Game of Thrones - Season 8 / New Future

Assumptions

DRAGONSTONE

Daenerys started to open her eyes. She was naked and only the blanket covered her skin and her most delicate areas. A smile appeared on her face. She remembered back to their night which was full of orgasms and joy...  not to mention their talk before that wild night. She loved him even more day by day if that was possible. The real Jon Snow was not even close to the person from her dream. He loved her. He ... would do everything for her and for his future family. She bit her lower lip and turned on the bed to her other side. He was lying next to her and he was still sleeping. Her eyes wandered down on his body and stopped on his perfect ABS. He was not just loyal, true... brave... honest... he was such a good-looking man too. She would have not wished better for herself. Jon was the man who she dreamed of in the past. A lover that she would have never thought... she really has. Ever. She placed her fingers to his chest so cautiously and started to caress him. She pulled herself up to her elbow and stared at her love. He slowly opened his eyes after a couple of seconds. He yawned a quite big one, and slowly turned his face to Dany. 
"Good morning." he smiled at her and whispered those words. "You are shining," he stated. 
"Why not? I am... " she lowered her head and she felt how her cheek went red. "I am happy. I... I had that ... foolish dream when I was a child. Like every girl had. That I'll find my prince charming someday. Gosh, it sounds so silly." she frowned. "Of course, this prince is not exactly a prince and he is quite gloomy sometimes" she giggled a bit and leaned closer to his ear." But he is an extremely good lover that is sure." she bit her lower lip again. 
"Am I?" Jon raised a brow and deep in his heart he was proud of himself. He placed his hand to her cheek and turned her face to him. Gave a soft kiss to her lips then pulled her to his embrace. 
"I love you," she whispered to his mouth and placed her arms around his neck. 

Varys was sitting in his room and staring out of the window. Daenerys made sure that someone should always keep an eye on them. They couldn't leave the room without an escort. Jon convinced her that she should not take it too seriously, and at least let them alone in their room. She accepted it but she did not let them do anything alone in the castle. 
"What are you thinking about?" Tyrion glanced at his friend and walked closer to him. His eyes were resting on the dragons who were flying around the castle. It was clear his mind was racing.  
"Isn't that weird?" he asked Tyrion so quietly. "All history was about that only Targaryens are able to ride a dragon. No one else was able to go near to them." 
"I went near to them." Tyrion immediately answered. "And... they did not hurt me. But why did you mention that?" he narrowed his eyes
"But you never rode them." Varys turned to him.
"No. No of course not. Dragons only have one rider who they chose. It is possible if their rider is there to have more people on their backs but only their rider can control them." he explained his knowledge. 
"I learned the same" Varys nodded and turned again to the dragons. "That is why I think it is weird that a bastard from the north ... easily can ride a dragon. Why did that dragon choose him?" he asked Tyrion.
"Maybe because his mother chose him. The dragons have a deep connection with Daenerys." Tyrion shrugged. 
"That is an option, but somehow I think that is not the explanation." Varys crossed his arms. "Why ... why would I choose him instead of her? Why would I choose Jon Snow to rule the Seven Kingdoms?" he was thinking loudly. 
"You shouldn't think about her nightmare. It was just a nightmare, we both know that she is wrong about it. About us." Tyrion lowered his head. "We would never betray her." he sighed but Varys remained in silence. "Right?" Tyrion glanced at him but he was still staring out of the window. 
"Who is his mother? Has it ever come to the light?" Varys frowned. 
"You mean Jon's mother?" Tyrion asked back. 
"Ned Stark went home with a newborn son in his arms. He brought home a child. The noble and righteous Ned Stark slept with another woman. I always found it ... strange." Varys continued his theory. 
"They were in a war. Maybe he thought he never goes home." Tyrion still doesn't really understand what he was talking about. He glanced to the counter and decided to pour a glass of wine for himself. "You overthinking it my friend," he added.
"Maybe. Or maybe ... " Varys took a deep breath "maybe Jon Snow is not the son of Lord Eddard Stark"