A/N: Hi, I'm truly sorry for making you wait so long for so little. My only excuse is that first, I found it very hard to decide what to do with the rest of the story and second, my life has gone pretty chaotic lately. I took my university entrance exam, got reunited with all my old friends and my dear darling boyfriend. I rarely had time to sit infront of the computer what with work and people and school stuff and when I did, I found that I couldn't decide where to go. So, I decided to end it, before it got too complicated, before it got even harder. I did this so I didn't have to force myself through the story that later on, becomes (as you know) far more complex. I'm sorry if this is in anyway a dissapointment but I truly believe that I've done my very best. Thank you all for your support and comments, this was my first real try at fanfiction and I couldn't have asked for more. I hope, that even though this story is coming to such an abrupt end, you can appreciate the reasoning behind it and still enjoy it just as much.

It hurt him to hear her cry like this. But a decision had been made. He knew it was the right thing to do, not only for himself but for her too. They would never let them be. The bastard of Winterfell and the dragon princess. He knew, he would never love another as he loved her. But going where he was, he had no need to. Remembering her, what he had would be enough to serve him for a lifetime. By going, he was keeping her safe from all the pain, all the dirty looks that she would get for being with him. They were no longer children and he had to be practical. What would they do know, announce their engagement? Get married? Have children? Even if the high Lords thought it fit for a Targaryen to marry a bastard, he was sure they wouldn't want her to bear children. He didn't know what would happen if people found out but he knew it couldn't be good. He tried to explain all this to her but she didn't seem to listen so he just held her in his arms. When her tears had tried, they were sitting in the godswood, Dany laying on Jon's lap, Jon playing with her silky, silver curls. I'm doing this for us Dany, you'll see, it'll be better this way he thought to himself I promise, it'll be better. They spent the day avoiding the subject, delaying it as far as it could be delayed. He could see from the look in her eyes that she was hurt but also, that she still had hope. He hadn't told her he still meant to leave but he hadn't told her that he would stay either. Her actions had the air of a farewell, a kind of peace making and acceptance. She looked up at him, her eyes still a little red and said "I wish you would say you'll stay Jon."

"It's not my decision to change Dany Dragon. Lady Catelyn won't let me be here even if I wanted to."

Dany sighed, "Just try Jon, that's all I want. Just try."

"Fine, I'll try." he said as the sun set behind the great walls. He waited until the shadows had crept all around them before standing up "I'll go now." he said as she stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him. He felt a great rush of warmth spread through him as their lips met. He felt helpless in her arms. He pulled away. Every moment he spent with her broke his resolve a little bit more. He left her in the godswood and went. Not knowing if he was doing the right thing, not knowing what would happen next.

The next morning, Dany was woken by the clatter and clang of men readying themselves for the hunt. She got dressed and went to find Jon, anxious to find out what had happened the night before. As she stepped out of her room, she heard a faint crunch from under her feet. She knealt down to pick up the parchment. She read through the letter, her eyes welling up, heart pounding at every word of the familiar script. She felt dizzy, a sense of panic engulfing her. She ran to the stables, an emty stall realising her fear. The letter lay on the ground, it's final words clearly visible,

"I love you Dany Dragon, goodbye."