The love of a dragon

Chapter 28

Y/n POV

I got back to DragonStone seeing Jaenor waiting for me. "How was it?" Jaenor asked me the second I descended from Aegon's back. "You were right, Euron tried to kill them but with the dragons we defeated him and now Yara sits on the Saltwood throne now since I killed Euron." I told him. "Good. He was an annoyance to me." Jaenor told me as we walked back to the castle. "How's my wife and children?" I asked him. "They are all doing good. Daenerys is just worried for you but all wives are like that I suppose." Jaenor told me.

"What about your wife, Elaena?" I asked him. I saw him smile as the Dothraki guards opened the doors to the throne room. "She's always worried for me, especially when I told her we're going against her mother." Jaenor explained. "Ah, yes, I forgot she is the true born daughter of Robert and Cersei." I said. "Yes, your Grace. But she hated every second of it, that's why she ran away and married me." Jaenor explained.

"Is there word on Jon Snow coming here?" I asked him as we walked through the halls. "He should be coming here in the morrow, your Grace." Jaenor told me as we stopped by a door to my chambers. "Good, make sure he receives a good welcome. And also watch Tyrion for me, something about him doesn't seem to sit right to me." I told him. "Of course, your Grace. Have a good night." Jaenor said before he left to his chambers.

I opened the door and see Daenerys on our bed holding Jacaerys and Visenya in her arms as she was reading to them. She looked up and saw me making her smile. I walked up to her and carefully grabbed Jacaerys who was asleep before I laid down next to her which she immediately cuddled into me.

The next day

Daenerys stayed in our chambers with our children as I'm in the Throne room while Missandei, Jaenor and Tyrion are waiting for Jon Snow by the beach. After a couple minutes they came in, Missandei and Jaenor took their positions near me as Tyrion stood off to the side. Jon Snow looked over to me and my breath hitched, he looks like Rhaegar without the white-blonde hair and violet eyes. Him and another man stood in the center of the room as Missandei introduces me.

"You stand in the presence of Y/n II Targaryen of House Targaryen, Second of her Name, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Father of Dragons, the Khal of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains." Missandei said. The man and Jon Snow looked at each other  awkwardly. "This is Jon Snow. He's King in the North." The man said. "Thank you for traveling so far, my lord. I hoped the seas weren't too rough." I told Jon.

"The winds were kind, your Grace." Jon told me. "Apologies, I have a Flea Bottom accent, I know, but Jon Snow is King in the North, your Grace. He's not a lord." The man told me. "Forgive me?" I said as Tyrion spoke up. "Your Grace, this is Ser Davos Seaworth." Tyrion told me as I see Jaenor glare at Tyrion making the dwarf shrink back a little. "Forgive me, Ser Davos. I just want to get this over with and not to have an argument with you or Jon Snow. I was just wondering if he would bent the knee to me and my wife? Or tell me what he needs." I said.

"I am not here to the bend the knee, your Grace." Jon Snow told me. "That's fine with me, Jon Snow. I know how my father burned your uncle alive. How he would've burn the Seven Kingdoms as well. But I'm not my father, that I assure you." I told him as he nodded in agreement, he sighed in relief knowing he doesn't need to bent the knee to me. "On the behalf of House Targaryen, I apologize for what my father has done to your House." I told him. "I thank you, your Grace." Jon said as I softly smiled at him.

"What is it you need from me?" I asked him. "I need your help like you need mine." He told me. I looked at him confused on why I need his help when I don't need to. "Did you see six dragons flying overhead when you arrived?" I asked him. "I did." Jon said. "And did you see the Dothraki, all of whom have sworn to kill for me and my wife?" I asked him. "They're hard to miss." He said. "But still, I need your help?" I asked confused.