Chapter 2

"Your Grace-"

"You killed me. You looked me in the eye, kissed me and called me your Queen, and then you plunged a dagger into my heart."

He looked into her eyes, wanting more than anything to deny her word's. To deny the truth in them. The truth of his treason. But he couldn't.

"Yes. I did." He whispered, the words feeling worse than the swords that had pierced his body the night he had been betrayed by his own men.

"An honest answer. Now tell me Jon Snow, why shouldn't I order your execution? You've already killed me once." She said, her eyes never leaving his own. She was staring at him so intently that he thought she may be able to see into his soul. He was silent for a moment, considering his words. Words that could hopefully mean another chance with the woman he loved, or a swift death at her hands.

"It's true I betrayed you. But I never lied to you. You are my Queen, and you always will be." He said, and she scoffed.

"Pretty words. Your mouth says one thing, but your actions say another." She said, and he glared.

"I killed you because you were turning into the very thing you never wanted to be. Or can you honestly tell me that burning King's Landing to the ground was always your intent?"

She glared back at him, but didn't answer. After a moment he continued speaking, his tone softened.

"You had fully grown dragons for over a year. You could have gone and burned King's Landing and won the Iron Throne well before you and I ever met. But you didn't. You're better than that. And I'm so sorry I failed to remind you of that. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most."

Daenerys could hear the sincerity in his words, and her glare softened slightly. She was still furious, but she could see the anguish and self-loathing in his eyes. He truly hated what he had done to her, and he was right in one respect. The monster that she had become, The Mad Queen who had turned King's Landing into a pile of ashes...She had never wanted to become that person. She wasn't sure how to reconcile the two halves of herself, her heart and her mind. Both were warring within her, battling for control. Her heart wanted to take this man into her arms, to trust what he said, what she saw in his eyes. He hated what he had done, but he still loved her. He was still the man who had made love to her by the waterfall. He was still the same man who had committed his people to her cause. In her heart, she wanted to forgive him.

Her mind was a different story. In her mind, she heard his words. He was Aegon Targaryen, sixth of his name. He was the son of her brother Raeghar, and as such, he was the rightful heir to the iron throne. She remembered what he had said. He had told her he didn't want the throne. She had responded that it didn't matter what he wanted. Whether he wanted the throne or not, there would be those who would want to see him sit upon it. Particularly in the North. Tormund had called Jon King Crow. No doubt a reference to his time as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, an affectionate name between comrades and allies. However, that didn't change the truth of the matter. The truth was that the Free Folk followed Jon. They served in her army in the battle against the white walkers, but he was their commander, their leader. The same was true of the North. Lyanna Mormont had said she would have no ruler but Jon. Even Jon's own sister's Arya and Sansa had been rather cool to her.

Given all they had suffered, was that truly such a shock? Would her advisors, would her family have not reacted in a similar fashion if she had brought Jon to Mereen and said that she was bending the knee? Would her people have stood for that?.

She felt a fire stir inside of her, the Targaryan temper flaring again. Her people never would have been forced to stand for that. She was their Queen. She was the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. That was something Jon had not disputed. He had bent the knee to her, his only concern being the threat of the undead. He had trusted her, trusted in her vision for what the world could be.

But he had also trusted his sisters with the truth, even though she had begged he keep it to himself. He made a mistake, that was true. A costly mistake. However, he had still trusted her, and she in turn, had trusted him.

The question was, could she trust him again? She knew that question would take time to answer, just as it would take him time to trust her again.

There was, however, one question that could be answered now. She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, looking into his eyes.

"You said that I am your Queen. But is that all that I am to you?"

A/N: So I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! I know the pacing of the story may seem a little slow, but I really want to do these characters justice. I want Jon and Dany to be able to find their way back to each other, and I want it to feel earned. I hope you all agree. Please read and review, and the next chapter will be up soon!