Death At A Funeral

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Hello everyone, Doodle here with a new story that I am excited to write and one that I hope you will enjoy.

This is the first time I am writing a modern AU but I really loved the premise when my friend Kayla presented it to me. In this story Westeros is a continent, just like Essos. The Seven Kingdoms are countries and those countries have Presidents and the country that Jon and Dany reside in is the "Crownlands"

Since it's a modern AU, modern things apply. So don't freak out when labels and random things are name dropped. Labels are mentioned a lot here.

So if none of that is to your liking then keep it stepping.

Anyways let me know what you think.

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"I'm not a 'businessman,' I'm a "Business" man. Let me handle my business damn" – Shawn Carter

The ale warmed him up as he put down the magazine from the photo-shoot they did a while back.

Perhaps that was a positive for coming back to the North.

There wasn't a place that he hated more than Winterfell itself but the bar he sat in did hold fond memories.

He took a sip of the beer that he hadn't tasted for over ten years now and he remarked at the bitter taste and the filling sting that the lager had, the warmth that it enveloped.

The pub in itself was moderately busy, no more than usual but Jon didn't recognize any familiar face from his high school days.

The entire place felt bittersweet and truth be told, Jon wanted to bolt and leave this place behind and never look back.

But he had to come back for his Uncle. It's the least that Benjen deserved.

The buzz of his phone brought him out of his musings.

Today had been a terrible day but when he saw her name pop up on screen, he smiled.

'Hey' he said once he swiped right to accept the call.

'Hey babe' Dany replied softly, her voice cognizant of the fact that the morning when he took his flight from Kings Landing it had been a very somber occasion. 'How you holding up?'

Jon sighed sadly.

'The tears have stopped, believe it or not even if you own a private jet, it's still quite embarrassing to cry in it' he joked.

His wife let out a laugh and he felt the need to hold her.

'I wish I could have come with you this morning' she replied. 'Today is not the day you need to be alone.'

Jon waved it off; he knew how important the IPO expansion had been for her.

'It's fine Dany, I am just sad that I didn't get to see you buyout Loraq. At least tell me he cried when you told him that we own him now?' Jon asked her.

He didn't need to be with her to know that she was smiling.

'Practically fell on his knees and begged me not to fire him' her chuckle was restrained and he knew there was something she wasn't telling him.

The waitress came to ask if he needed anything else but he shook his head and asked for the bill.

'How are the girls?' he asked her.

Not that he needed to ask, he could hear them playing in the background.

'Their fine, we will be there before the evening strikes. I would have left sooner but something came up' she said.

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