The battle raged all around him but, despite his dislike for killing, Jon felt a strange sense of belonging here on the field with Longclaw back in his hand and enemies pressing him on every side. There was an odd comfort to it, despite the vicious slaughter, facing one Lannister soldier, then another. A turn, a cut, a parry, a slash. On and on and yet ... something didn't quite feel right.

He took advantage of a brief lull to look up, survey the scene of battle and see if he could work out what was going on. Their army was now pushing forward comfortably, with little for Drogon to do up above and relatively few casualties on their side. The dragon had swooped down near the start, using a similar tactic to the one employed on the ships - minimum damage for maximum effect - letting the enemy know exactly what they were up against and informing them in no uncertain terms that they were no match for just one dragon, let alone the Targaryen queen's vast army.

And then the battle was over just as quickly as it had begun and Jon felt strangely lost and confused. He had honestly expected far more resistance and the earlier reports of Lannister troops returning south made him all the more certain that Cersei was giving them false comfort and that there was worse to come.

He and Dany had visited as many castles and strongholds as possible on their journey south, asking to parley with various lords whilst attempting to convert them to their cause. Few had refused. If they could not be persuaded by the beautiful and inspirational king and queen with their offers of food, supplies and support, they'd be pressurised by Drogon instead and, thankfully, none had been quite as stubborn as the Tarleys in that regard.

"That can't be it," Jon said to his wife as she dismounted Drogon. "There's got to be more." She approached him, a deep frown on her face as she saw him covered in blood. "I'm all right. Most of this isn't mine."

She pulled a face and stretched, a hand in the small of her back; her pregnancy now clearly showing on her small frame after four months. "I agree it all seems far too easy," she said. "We'll move our camp forward now to Rosby and regroup there in preparation for the next attack."

He gave her a firm nod, almost a bow, before turning to carry out her orders; falling comfortably into his role as her northern commander whilst on the field. Tomorrow, however, he would be her king again, dressed as a Targaryen and using whatever means necessary to persuade the local lords to capitulate rather than fight.

~o~0~o~

"We're getting the strangest reports from the survivors of the latest battle," Varys said during that evening's war council meeting. "Reports of Cersei recalling her army almost two months ago, before sending various commanders off to defend castles that are a long way away from our route south.

"And what of this battle?" Jon asked. "I was convinced that it must be some sort of decoy army. It just seemed far too small to be a serious threat."

"Most of our prisoners say they were expecting back up too," Tyrion said. "But they had assumed they would have arrived before the fight. No-one seems to have any definite knowledge about supporting troops that may still be on their way."

Jon thumped a hand on the table. "None of this makes any sense!" he shouted.

"Agreed," Tryion said quietly.

"Your Graces? My lords?" Grey worm entered the pavilion with a terrified young man in tow. "This boy has a message from King's Landing."

Dany moved closer, smiling gently when the messenger looked as if he was about to turn tail and run. "You have something for me?" she asked kindly, holding out a hand.

The lad nodded and handed over the scroll which clearly displaying the lion sigil on its seal. The queen nodded and brought it over to the table, showing it first to Tyrion who nodded in return, acknowledging its authenticity before she opened it. She stared at the words in front of her, frowning, not quite believing what she was reading.

"It says, 'I, Cersei of the House Lannister, do hereby secede the Iron Throne of Westeros to Queen Daenerys and King Aegon of House Targaryen.'" She looked up, shocked, staring at the equally stunned faces surrounding her. "I don't understand."

"That's it?" Varys asked her. "There's nothing more?"

"That does not sound at all like my sister," Tyrion said, holding out his hand to take the scroll for himself.

"King Aegon?" Jon asked. "How would she know about that? Not even the northern lords have been informed of my birth name."

"There is indeed something very odd about all of this," Varys agreed. "But I have no idea of what course of action to suggest."

"I think we should just continue with the original plan," Daenerys said. "Continue to head forwards with the whole army towards King's Landing and expect the unexpected. This had got to be some sort of trick."

"But how does she know that name?" Jon repeated, still unable to put that particular concern to one side.

He had initially been so reluctant to accept his Targaryen heritage that he'd refused to accept the name Aegon whilst they were up in Winterfell. Who could have passed on such news to Cersei and why would she believe it even if they had? He and Sam had the evidence now, it was true, but Jon had typically been sitting on that too, not even telling Dany what he had discovered down in the Winterfell crypts. The information was mostly for his own benefit after all and he still hadn't decided if it was something he even wanted to publicly announce.

"Should we send a reply?" Jorah asked.

"What reply could we give?" Dany said, shaking her head. "No, I'm not prepared to accept this nor to acknowledge it any way. I think we should all retire now, think about this message and see if anything comes to mind. See if we can think of any piece of news or information which might help us to interpret it.

~o~0~o~

Jon was sitting in the royal pavilion nursing a horn of ale whilst still trying to work out the meaning behind that odd message from Cersei. Although he was aware that Daenerys had entered, his mind simply refused to switch off and so he hadn't fully registered her calling his name. She tried again, louder, quite obviously frustrated by his distraction.

"Aegon!"

"What?" He turned around, glaring, to find his wife's eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well, you responded to that name faster than you did to Jon," she teased.

He glared at her. "I was thinking."

"You were brooding," she corrected. "And I thought I was getting you out of that habit."

He finally managed a small smile. "I wouldn't get too hopeful about that."

"Hmm, sometimes it can be quite sexy but, right now, I need to be distracted from thoughts about that message not reminded about it."

"Oh?" He strode closer to her then and she licked her lips, smirking.

"Ah, finally, I have my husband's full, undivided attention."

"Almost undivided," he said, placing a hand on her stomach and gently stroking it. "You have competition for my affections now, remember? What do you want me to do to you tonight, my queen?"

The question was suggestive but also necessary now that Daenerys was getting larger and Jon was becoming nervous about hurting her. She seemed exceptionally unconcerned about it, but at least it was giving them the excuse to explore a few more interesting positions. She started to undress, her eyes on him all the time, obviously enjoying watching him watching her.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked as he slowly walked towards her.

"It is a little cold in here," she replied, "but I'm assuming you'll be solving that for me very soon."

"Hmm," Jon replied, encouraging her to stand by the side of the bed. "I'm sure I can think of something." He ran his fingers over her naked body gently, first her face, then her neck and shoulders before caressing her breasts, smiling as he took note of how much more they filled his hands nowadays. Then they slid down to her stomach, his touch softer as he rubbed her there, before his gaze was drawn lower, following the path of his fingers as they travelled between her legs.

Dany groaned, sitting on the side of the bed and widening her legs, offering herself to him. 'Lips or fingers?' he wondered, enjoying the dilemma, before choosing the second option caressing her fairly roughly until she dropped back onto the bed with a louder gasp, his name falling from her lips.

He quickly untied his trousers then, moving closer to the bed, standing against the edge and lifting her legs up and around his hips, before continuing to use his fingers on her, watching carefully in order to work out when would be the best time to enter her properly. Such calculations were unnecessary, however, his wife only too happy to let him know exactly what it was she wanted.

"Jon … now …. please! I'm ready for you. So ready for you."

He groaned on hearing her desperate pleas, shifting her hips a little higher and placing a pillow underneath to give her more support, before moving closer still so she could wrap her legs high up on his waist and allow him to enter her with ease.

"You all right?" he asked as he slid out and then back in slowly, keen to check that her groans were of pleasure and not pain, stroking one hand on the swell of her stomach as he tried to resist the temptation to be rough with her.

"Jon … please … not so gentle."

He smiled, speeding up a little, but still trying to restrain himself, using his fingers again to help draw her over the edge as he felt his own pleasure mount to a delicious climax.

Drogon's accompanying roar tended to make him feel more smug than embarrassed nowadays, even knowing that most of their army now understood what such cries meant. Daenerys' appetite had seen little sign of abating and so now Jon wasn't the only one being woken up in the middle of the night by the queen's demands, often more than once. The looks thrown the king's way by his commanders first thing in the morning tended to be a mixture of exasperation and adulation, although only Tormund dared to make any comment to his face.

"Surprised you can even walk straight this morning, boy," he had teased after one of Drogon's especially vocal nights and Jon felt no need to explain that it was his wife's pleasure the dragon was responding to and not his own.

~o~0~o~

The following day started quietly, with scouts reporting no sign of Lannister troops heading their way. Dany took off on Drogon for confirmation and also checked that what was left of Euron's fleet and the Golden Company were still in retreat back across the narrow sea after a few more of her persuasive fly-pasts had continued to reduce the number of sea-worthy ships.

"Nothing," she said as she strode into the war pavilion later that day. "It's all quiet."

"Too quiet," Jon mumbled.

"Yes," she agreed, "but I see no reason not to continue forward as planned. It's all we can do, after all." She looked at Varys and Tyrion, the ones who always seemed to be the most cautious about their various plans over the last few months, but the pair shrugged, just as confused by all of this as the young leaders were.

The following morning saw the whole army spread out around the city walls of King's Landing with still no sign of resistance. Their scouts reported a city going about its daily business with all gates open and lightly guarded, and no sign of obvious war preparations. So, there was nothing else for it, they supposed. No real reason why they shouldn't just head down and march into the city.

A bright flash of green on top of Aegon's Hill interrupted the frustrated conversation as all eyes turned to see the Red Keep burst dramatically into flames. A few heartbeats later the sound of the explosion reached them and the whole party gaped at the sight, blinking and shielding their eyes against the green glare.

"She's done it again!" Tryion was the one to break the silence. "How many more people is she willing to kill?"

"What if we'd not been so cautious?" Jon said. "Perhaps she timed that expecting us to be inside the Keep by now?"

"Perhaps, but ..." Dany shook her head, quickly turning on her heels and striding off.

"Where are you going?" Tyrion asked.

"I'm going to take a look," she replied. "Coming Jon?"

He nodded and followed her towards Drogon, both now able to mount the dragon with ease. They flew high and fast swooping over the walls, seeing crowds of people now torn between gawking at the burning castle or at the sight of a fully grown dragon flying in overhead.

"It seems to have been a relatively small explosion," he said. "I doubt there was much wildfire left after the Sept incident anyway."

"It does seem to have been focused on one part of the castle," Dany agreed. "And doesn't appear to have effected the city at all."

"The fire is still burning though so we best return to our army for now."

Jon continued to scan the crowds below, looking closely for any further traps, but saw nothing to concern him. Was that really it? Could they simply march into the city unopposed?"

~o~0~o~

They walked cautiously into the Great Hall of King's Landing, its red stone turned black, the roof shattered and partially open to the grey sky, whilst snow fell lightly all around them.

"I've been here before," Dany whispered as she edged closer to Jon. "I've seen this in a vision."

"I never have been here in this Hall," he said, looking down at the whiteness settling on the floor below him. "Winter really has come to Kings Landing, although I never thought that that would be quite so literal."

"Snow had arrived in the heart of the capital," she said, shooting him an amused smile. "In more ways than one."

"True, although I am not here as a Snow or a Stark."

"No," she agreed taking his hand. "You are here as my king and a Targaryen king in your own right and here … here is our throne."

They walked towards it, hand in hand, the swords of the conquered now blackened by wildfire as well as dragonfire and Jon pulled a face as he saw it. "Ugly," he muttered.

"Yes," Dany agreed. "And I think this fire has helped confirm the decision we'd already made?"

He nodded, looking around at the destruction. "I'm sure Drogon could get his head through that broken wall easily enough?"

"Yes. I remember my vision, the Iron Throne calling to me, tempting me, but I turned away from it. I turned away to face the snow and to find my dragons." She looked up at him with an amused smile. "It all seems so very clear now."

Jon smiled slightly in response but he was distracted by something he'd spotted, quickly taking another step up to the dais and towards the throne. "Dany?" he asked. "Is that …? Are those human ashes, do you think?"

She joined him, looking at the odd, grey dust on the seat. "Cersei?"

He shrugged, turning to the others who were all milling around, gaping at the destruction of the Hall. "Tyrion? What do you think of this?"

The dwarf hobbled up alongside Varys and both frowned at the sight, confused. "She might have done that if she felt she had no other choice," Tryion said, although he sounded sceptical. "Or she could have left some random body there whilst plotting her own escape."

"That might even be my brother," Sandor said unemotionally, making them all jump, and Jon turned to to the large man, surprised.

"Why do you say that?"

"I had a vision. As much as I wanted to be the one to finish him off, I knew that fire would be his fate. He knew it too." He sighed. "Shame it had to be wildfire though. Far too quick."

Jon pulled a face, unable to imagine having such hatred for a brother.

"The Iron Throne is yours now though," Tyion said.

Dany looked pensively between it, her Hand and Jon. "No, its time is over," she declared. "Drogon can have it. We'll rebuild the castle, of course, but the Conqueror's Throne will die today."

~o~0~o~

Half an hour later, Jon was standing at the ruined doors at the back of the Hall, watching as the dragon threw his flame onto the Iron Throne until it was nothing more than a molten stream of metal oozing down the dais, steam sizzling in its path as it encountered the snow on the Hall's floor.

"An improvement," a quiet voice said from near Jon's right shoulder and he turned in surprise.

"Arya! Where have you been?"

She shrugged. "Here, mostly. Out in the city at times too."

"And … what have you been doing exactly?"

Her lips twitched slightly. "Watching. Mostly."

"Mostly?" Jon never thought that single word could sound quite as ominous as it did now. "Why did you leave Winterfell?"

"I wanted to see what was happening down here," she said. "I wanted to find out what Cersei was up to and if I could help."

"And did you?" he asked, suspiciously. "Did you 'help'?"

She shrugged. "I really don't think you want to know the answer to that."

Jon recalled Sansa's words to him about how changed their sister was and shuddered. "Do you know what happened here?" he asked more firmly, nodding his head towards the dais.

She shrugged. "Winter came to King's Landing."

Jon had a horrible feeling he knew what that meant, but wasn't sure if he had the nerve to ask her outright. His gaze instead fell on Daenerys as she dismounted Drogon and started to make her way towards them and he smiled at the beautiful sight.

"I see congratulations are in order." Jon looked down to see Arya's attention was also on Dany and that she was now smiling broadly. "Because I know there wasn't enough food up in Winterfell for your queen to have put on that much weight otherwise."

And despite everything he laughed. "That's a terrible thing to say, Arya but, thank you."

"It'll be good to be an aunt," she continued simply, smiling more gently at Dany before turning to leave them.

Jon sighed held out his hands to his wife who took them and smiled up at him.

"That's done then," he said.

"Yes." She turned to the rest of her council as they walked forward. "Let's discover how the rest of the castle has fared and perhaps find an undamaged room in which to hold a meeting. We have a lot to discuss. A lot of plans to make."

The pair turned to leave but found themselves instead facing a wall of people; all of their council members who'd travelled down with them and a great many others behind, crowding around to see what was going on.

"Your Grace," Tyrion said to Daenerys, before turning to Jon. "Your Grace." And he dropped down on one knee. A heartbeat later everyone else followed his lead and Jon swallowed heavily. For all the talk of the future, this felt quite unreal. He and Daenerys were now king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms and there was no-one left with either the claim nor the desire to oppose their rule.

"To Queen Daenerys and King Aegon of the House Targaryen," Arya called out to the large audience. "Long may they reign."

~o~0~o~

The next few weeks were a bit of a blur to Jon. Whilst repair work started at King's Landing, numerous meetings were held in the new council chamber and Daenerys took full charge, giving instructions on how the city was to be managed and who would administer it during their absence. Whilst the queen focused on civilian matters, Jon focused on the military and security aspects, keen to take a fully hands-on approach and ensure all his orders were carried out exactly as he wished.

Then, once all the King's Landing appointments had been made, the royal couple turned their attention to Dragonstone, choosing the soldiers and advisors who would be assigned to the island stronghold, before flying ahead on Drogon to spend a little quiet time alone and make further plans; both royal and personal.

"This is where we shall raise our family," Dany declared as they stood in the imposing Great Hall. "Dragons, direwolves and children."

"Children?" Jon asked.

"Hopefully," she replied with a soft smile. "But, you're right, let's just focus on this one first."

He ran his hands over her stomach with a fond smile. "I would love for you to be able to take it easy now, Dany, but that isn't going to be possible, is it?"

She shrugged. "We've a lot to discuss and arrange while we're waiting for the others to arrive, but I'll certainly take this next week to rest as much as possible."

"Will you?" Jon asked, knowing full well that idleness was not in his wife's nature.

"Yes," she replied. "I plan to spend as much time as possible in bed."

He gave her a suspicious look. "Resting?"

She smirked. "I don't plan on doing anything that isn't entirely enjoyable."

Jon pulled her close, holding her firmly in his arms whilst his gaze landed on the throne and he chuckled quietly.

"What is it?"

"I was just remembering that this was the place where we first met."

She pulled away slightly to smile up at him. "You didn't think that much of me back then."

"Not entirely true," he said.

"No?"

"I was in awe of your beauty to the extent that I was struggling to remember what I wanted to say."

Her lips twitched. "You didn't appear that much in awe."

"I was a little blunt, it's true."

"Well, you certainly gained my attention that day and you've held it ever since." And she buried her head back onto his shoulder.

"Good to know," he said, holding her close.

"I'm glad we met here," she said after a little while, "but I'm definitely keen to make some new memories."

"Yes."

"And you're right. I need to rest now."

He kissed her on the top of the head. "You'll be tired after all those meetings and the flight up here."

"Yes, but I have no intention of sleeping just yet. I have another dragon I need to ride."

"Dragon?"

"Yes, my king. You may be half-wolf but, right now, I need your Targaryen fire."

Jon laughed gently, bending down to kiss her on the lips, savouring the rare peace and quiet with his beloved queen in his arms.

"Then you shall have it, my love," he declared. "Fire and Ice. All for you."

~o~0~o~

The End

A/N: Bringing a multi-chapter fic to an end is such a weird experience as a writer and this weekend I finish off two! Really odd.

So, the exact details of what happened in King's Landing are left vague here but I hope I dropped enough hints in this and earlier chapters to make it fairly obvious. One of my readers certainly guessed correctly after the last chapter!

My style as always been concise, and this story was always going to focus on Jon/Dany which made the whole Arya plot quite challenging as well as the fact that this story was originally intended to be a one-shot. However, for those of you who need to know more, I have plans to work on a side story from Arya's point of view some time in the future, hopefully one that can stand on its own for new readers as well as fill in any gaps from this story.

Right now though, I'm working hard on my two new Jonerys stories. 'The Girl Next Door' (probable title) is a canon-era AU where Jon and Dany interact as kids and I've only just started with that one. Before that you'll get 'Warg Riders', another canon-era AU which is inspired by the fictional TV show from 'Here Be Dragons' and those of you following that modern fic will start to get a taste of the 'trippiness' I've been talking about recently tomorrow (or later tonight if I get impatient) As you have seen, I hold true to my promises about weekly updates. Because of that you will only get chapter 1 when I am in a position to guarantee that. Now these two are done I can focus entirely on the new ones and can hopefully start sharing very soon. Check my profile for updates.

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