Chapter 91: Chapter 91
Daenerys was very sleepy when he came in. Her husband placed many kisses on her face. She smiled. Daenerys could smell him. She opened her eyes slowly.
"I need you to indulge me." He said and helped her sit up. Jon presented her with a steaming cup of tea.
"What is this?" She asked as she drank it. The brew was sweet and tangy. It tasted old but nice.
"A special tea." He kissed her some more. Daenerys finished the cup quickly. "I have another cup ready for you tomorrow." Jon looked very rested and happy.
"Daenerys smiled when he undressed to his tunic and rested next to her. She nuzzled his chest. "You came back sooner." Her husband chuckled.
"I finished what I had to do." He played with her hair and rubbed her lower belly. "I wanted to come back to you." She slept easy with his strong arms around her.
The queen was very busy the next day and was surprised when Missandei did not bring her afternoon tea. It was Jon with a steaming cup once more. She drank it happily. "What is all this pleasantness from you?" She smirked at him.
Jon kissed her forehead, "I love you." He told her gently. Her husband caressed her cheek and sat by her.
"I love you too." Daenerys replied and sighed happily. The tea was good.
The queen spent the rest of the afternoon with her husband.
He convinced her to walk the gardens with her and then the weirwoods. Jon let her look over some papers before kissing her neck. "Come with me." He whispered.
Daenerys shook her head. "I will make it worth your while." He nipped at her earlobe.
The queen giggled and took his hand. She did not expect him to take her to the gardens. Daenerys thought he would take her back to their chambers for some fucking.
They walked through beautiful flowers that someone else planted. "We never just enjoy these do we?" He brought her to his side and hugged her to him.
Daenerys grinned and pecked his lips, "What is this my prince? I should let you go North more often if this is how you come back." Ghost moved up and down the room. He followed them meekly.
Jon laughed and kissed her forehead once more. "I saw our future my love and it is happy and bright." He took her hand and took her deeper into the gardens. Jon plucked some blue and white blooms, winter roses. They sat by a tree; Jon weaved a crown. Daenerys smiled, "how do you know how to do these?" She was happy. Jon kissed her lips gently. "Joanna and Arya loved flower crowns. Arya was very little and mother had fashioned Joanna's hair into a nest of of braids and curls. Arya had very little hair and she wanted to wear her hair like Joanna. Arya wanted to do everything Joanna did back then. Mother could not make her hair like that so she fashioned her a crown of yellow roses. Joanna looked at the crown and wanted one too. So mother made another one. I helped her."
Daenerys smiled, "I cannot see you playing with little girls."
Jon smiled lightly, "well, I was a young boy back then. Robb and I were together most of the times and then Tommen and Joanna came along. Sometimes, I would be upset with Robb over something stupid he did. Or I would sulk away. Robb would take up with Tommen. I would go to play with Joanna and little Arya. I was gentler than Tommen and Robb. They were beasts. I knew how to play with tea. I would be the monster. Joanna would be the fair lady and Arya would be the valiant prince to rescue her."
Daenerys felt a stab of sadness and jealousy for a childhood she did not have. She felt sad for the children she could not give him. Maybe it was time to talk to Missandei. Maybe she could look past the fact that Jon would be with another woman. Who better than her friend? Daenerys was startled from her musings when Jon presented her with the crown. The queen put it over the simple circlet she wore that day. "Much better than that golden headpiece they have you on." He said.
Daenerys nodded, "feels lighter too."
They walked deeper into the weirwoods. Jon came here sometimes, by himself. He said that it reminded him of the North. Daenerys did not like to think too much of her time in the North. The painful memories ovewrshadowed everything else.
Jon kissed her against one of the trees. She felt him grow hard against her. Daenerys caressed his hair. She undid the hair tie that he wore. The queen preferred to run her fingers over his curls. He had beautiful black hair. "I thought we were not allowed to do this here." She gasped when he tore the fabric of her dress.
"It feels right." He muttered and quickly lowered his breeches. She felt him heavy against her thigh. Jon rubbed against her clit and sought her entrance. Daenerys kissed him then. He felt right, he always felt right. She moaned when he came closer and fucked her quickly. She was breatless. He was crushing her against that tree and she did not care as long as he kept kissing her neck and rubbing her clit so deliciously. She came around him and he sought her neck to mark her. "Jon, don't." She said feebly. It was a lost cause, he was too fargone. He sank his teeth on her neck. It was the wolf in him. Daenerys had seen the same marks on Cersei Stark once upon a time. Jon was more wolf than dragon. She felt him come inside her. She kissed him deeply. "My love, you know it is not safe." She said as his seed leaked out of her.
Jon kissed her once more and touched her lower belly. "Our future is bright my love." He reassured her. Her dress was ruined. Her hair was a mess and they smelled of sex. Jon's hair tie was nowhere to be found. They made their way to the Red Keep like that. The queen of Westeros looked properly fucked. Jon walked before her and dismissed the guards.
"Leave." He said. The men in gold left their posts. It would not do for them to see that the queen's skirts were ripped or that her neck sported what could only be teeth marks.
Jon pushed all work away from her and made love to her on their bed. The door knocks were left unattended as her husband pumped in and out of her. He filled her with his cum. Daenerys kissed his forehead when he dropped from exhaustion. She kissed the place between his shoulder blades and stood up.
She called for Missandei to meet her in her solar. The younger woman looked at her, "does your grace need me to draw a bath?" the girl asked with a complicit smile.
"No thank you. I need you to bring me my afternoon tea." The queen replied softly.
Missandei frowned, "the prince personally brought it to you."
Daenerys nodded, "he did; however, my husband and I have been less careful than I would have liked. I need to make sure."
"My queen. Prince Jon forbade any of the maidens to fetch any of the herbs anymore. He brought some roots and prepared the moontea himself." Missandei frowned. "There is enough for tomorrow's cup. He said you would not be needing anymore tea of any sorts."
Daenerys frowned back. "Thank you Missandei. You may leave."
Jon wanted a child. He wanted to try. Daenerys shook her head. She could not bear children. She would not go through that once more. She wiped some tears and went back to her quarters. She disrobed and hugged him.
Jon sighed and squeezed her. "I know what you did." She said in a very small voice.
Jon mumbled something next to her hair. Daenerys kissed his hairy cheek. "I cannot do it Jon. I will not submit myself to that pain again." She wanted to cry.
He soothed her with some kisses. "You will not. Do you trust me?"
Jon whispered. Daenerys tensed, she thought he was asleep.
"I do." She replied.
"Then trust that I am right. Trust in me. It will be fine my love." He opened his eyes and looked at her lovingly.
"You have life inside of you. You have our son growing. He will be born. I will be with you every day my love. I dreamed of it sweetling. Please trust in me." He begged her quickly.
Daenerys nodded. "Every single day." She repeated.
Jon nodded and covered her with his body.
She drank her tea the next evening. She smiled at the way he looked at her and then kissed her belly.
The queen visited Drogon a few days later. Jon visted the city. He always liked to make sure King's Landing saw him gallop and make sure that the people were fine. Daenerys decided to see her children. Viserion had warmed to her once more but he became enraged whenever Jon was near. Rhaegal did not pay her any mind. She was sleeping on the pit. Drogon circled the air. He came down to see her. Daenerys petted him and then climbed him. It was time she rode. She felt the wind on her face and felt free. They circled the city and flew over the some of the narrow sea.
It was late when Drogon dropped her back to the city. She met Grey Worm who escorted back to the Red Keep.
"The prince is worried." He said carefully.
"He did not know your grace had left King's Landing."
She nodded and entered the throne room. Her husband barked order to the golden cloacks. "I do not care what you have to do. I need you to find my wife now."
"Dearest?" Daenerys said clearly.
Jon turned and smiled softly. He half ran to her and hugged her. "Where have you been?"
"Flying." She said sheepishly.
Jon kissed her forehead, "I thought something bad had happened."
"Why did you not fly Rhaegal?" She asked as she dismissed the Golden cloacks.
"I was going to but Rhaegal is sick. She did not want to move away from the pit." Jon exmlained. "Viserion almost burned me when he saw me near her."
Daenerys nodded and rested her head on his chest. She felt lightheaded.
The queen noticed the first symptoms a week after she stopped drinking tea. She woke up to puke her insides out. Jon held her hair and smiled gently.
"He's strong." Jon helped her back to the bed.
"Rhaella was strong too." Daenerys cried then.
"Promise you will not leave me." She cried hysterically. "When the babe comes. I could not bear it. Please Jon swear." Daenerys clutched him.
"I will be with you every step." He swore.
Jon was true to his word. The grandmaester examined her and pronounced her with child. She was healthy. The sickness was brutal. Daenerys looked tired; Jon did not leave her side for one bit.
It was different from when she was pregnant with Aenys or Rhaella. Jon was present. He took care of her. He worshipped her. Her prince would coddle her. He would hold her all night. He massaged her and helped her. She felt loved like never before.
Westeros knew that she was with child. Jon was more careful about her safety then. She was not to visit the city alone. There would only be small audiences and short visits to the lords.
They were in the throne room in a meeting with the small council when it happened. The babe moved. She had felt him move before but it was different now. She felt a real kick.
Daenerys gasped and clutched her belly. "Daenerys." Jon was on his feet immediately. He usually sat on the other end of the table for these meetings. He rushed to her side. Daenerys felt it again. She smiled and was oblivious to all the other men. He grabed her husband's hand placed her on her baby bump.
"He kicked." She said happily.
Jon's laughter echoed in the chamber. He dropped to his knees and kissed her belly. "The meeting is adjourned. Leave now." He addressed the other men.
Jon and her stayed in the room while the babe kicked up a storm.
"What do you feel?" He asked her excitedly as their son kicked firmly.
"I feel uncomfortable but not bad uncomfortable." She said. Jon talked to the babe. The child kicked up more and more.
"He likes your voice." Daenerys grinned. Jon kissed her long and gently.
"I love you." He said and kept kissing her.
He took her on that table. It was different now that she had a belly. It was better. Jon made love to her and told her she was the most beautiful and fuckable woman in the world. He sported the biggest erection when he breasts started leaking milk. Daenerys knew that he would like to drink from them. She had not leaked when pregnant with any of her previous children.
They were in bed when she offered them to her. Jon almost came when she pushed her breasts together. He lapped at her tits.
"Like honeyed milk." He said and continued to suck from her.
Daenerys was satisfied when he licked other places as well. She grew very heavy with the babe.
Jon told her that she had a surprise for her. He helped her dress. Jon took her to the pit. There was Rhaegal; licking and breathing fire around three little dragons.
"Oh my." Daenerys said.
"You have to name them." Jon said happily while he hugged her from the back. He rested his hands on her big belly. She was close to birthing her child.
She laughed, "I am a grandmother."
Jon laughed with her. "Very funny."
There was a green dragon, and two cream ones, although one was more golden than cream. They were Viserion's.
"You name the green one. She is yours after all." Daenerys replied.
"I think we should name them after old dragons." Jon said.
"I agree. We are the last of the dragons Jon." Daenerys finished.
"We will not be my love." He caressed her belly.
Daenerys hoped he was correct. "What do you want to name him?"
Jon grinned, "Balerion." Daenerys chuckled. He was Jon's favorite of all the dragons. The queen thought it had to do with the fact that it was the only one he remembered from his lessons when he was young.
"Very well. This golden one will be Vhagar and that one we wil call Meraxes." Daenerys would start the golden age of her reign like Aegon the first had, with those three dragons.
It was five days later after a meeting when the pains started. Daenerys blamed the lords in that meeting. They discussed the heir's name. It seemed everyone had a thought of what her son should be named. Everyone but her husband. "Whatever name you give him will be fine with me. I will get to name the next two." Daenerys laughed. She would count it as an immense blessing if their son survived childbirth. She was still very fearful but disguised it well from her lord husband.
The small council thought it would do well to name the child Aegon like the conqueror. Daenerys vetoed it immediately. "Aegon Targaryen is a perfect name." Lord Fossaway exclaimed.
Daenerys saw Jon's angry and sad eyes. He had killed his biological brother and that same brother had killed Jon's other real brother.
"No." Daenerys replied out loud.
"My son will have his father's name as well. He will a Stark." Daenerys muttered.
"We were conquered by a Targaryen not a Stark. We agreed to a Targaryen ruler." others muttered. The queen saw red.
"I married a Stark and my child is not a bastard. He will have his father's name as has every other legitimate child in these kingdoms." How dare they question her? How dare they behave in such a way.
Daenerys was about to bring more evidence and recite countless of facts when the babe kicked her hard. She felt the contraction then. The queen gasped and sat down.
"Jon." She said quickly. Her husband rushed.
"Call the maesters and the nurses. Get them to our chambers." He said quickly and gave her a smile. Daenerys nodded waveringly.
"MOVE." He thundered when the lords stayed still. There was flurry and the men left the chambers.
"Missandei" Jon yelled.
"My prince." The girl said and rushed to his side.
"Help me." He muttered.
Daenerys was supported by her husband and her friend. They made it to their chambers. The maesters and nurses were already there.
It was too many people. "Too many people Jon. Have them leave." She cried.
"You heard your queen." Jon said and the nurses filed out. Jon compromised with her. "The maesters stay my love, as do I and Missandei?"
"Yes, Missandei stays." Daenerys had Missandei and him walk with her. She remembered lady Stark saying it helped with the labor.
Her water broke and the pain was unbereable. Daenerys refused to be examined.
She was afraid that it would go wrong. It always did once a maester opened her legs.
Jon kissed her sweaty forehead. He looked at her and told her immediately, "the babe has to be born."
"No." Daenerys said. If she held the babe in nothing would happen. She shook her head.
"You have to get her to the bed your highness. She has to push down now." The maester ground out.
Jon looked at her. "I am going to carry you to that bed and you will birth the babe. You have to love." He said slowly and she nodded just as slowly.
Jon was beside her and held her as their first alive child came into the world. "One last push my queen." The maester told her.
She pushed and she felt the dreaded pain of having her child out. There was no noise just as she expected. Daenerys closed her eyes and breathed shakily when the wails of her first alive child filled the chambers.
It was the most precious sound in the world. Better than Jon's laughter, better than the dragons' cries. She opened her eyes and felt Jon kiss her.
Daenerys pushed the afterbirth without problems.
"Where is the babe?" She asked.
"They are cleaning him." Jon soothed her.
Missandei brought the babe. He was swaddled in white cloth. He was red, squirming, and angry little human. Daenerys laughed and cried when she had him on her arms. Jon cried too. "He's beautiful."
The maesters and Missandei left the chambers. Daenerys was in love with her son. She kissed his red little forehead. She rocked him until he was quiet. He would have violet eyes. Daenerys knew that. He did not have hair yet but he would have a head full of black curls just like Jon. That Daenerys also knew.
Jon greeted his child. "Hello, little one." He said. Daenerys gave him to her husband. She felt bereft but then looked at the picture to the side. Jon was also in love with their child. The queen knew that the babe would be loved and taken care of. He would be the most protected child in Westeros.
"What is his name my love?" Jon asked with a smile.
"Jahaerys, after you. Jahaerys Stark." Daenerys said happily. Jon kissed her softly.
Her husband gave her their son. Daenerys saw as the babe nuzzled her bosom. She nursed her babe, her prince that was promised.
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