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"Taking in that there are no disturbances on their route, the Dothraki and the Unsullied shall arrive at the Kings' Road in the next few days, and if we have estimated correctly, we should reach there in similar time."

Jon took in Tyrions' information, nodding and analysing what their next move would be. The conference room on the ship was lacking in terms of space, with the large wooden table with all kinds of maps and documents scattered over it's surface taking up a vast proportion of the room. But it could house the significant subjects on the vessel inside, so it would suffice for the time. The sun shone weakly from behind the clouds, casting a stream of light into the room from the back window.

"We'll meet them there, and march together to Winterfell as we had previously discussed." Jon glanced up to see if there were any objections. "Our arrival at Winterfell is important. If we show up with thousands of men and two massive dragons overhead, they'll feel as if they're being invaded."

"My dragons won't hurt anyone unless I tell them otherwise." Daenerys remarked, feeling as if everyone saw her children as uncontrollable beasts.

"I'm completely aware, your grace, but the population in the North are not, I'm afraid." Jon sighed, shifting his gaze momentarily over towards her. For a split second, their eyes locked and that single second lasted what felt like a lifetime, her violet eyes capturing his grey ones. A million thoughts raced through his mind at that point, but Jon steadied himself, frustrated at his own wandering mind. If only she knew the dizzying effect she had on him.

"Well, what do you suggest then, my lord?" Varys asked, leaning back in his seat.

"Perhaps lay off with the fiery dragons and the huge armies as first impressions?" Jon suggested, receiving nods and murmurs in response.

"Well, who should make first contact with Winterfell then?" Davos questioned.

"Jon and myself will arrive firstly, followed by Davos and my subjects." Daenerys commented, appearing as serious as ever. Jon was surprised at her claim, presuming she would wish to show up with a display of power, she was always demonstrating her strength to those that would doubt it.

"My queen, we do not know how the people of Winterfell will react to your arrival. Perhaps it would be best if you had a small escort of soldiers accompany you." Jorah pointed out from his position beside Daenerys, always protective over her well being. Jorah was an honorable man when it came to his duties, and he was always sure to voice his concerns. Jon respected the knight, and was witness to his swordsmanship at the frozen lake beyond the lake. "You'll be an easy target for anyone out in the open with no one to protect you." Jon stirred a little bit at that his last comment.

"My people won't hurt anyone unless I tell them otherwise." Jon mirrored Daenerys' earlier statement with a smirk, earning a chuckle from the room. He was slightly surprised to see that Dany herself was smiling, and Jon felt his chest fill up with an unknown emotion.

"We'll be fine, Jorah. Let's not think lowly of the North." Daenerys retorted, possessing clear faith in her plan. The Mother of Dragons was never afraid to put herself in the front line.

"It will send a strong message to the people, they will see two forces coming together rather than one kneeling down to the other." Tyrion agreed, always contributing his valued opinion. Tyrion had no cup of wine by his side during the meeting, which the others were relieved to see. They needed his head to be clear for the upcoming weeks.

"Right, now that we've settled who gets the honors of first setting foot into Winterfell, perhaps we return to our upcoming war with the Night King." Davos interrupted, concerned about the more serious issues.

Jon sighed, resting his hands on the table as his eyes did laps of the room "As of right now, there's not much we can plan for right now. We will try to garrison the forts as best as we can, but we will get a better idea of what we have available to us when we reach Winterfell." Jon answered, before his eyes did another round of those around him. "But this I can say with complete certainty, whatever the outcome of this war should be; it is a battle to the death. No one is to flee or retreat, as it would make no difference. If we let the dead through, the realm is doomed. We fight till the end."

Shortly after Jon's startling declaration, the meeting was adjourned and the participants were all back to their various thoughts. The Bastard of Winterfell stood looking out onto the sea, in his usual brooding nature. He heard footsteps approaching from behind him, anticipating a grueling lecture from Tyrion or Varys.

"Well that was all a bit dramatic, don't you think?" The strong Northern accent gave away. Jon turned his head slightly, glancing at his bearded colleague. Davos was a man who Jon could confide in and rely on his advice, he had nothing but kind words for the former smuggler.

"I said what I thought was necessary." Jon sighed ruggedly, returning his gaze out onto the expanse of water ahead of them. "In a way, I hoped they would have already have expected such news."

"Perhaps it sounded harsh coming from you, or simply the way you put it. Maybe they're not used to such brutal honesty as we are." He shrugged.

"You can lay off with the sugarcoating, Davos. You and I both know what is going to happen when in battle with the Night King. I will give my life to protect my people." Jon remarked, passion evident in his tone.

"I know you would, Jon." Davos replied. "But maybe preparing to be a sacrificial lamb isn't a clever mindset. You should be more focused on the idea of you surviving."

Jon scoffed at him, humor glinting in his eyes. "I don't plan for that, Davos. I'm simply trying to be realistic. But I hope that wouldn't have to come to be that way." Jon had no intention of falling to the hands of the army of the dead, as his mind prepared itself for the upcoming war.

"Be careful when you're out there, Jon. The North needs it's King." Davos warned.

"I'm afraid I'm not King of the North anymore, Ser Davos. That was stripped of me when I bent the knee." Jon retorted.

"Whether you hold the title or not, the North will always see you as their King." Davos stared at him with a steely glare.

Jon had his doubts about the Norths reaction to learning of his actions, considering he was only supposed to bargain for some dragonglass. "Will they still be loyal to me? What will they think of me now. after all that I've done?" He asked, begging for some reassurance.

Davos frowned and hesitated slightly, and Jon did not miss it.

"To be completely honest, I'm not sure whether they'll all take it lying down, but they trust you and your judgement. They'll know that you're trying to do the right thing." Davos responded, adding a comforting smile at the end.

"I hope you're right, Ser Davos. I need my people's support now more than ever."

"My queen."

Daenerys smiled brightly as she sat down beside Jorah, one of the few men she could truly rely on with full confidence that he would never cross her. His loyalty was unwavering, and she appreciated his presence in these uncertain times. An old friend was sometimes more valuable than any amount of wealth. He had been by her side, and he deserved to be richly rewarded when she took the throne from Cersei.

"Ser Jorah, how are you this evening?" She asked, wishing she had more time to talk to people as she was now.

Jorah took a sip from his chalice, and savored the taste of the wine in his mouth. "I'm wary, your grace. These are poisonous times, as you are aware. But I predict victory against our adversaries, we must be victorious."

"Of course we will prevail, Jorah. It is our duty to protect the people. The dead will not rule the kingdom, and they certainly shall not put a halt to my destiny to be on the Iron Throne." Daenerys was sure of it. She would never underestimate Cersei but she was not frightened by her or her army.

"I do not doubt it, my queen. It is your birthright, after all. And I will offer my life to see you there." Jorah offered, as if she needed assurance of his evident devotion to her cause. She smiled at him, knowing what measures would go for her. And she could've lost him to some blasted disease, it could have been that simple. But the seasoned veteran would never leave her side so easily.

Jorah took another deep swig from his wine, before smiling at her in return, but she noticed the strange look in his eyes. One that was familiar but she couldn't quite distinguish.

"I've heard of your recent ties to Jon Snow, my grace. I'm happy for you."

Daenerys blushed at his words, she was not sure what to say to that. In fact, she was trying and failing to not think about the Bastard of Winterfell. Her gaze shot down to her feet as she attempted to compose herself.

"I'm not sure I know what you are talking about, Ser Jorah." She deadpanned, feigning confusion to his words.

"He loves you, I can see it in his face whenever

Jorah furrowed his brow at her. "Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I heard that you and Lord Snow were to be betrothed in the near future." He explained, but his face immediately recoiled in regret when he saw the rage erupt in her expression.

"Who told you this? Because I was never aware, and I don't take kindly to plans being made behind my back." She spat, her eyes possessing a fiery rage that almost made Jorah cower away from her wrath. Daenerys glared out the small window and saw her supposed husband standing and laughing with Ser Davos. While his smile made cooled her fury marginally, she felt a twinge of betrayal. Storming out of the cabin, she marched straight to him. Seeing her beelining over towards him, Jon lifted his gaze and smiled at her, before his face fell at the sight of her expression.

"Your grace, are you-

"-Ser Davos, please excuse us for a moment." Daenerys played a calm voice, and Davos knew better than to refuse, vacating and leaving them alone.

Daenerys stared him in the eye with eyes that screamed rage, and what amplified the dread sitting in his stomach was he was oblivious as to what he had done to put her in such a way. The sudden realisation came upon him that he was not fond of this feeling of Daenerys being upset because of something he has done.

"What have you done, Jon?! What have you told everyone? You fool! I thought I could trust you-

"-What have I done?! I don't know! What have I done? What is the reasoning behind this?" Jon interrupted this time, matching her octave with a glare of his own. He was not too impressed about being scalded.

"Where's this statement coming from that we're getting married?" Daenerys demanded, retaining the steely look on her face.

"Marriage? Tyrion mentioned it to me a few days past, and I said I would consider it. That is all, I promise. No secret agreements without your consent." Jon made sense of the situation to her, and in doing so, saw her face soften as she realised Jon was not to blame; but he could also note the hint of blush in her cheeks.

"Well, then I offer my profuse apologies to you. I will be having strong words with my Hand later." Jon could wince as he imagined the lashing Tyrion would be on the receiving end of that evening.

"What do you say to it anyway?"

Jon gazed up at her with a look of disbelief. Was she really asking this of him now?

"Dany, you know that now isn't the best time." He murmured in reply, but she seemed unrelenting for an answer.

"This isn't a proposal Jon, we're not getting married regardless of your answer."

He felt his heart sink at that.

"Well, I suppose I would marry you. You have a kind heart and you're a good leader. But I couldn't marry you right now anyway."

"I would marry you in a heartbeat."

Daenerys eyebrows raised at his response. "Why's that?"

"You don't love me and I don't love you. With respect, your grace." He retorted, but a streak of boldness and bravery filled his gut and he rode with it.

"I don 't love you yet. But perhaps in the future sometime. When all of this mess is dealt with."

He saw her eyes widen slightly at that declaration, as she seemed a little more uncomfortable. Jon thought about whether saying that was a good idea, as of their current ceasefire to their feelings.

"Well, you are correct, Lord Snow. I don't love you yet either." Daenerys agreed, an unusual pitch to her voice. "But you do intrigue me. And I've seen that you are an honorable and kind hearted man. Perhaps at some point, when all conflicts are resolved. Now please excuse me, while I find my Hand. Have a pleasant evening, Jon Snow." She smiled, before turning heel and she was out of sight.

Jon released a sigh, but couldn't help but smile. Daenerys made him feel so many things, emotions he had never felt before. He felt the chill in the air, and the ship rock a little more rough than it had earlier. They were getting close, he could sense it.

Jon Snow was nearly home.

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