This is a story I decided to try to give a go. It will most likely not follow things exactly, but will take elements. I in no way own Game of Thrones or A Song of Fire and Ice.

Sometimes life plays tricks on you, and sometimes the things you least expect make the utmost sense. How else would anyone understand a Targaryen child being brought up and raised by the Stark children and a bastard child who never asked to be treated as such. And perhaps it was her family's legacy and his being a bastard that brought upon the strong bond that no one would dare break – even if it caused worry. The king did not wish for her to be kept alive, but Ned could not find it in himself to murder a newborn just because of what her family had done. The daughter of the mad king, but she did not know this – she knew nothing of the world that she was being brought into.

However, Robert Baratheon saw her as something different, perhaps a threat? Or perhaps the king feared that their was madness in her. Nevertheless, Ned Stark vowed to raise her and if there were any signs of madness within her he would deal with it.

Daenerys was a rather curious child growing up in Winterfell, and she found herself wanting to spend more times playing with Robb and Jon (who in her earliest years believed were her brothers) then sitting inside. She did not truly understand why she was often scolded and told to do her needlework as she yearned to be outside playing with her ';brothers'. It was something that amused her greatly as she grew older and saw Arya acting very much the same way, but perhaps a little more so than Daenerys ever had.

Growing up alongside the children of Eddard Stark, Daenerys was not blind to the friction that stood out over one particular child. Jon Snow did not ask to be a bastard child, but that was exactly what he was. While Jon was raised alongside his father's legitimate children, that was something that Catelyn Stark would never see him as. As she often doted on Dany as she grew, it was clear to see that being a ward of the Stark was something very much more acceptable in her eyes then being a bastard child of her husband. Perhaps this was one of the many reasons that as she aged Dany chose the company of Jon above all others.

They could spend hours together talking or even just being silent, but there was something about one another presence that made every day a little easier. And the shared looks they often exchanged was something neither of them could quite explain or truly understand. Of course, Theon Greyjoy another ward of the Stark's could not help but make slewed remarks whenever he himself had been one to catch the looks between the two others. However, perhaps it was the innocence of the looks, and the laughter, and even the remarks that made the young adults of Winterfell forget that things could change in the matter of minutes.

Daenerys watched from afar as Bran tried his hardest to make the target, the faint laughter of Jon and Robb heard and her ward Lord Stark asking which one of them was marksmen at Bran's age. A small smile appeared on her face at this – and for a moment she found herself closing her eyes to remember back to those days. One particular memory standing out to her the most, something that always haunted her when she found herself lost in the eyes of Jon Snow. They had been mere children and she had been injured – of course it was very minor. However, Jon still fretted over her and she in that moment told him one day they would marry. It was something she knew was only a playful comment for they were older now and things did not always work out that way.

She had not known how long she had been daydreaming in that moment, but when she opened her eyes she found herself staring upon Lady Stark as she gazed down at Jon. She would never quite understand her feelings towards him, but perhaps that was because Dany never truly understood her own feelings towards her best friend. However, she knew that the distaste that Lady Stark held for Jon Snow was often something all could sense and it broke her heart for the boy.

Going on her way, Dany would later find herself hidden in Jon's room waiting for his return. Of course as often as she snuck into his room, Jon often found himself surprised by her.

"What is that?" she asked softly as Jon walked into his room holding a small pup.

Quickly turning to her voice, Jon shook his head, Dany, you shouldn't be in here. She'll be fur-,"

Shaking her head, Dany approached him and placed her finger to his lips as she brought her other hand up to scratch the head of the pup, "Where did you get him?"

"We found them in the woods. It's a direwolf," he told her softly, "Their mother was dead and I suggested to father that they take the five and he give them to his legitimate children."

Tilting her head, she scooped the pup from his arms and nuzzled it against her, "Jon-,"

"I found him after. The rut of the litter," he smiled at her, "Ghost."

"Ghost," she repeated softly as she lifted him up to look at his face, "I think it fits."

"I'm surprised he's letting you touch him. When Bran and Arya tried he would not have it."

Dany smiled at her friend, "It's because he knows we'll marry one day," she said teasingly, the memories from earlier still upon her mind, "Do you remember when I told you that?"

He did, but he chose to shake his head, "I do not recall a time in which you said that to me."

Frowning slightly, she placed Ghost on the floor, "We had been children, but it was a silly thing of me to bring up. There are five more?" Jon nodded, "Then I must go bother them to see what the others have named them."

As Dany went to leave, Jon's gazed followed her, "if there had been another. If there had been a seventh, I would have given her to you."

Smiling at him as she opened the door, Dany nodded at him, "I know."

A/N: Should I continue?