the best they can do.

"The youngest son of Walder Frey, I assumed. He was dead, so as his older sons. So, what's left there might be his young children." Tyrion answered. They received the news not too long ago of the affairs of Westeros and that includes who is ruling where.

"Send a word to them. Let them know of our arrival." Jon said. "Given there will be no delays when we arrive in Riverlands, we will march to Winterfell which might take us a few days given how large our armies are. We should also take this chance to get as much food supplies as we can get to feed the men."

"We took the supplies from Highgarden. If that will not be enough, we will be taking a bit of the food supplies from King's Landing." Daenerys stated.

"That is if Cersei will comply."

Jon and Dany shared a look before Jon answered. "I will send a word to King's Landing. So they can send food supplies."

Everyone nods, but there are doubts in their minds whether Cersei will comply or not. They all doubt she will, however, Jon and Dany thinks otherwise. If the one ruling is not Cersei but Arya, then they have nothing to worry about. The only thing they will worry is how Tyrion will react to the news.

The meeting did not take too long. Everyone left as soon as it was finished. Jon went to find Ghost who is disturbed in being cramped in the ship again. He pities his direwolf for enduring so much and at the same time he is thankful for his loyalty. He cannot express how much he is thankful for Ghost for everything he had done, not just for Jon, but for his daughters.

"Let's go find your sisters." Jon said. Ghost followed him above the deck where they saw the three small dragons flying above them. A fresh air will help Ghost calm down. And the sight of the dragons he raised himself calms the direwolf. Granted the dragons are not the same creature as he is, but Ghost must feel some sort of attachments to them. After all, he hunted for them, fed them for months when they were little.

Jon still dreads for this war. He will see his daughters go to war and he fears that he might lose them. He just hopes that they will not die. No, he can't let them die. He must kill the Night King before he and his dead army can hurt their children.

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Jamie heard from townspeople of the Dragon King and Dragon Queen sailing for North. With their armies, nonetheless and their dragons.

"Are you sure the Starks will not kill you the moment you set foot in Winterfell? Wait, I should ask another important question. Will they also kill me?"

Jamie fought the urge to roll his eyes at Bronn's question. Of course he cares is he will die or not. After all, he hasn't received his rewards for the services he rendered.

"They might." Jamie said. "I am going there to keep my promise to fight for the living."

"Jamie the Oathkeeper. Hooray! Now, what are the odds that they will not kill you? Or me? Are you sure this is the right way?"

"If you are concerned about dying because you are with me, why not go back to King's Landing and ask Cersei to give you the castle you want?"

"Good point, but after the Northerners fight their war with the Dead, they will march South with their bloody dragons and burn my castle. I won't have enough time to enjoy everything I worked for. Much better to ally myself with someone stronger. Besides, Tyrion might employ me."

Jamie just shook his head in exasperation with Bronn's straightforwardness. He knew Bronn will be loyal to someone who can pay him more and to someone who is stronger. Even if Jamie wants to deny such statements, he cannot. He knows what the Dragon Queen can do with her army. Even without the dragons, she can command the dothraki horde and thousands of unsullied to fight for her cause. Jamie experienced it firsthand, what it feels like to face them.

And if the Dragon King will join the fray, they will lose. They will be fighting a battle they cannot win. He still cannot believe how much blinded Cersei can be for her not to yield. They are lucky Daenerys did not storm to King's Landing and burned the city to the ground. Had she been as mad as everyone wants to believe her to be, Lannisters will be done for.

With that in mind, the two men continued their journey to North, not knowing what may have in store for them.

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Daenerys dreams of ice. She is back in the North, the real North, surrounded by mountains of ice with no one in sight. She can hear her heart beating as loud as it can, as fast as possible along with her heavy breathing. She questions why she is here but had no time to dwell when she hears the roars of the dragons above.

She almost rejoiced when she saw Rhaegal and Drogon but that was quickly replaced when she saw an ice speak piercing through Drogon's chest. She had no time to process it when the same thing happened with Rhaegal. Both dragons fell, blood splattered all over the ice ground.

Dany finds herself running for her children. Tears started falling down her cheeks as she felt that the two dragons have stopped breathing. She looked around for where the ice spears came from. Up ahead, she saw the Walkers and the Night King, wielding spears on their hands. The Night Walkers looked above, spears pointing to the sky.

When Daenerys followed their line of vision, the other dragons are there.

"No... No..." She muttered to herself, but it was too late. Spears already flew, piercing the four dragons. More blood are splattered on the ground, surrounding Daenerys with nothing but Blood and Ice.

She looked at the Night King with nothing but hatred in her eyes. He killed all of their children, a crime she cannot forgive.

But it appears like the Night King had one more plan to execute. In front of him is Jon, tied and kneeling. Jon and Dany's eyes met. She shook her head as if asking him to fight back, but he is resigned to his fate. Instead, he said one word to her: "Run!"

The Night King smiles at her, a menacing smile as his sword pierces Jon's chest.

"NOOO!"

"NOOO!" Dany screamed, sweating and panting. She can still feel the tears she shed dried on her cheeks. Her eyes quickly examines her surroundings. No mountains of ice and no Night King and his dead army. She is still in her chamber in her ship. Despite the fact that she is inside her ship, she frantically walked to the window, searching for the dragons.

The roars above the dark sky assured her that they are there, within her reach. it assured her that they are still alive and so as Jon. She tried to regain her breathing, but her heart still won't calm down and her mind keeps on reliving the scenes that happened in her dreams. Often dreams are not true, however, she feels inclined to believe it might happen.

Her dreams of Jon came true, it happened. What are the odds that this one won't? She clutches her chest, willing it to go back to normal. The thought of losing her children and Jon is a nightmare she does not want to live.

For years, since the death of her first husband, she came to terms that she is the lone Targaryen in this world, with no relatives, no family except for her children. Yet, now that Jon came to her life, Dany wanted to keep it that way, to keep Jon with her so they can live in peace. Losing him is like losing half of herself. How can she still live should he die?

The knock on the door woke the Dragon Queen from her worst thoughts. With haste, she opened it. Relief is the first thing she felt upon seeing the Dark-eyed King standing in front of her. With no hesitation, she embraced him, feeling his warmth as if a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for his existence.

"Dany? What's wrong?" They went inside her cabin, worry gushing in his eyes as he looked at her state. "I heard your scream." It worried Jon when he vaguely heard her scream. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Daenerys nods then she told him what happened in her dream. It feels too real, as if it will happen and that scares her.

Jon can only embrace her, soothing her worries. "I will not die. We will win this war alive. Do you understand me?" Jon looked into her eyes, telling her to believe in themselves. "We will live. So as our children." Hearing him say this made Dany feel secured and calm. They will be together.

Seeing her like this, Jon feels calm. Calm as he knows she is still a human. People may see her as someone who wields power, someone with temper and someone ruthless, but not everyone knows that inside the strong ruler they knew lies a woman who has her own fears and nightmares. She lost so much, led a life she does not want to, but had no choice but to lead it, to follow it for the sake of living. Jon will do anything in his power to prevent her from suffering anymore.

Jon leans, capturing her lips that can't stop quivering. The kiss is meant to calm her down, and it did, however, the longer it lasts, another kind of feeling started to awaken inside of them.

The kiss deepens, as if both wants to devour each other for as long as they could. The moans have become louder, igniting the desires that the two of them have kept under wraps for as long as they could. Yet, now that they have laid all their fears out, have confided with each other, there's nothing that can stop their desires from overtaking their emotions.

Daenerys' hands wanted to feel his skin, his warmth. Jon feels the same. He started to strip his clothing off until what remains are his pants.

Her eyes cannot help but travel his naked torso. As much as she admires the body that must have been through so much battles that it hardens all of his muscles, she cannot help but stare at the scars that he wields. It is normal for soldiers to wield scars whenever they come back from wars, however, his scars are nowhere near what Daenerys expected it to be.

So many scars on his chest especially on his heart. She knows from first glance that the wound on his chest pierced through his heart. No man should be alive after getting such wound. Then she remembered Ser Davos' words.

"You took a knife to your heart for your people." A tear dropped from her eye as her hands caresses the wounds on his chest.

Jon feels uncomfortable remembering that night. The night he was betrayed, stabbed and killed.

"I did."

"But you survived." Her hands cupped his face as if memorizing every detail that she can.

"I didn't. I died and brought back from the dead."

His words hurt Dany more than she thought it could. As if she was the one getting stabbed. It must have been painful for Jon to go through something as horrible as that. It is not pity that she feels, but simply pain and anger for anyone who had no heart and did such things to him.

"It is over Dany. I am here now." Jon reassures her, kissing her hands.

"No one will hurt you as long as I live." She promises and she will keep it. Dany will do anything in her power to keep Jon safe, to protect him from anyone who will try to hurt him.

"And I to you. We will have each other's backs."

They smile at each other, acknowledging the promise they will keep before kissing each other again. This time, with so much assurance and certainty. Daenerys' nightgown slowly left her shoulders, sliding off her chest until it fell on the floor leaving her naked as the day she was born in front of Jon.

Their kisses became as hot as fire, devouring them. Their hands have started to explore each other's body, memorizing every nook and cranny, all the muscles and tenderness.

Daenerys is no longer a virgin and of the countless sex she experienced before, this is the first time that she felt alive, burning with so much desire that her heart hurts. So much feelings from small touches, from his kisses, everything is different. It is as if her body is on fire, so hot yet still not enough. This is beyond want and desire. This is a need for both of them.

They need each other. Denying such need is no longer an option for either. They have gone past the point of denial.

This is a need that they will fulfill.

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Petyr Baelish grows restless as days pass by judging on how much whispers he mutters in Sansa's ears. Sansa plays her part well, listening to him, feigning ignorance on what his motives are.

She knows what he is after. Power. He will do anything, sacrifice anything just to get what he wants. Knowing Jon, Daenerys and the armies will march North, he steps back, playing the neutral card. After all, he cannot risk himself should they fall suspicious of him.

In two days time, the Dragon King and Queen will arrive. Baelish must be planning on how to approach the Dragon Queen. As that day approaches, Sansa can't help wonder what Daenerys Stormborn is like. She is a Targaryen and even if the North trusts Jon, they will not easily trust someone who was a daughter of the Mad King. The King who burned down the Starks.

Targaryen... A name that leaves fear in people's hearts. Yes, Jon may be a Targaryen, but he grew up in North, his loyalty should still be in North regardless of what his true heritage is. Sansa just hopes that Jon will not forget that.

Sansa lift her head up upon hearing someone knock on the door. It was one of the Maesters.

"My Lady. Word came from our scout. They have seen dragons flying and thousands of armies marching to Winterfell. We believed they will arrive in an hour."

"Thank you, Maester. Please inform the Lords of Houses to assemble to receive them." As soon as the Maester left, Sansa also left her chamber and walked upstairs where she can see the marching army afar.

Littlefinger was there, overlooking the army with a smile she can easily tell the meaning. He desires after this army. He wants it for himself.

The roar above them took their attention. Littlefinger once again is fascinated. His eyes shines like a child who just received a new toy. Sansa cannot help but shake her head. Petyr may have saved her life before, but he also caused more destruction than good. She supposed, saving her is part of his plans.

"Such magnificent creatures." He muttered while looking at the dragons with so much desire.

"Yes, until they open their mouth and burn you alive." Sansa answers back while looking at the dragons above. She had seen Jon's dragons when he introduced them, but the three full grown dragons above is a magnificent sight. Terrifying. One shot of fire from the biggest one can burn one city to the ground.

As Sansa looked at Petyr, she found him looking back at her.

"They are dangerous creatures. Dangerous weapons. Holding such power will likely to turn someone mad. Imagine wielding 6 dragons at your disposal." He speaks as if trying to lull Sansa into believing that her brother, Jon, will turn mad.

Sansa remained silent as she watches how the Northerners stood on the side road, waiting for the army to arrive.

"They still call her Dragon Queen. I supposed she and King Jaehaerys have reached an agreement. Perhaps, marriage? After all, marriage between Targaryens are quite known in our history."

"Is that a bad thing?" She turned towards him, looking directly into his eyes searching for the truth. Or at least part of it given this is LittleFinger she is dealing with.

"No. I supposed that is the best for the Seven Kingdoms. Targaryens ruling over and sitting on the Iron Throne."

Not the best for you. Sansa thought. Getting the answer she wants, she excused herself so she can go down and wait for the arrival of his brother and the Dragon Queen.

Sansa can feel the vibrations in the ground for the horses marching in. Right beside her is Bran, Brienne and Podrick. She clutches her hands, willing herself to stand her ground in meeting the last pure blood Targaryen in the world. She can recognize her, after all, there's not many people who has Silver hair like Targaryens do.

Jon dismounted first before helping the silver haired Queen. Behind them are Ser Davos, a few people Sansa does not recognize, and there's the dwarf who just got off the carriage along side with Lord Varys. Sansa feels a bit of nostalgia seeing her former husband in a situation she never imagined in her wildest dreams.

The Lady of Winterfell does not have enough time to ponder on the past and how hilarious their situation is for Jon and Daenerys are now standing in front of them. She received a kiss on the cheek from Jon and a hug, so as Bran.

"Sansa, I'd like to introduce to you, Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen." It did not get past her ears how Jon called her Queen. She just hoped he did not bend the knee for her.

"It is my utmost pleasure to meet you, Your Grace." There's conflicting feelings inside Sansa that she cannot quite explain. Seeing Daenerys up close is different. Daenerys feels different than Cersei. She radiates an aura of power, yet there's warmth in her eyes, pure yet deadly.

"I heard so much about you from Jon. You are as beautiful as the rumors said." While courtesies such as these are customary for nobles, Sansa can feel sincerity in her voice, honesty and she is quite surprised that the Dragon Queen did not put airs on her. Meeting with Royalties had taught Sansa to be vigilant, to look for something she might use against them for she does not know when they will do something against her and her family, yet, Daenerys is different.

"And you are as beautiful as they said, Your Grace." They shared a smile, hesitant, but a smile nonetheless.

"Why don't we get settled inside where it's warm? We have much to do to ensure the army is settled in." Jon said and they all abide to his word. He personally led Daenerys to her chamber, the chamber right next to his. When Sansa offered the room of the late Lord Ned Stark to her, she simply refused.

"It is not right for me to take the room on the Lord and Lady of Winterfell. I am a guest. Whatever chamber you have to offer, I will take it."

Sansa secretly wanted her to take the room, so she may have a reason to dislike her, yet she did not, which makes disliking her very hard to do.

Helping the armies settle in the camps are quite a task that Jon and Sansa must oversee together. It is a good thing that Sansa did a fantastic job preparing for the armies that they brought from Dragonstone.

"I assigned most of the task to some of our people to help the new armies settle in. It will not be an easy task, but at least we will have more helping hands to finish the construction of the weapons." She said while they are walking back to the castle.

"You did well in managing everything here on your own."

"Arya helped. Although we had some lords from the lesser houses question your decisions in bringing a Targaryen in the North with her armies."

"I expected as much. Northerners are not known to be warm and welcoming people, especially to outsiders." Jon said, resigned to the truth. "They don't know her yet, so I hope that the least they can do is to know her better."

"Some people are afraid of her - "

"Because she is the Mad King's daughter?" Jon interrupted. "People should not judge someone because of their parentage. I supposed, in everyone's hearts, they also hold doubts about me as my parents had stirred one of the biggest wars in the history." His voice is sad, somber. His eyes reflects how he accepts the truth and is trying to live with it.

His words held some truth in them and Sansa cannot deny it.

"You are still one of us. They held you King in the North."

"Do you doubt Daenerys?" he asked directly that took Sansa by a surprise with how bold the question is. It may have been just several weeks that Jon is away, but Sansa can feel how much he had changed.

"Yes. Part of me cannot forgive what her father did to our Grandfather and Uncle."

"Do not worry, I can't forgive it either, but she is not her father. God knows how much I hate the fact that that man is my grandfather." There is a distaste in his voice, resenting the fact that he is the Mad King's grandson. "Do you fear her because of it?"

People will fear those who have the power. What Daenerys has in her hands are power to destroy anything she wants and desires. Dragons are feared anywhere, let it be the beast or the human.

When Sansa did not answer, Jon took the chance to say something.

"I do fear the power and what it can do once abused. Anyone should be afraid. Fire and Blood." Jon looks up above where the dragons are flying. "I would have feared her and her power had it not been for the daughters I had. I can understand how people look at them as monsters, but for us, they are our children."

It is foreign to her how Jon can talk like this, but Sansa supposed that she did not really know Jon that much. She spent most of her childhood hating him, shunning him like an outsider. She regretted it, but she cannot bring back the past.

"Give her a chance. She is not who you think she is."

Sansa nods before bringing up another subject that she wants to tell Jon.

"Lord Baelish may try something against you."

This is no surprise at all as everyone knows the man is as cunning as they thought, or more than they thought. Greedy and a tempter.

"He will be dealt with once everything is over. He will pay the price for the crimes he committed." Jon promised and Sansa cannot wait until that happens.

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Jon made sure that his window is open should his daughters decide to visit him. Although they are small enough to get inside the castle, they still like to be outside with the other three dragons.

When it was time for dinner where the lords and ladies of the houses are gathered in the hall. The dinner should be a feast for the return of their King, however, the Northerners are as silent as they can, talking amongst themselves, whispering while looking at the Targaryen woman beside Jon. The hostility is quite clear, something Daenerys should be prepared for.

Jon had warned her about Northerner's attitude towards outsiders. She keeps on reminding herself that they don't know her yet.

"I beg your pardon, Your Grace." Someone raised his arm and stood up. It was Lord Glover. Jon has an inkling feeling that what he will say is not good but it is his duty to listen to his people, so he nodded, letting the man speak for himself. "We are happy that you came back alive and well. There is nothing but celebration in our hearts - the Northerner's hearts - the joy of seeing our King return. Yet, we did not account for your return to include a Southern woman."

Everyone fell silent at what this man said. Jon's face turned grim upon Lord Glover's tone.

"Mad King's Daughter. We can't help but reminisce how her father burned the late Lord Rickard Stark and Lord Brandon Stark."

Many whispered to themselves once again as they were reminded who this woman is in front of them and how her father burned people alive.

"If I may Lord - "

"Lord Glover." Jon whispered to Daenerys.

"Lord Glover. Indeed, my father burned was a Mad King and his sins cannot be forgiven. It is forever engraved in the history, something I cannot erase, however, I am not my father. His sins are not my sins, but on behalf of House Targaryen, I ask all of you for forgiveness and not to judge the daughter for the sins her father committed."

"The Targaryens are mad men! They will bring doom to everyone!" Someone from the back shouted and not too long after that, some people have started to shout insults at Daenerys and the Targaryen household.

"Silence!" He shouted and everyone did. He looked at everyone, unimpressed at the behavior they displayed. Before he can say anything, a roar was heard coming from the outside, startling everyone. Followed by the roars, Jon's three dragons came flying in.

Most people gasped in surprise upon seeing the three small dragons. They are no longer the small dragons the North remembered as. They have grown several sizes than the last time they were here. Their presence is a reminder that Jon is not just a Wolf, but also a Dragon. Northerners tried to push the thought away - that the current King in the North is a Targaryen. It may have sat well in their hearts if he is a bastard, they can blame Rhaegar for it, however, he is not. He is the heir to the throne and even if he is a Wolf since he was a child, he is now a Dragon.

Rhaea the Golden Dragon had taken the liberty to stand behind Jon as she silently surveys the people around while Daena is stayed with Daenerys' side. Vaera landed on Ghost's side as she bares her teeth at everyone.

Jon stood up from his seat to address the people in the hall.

"I asked for her help to fight the war with the Night King and the least all of you can do is show her the same respect as what I have given to her. By insulting her in front of me, you are outright insulting me as well. We cannot afford to squabble like children. We do not have time to dwell on the pasts for what we need is to worry how we can survive tomorrow."

None of the people inside have uttered anything in response. They must have felt ashamed for their behavior, as they should.

"You accused her for the sins her father committed. Let me ask you, have I done the same for the houses that turned against us when we need them the most? When House Stark is in dire state and needs their help? When we reminded these houses where their allegiance are yet chose to side differently?"

Jon hates it to be reminded how many Lords of the houses betrayed them. It is a painful reminder how anyone can just betray you at anytime.

"If I may, Your Graces." Ser Davos spoke. "Have you ever wonder why the Dragon Queen have not stormed off King's Landing? With her army and her three dragons, taking back King's Landing is as easy as lifting her finger. She could have stormed to King's Landing and take back the throne, yet she didn't. Why? Because despite whoever sits on that Iron Throne, King's Landing is still full of innocent people, women, elderly and children, striving for their lives."

Everyone was not able to utter a word of refute to what Ser Davos said. They cannot continue to use the leverage that she is the Mad King's daughter anymore.

Dany is thankful for Ser Davos support and Jon's as well. At least, this way, the Northerners cannot openly disagree her presence in the North.

"I know I am not the best person to say this and appeal to everyone in the North, what with the House I came from." Tyrion started, staring at everyone's eyes, gauging how they will react to his interference. "Yes, she is the Mad King's daughter, but it does not define who she is. She freed the slaves in Meeren, she had surmounted many trials in her life as she believed that the Seven Kingdoms is where she belongs. With her army. she could very well refuse to acknowledge Jon's claim to the Iron Throne." He paused, looking at people's eyes, daring them to say anything at all, but no one did so he continued.

"With her armies and her dragons, she can fight for the Iron Throne. Cersei does not stand a chance against her army, yet here she is. Half a world away, fighting a war that can very well get her killed. Now if all her actions spoke of someone who is mad, then tell us your basis as to why she is mad."

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After the gathering at dinner, everyone steered clear of Daenerys. They might not want to admit it, but they are quite ashamed, doubting their primary beliefs about the Targaryen woman Jon brought back.

"I told you. Northerners are not welcoming to outsiders." Jon told her when they were alone in her room.

"Yes. I am well aware of that."

There was silence before Jon remembered something he wants to ask for a long time now.

"Tyrion was right. With your army, you could have taken the King's Landing and sit on the Iron Throne, becoming the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, you didn't. You could have told me that you want the Iron Throne, after all, even in an all out fight, what I have is nothing against you."

When Daenerys told Jon that the Seven Kingdoms need their King, it is already a proclamation that she wants him to claim his right to the throne, to accept it. Yes, if they go by heritage, he has the strongest claim to the throne, yet, he does not have enough manpower to fight against Daenerys' army and her dragons. She will win no matter what Jon will do. Rightful claims be damned, he and his army will be dead before he can claim anything at all.

Despite her advantages, Daenerys chose to step aside and let him claim the right to be the King of Seven Kingdoms.

"You're right. I could have done that. Many times I asked myself why did I acknowledge your right to the throne? Why did I acknowledge you as King when it could very well put all the efforts I did all my life? All my life, my brother Viserys will tell me about the Seven Kingdoms. About our rights, about what should have been ours. Because the Iron Throne belongs to our House."

She can still remember Viserys' voice, whispering to her about his desires to take back what are theirs.

"I've always told him, I want to go home. But where is home? I can't answer that. Was it Dragonstone where I was born? Was it the noblemen's mansions where we were kept like prisoners? Years, I tried to search for a true home and I think I found it. My home is with my children. My home is with you. You don't know how much relieved I was when I found out that I am not alone anymore. That I am not the last Targaryen."

Jon can feel her sorrows and it pains him that he cannot do anything to wash everything away. To erase it. He wished he could have done something like that, but he cannot for she also cannot wash the sorrows he went through.

Both of them have been through so much in their lives and everything that happened brought them back here where they should be.

In each other's arms.

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AN: Ok, I was supposed to post this last Wednesday, but I got drunk and was busy as hell so here it is. Whew! If you all wanna throttle the writers of GOT, lemme know. I will join you. LMAO (joke, but not really)