Summary: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen and their armies have defeated the Night King and his army of undead. The White Wolf and the Mother of Dragons realize they have a connection that goes beyond blood. Cersei, Qyburn, Littlefinger and Yuron Greyjoy are dead. Yara rules the Iron Islands, Jon Snow is King in the North, Sansa is the Lady of Winterfell, and Daenerys sits on the Iron Throne.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Game of Thrones" or "A Song of Ice and Fire"

Ours is the Song of Ice and Fire by Tonitus

Chapter 1

Daenerys Targaryen left the throne room as the sun was setting, Tyrion and Missendei by her side, flanked by her Queensguard. The few lords and ladies remaining bowed deeply as she passed. Daenerys hated feeling anxious. She had been distracted that day, restless while presiding over her royal court, her mind elsewhere. Her advisors were a blessing – they had done most of the work for her.

Dany was still lost in thought when suddenly they arrived at her private chambers within the Red Keep. It was there that Tyrion excused himself for the evening. Then he hesitated and said,

"Don't worry, your grace, he'll be here soon." He smiled at her reassuringly and somehow she managed a quavering smile back.

"Thank you, Tyrion. I'm sure you're right." She said, trying to hide her unease. The Hand of the Queen bowed low and then departed.

Inside her bedchamber Daenerys paced back and forth. Missandei sat perched on the edge of one of the cushioned couches, watching her, her brow furrowed in concern.

"Your grace, Lord Tyrion is right – I'm sure he'll arrive any minute," she said. Dany nodded distractedly and continued to pace.

"Perhaps it would be better if you sat down?" the translator offered. The queen didn't seem to hear her. Missendei chewed her lip nervously. She had never known Daenerys to be distracted and anxious. Then again, Missendei had also never seen her queen be truly in love before. This was new and different.

"What about wine, can I get you some wine?" The advisor stood, making her way over to a wine flagon that was resting on a small table. Just then there was a loud knock at the door. Daenerys stopped pacing.

"Enter!" She called.

Grey Worm opened the door to her chambers and bowed deeply. Missendei could've sworn he was holding back a smile when he stood up.

"My queen, your husband has returned," he said.

Daenerys let out a long breath. Then she picked up her skirts and rushed past him out into the hall. The guards stationed outside of her door hurried after her as she half walked, half jogged toward the entrance to the Red Keep. Missendei trailed behind with Grey Worm, full of relief. She took his arm when he offered it.

"Thank the gods." The translator breathed. "She's been inconsolable."

Daenerys stopped in her tracks when she saw the large, main gate start to open. She willed it to move faster. Suddenly she saw a blur of white fur and two glowing, red eyes. Ghost was staring up at her, whining softly, wagging his tail.

"Ghost!" She said happily, and offered her hand for the Direwolf to smell and lick. She scratched the top of his head with the other.

"He missed you," a voice said. Daenerys felt her heart skip a beat. She looked up and found herself staring into the dark eyes of the only other living Targaryen. Her husband's eyes. Jon's eyes.

"Jon," Dany whispered. He had only been gone for a couple of months but to her it felt like an eternity. It was hard waking up alone every morning and going to sleep alone every night – especially after the wonderful wedding and honeymoon they had recently shared. The Dragon Queen found herself running into her king's waiting arms. For once she didn't care that there were guards and others watching.

"Daenerys," Jon replied, holding his wife tightly for a few more moments before he let her go. "I must have worried you – I'm sorry," he said. Dany had never been so happy to see his face and hear his voice. She wanted so badly to kiss him right then and there. Instead she cleared her throat and said,

"I forgive you, my king, but just this once."

Then the two were arm in arm, walking back down the hallways towards the royal chambers, talking animatedly as they caught up with each other. They were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't notice Missendei and Grey Worm bowing and excusing themselves. Missendei was smiling happily as she left her queen for the evening and headed towards her quarters. All was right in the world again.

Jon locked the door to their private chambers behind them. They were alone. He barely had time to shed his thick, fur-lined cloak before Daenerys threw her arms around his neck and stood up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his in a hungry kiss. Jon embraced her, returning her kiss with the same hunger. Being away from Dany had not been easy for him.

His heartbeat sped up as his tongue tasted hers and her small, delicate hands roamed over his chest and between his legs. Somehow their clothes were coming off. Then her bare breasts were pressed against his muscled chest, her hands in his hair, their tongues still dancing. She was fire made flesh. Jon had dreamed of having her back in his arms like this for many nights since he departed King's Landing.

The King in the North gathered his queen into his arms and carried her towards their bed. Daenerys stiffened in his arms suddenly as if she was afraid. Jon stopped, standing at the foot of their bed, still cradling her small frame. He looked down at his bride, searching her eyes.

"What is it?" He asked softly. Daenerys met his gaze, looking uncertain.

"Do you think this time…?" she murmured.

"This time what, my queen?" he said.

"Do you think this time, maybe…I could get with child?" Dany looked fearful as she gazed into Jon's dark eyes. She had hoped that after their wedding night and extended honeymoon they would conceive. But in the back of her mind Daenerys remembered what she had been told once – that she might never again carry a child. Maybe things were different now that she had fulfilled her destiny – maybe not.

Jon kissed her tenderly and laid her down on the bed, covering her smaller body with his. He still felt the heat between them, the electricity when their skin touched, the same urge to pleasure her and protect her and love her that he had felt within days of meeting his would-be wife for the first time. They were soulmates, Jon had decided, and everything he had experienced with Daenerys Targaryen since they first met only proved that. It was more than blood and even more than love that bound them together.

"Yes," Jon said, breaking the sweet kiss, "I think you could." He leaned down and kissed her neck, her collarbone, and then the swell of each breast. Dany felt her back arch off of the bed in response, her desire building. Jon moved from her bosom down to her stomach. He kissed her there. Then he caught her eyes.

"Let's try," he murmured.

Daenerys smiled at him. The Silver Queen felt safe for the first time in months. She had missed Jon so much. It was a feeling she wasn't used to. But they were together again now. And maybe…maybe this time…

Dany surrendered to her husband happily, losing herself in the pleasure and intimacy she had been so desperately missing. She let him take her how he wanted, giving him full control. All her worries disappeared and she was one with Jon again. The rest of the world did not exist.

Later, as she lay across his chest, Daenerys found herself wondering again if she'd ever carry another child. She silently offered a prayer to the gods, begging them to let her womb quicken again. The Iron Throne, the Seven Kingdoms, her dragons – she would give it all up to have a child with Jon Snow. Dany had never known anything quite like this sharp, painful longing.

'I must be in love' she thought to herself, 'fool that I am' and she slipped into the world of dreams.

To be continued…

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review! This story will be mostly about Jon and Daenerys being married – there will be smut. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! - Tonitrus