"Renly crowned himself king and Stannis was crowned king by most of his bannermen," Ned remarked, his grey eyes narrowed, as they ate the last meal of the day. Edmure Tully sat next to him, having taken on most of the duties of the Lord of Riverrun since Hoster was abed. Catelyn sat on his other side, his hand on her lap under the table. Her eyes were still red from crying, the thought of almost losing her husband had struck her.

The riverlords and the northern lords were sitting along the long table in the hall, shouting back and forth to each other. The laughter and shouts were broken occasionally by a roar by the two dragons outside Riverrun, the creatures having not followed Jon and Harry into the courtyard. The northern lords had been quite joyful this evening, having gotten their liege lord back and his two daughters. Robb sat with Theon, Sansa, Arya at the corner of the table, near Ned and Catelyn. Jon and Harry sat across from them, whispering together.

His children's wolves were at their feet, with the exception of Lady and Nymeria and of course Summer and Shaggydog, who were still at Winterfell.

Jon Umber, Maege Mormont, Roose Bolton, Rickard Karstark and Wylis Manderly were all crowded in front of Ned, grinning widely.

"You should have seen Robb at the head of the northern army," Greatjon Umber remarked, his voice loud in the hall. "Scared the Lannisters out of the riverlands!"

Robb's cheeks reddened subtly and Ned's lips twitched up into a slight grin. "I am proud of you, Robb. You led the North in my stead."

"In defense of you, father," Robb said, gesturing to the lords. "And of mother's lands. The Mountain still rides in these lands, burning and raping and pillaging."

"What happened in King's Landing?" Lady Maege questioned, glancing at Ned with interest in her eyes. "We all received letters from… King Stannis… regarding Robert's children. And… is Jon really your bastard?"

"I will address Jon's family later," Ned answered, looking over to his nephew. Jon definitely looked… older, more comfortable somehow, after whatever had taken place while he was gone. Ghost was a lot bigger and Jon had come back with dragons. "I was about to be executed when Jon and Harry landed in King's Landing and rescued me and my daughters. I am grateful to them."

"Executed?" Catelyn echoed, her skin going pale beside him. She reached over to grip his hand tightly at the thought. "Surely Queen Cersei knew enough to perhaps send you to the Night's Watch."

"We would have stopped your group, my lord," Roose Bolton remarked, dipping his head in a nod. Ned raised an eyebrow in his direction, looking Roose over subtly. "If Lannister men brought you north, we would have ambushed them."

"I am sure you would have, Roose," Ned commented, staring at the man before turning to Maege and the Greatjon. "It was King Joffrey who commanded my beheading. And it is King Joffrey who does not have a true claim to the throne."

Nearly every northern and riverland lord who was in hearing distance stopped to stare at Ned.

"The Queen confessed to having children with her brother," Ned explained, at the questioning stares. "Robert's children are not trueborn Baratheons nor are they heirs to the throne."

"Did she kill Jon Arryn?" Catelyn asked, smiling at Sansa and Arya before turning back to her husband.

"I do not know if she did but Lord Arryn did find out the truth before he died," Ned said, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. "Robert was killed by a boar while out on a hunting trip. I am sure the Queen had something to do with it, be it drugging his drink or buying off one of the huntsmen. I do not know for certain though."

"That means Myrcella and Tommen are bastards too," Brynden remarked, his blue eyes narrowed.

"Littlefinger suggested wedding Myrcella to Robb," Ned said, his eyes narrowing in thought. "He betrayed me in the throne room. Cat…"

"Petyr was always considerate of me but I will not speak to him again," Catelyn murmured, grimacing. "What of Jon? Where did he go?"

"I journeyed with Harry and helped him win his war," Jon spoke, raising his voice to be heard over the lords. "I fought with him and he and I have become brothers in arms."

Harry nodded at Jon's words. "I am staying here from now on. Something's coming and I intend on being here for it."

"The dragons? Are you really Lord Stark's bastard?" Roose questioned, as every head turned to Jon.

"I am Prince Jon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. I have made my peace with it," Jon remarked quietly, dipping his head in a nod and looking around at all of the lords. "I am not a bastard as some may have thought. My mother wed my father right before they died."

The hall filled with mutters and whispers, some people looking at Ned and then back to Jon as he sat back down. Catelyn stared at Jon in shock, her eyes wide and heart beating. She had wished Jon dead, had wished that Ned had never come back north with a bastard. She had thought Jon had proved a threat to Robb's inheritance. She paled, thinking of the rebellion and Ned's sister. Jon… was an heir to the throne now.

If Rhaegar had lived and his children with Elia had lived, Jon would have never sat the throne. Now…

"What are we to do now?" Greatjon questioned, glancing between Robb and Ned. "We have you back but with Stannis and Renly vying for throne…"

"Joffrey has no right to the throne," Lord Tytos Blackwood said, crossing his arms. "Nor does Tommen."

"Are we to find one of Robert's bastards?" One of the more minor riverlands lords asked, looking down at all of the other men.

"No! We're not having a bastard sit the throne!"

"Well then, are we going to fight for Stannis?" Lady Maege questioned, peering at Ned. Her daughter was sitting next to Robb, having numbered amongst his personal guards during the fight to break the siege of Riverrun.

"Stannis is too stern! Too cold. He won't do."

"Nor would Renly! He plays at war over in the south."

"Would having Joffrey sit the throne be so bad?"

Sansa paled from her seat next to her sister and Catelyn's heart skipped a beat at her daughter's grimace. She wondered what her daughters had experienced, alone and in a den of lions. Sansa had been shock silent ever since the three had arrived at Riverrun.

Ned cleared his throat and every lord in the great hall fell silent, regardless of whether they were riverland men or northern men. "We put a Targaryen on the throne."

Silence filled the hall for several minutes as every head turned to Jon. A roar of a dragon pierced the air, loud and sounding full of pride. Then yells and shouts filled the hall, some arguing for Jon while others arguing against another Targaryen.

Jon stiffened, feeling Harry discreetly elbow him, as Ned peered at him, dipping his head in a nod. He glanced towards his friend, his… lover… seeing Harry's green eyes go soft. Ghost nudged his head into his lap and he could sense Lyandra's pride of her rider through their bond. The she-dragon had bonded fully with him and now he could sense her emotions and she his.

He stood up, drawing his Stark cloak tighter about his shoulders, and strode over to the dais, looking over the assembled group of lords. He thought on his experiences in the past year, with Harry in his home world. He thought about his past, his mother and father. He wondered if his father, Rhaegar, would be proud of him. He remembered watching as Harry spoke to his friends and allies before the final battle and tried to draw from that.

"My lords, enough."

At his words, another silence filled the hall, though this one was less stilted than the previous quiet. This was more… curious, less taut.

"I may not be known to many of you. The Northerners know me as Lord Stark's bastard. I thought myself a bastard until a year and a moon's turn ago," Jon remarked, his silver steel blade at his hip and Ghost at his side. He had yet to think of a name for his sword and Harry was on the job still, pondering names. "I was going to sign up with the Night's Watch. That all changed when I learned of my true parentage. Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark were wed before they traveled apart and before my father was killed at the Trident."

"I may not have much governing experience but I learn quickly. The Seven Kingdoms are a mess right now and King Robert is dead. Stannis and Renly are fighting each other while Joffrey is a monster. He ordered Lord Stark's death and Queen Cersei confessed to him that her children's father is the kingslayer. The smallfolk of the riverlands are refugees and many of the castles in the riverlands are on fire. I saw a lot of death while I was with Harry in his world and I would not like to cause more. I am a good fighter but, like my father, I do not enjoy killing.

Westeros needs a good king now and if you men are inclined to follow me, I will be your king."

Jon took a deep breath, spared a glance at Harry, who winked at him, and waited. Waited for the lords and Lady Maege to think about what they wanted.

"A Targaryen raised a Wolf. I'll follow King Jon Targaryen," Lady Maege Mormont spoke first, standing up and kneeling. "The White Dragon."

"I will follow my cousin," Robb said, standing up and following Maege's example and kneeling.

Jon froze, remembering his and Robb's games when they were younger. Robb used to play the king while Jon played the knight. This time it was reversed.

"The riverlands will follow the White Dragon," Ser Brynden called out, getting up and dipping his head in a nod. Edmure did the same, kneeling before the king.

"THE WHITE DRAGON!"

Everyone was kneeling before him, their swords drawn and impaled in the ground before them. Sansa, Arya, Lady Catelyn, Robb and everyone else. Harry was kneeling too, glancing up at Jon through his wild hair. Jon nodded, looking down at each lord and lady, memorizing their faces.

"We'll need to find you a queen," Ned said, as the evening wore on. The lords had left just a few minutes ago, cheering on their new king. It was just Jon, Harry, Ned, Robb, and Brynden Tully.

"A wife?" Jon echoed, blinking once or twice.

Ned looked at him, peering at Harry before turning back to Jon. "I know you and Harry have a bond. You're king now though."

"You'll need a small council and a kingsguard. But the small council can wait until we're in King's Landing," Brynden suggested, crossing his arms. "It will be no small thing, fighting our way to the capital. We will need alliances."

Ned nodded, as servants started to come in to clean. "The Vale will need to be persuaded."

"Lysa will not come easily," Brynden remarked, his eyes narrowing.

"If I know enough of my family's history," Jon started, leaning a little into Harry's side enough that he felt the warmth coming from the other man but not enough to be noticed. "Visenya Targaryen took care of the Vale on top of Vhagar."

Robb grinned, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "You'll need a banner then."

"Renly will need to be talked too and so will Stannis. I don't know about Dorne but a betrothal could sway them. The westerlands however…"

"I was going to invade the westerlands," Robb offered, glancing down to the map at the table in front of them. "I could lead the army."

Ned blinked, looking his son before turning to his nephew and newly named king. "Jon?"

"The North will follow Robb easily. Let him have the lead. Harry, you will go with them. I will go talk with Lady Lysa," Jon said, feeling Harry's hand land on his palm. He saw him nod his acceptance to the plan and Robb grinned.

"I will have a crown made for you," Ned said, standing up to go up to the quarters he was sharing with Catelyn. He was looking forward to going home but that would have to wait. Catelyn would also probably like to go home ahead of him so there was that journey to plan and Jon to aid. And winter to plan and prepare for.

Jon nodded, studying the map in detail, before glancing up to Lord Stark, who was now his Warden of the North. "Thank you, my lord."

Ned frowned before sighing, his eyes soft with pride. "Your Grace."

"You are dismissed."

Ned and Brynden both stood up, followed by Robb, and walked out of the great hall.

"Fuck." Jon grimaced, fully turning to look at Harry, who grinned and tugged him into a kiss, desperate and hot. Jon groaned into it, feeling Harry push off his cloak and wrap an arm around his neck. Ghost and Grey Wind had gone off for a hunt so they were alone in the great hall, the king and his wizard.

"King Jon Targaryen…" Harry trailed off, licking his way into Jon's mouth. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his stomach roiled briefly, the hall disappearing from view and his room taking its' place.

"Harry…" Jon arched into his fingers as Harry slipped his hand underneath Jon's tunic, touching skin. Goose pimples trailed up his skin as they moved, stepping towards the bed that was covered with furs.

"You can do this," Harry whispered, nudging Jon back onto the bed and pulling off his boots and slipping between Jon's legs. "I'll follow you."

"I never…" Jon groaned as Harry slowly drew him into another kiss. "I never wanted to be king."

"I think I'm supposed to say that that makes you ready and the appropriate person," Harry remarked, leaning his forehead against Jon's. "You are the right person though. Better than Joffrey and better than Renly, from what I've heard. And miles better than your grandfather on your father's side."

"Anyone would be better than the Mad King. Are you sure you are okay with me taking a wife?" Jon questioned, letting out a whine as Harry trailed a line of kisses up his throat. His cock hardened in his leggings and his heart sped up, beating quickly as one of Harry's hands made its' way down. "Westeros does expect its' king to have a queen."

"I'm okay with it," Harry said, his lips twitching up into a teasing grin. "I know you're mine."

Jon moaned as Harry's hand traced its' way south, lightly hovering over his cock. "I'm yours, yes."

Jon bucked up into Harry's hand as he stroked once, twice, before withdrawing. Harry raised an eyebrow at him, looking him over. "Are you sure about this?"

"Harry, I never signed up for the Night's Watch."

Harry grinned and slowly pulled off his own leggings before drawing off Jon's. They moved together, slick with sweat and came together. Harry slowly opened Jon up, with a vial of lotion, enjoying the utterly needy sounds coming from the king beneath him. Jon's arms came up around his back, holding him still, holding him there.

Harry slid a pile of furs underneath Jon's arse as he moved down, kissing as he trailed south. Someone moaned and Jon was pretty sure it was him as Harry finally slid into him. He gasped at the feeling of being full of someone, someone he loved. Someone who fully understood him. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he arched his back, as Harry stopped to let him adjust.

Jon took a deep breath, feeling his muscles burn and stretch, taking a minute or two to adjust to being breached then exhaled, urging Harry on. Sweat dripped down onto him from Harry's bare chest and Jon ran a finger along the scar on Harry's forehead. Harry grinned at him, his green eyes wide with arousal.

Jon nodded then Harry started to move again, thrusting in and out. Each movement produced tiny sparks of pleasure within him and when Harry hit the spot, he cried out, shuddering with the intense feeling. Heat grew in Jon's belly as he groaned, feeling so much pleasure that he thought he would implode, spiraling into release.

He saw stars, pleasure jolting throughout his body. Harry came too, lazily wrapping a hand around Jon's cock to stroke him through his climax and then dazedly, Jon felt him pull out. They both laid there, breathing heavily, limp and relaxed before Harry slowly drew Jon into his arms, falling asleep within a few minutes.

They woke up the next morning to Ghost jumping up onto the bed, having scratched at the door. Harry sleepily blinked awake, laying a kiss on Jon's neck as he heard Jon's breathing pick up to awakeness.

"Hey, boy," Jon murmured, reaching down to pet the direwolf.

Harry yawned and reached for his trunk idly, the one that he had brought with him, and stuck his hand in, reaching for fresh clothes. His hand encountered a vial and was about to throw it back when it warmed in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and brought it out, seeing the smoky liquid in it that indicated a memory.

"Did you bring a pensieve?" Jon questioned, glancing over at him curiously.

"No. I guess I should have… but… I can probably…" Harry spoke a word or two in Latin, drawing on a spell that he had seen in a book somewhere over the past year. Magic filled the air, circling in front of them, and Harry spilled out the memory out onto it, watching as the memory started.

His eyes widened and he could see Jon freeze next to him, with Ghost's ears pinning themselves down. As soon as the memory finished, Harry froze the image, his heart beating double time at the sight.

"Well…"

"Fuck."

"You could say that again," Harry whispered, exchanging a look with Jon.

The memory was one from the Night's Watch deserter that Lord Stark had executed nearly a year ago. It ended on… a white walker. A monster of ice, surrounded by corpses.

AN: This is it for this story!