Jon and Grey Worm were the first men in the rowboats, shouting commands as their soldiers launched the ships towards the shore with precision. The shores were poorly manned and the Unsullied clearly outnumbered the sellswords.

Jon was among the first to charge the beach, drawing Blackfyre and parrying before sinking the blade into an enemy's stomach. He quickly withdrew his blade and got it up in time to block a blow before sliding his sword forward and through the neck of his opponent. He hadn't squared off against arakhs in battle before but he quickly adjusted to the fighting style.

They wasted no time slaughtering all those that met them on the beach, moving forward through the streets. The few sellswords that stood to face them soon met their deaths but a majority laid down their arms when they saw the bloodlust on Jon's face and heard Rhaegal's roars overhead.

The great green dragon soared above the charge, waiting for Jon's permission to rain fire down on them. So far Jon had held back but as they neared the pyramid his anger began to peak as he eagerly rammed his blade through any sellsword he could find, regardless of if they were bearing arms against him or not.

When they reached the entrance of the pyramid they found it barricaded and Jon finally gave the command for Rhaegal to open his jaws and unleash his fire on the enemy. As soon as the barrier had fallen Jon and Grey Worm charged through the smoldering remains.

Most of the sellswords in the corridor had been consumed by Rhaegal's fire but those that remained were caught off guard and quickly slaughtered by Jon and the Unsullied.

Grey Worm had an intimate knowledge of the pyramid and quickly led them to the throne room, where a bulk of the sellsword forces had taken up arms. Jon brought Blackfyre down hard enough to rip the arakh out of his opponent's hands before driving his sword through the man's chest and then turning to parry the next blow that neared him.

In the distance he could hear all three dragons roaring and he knew that the city would burn that day if Daenerys wasn't safely returned to him. He quickly slashed through the back of the man Grey Worm was facing before turning to a new opponent.

Seeing Jon covered in blood, flush with anger and adrenaline, wielding Blackfyre expertly soon struck fear into the heart of every sellsword and those that weren't killed quickly surrendered after a taste of Jon's army and his wrath.

Jon didn't want to accept their surrender, wanted to slaughter every last one of them for aiding in Daenerys' capture. He rushed forward and gripped a man by his collar. "Where is she? Where is the Queen?"

"Th-th-the royal chambers." the man choked out before Jon shoved him aside, only just stopping himself from beheading him.

Grey Worm led the way. Finding doors barring their entrance the men scrambled to find a heavy stone bench they converted into a battering ram. After ramming down several different doors they reached the royal chambers. Only one more door stood in Jon's way.

The knife was cold on her throat, held so tight to her that she was afraid to swallow. Her eyes nervously flitted to Missandei, only a few paces away from her, as well as the man holding a knife to her advisor's throat. There were several other sellswords in front of them, barring the door as something on the other side crashed against it.

She could feel Daario tensing behind her as the door fell with one final thud. The first man in the room was Jon. He looked fearsome in his black and red gambeson, his face and gorget splattered with blood. Blackfyre was a natural extension of his arm, held firmly in front of him, ready to strike.

"Be careful, bastard." Daario's voice held confidence and contempt despite his present circumstances. They were terribly outnumbered and the dragons' screams were just outside the balcony.

Jon's eyes widened at seeing Daenerys before he clenched his jaw and growled out, "Let her go. Now."

Daario chuckled. "I don't think so."

"Let her go now and I'll let the dragons give you a quick death. Refuse and I'll give you a slow death. A painful death."

Daario smirked. "That's what I want, bastard."

Jon's anger briefly clashed with confusion. "You want a slow and painful death?"

"I want the opportunity to give you one."

Daenerys' eyes widened as she stiffened, realizing what Daario was about to say.

"I'd like the chance to kill you. Trial by combat, if you'd like. I'll fight for my life so long as you'll fight for the crown."

"Jae-" The blade drew even closer to her throat and a thin stream of blood fell from where the knife nicked her skin. Jon's eyes darted to the red and his nostrils flared.

"I'll gladly kill you, sellsword. You will have your trial, provided you release her now."

"How can I trust the word of a bastard?"

Jon tightened his grip on Blackfyre. "I swear it on her life."

Daario pursed his lips, seeming to consider for a moment. "When I defeat you, I want the Unsullied to follow me."

Grey Worm stiffened next to Jon. "No. Unsullied are not slaves."

"You want me to release your dear Missandei, don't you? I'll release her if you swear to follow me once I kill this bastard king."

Grey Worm clenched his jaw. "Unsullied follow King Jaehaerys and Queen Daenerys."

Daario sighed and shook his head. "Pity. Slit her throat."

"Wait!" Jon bellowed as the sellsword's blade started to slide through Missandei's flesh. The man stilled and looked to Daario for guidance. He raised his eyebrows expectantly as Jon stared him down.

"The Dothraki follow strength. When they hear you've bested me then they'll follow you. As for the Unsullied, Grey Worm will command them not to seek revenge, should you defeat me."

Daario smirked. "Very well. When I kill you I want Daenerys to marry me."

"Never." she choked out, adding more of her blood to the blade as her throat moved against it.

Jon stiffened. "I cannot control her. I cannot force her to marry you. But I can promise you that I won't be able to stand in your way once I'm dead."

They stood in silence for a moment before Jon spoke again. "I swear you will have the opportunity to face me in single combat if you release the Queen and Missandei to me right now."

"And Grey Worm, your Unsullied won't take up arms against me?"

Grey Worm's jaw was tightly clenched as he stared at Missandei, then Daenerys, who gave him a slight nod. It was difficult to do so with the knife so close to her throat. After a moment Grey Worm looked to Daario and gave him a single nod to show his consent.

Daario turned to his man and nodded. "Release her."

Missandei rushed forward to Grey Worm as soon as the knife was away from her neck. He propelled her behind him, stepping in front of her protectively to use his body as a shield.

Jon turned back to Daario. "Release the Queen. Now."

Daario pulled Daenerys' face close to his and forced a kiss to her cheek. She stared at Jon, pure fury in both their eyes.

"You'll return to me soon enough." Daario suddenly dropped the knife from her throat and let her go. She rushed to Jon and he stepped in front of her, using one hand to grip Blackfyre and the other to anchor himself to her.

"Take him alive. Kill his men."

Daario looked momentarily shocked, not having thought to argue for the lives of his men.

"You promised me a fair trial!"

"And you shall have one. Until then you'll be staying in the cells." Two Unsullied soldiers gladly gripped Daario's arms and led him away as his men were butchered in front of him.

As soon as Daario was gone and then men were dead Jon nodded to Grey Worm, who then took Missandei to her own chambers, leaving a few men to guard the monarchs in his absence.

The second they were alone Jon let his battle persona fade away. Blackfyre clattered to the floor as he opened his arms to Daenerys, who eagerly lept into them. He buried his head in her hair and felt his neck grow wet after a moment. Tears of joy welled in both of their eyes.

After a moment Daenerys pulled away. Jon gave her a concerned look and suddenly she struck him across the face, hard.

"Dany?"

"I told you that you're never to risk your life again! What were you thinking, you foolish noble idiot!" She immediately pulled him back in for a hug, her body now wracked with fearful sobs. Her hormones weren't helping the situation.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, sweetheart. I'm safe now, you're safe. Nothing is going to separate us again, I swear it."

She pulled back again, searching his eyes. "You're not going to fight him?"

"I gave him my word."

She scowled. "I don't care. You're the King, you can't gamble your life like that. You can't do that to me."

He raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused. "You don't think I can best a pesky sellsword?"

Her expression grew more harsh. "Don't underestimate him. Fighting him is an unnecessary risk. I forbid you from doing it."

"You forbid me?"

She nodded resolutely and he smiled, pulling her in for another hug. "It's going to be okay, I swear."

He hardened after a moment. "He's going to pay for what he's done, Daenerys. I'm going to make him suffer. It has to be me, I can't accept an alternative."

She shook her head again, burying her face in his neck. "You're a Northern fool."

He smiled. "Aye, I am. That's why you fell in love with me, remember?"

She pulled back again and her lips finally found his. He had been furious and full of bloodlust mere moments before but his lips were soft and the kiss tender, a gentle homecoming. After a moment the kiss deepened and she moaned into his mouth. When they finally came up for air he rested his forehead against hers.

"Jae, you're filthy. Go take a bath."

He chuckled, bringing his hand to her face to wipe away some blood. "It appears I've transferred some of my mess to you."

His eyes fell to the gash on her neck. "We need to find a healer."

She pressed her lips together and nodded. "I need to see a healer. Alone. I'll find one while you bathe."

He gave her a concerned expression. "I'm not leaving you, I've only just gotten you back."

She gave him a reassuring smile. "I need to see the healer alone, Jae. Please. The Unsullied are here now, they'll keep me safe."

He shook his head and she cupped his cheek, trying to reassure him. "Please? I just need a few moments alone with a healer."

After pouting for a moment he nodded his consent and the Unsullied were instructed to fetch a healer for the Queen.

"And you're sure?"

"Yes, your Grace. You're a few moons along now. You look to be very healthy. I expect the baby will be strong."

Daenerys broke into a broad smile, tears of joy pooling in her eyes. "Thank you."

"Of course, your Grace. I'll be back in the morning to see to your neck again. The cut wasn't deep but we can't be too careful."

Daenerys nodded, too wrapped up in the news of her pregnancy to pay much mind to the state of her neck. The cut stung a little with the ointment the healer had applied but it didn't bother her too much.

After the healer left Daenerys joined her husband for a bath, not knowing how or when to break the news to him.

His face instantly brightened at seeing her, a wide grin spreading across it before his gaze rested on her neck and his expression hardened. Daenerys gave him a reassuring look as she disrobed and joined him in the water.

"Did the healer say everything was alright?" He moved to wrap her in an embrace the second she entered the water. She nodded happily, melting into his arms.

"Everything is more than alright, my love. I'm sorry I didn't allow you to stay with me, I didn't want to give you false hope."

"False hope?"

She nervously bit her bottom lip and took his hand in hers. "You were right. It seems that witch was wrong."

She gently guided his hand to her stomach and his eyes widened as his jaw dropped. "Dany- are you-"

"Pregnant." He drew her in for a tight embrace, practically shaking, completely overcome with joy.

After a moment Daenerys pulled back, worry creeping to her face. "The healer told me that I look healthy and the babe will be strong, but- but-"

"Dany?" His voice was laden with nothing but care and concern.

"Jae, my first child, Rhaego, he was born covered in scales, born dead. If this child doesn't make it- if they're born like he was-" Tears began forming in her eyes. Where she had been filled with hope she was now filled with fear.

Jon cupped her cheek, drawing her eyes to his. "Listen to me, Daenerys. Before we were wed I told you that I don't care if you can give me an heir. I need you to understand that a child was something that I never dared to hope for, not in my wildest dreams."

"Jae, I want this baby to live. I want to give you a child."

He gave her a sad smile. "I want nothing more than that. I want nothing more than to have more of you in my life, to have a babe to bring more of you into this world. But if that's not what fate has in store for us then I need you to know that you are enough. You will always be enough."

She buried herself in his arms once again, still terrified to lose the babe but assured that she would never lose him. After a moment he spoke again. "You've made so many impossible things happen, Daenerys. You brought dragons back into this world. You defeated the Night King, you defeated death itself. You conquered the Seven Kingdoms. You've made me a husband. I believe that you can make me a father as well."

He stroked her hair as she calmed down. After a moment he reached down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you no matter what the future has in store for us. For now let's be happy, okay? Let's hope for the best but know that no matter what we will prevail."

She smiled and pulled him down for a long kiss, her tongue darting out to probe his mouth.

He melted into her touch, his hands eagerly roaming across her body. After months apart things felt new and exciting again. They were ready to rediscover each other, though in their hearts they had never truly parted.

Daenerys pressed herself against her husband, slowly rubbing herself against his hardening cock. His tongue duelled with hers as his hands glided down her body to her firm ass. She let out a surprised squeak as he suddenly spun her so her back was to his chest. He reached for the soap and gently rubbed it over her skin, starting with her arms and then moving to knead her breasts.

The early stages of pregnancy had made her chest tender and sore and his touches brought pleasure tinged with pain, the best kind. She pushed herself down and back on his cock, eliciting a moan from both of them.

His hands moved lower as he dragged the soap down her stomach to her slick folds. His touch was gentle and maddeningly light. She grabbed his hand and tried to force him where she needed him but he chuckled against the shell of her ear.

"Patience, my love."

She turned to face him, capturing his mouth again. "It's been months. I have no more patience."

He smiled, pulling her from the water and walking them to the bed.

Dripping wet, he moved his mouth from her supple lips to her neck, where he gently nipped and sucked at her pulse while his hands glided over her hips and stomach, ghosting over where she needed him most.

She tried to guide his hands to her sopping folds but he took his time in his descent, pausing to kiss and suck each of her breasts, teasing her dusky nipples with his teeth. They were impossibly sore and sensitive and his attentions were even more intoxicating than she remembered.

Finally, finally, he turned his attention to her cunt. Since returning to the east she had shaved away most of the hair on her cunt, leaving her smooth pink skin completely exposed, ready for Jon to devour. He paused for a moment above it to marvel at it. Just as Daenerys was about to ask if he liked it he let out a growl and licked his way up her folds.

She fisted the sheets and a string of High Valyrian escaped her lips as she succumbed to the pure pleasure Jon was giving her. He buried himself in her wet heat, first probing her clit with his tongue and then filling her with his fingers while he wrapped his mouth around her sensitive bud.

His other hand slowly snaked up her body to her breasts, where he gently rolled a nipple between his fingers before gently kneading her chest, driving her ever closer to her peak. In mere moments her walls were clenching around him as she found her release.

As she came down he gently kissed his way back up her body, moving to lay next to her when he reached her face. She quickly moved to drape herself across him.

When she recovered her breath she spoke softly. "I missed you."

He smiled down at her. "I missed you too."

After a moment his smile faded and was replaced by a dangerous fear. "He didn't- he never- you weren't forced to-"

"No, Jae, I didn't fuck him."

"Good."

She nestled closer to him, finding comfort in his embrace. "Though I did spend a number of nights in this bed pleasuring myself while thinking of you doing what you just did to me."

His smile returned. "Oh you did, did you?"

She smiled as well. "Yes, I did."

"Did I fulfill your dreams?"

She reached up to kiss him. "You surpassed expectations."

"Good. I did tell you I'm going to devote the rest of my life to making you happy, I'm glad I seem to be doing well so far."

"You'll make me far happier if you don't risk your life again."

"Daenerys-"

She sat up and looked down at him, wearing a concerned expression as she held his hand to her face where he had reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"Jaehaerys, you're the King. You're my husband. You may be a father. You're too valuable to risk."

He sat up as well and pressed his forehead to hers before gently caressing her lips with his own.

"It's going to be okay. I promise."

They had briefly parted to change for supper and she was eagerly awaiting Jon's reaction to her gown. He'd never seen her in her tight and scandalously small Eastern dresses and she was excited for his reaction. After being forced to dress how Daario wanted her to she was thrilled to be dressing for Jon instead, thrilled to be reclaiming her body and the power over men it gave her. While she and Jon had happily fucked themselves into oblivion that afternoon they still had a lot of lost time to recover.

She knew that he liked to see her in Targaryen colors, just as she fancied them on him. When she had lived in the Bay of Dragons as Queen of Mereen she had avoided black and red but that evening she had selected a dark scarlet gown with black straps. Her back and midriff were completely exposed and the fabric that did cover her was thin, not leaving much up to the imagination.

Jon's jaw dropped when he saw her. He was completely stunned, unable to get up from his seat or speak as she waltzed into the room, giving him a devious smirk as she took a seat across from him at the table.

They sat in silence for a few moments as she bit into a plum, taking care to slowly suck the juice off her fingers while looking directly into his eyes.

"Daenerys…" Her name was a low rumble in the back of his throat, a guttural cry.

"Yes?" she asked innocently, wiping some juice from the corner of her mouth.

He stared her down for a few more moments. She found herself squirming under his gaze, moisture pooling in between her thighs in anticipation.

"Come here." he growled out, his eyes never leaving hers as she nervously got up from her seat and approached him. He reached out and pulled her onto his lap, his mouth greedily claiming hers as she crashed into him.

After a moment she broke the kiss, moving to sit across his lap while draping an arm around his neck and reaching for some fruit with her free hand. She moved the slice of pear to his mouth and he practically growled as he accepted it. He had fought a taxing battle that day and she had worn him out that afternoon, they both needed to eat before they continued what they had begun that afternoon.

As she brought a chunk of roasted goat to his mouth his hands began exploring her thighs, eventually dipping below the edge of her dress to slowly reach her smooth and slick cunt. He arched a brow at the realization she wasn't wearing smallclothes, enjoying the face she made as he slowly dragged his fingernails over the lips of her cunt.

She tried to focus on feeding both of them but it was becoming increasingly difficult. His fingers had started probing her cunt as his thumb made its way to her nub, rubbing her in impossibly light circles.

"Jae…" she moaned, letting the bread she was reaching for fall back on the plate, forgotten as she wrapped both arms around him and rode his hand. His other hand glided over her ass before sliding up her body to free her breasts.

He nipped at her neck and she moaned as he began to gently knead her chest again. As she felt herself nearing her peak she stood up. He gave her a dazed expression that she met with a devious smile as she bent before him and undid the lacings of the breeches that were keeping his cock from her.

Once it sprang free she found him already hard for her, a bead of moisture pooling at the tip. She slowly enveloped him with her warm, wet mouth, her cheeks caving in as she sucked him tightly.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as she took him deeper. His hands went to her hair as he began gently rolling his hips into her mouth, his base instincts taking over.

She used her hands to stroke his base and play with his stones while she pulled back to swirl her tongue over his head before swallowing him back down. She struck a steady base, bobbing up and down on his length until her mouth was being flooded with his thick hot seed.

She stood and smiled at him, wiping the corner of her mouth as he struggled to regain his composure. When he finally came back down he stared at her, awestruck.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

She smiled and took his hand, leading him to their bed.

"You've done plenty, Jaehaerys. You defeated a dead army and reclaimed our throne, for starters."

He smiled back at her, slowly working the straps of her dress off of her.

"And that was my reward?"

"No, my King, that was just the beginning."