Targaryen Dynasty

Next Morning

The thing that woke up Jon in the morning was a single ray of sunlight, shining at his face right through the windows in his chamber. The sight that was so rare in north, especially during the winter, was another sign of the world telling him that they indeed, won. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and the moment he tried to stood up he suddenly felt dizzy, and started massaging his temples. Jon wasn't used to drinking, he never drank much, even when he was behind the wall, living with wildlings, and he was surely starting to regret his decisions from yesterday. He slowly pushed himself off the bed, and began dressing up, when he heard the knock on his doors.
"Wait a moment" He said, his voice raspy and painful which was another reminder of the yesterday's night. He pulled up his pants, tied his hair in a bun and slowly opened the door.
There was a young kid standing in front of him, holding the plate filled with food and a single jug of water. "Y-Your grace. I've been sent to bring you a breakfast." he said, with trembling voice. Jon eyed the boy from head to toes. He wasn't older than eight, maybe nine at most. He saw how the kid's hands started shaking so he quickly took the plate from him, and put it on the table behind him. "Thank you kindly. And your name is..?" Jon asked and smiled towards the kid, who was watching him with awe. Jon still wasn't used to that look. It was hard for him to understand the way people started treating him when he was nominated a King. "So? You must have a name, don't you?" Jon said, and crouched to match the boy in height. "Davis, Your Grace" he responded, his voice still shaking like he was afraid of saying anything that could offend Jon. "See, wasn't that hard right?" he said, and stood up. "Maybe you are hungry Davis? I don't really like eating alone, and i'm not that hungry myself." Jon said casually and invited the boy in. The kid's mouth dropped, and he shook his head, "I'm not hungry Your Grace, and I'm not worthy of taking your time" he said, and looked down on his feet. Jon sighed. Since when people had to be 'worthy' to spend some time with him? His thoughts were interrupted by sudden stomach rumbling, coming from the boy who still haven't lifted his head up. Jon let out a deep breath, and walked back into the room pulling one of the chairs from his table. "Come Davis, and eat with me. I don't want to order you to do that, but I clearly see that you are hungry. And I won't be able to eat all of that alone." he said, trying to crack a joke, to maybe get the kid out of his shell. Davis lifted his chin, and started moving slowly towards the table, while his eyes were scanning Jon's room. It wasn't a big one, that's for sure, he did not want to take his father's chambers, so instead he took Robb's room, and made it his own. There was a fireplace in the corner, a double size bed, table, desk which he used for writing letters and a closet. He sat down on the other side of the table, and smiled towards Davis. "Don't hestitate, you can eat how much you want. If I were you, I would try that chicken. It's really delicious." he said, pointing towards a meat that the kid was eyeing since he came to his room. Boy carefully torn away the piece that Jon pointed to, and devoured it in an instant. Jon sighed. The real reason that he invited the boy was not the fact that he liked company, or he was feeling lonely. The moment he saw him, he noticed how underfed he was. His arms skinny, visible collarbone and the cheekbones that were standing out on boy's face made him look like he didn't eat anything proper in a long time. "So, I haven't seen you before Davis. Could you tell me how'd you get here?" Jon said while grabbing an apple from the plate, and the boy looked to him embarassed, because he was throwing food in himself like in a dumpster. "I'm sorry your grace, I should not eat that much." he said, and once again looked down on his feet. Jon laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, man's gotta eat to get strong. But as I asked before, you are not from Winterfell, right?" Jon said, and kid slowly nodded after a moment of silence. "I came here with my father from the north. Soldiers told us that the dead are coming, and we should go to Winterfell, that we will be safe there.". Jon slowly nodded, and the boy went back to eating, now grabbing an apple and looking at it like he never had one before. His eyes went to Jon, to which he kindly smiled and gestured the boy to keep eating. "And where is your father now?" Jon asked, making the kid stop mid-bite. "He died. During the battle. He didn't know how to use sword, yet he wanted to fight for the north. For all of us." Davis said, and his expression turned to sad. Jon slowly nodded, and boy went back to eating. Jon figured it out already, but he had to be sure. Many men that came to Winterfell with their families lost their lives during the siege. The remains of those families were now under the protection of Stark's, but the ammount of food they had, was very thin, especially since the dothraki and unsullied were stationing there as well. "So who sent you here? I was planning on eating much later, with everyone in the hall, I did not expect anyone this early in the morning" Jon asked, and kid quickly swallowed "Queen Daenerys. We are living in the barn right now, and she came there to see if we need anything." he responded with a smile. Jon was taken away. That woman was still able to impress him, even by small gestures like that. "She asked me if I can get you something to eat Your Grace, and handed me the food herself." he finished and took a sip of water from the jar. Jon felt torn more and more with each moment. He was acting so cold towards her, tried to push her away to spare them both a lot of problems, yet she acted like nothing changed. And did it really? She was making moves towards him for few last days, and he was getting angrier at himself each time that he pushed her away. There was something inside him that could not let him act like nothing happened. She was his aunt, he should not feel the feelings he was feeling. So why was he getting more and more anxious instead of the opposite? He shook away those thoughts, and stood up, to which the boy almost shot up from his chair. "I think that we should get going. They are probably waiting for us in the great hall already." Jon said, and stretched his back. "Us, Your Grace?" Davis said, clearly confused. "Well, You probably haven't seen the hall of Winterfell right? Come, I will find you a place to sit at one of the tables. The food won't be that good, but I may have an errand or two for you after the breakfast will end." he said, and started moving towards the doors, while Davis still stood, almost frozen with his mouth open. Jon gave him a kind smile, and reached his hand towards him, "Come, King should not be late, right?" he joked, to which boy nodded, ran up to him and grabbed his hand, after which they left Jon's room.

Daenerys was sitting in the middle of the main table at the great hall, next to Tyrion on her left side, with a place open, pressumably for Jon to take on her right. Sansa and Arya were sitting on the right end of the table, and they were eating in silence, sometimes exchaning a sentence or two about the stuff Dany wasn't really interested in. She was waiting for Jon to come, and she couldn't really focus on anything else, not after what she saw last night in the crypts. The man she loved, broken in front of her, and she wasn't able to help him. Even if she was, she didn't try and still could not tell if she did a right thing leaving him be. "My queen, you should eat something. The northeners may have their quirks, but I promise you, the food they make is somehow delicious" Tyrion said, pulling her away from her thoughts. She smiled towards him, and took some ham with vegetables on her plate. She has to act strong, at least when she was around her advisors, or else they will start asking questions, which she did not want to hear. Because what would the answer even be?
When Daenerys finished her food, she heard doors opening in front of her, at the end of the hall, and then she saw him. Jon was smiling, the people started cheering his name, to which he laughed and nodded with thankful expression towards all of them. But what really shocked Daenerys was the fact that he came into the hall with a kid, holding his hand. She immediately recognized the boy, he was the one she sent to fetch Jon some food if he decided to not come here, in attempt of avoiding her once again. But he came, and to her surprise with the kid himself, who was so embarassed, that he was shaking, and she could see it from the end of the room. When people finally got quiet, Jon cleared his throat. "My fellow northman!" he started to which people raised their mugs. "This boy right here saved your king from one of the most viscious enemies a man can face!" he said with a smile, seeing confusion on people faces. "Hangover, of course" he finished, and everybody laughed, including the boy. Daenerys herself could not help but laugh, and the rest of the table she was sitting at joined quickly, even Sansa and Greyworm. "So if you would be so kind and raise your mugs for the small Davis right here, you would do me a honor!" he said, and everybody raised their drinks while laughing, and some of them were chanting Davis' name. Dany looked at the boy, and she could see that his face was now the color of the deep red, probably burning from embarassment, but he was laughing as well. Jon lifted the boy by his arms, and put him between two northman at the side of one of the tables, where they quickly welcomed him. Dany felt her heart melt, when she saw Jon lifting the kid like he was his own, and stroking his hair before moving forward. "He would make a great father" she thought, but she dismissed the though instantly, when she noticed that he was indeed walking towards their table. Her heartbeat quickened, and the breath became faster the moment he passed her, before taking a seat right next to her.
The minutes passed, the people were chatting, but they remained in silence. Jon was eating his food, while sometimes smiling towards the people that were coming in and going away from the hall. And with each minute that passed, the silence was becoming more and more annoying for her. Why couldn't she say a word? She wanted to have a conversation with him for so long already, and now when she had a perfect opportunity, she couldn't muster a word? The whole situation was so childish and stupid that she felt pity for herself. "Thank you for the breakfast Your Grace." He suddenly said, making Dany almost jump in her chair, while her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Why the hell was she acting like that. She regained her calm, and smiled towards him. "You're welcome. I see that you came to like this little boy" she responded to which Jon smiled. "Aye. The kid was so scared of me that he almost dropped the plate. But I invited him to eat with me, we had a little chat, and then we came down here", " A little chat? With the King in the North? No wonder the boy was scared." she said, in a joking manner to which Jon laughed. "Am I that scary? I mean, I' must've looked like total wreck after last night, but really?" he said, also trying to crack the joke, but Dany did not laugh. She instantly remembered the scene from the crypts, the man she loved crying to himself. "Jon, about last night.." She said and tried to grab his hand to which he quickly took it away. His expression got colder in a moment, and the happy face he wore until now disappeared. "Don't. Please." he responded and turned away, going back to eating his food.
Dany felt her heart break. The moment she thought that everything is going to be fine, was the same moment that hurt her the most.

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