A/N: Well... looks like we've reached the end of this little story. Thank you to all the readers that stuck with me for this little tale of fluff :D

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Chapter 6: Wed

"Now you're just talking nonsense, cousin." Saera shook her head, once again exasperated by the unholy mix of Stark stubbornness and Tyrell charm that was Jon Stark - that one could say the same about her mix of Stark stubbornness and Targaryen fire and blood didn't cross her mind. "That story is a legend."

Jon scoffed, determined to convert Saera to his sense of adventure. "They said the same about the Long Night, yet that was real."

That would have been a good point against someone far less intelligent. "Actual sightings of the army of the dead confirmed that, stupid. If Jaecarys Velaryon's dragon Vermax laid eggs in the Winterfell crypts, I'm sure someone would have found them in the last two centuries."

"That's cause they didn't look hard enough."

"A massive dragon?" Saera threw her arms up in exasperation. "There are only a few places in the crypts that one could go."

But Jon was not deterred, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But I have something that they don't." His grin spread from ear to ear. "For the next year, I have someone with the blood of the dragon to search every inch of the crypts with me." He looked quite proud of himself.

She looked at him incredulously. "Really? You expect me to comb miles of underground caverns with our dead ancestors to find some mystical eggs that may or may not be there?" Pushing through dust and pulverized rock thousands of years old wasn't her idea of a good time - especially not during her fostering.

"No. I expect the two of us to search for those eggs together." His bright smile could light up the room.

Opening her mouth to retort, Saera stopped herself. The more she thought about it - a dark space, just the two of them - the more butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. A light blush covered her cheeks as she shrugged. "I guess it won't be too bad in that case… though if you wanted to kiss me, cousin, why not find an alcove?"

Blinking, Jon looked from side to side - as if a wolf sentry checking for danger. Seeing no servant or, gods forbid, either of their parents, he grabbed Saera by the front of her shirt and pulled her to an alcove. No sooner did she yelp from the suddenness of it all did his lips press against hers… and Saera wasn't about to say or do anything else but kiss him back.

Their first kiss had been moons before, when Jon and her uncle and aunt left for Winterfell, pledging to prepare the ancient keep for the coming wedding. It had been soft, hesitant, the two of them planning to see whether the moon would find their tentative feelings would grow or disappear. Both soon had their answer when Saera planted her lips on Jon the moment they had a time to themselves upon the arrival of the royal family. The rest… Saera didn't want her parents to know yet, but unlike her dolt of an older sister she was sure they'd be happy.

Pulling back, Jon's smirk hadn't changed while Saera felt light-headed. "I suppose that I'll enjoy more of this in the future." She snaked her arms around Jon's waist, hugging him. "You're stupid sometimes, but Winterfell wouldn't be the same without you."

He reciprocated her embrace. "Same, Sae. You're my world." Youthful puppy love, but genuine for both of them. "Just promise you'll keep your dragon from eating me."

Saera chuckled. "I make no promises." Her eyes twinkled. "How else will I keep you from getting on my bad side." Jon frowned, the classic Stark scowl. She responded by kissing him again.

About a quarter of an hour later, the middle Princess of House Targaryen cursed her idiot cousin again. "Damn Jon, does he know what today is?" she muttered to herself, trying to fix up her hair in a way that didn't look like she was kissing Jon Stark with his hands buried in her locks. Granted, she wore a shirt and trousers from her water dancing lessons with Aunt Arya earlier, but that wasn't a secret.

Waiting outside the door to the guest chambers, Grey Worm nodded his head as Saera passed him - opening the door for her to enter. If he had an inkling of where she had been, his Unsullied mask didn't give anything away. Saera wished for Ser Jorah or Ser Sandor… they wore their moods on their sleeves.

"There you are!" In an instant she was swept up by her aunt Sansa. "Gods, Arya, you don't need to make everyone as unkempt as you."

"What?!" the other Arya exclaimed, rooted in her place as both Daenerys and Missandei worked on her braids. "You mean she's not ready?! Gods help me…"

Their other aunt smacked her sister's shoulder. "Stop it, little wolf," Arya Baratheon said. "I get you're nervous, but don't be. And Sansa… I'm not going to deny any of my nieces or nephews the wonder of my genius." She bowed extravagantly, drawing a giggle from Saera, a scowl from Sansa, and an amused smirk from the Empress.

Before a whole argument could start, Daenerys pointed at Saera. "Just fix her up, sister, if you can."

Sighing, Sansa pushed her niece towards another vanity. "Alright, let's do something with that hair." Suddenly Saera wished for her cousin's hands in her hair rather than the prodding and pulling Aunt Sansa was subjecting her to.

Trying his best to suppress a chuckle, Emperor Jaehaerys Targaryen reached out to pat Crown Prince Rhaegar on the back. "Easy, son. You'll carve a ravine into the ground if you pace any harder."

Snow crunching against his black leather boots, Rhaegar looked up at his father with a put out expression. "Father, please." Normally not bothered by the cold of his grandmother's native land, he rubbed his hands together. "And I'm fine, there's no need to worry about me." How he seemed to sweat even under the cold of late winter belied the truth of that statement.

Jon shook his head. "Rhaegar, I've been married before to a bride of House Targaryen. I've been in your shoes, so don't try to put up a brave face with me," he said softly.

A smaller figure beside them piped in. "If you were any more jittery, you'd be bouncing." At the glare of his older brother and the shaking head of his father, Prince Benjen offered an innocent expression. "What? It's true."

Sighing, Jon reached over to hug his youngest son. "Ben, why don't you go inside and see what's keeping your mother and sister?" Eager to please his father, Benjen ran off, his silver curls bouncing as he hurried towards the keep through the throngs of dignitaries from all over the Seven Kingdoms. "And you need not worry about Arya, my son."

Rhaegar looked up at his father. "Why are you so sure?"

Seeing how Rhaegar was shifting on the balls of his feet, Jon could see the same insecurity in his son that he had as a child. It truly broke his heart. "It's obvious to anyone that she loves you and thinks you are the whole world. She won't be backing out." A smile formed on his face, attempting to absolve Rhaegar of his remaining fear. "You're going to rule one day, and Arya is the one to sit beside you just as your mother sits beside me."

Biting his lip, Rhaegar suddenly felt something large and furry pushing against his leg and abdomen. Eddy looked up at his master, eyes pleading. Nuzzling Rhaegar with his snout once more, as if begging him to be happy. Unable not to find it quite comical, the Prince ruffled the direwolf's fur and turned towards his father - accepting a powerful hug. "Thank you father." Eddy barked. "Of course I don't forget you, buddy. Thank you, Eddy." The direwolf wagged his tail, tongue lolling out.

A chuckle left Jon. Everything that he had lacked as a young lad… that his own children knew such a wonderful, loving family made him believe that his actions had been right. "I love you, son."

"I love you too, kepa."

At that point Benjen hurried into the Godswood, bouncing up and down dramatically. "She's coming!"

Rhaegar managed to look to the entrance of the godswood and that was when he saw her. His young twin sisters started the proceedings, followed by Saera, Aunt Arya, Sansa, and… The glimpse of her took his breath away.

The empress holding her arm, Arya's heart did a little catch. Beyond the lantern-lit trees at the great heart tree of Winterfell, she saw him standing there. Supremely gorgeous in his black and red cloak, hair styled back in an immaculate bun. She wasn't anything less than beautiful in an dress white as snow, the same dress that her mother had worn at her wedding here so many years before. But faced under the warm, loving gaze of Rhaegar's violets she seemed too inadequate for him.

But by the grace of the Gods, she was to be his, and he to be hers. I am a lucky lady.

As Arya and Daenerys approached the heart tree, the Northern lights began to dance in the sky. Dany looked at Jon with a bright smile. Just like their wedding - the best of omens. Jon smiled back, at both the omen and at how the soon to be wed couple only had eyes for each other. Jon began, clearing his throat. "Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"

Sucking in a powerful breath of the icy cold air, Arya steeled herself. "I, Arya of House Targaryen, Princess of the Targaryen Empire. A woman grown and true of birth. I come to be wed in the presence of the Gods."

"And who comes to give her?"

"I, Daenerys of House Targaryen," the Empress told her husband, wordlessly handing Arya to her final moments as an unattached maiden. "Empress of the Targaryen Empire and mother of the bride."

"And who comes to wed her in the sight of the Gods?"

Fighting tears in his eyes, Rhaegar reached out and took Arya's hands in his. "I, Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Crown Prince of the Targaryen Empire."

Northern weddings were simple affairs. None of the elaborate ceremony or pomp that characterized that of the Faith. Jon personally thought it was perfect, as did Dany. Rhaegar and Arya deserved such simple beauty in the beginning of their life together. "Arya of House Targaryen, do you take this man?"

A tear trickled down Arya's cheek, accepting she was here, in this moment. "I take this man." She almost laughed at how Rhaegar looked relieved. You faced the joust as a mystery knight for me and thought I'd say no? Rhaegar was just too adorable, and all hers.

"Rhaegar of House Targaryen, do you take this woman?"

Rhaegar wanted so badly to kiss Arya, but that time would come. "I take this woman."

"The bride will now cloak the groom in the sigil of his house."

Moving behind Arya, his breath hot on her neck, Rhaegar took off the red and black cloak of House Targaryen… only to just stand there. Letting the time tick by… what was the point? She was of House Targaryen just as he was, so Rhaegar shrugged and placed the cloak back on her shoulders. The entire godswood laughed merrily, some even clapping. Daenerys approached her son and kissed him on the cheek before the ceremony started up again.

Gingerly, Jon wrapped a strip of silk around his twins' hands. Binding them. Symbolically and literally. "In the sight of Gods and men, I hereby bind these two souls together for eternity."

To the cheers of their family, howls of their direwolves, and roars of their dragons, the bride and groom sealed their union with a passionate kiss.

Rather thankfully, the ladies' ribald words were the only thing lewd about the ceremony. Each maiden or older lady kept their hands to themselves, saving the perverse appreciation for their wandering eyes. Rhaegar didn't truly mind. It was flattering, though the prospect of his bride being pawed at by drunk knights didn't sit well with him.

Just as suddenly as he had been scooped up, the ladies heaved Rhaegar to the ground. If not for strong footwork he'd have fallen on his ass. "Alright Princess!" Called the spicy voice of Tyene Martell. "We've left him still wrapped for you. Enjoy!" The other ladies giggled as she shut the door behind him.

Whatever embarrassment Rhaegar felt dissolved quite quickly when he caught sight of his beautiful bride.

Resting on the bed, Arya was still clothed rather neatly - the knights hadn't been so perverse, it seemed. However, the snowy-white dress was gone, replaced with a thin wool nightdress. It covered what it needed to, but was loose enough to expose her shoulders and the very top of her cleavage. The various braids holding her hair up had been disturbed, silver locks cascading down her bare shoulders like a silky sheet. Rhaegar often said she looked like a goddess, but at that moment she truly did.

Arya bit her lip, violet eyes twinkling at her husband. Husband… "So…"

"So…" Rhaegar repeated, a small smirk forming on his face. "Alone at last, wife."

Cheeks flushing red, Arya shyly looked away. "Yes, alone… we've been alone before."

"Not while married." Sensing her sudden modesty, he walked over to her, unlacing the ties of his doublet while on the way. Rhaegar sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Feeling her shudder… momentarily tensing, Rhaegar relaxed when she looked at him, love in her eyes. "Are you happy, Arry?"

Closing her eyes but for a moment, Arya's smile spread slowly across her lips. "Gods, yes." Unshed tears made her greys glossy. "It feels like a dream."

He smiled sheepishly. "I know the feeling. It's what I've wanted for so long, but… it just doesn't seem real."

Brushing her thumb across Rhaegar's smooth face - unlike their father, he insisted on being clean shaven - Arya had an idea. "Perhaps a cup of wine to loosen us up." She rose, feeling his stare hungry at her backside. All yours now, my Prince. Smirking to herself, Arya put an extra sway in her hips. Teasing him. A sudden groan made her grin in triumph as she grabbed the flagon and two crystal goblets.

Seeing the fine Arbor gold, Rhaegar took one of the goblets and waited as Arya poured each of them a little wine. "To us."

"To our life on Dragonstone," Arya replied, clinking their crystal and sipping down their wine. It went down smoothly, sweet and tart like grapes. "But I'm glad we're traveling across the Empire first." Newly married and the Crown Prince and Princess - future Emperor and Empress of the realm - per their parents' directive both she and Rhaegar would travel on dragonback to all major cities in Westeros, New Valyria, and the client states in the known world. It was exciting for Arya, especially in seeing the cities of the Bay of Dragons or the Great Grass Sea for the first time since their childhood.

It excited Rhaegar as well. "And I am going to enjoy fucking you all across the realm… especially in those Essosi dresses." He leaned into her ear. "I heard in Lys, they wear a dress where one's left nipple is exposed. I will greatly savor that." Seems the wine did loosen him up.

Eyes dilated, Arya let her glass fall upon the rug as she grabbed Rhaegar - crashing their lips together. Her husband's tongue eagerly plunged inside. She complied, guiding his hands to the hem of her nightgown while going for his doublet. Wanting it off. Wanting to be flush against him, skin on skin. Arya had seen Rhaegar nude before, but the hard planes of his stomach stirred something different inside her. Growling like a dragon, she dove for his breeches.

Clothes seeming to melt off their bodies, Rhaegar's hands were all over his bride's chest and waist. He explored the soft skin as they collapsed on the bed, never once breaking their hungry kiss. They had kissed before, pleasured each other before, but never like this. There were no barriers between them, both figuratively and literally.

"Gods, Arry, I love you," Rhaegar gasped, flicking her nipples as he licked down her creamy neck.

Arya's heart was bursting. "I love you too. Oh, my Prince…" Hands wandering, she found his erect organ. Thick and ready for her, fingers wrapping around it.

He groaned at the attention. "Sister..." she heard him whisper, making her heart hitch with love.

What was it they said about Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa? That the entire keep could hear the sounds of their pleasure? Leaning up slightly, Arya grinned. That's what I want. "Fuck me, brother," she growled out. "Take me, I need it… I need you…" A shiver of pleasure warmed her as lust overwhelmed his violet eyes.

"You're beautiful." Rhaegar rubbed his cheek against a nipple. "So beautiful."

Gasping, Arya stretched her body out, writhing underneath her husband's hard body. She grasped his head, holding him there. "Please, my love. Don't stop." But stop he did, looking up at her, their eyes meeting. Love comes in at the eyes.

Rhaegar searched her eyes for any hesitation or worry. He found none. "Are you ready?"

She nodded breathlessly, taking his hand to swipe through her heat. "Feel it, my Prince."

Eyes widening, he had never felt so much wetness between her legs before. "Fuck… I love you, Arya."

"Love you too," she replied, reaching down once more and guiding his length to her entrance. "There's no going back from this."

"I know… isn't it wonderful?"

She smiled at him. "The best… please don't make me wait any longer, Rhaegar. Make me yours." She locked her legs around his waist. "You're the only one I ever want."

The feeling was unlike any other. Rhaegar trembled with Arya's walls clamping around him. Gods… I had no idea... The heat was intense, pure dragonfire. "Arry..." Preoccupied with the amazing feeling, a soft whimper of pain drew his attention. "Should I stop?" he asked, concerned at her discomfort.

Arya shook her head, clamping her legs tighter around him. "No, do not stop." The pain irritated her, but the thought of him leaving was the worst torture. "I'll be fine." Cupping his cheek, she kissed him. Slowly, the pain dissipated and she urged him to go slow, moaning as he began to rock inside her. The kiss never broke, the princess enjoying such a delicious fullness. "Rhaegar," she purred into his mouth.

Whatever restraint Rhaegar had left him at her moans. The dragon urge to claim what was his roared, growing harder. Fucking his bride deeper. He thrusted hard, slamming her rear into the bed. Cock rising till it almost left her and then right back in.

As he broke off the kiss, Arya wanted to scream but nothing came out. Unable to make a sound, the sweet pleasure of his length trying its best to split her in two. "Fuck… Rhaegar…" No ribald jape or cautious lesson from her mother could have ever began to describe how powerfully her husband could pleasure her. If by instinct, Rhaegar knew exactly how to make love to her. "Oh gods!" The force of a thousand dragons was building in her core, and release was soon upon her.

Increasing the force of his thrusts, Rhaegar watched Arya's eyes roll back. Her body shaking with pleasure. If she felt even a fraction of what he felt… Walls contracting like a vice around him, he just couldn't continue. "Arry!"

Feeling his seed erupt inside her, Arya broke as well. "Rhaegar!" Her vision exploded in colors, shaking violently with the waves of her climax. The two of them simply enjoying each other's pleasure and their own... She felt him collapse on her, leaving nothing but a spellbinding bliss.

"I love you, Arya."

"Mmmm… I love you too."

Flipping them over, Rhaegar drew the furs atop their shaking bodies. Warding off the cold of the North. "A lifetime with you, Arry, as it was supposed to be."

Purring happily, Arya could get used to that. Him still inside her, she pressed a kiss to his neck. Eager to sleep so she could experience that life with her beloved.

Her Mystery Knight.

The wind howled outside the cave. Neither of them cared. The walls were damp with melted frost. Neither of them cared. Many within the keep miles away were likely searching for them - at least the ones not drunk off their asses did. Neither of them cared, too lost were they in the sweet, familiar embrace of their bare bodies.

"Jon…" moaned Daenerys, head falling back upon the wet walls.

"Dany," Jon murmured back, hot lips and tongue working on the column of her neck, kissing up towards a sweet spot behind her ear. "I love you."

His breath was hot on her ear. Gods, did it drive Dany to the edge of madness. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into the hard planes of his back. "Kessa, Jon… Kessa…" The High Valyrian tumbled from her lips, the mighty Mother of Dragons reduced into a puddle of lust, silver hair long freed from its braids and let loose in wild tangles.

Gripping her supple ass so tightly to no doubt leave impressions in the skin, Jon thrust harder. Doubling his pace - knowing she could take it. A long and happy marriage, the Emperor and Empress still young and virile, such familiarity only enhanced the pleasure of their coupling. "Gods… you're perfect."

Hearing his words, Dany melted. Her cunt walls clenching from the love in his voice. How… how am I so lucky? The question was written upon Arya's face but it was Daenerys who felt it at this moment. Watching him pull his head away, grey eyes alight with love and desire as he pounded her deeply - hitting her most sensitive spots inside her - Dany felt her heart racing. She opened her mouth to speak, only for Jon to kiss her. Dany kissed him back. This was much better than words.

Tongues plundering each other's mouths, Jon could feel she was close. The increasing whimpers, growing ardor of her scratching his back. "Shit…" he murmured in her mouth. It was driving him closer as well. Jon bucked his hips faster and faster, unabashedly grunting like a wolf with his release. Greeted with a strangled scream as Dany suddenly clamped down on him.

Their peak and resulting aftershocks had to be over a minute before Dany chuckled into his neck. "Gods…"

He joined her. "Aye. Gods, indeed."

"We are definitely not aged," Dany insisted, remembering Arya's jape - the elder Arya that is. "Grandparents soon we may be, but…"

"I'd rather not think of myself as a grandfather just yet," he shuddered, drawing another laugh from Daenerys. A merry, carefree laugh that lit up her entire face. "I love that."

Allowing her legs to slide to the cave floor - gasping softly when his cock slid out of her - Dany cocked her head at her husband quizzically. "My laugh?"

Jon reached up to cup her cheek. "It shows you're happy." His expression grew sad, mournful. "You never had much happiness the time we met. I've fought to make sure you laugh and smile every moment since."

Blinking back tears, Dany leaned in to press a kiss on his lips. "Oh, my love… you never even have to try. Everything… I have everything I've ever wanted." His resulting smile made her realize just how he felt. All the idle pleasures in the world died at the feet of Jon Targaryen's smile.

Minutes later, the Emperor and Empress were cuddled close in the heated pools, both naked as their namedays. Letting the superheated waters swirl over them, what would be scorching for anyone else a perfect temperature for the two dragons. "I don't like it much, Daenerys," Jon said out of thin air.

From where her head rested on his chest lazily, simply relaxing in the aftermath of their frantic coupling, Dany looked up to see her husband brooding. "What do you not like? Jon… everything's wonderful."

"I know," he sighed. "Rhaegar and Arya married, going off on their progresses across the realm and then to Dragonstone. Saera starting her fostering at Winterfell…" Jon looked wistfully at the snowfall just outside the lip of the cave. "The Red Keep will be quiet without them."

Now Dany understood. The Lightbringer he might be, but Jaehaerys III Targaryen was a softie at heart, just like both Ghost and Rhaegal. "I know, my love." Dany hugged him close, the water rippling out from them. "I'll miss them too, but we still have Daena and Nyra… and Benjen has been lambasting us to teach him dragonriding."

Jon snorted. "Can't put that off for much longer." They rested in silence for a while, simply content in the peace of the moment. Together, unbothered by adversity for the first time in their lives. "It still shocks me how it all came to this… the odds we faced."

Dany nodded. "To think, if the Karstarks didn't need grain, I would have never met you… my love, my darling dragonwolf." Just the thought was too painful to bear.

"We'd have met regardless of the path," Jon answered with conviction.

"You sure?" She looked up at him again, maneuvering to straddle his lap. "That we would have met regardless?"

"Aye, I'm sure." He chuckled. "As everyone keeps saying, we are the song of ice and fire."

She giggled. "Everyone does say that." Wordlessly, she kissed him, one sweet and slow rather than the frantic passion of earlier. The two of them made sure to savor it as if it were the last kiss they'd ever share. Breaking for air, Dany rested her forehead on his. "What a life," she said.

Stroking her back, Jon let out a soothing breath. "The best life."

THE END

A/N: Ending it as it should be ended! Rhaegar and Arya wed at last, Saera and Jon starting their own little relationship, and Dany and Jon as strong as ever Can one ask for anything better?

Gotta love the scene where Rhaegar puts the cloak back on Arya. I mean, she's not changing families here XD

I hope all of you enjoyed the story, and please be sure to review :)