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. Their love takes them both by surprise. The two remaining Targaryens marry and dream that one day soon they will bring an heir into the world. Jonerys! pregnancy and smut and fluff .

Disclaimer: I do not own "Game of Thrones" or "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R. R. Martin

Ours is the Song of Ice and Fire by Tonitrus

Chapter 5

Daenerys sat at her small council meeting. It was midday. Jon sat to her right and Tyrion to her left. Lord Varys was seated beside Tyrion. There was also Grey Worm and Ser Jorah. Sam was in attendance as well and, of course, Missendei. Dany tried her best to be patient and listen to everyone's ideas. Unfortunately she was distracted; she was drowsy and her back was aching. Maybe she had slept on it wrong.

"Thank you, friends," the queen intoned once all had spoken. "I will think on your advice and make a decision in the coming days. Will there be anything else?" Daenerys looked over at Tyrion Lannister, the Hand of the Queen. The imp put down his cup of wine.

"That was everything on our agenda, my queen," he replied. Dany nodded, grateful that there was nothing more to discuss.

"In that case, you are dismissed," she said, standing. Everyone else began to rise from their seats as well. Suddenly, her vision blurred. Daenerys wavered on her feet. There were gasps all around the room. Then Dany felt strong hands grip her shoulders, steadying her. Her blurry vision returned to normal. She turned and looked into Jon's brown eyes. He looked worried.

"Are you alright, Daenerys?" Jon asked quietly. She nodded.

"I'm fine."

The king slowly let go of her shoulders and then moved to stand next to her, watching his wife closely. Dany looked up and saw many more worried faces.

"Your grace, are you certain? You could see a maester," Missendei pressed.

"I am well, there is no need," Daenerys insisted. Reluctantly, her advisors began to depart.

Dany held Jon's arm as they walked down the palace halls. She was very happy to have him back in King's Landing. Her lover had returned home to Winterfell for about a month. Daenerys had missed him terribly. For whatever reason, it never got easier. They were the last dragons, he was her blood – maybe that was why she couldn't stand to be apart from him.

"Are you tired today?" Jon spoke quietly to keep their conversation private. Her Queensguard walked in front of them and behind. He knew she never wanted to appear weak. Dany smiled at him and shook her head 'no'. "Liar," Jon whispered. Daenerys tried to hide her grin. It wasn't fair that she couldn't keep anything from him.

"I'm fine, I just can't seem to get enough rest," Dany whispered back. Jon shook his head.

"That doesn't make sense, Dany. You're sleeping more than usual, lately," the king replied. Daenerys knew that he was right. He had been letting her sleep in a lot. She would have to put an end to that. A queen shouldn't lie around all day.

"Don't worry about me," Daenerys said, squeezing her husband's arm.

They were almost to the royal chambers. Then her vision blurred again. Dany missed a step but Jon caught her almost immediately. For some reason she was seeing dark spots. Her body was going limp. She heard her husband yelling her name, yelling for a maester. Dany couldn't see him but she could feel his arms around her. She knew she was safe. Then she lost consciousness.

She dreamed of Winterfell, of falling in love with Jon there as the months passed. Daenerys had been full of dread as every day brought them closer to the final battle. But somehow she had also felt happy, nervous and excited about her budding relationship with her betrothed. Not only was Jon Snow a good man, he was a brave leader and a fierce warrior as well. Dany had seen him in battle now and she was very impressed. The stories about his military prowess were indeed true.

Daenerys had destroyed many enemies since her arrival in Westeros, including Yuron Greyjoy and his navy. And, with Jon's help, she had taken the ultimate prize – King's Landing. Cersei Lannister was dead. The false maester, Qyburn, and his sickly creation were also disposed of. Littlefinger, too. Now there was only one more real threat remaining – the undead beyond the Wall. Jon had done battle with them before and lived. Maybe together the two of them stood a chance. She desperately hoped so.

That first kiss with Jon a few months ago had awoken something in Daenerys. And once they returned victorious from King's Landing they became nearly inseparable. She remembered sneaking around Winterfell with Jon in those weeks before the last battle, wrapped in his arms, tasting his lips and his tongue, feeling his hands on her.

Dany had been doing her best to keep their courtship private as they prepared for war, but it wasn't easy. It was difficult to get away from their family, friends, and advisors let alone the servants and the guards. Especially when everyone knew that they were promised. Whenever they did get a moment alone, it left Daenerys gasping for breath and desperately wanting more. She was not alone.

One evening, Dany snuck out of her chambers and knocked on Jon's door. He looked both excited and afraid when he saw her standing in the hall. Jon quickly pulled her inside. The king kissed her as soon as the door was shut. Dany sighed as his hands slid into her silky, blonde hair. Jon held her close as their tongues dueled.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered when they broke apart.

"I'm kissing you goodnight, my king," she whispered back.

Dany captured Jon's mouth again. It had been too long since she had been in his arms. She missed him. The northerner didn't seem to mind at all as she kissed him hard and explored his chest with her hands. There was just his linen shirt between Dany's fingertips and Jon's warm skin. The king moaned in between kisses while she eagerly mapped out his muscles.

Daenerys wanted more of Jon. His hungry kisses and roaming hands left her full of desire and longing. She was not an innocent maid. Dany had spent many nights fantasizing about what Jon looked would look like without all those heavy clothes. About how it would feel to lie with him. Dany hadn't lain with a man since she had left Meereen. Sometimes she touched herself and imagined that it was Jon making her cum.

The king squeezed Dany's hips, making her moan into his mouth. He had learned quickly from their stolen kisses, it seemed. She liked his confidence. Holding her close, Jon tasted her sweet lips while his hands slowly traced the curves of her petite frame. Dany leaned into his embrace, so grateful that she was able to steal some time alone with her betrothed.

"Jon…" she whispered breathlessly. His kisses would be the death of her.

Jon pulled back and gently brushed her bottom lip with his thumb. Daenerys looked up at him. The way the eldest Stark was looking at her threatened to make the queen blush. When he kissed her again, it was wild and unrestrained. One of her hands was resting on Jon's chest and Dany could feel his heart pounding. She wanted to devour him and let him devour her.

"Let me stay the night, my king," Daenerys murmured when they broke apart. Jon stared at her, taken aback.

"Dany, we can't, he replied, releasing her and taking a step back. Dany raised her eyebrows at him.

"Why not? Are we not to be husband and wife?" She demanded, longing to touch more of him. Jon nodded.

"Yes, Daenerys, we are," he replied, "and I will happily spend every night with you – starting on our wedding night."

Daenerys pondered this. She remembered what was north of the Wall and wondered if they would even make it to their wedding night. The royal wedding was supposed to take place after her coronation. Daenerys would take the Iron Throne and then take a husband. But first there was a war to win.

"Jon, please…" she whispered. He kissed her gently in response.

"Let me do this the right way. You deserve that much. You are a queen marrying a bastard, after all," Jon said.

"A queen marrying a king," Dany corrected him. "Do you still think that you are not worthy of me?"

She left his room and returned to her bed only to lie awake all night.

Her dream shifted. Daenerys was walking down the hallways of Winterfell. She arrived at a door and knocked.

"Enter," a voice said. Dany opened the door and stepped inside. Brandon Stark was seating by the window. He bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you for coming, queen Daenerys," Bran said. Dany nodded.

"Of course," she replied. "Did you have a vision? Did you see the Night King?" Dany asked. Jon's little brother had already been able to teach her a great deal about the enemy from what he saw. His ability was a gift from the gods. There was another knock at the door. This time Jon entered the room. The betrothed couple looked at each other quizzically, each surprised to see the other.

"No," Bran said, "I did not see the Night King. But I had a vision about a year ago when I was still beyond the Wall - before I arrived at Winterfell - and I think that it may be time to share it with you."

"What did you see?" Jon asked. Dany shifted uncomfortably, wondering what the youngest Stark had been keeping from him and why. She was also still wondering why she had been summoned. Daenerys glanced over at Jon. He looked apprehensive.

"I saw your birth," Bran replied, "I saw your mother, Jon."

"You saw my mother? Why didn't you tell me this before?" Jon demanded. The three-eyed raven sighed.

"I'm sorry, Jon. I wasn't sure if I should tell you the truth."

"What truth?" The king pressed. Daenerys held her breath as she braced herself for whatever they were about to hear.

"Your father is not Eddard Stark," Bran said sadly. Jon looked completely taken aback. A tense silence hung in the room.

"Are you sure?" He asked at last. Dany had never seen him look so sad. Bran nodded. "So I was never a Stark at all…"

"No. You are a Stark," Bran said. The king was staring at him.

"But how…?"

"Lyanna Stark is your mother." Jon frowned, trying to process this. Daenerys had heard stories about Lyanna Stark before. She heard that Lord Eddard's sister had been a great beauty. Beautiful enough to make Dany's elder brother stray.

"Aunt Lyanna was my mother all along…" Jon murmured. "Why did no one tell me?"

"She died giving birth to you," Bran said. "Before she died, Lyanna made father promise to keep you safe. To tell no one who you are. So he raised you as his own and took the secret to his grave."

"Then who is my father?" The king asked. Bran turned slowly and looked at Daenerys. It dawned on her suddenly. Her heart skipped a beat. No, it couldn't be…

"Your father is Raegar Targaryen."

For a while Jon stared at the three-eyed raven, lost for words.

"That's not possible," he said. Daenerys was looking at the king as though she was seeing him for the first time. She thought after she lost Viserys that she was alone. The last Targaryen. But Dany was not alone anymore.

"It is possible. They fell in love and they ran away together. Then Raegar died at the Trident and Lyanna died giving birth to you. In the Tower of Joy where he hid her away. No one knew of your existence except for father. He told everyone you were someone you're not to keep you alive."

"Why speak up now?" Jon asked tersely.

"You've always wanted to know who your mother was," Bran replied. "I wanted to tell you. I kept it from you until now because I didn't want to hurt you, Jon…but I have realized that you need to know who you are. You are the son of a prince and a noblewoman. You are Raegar's only surviving heir. In the Targaryen line, you are a successor to the Iron Throne."

"I…I don't want…" Jon spluttered.

"I know. You never wanted any of this. But you need to understand – you're not a lowly bastard, Jon, you are the blood of the dragon." Bran said.

"Like me," Daenerys murmured. Jon and Bran looked over at her.

"Yes," the three eyed raven replied, "the two of you are the last dragons. I thought you both deserved to know. And I think that if you keep working together, you can win this war."

Dany found herself gazing into Jon's dark, brown eyes. She was still in shock but the queen was starting to feel tingles of excitement.

"You're my family, Jon," she said happily. It felt surreal.

"Dany," he whispered hoarsely. The king didn't know what to say.

"I believe that you were destined to meet," Bran interjected. "My visions have shown me how your lives have paralleled one another. How you have both risen to greatness. And now, together, you could save the Seven Kingdoms. You have a chance to continue the Targaryen line."

Jon blushed at that. Daenerys felt relieved. He couldn't see himself as below her anymore. Not now that Jon knew who he really was. There could be no better match for the dragon queen than another dragon. She wanted to kiss him.

"I don't think the Night King stands a chance against the two of you. Yours is the song of ice and fire." The three eyed raven said, smiling knowingly.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading chapter 5! Please review! :) I really appreciate all your comments, compliments, and advice! 3 Stay tuned for some big things in the next chapter! -Tonitrus