Daenerys was disappointed she couldn't sit through supper with Dragon's Song on the table, but thought it too improper even for her. Now that Jon had given them their gifts Gendry had started on the next batch with help from Arya and a few others they trusted. They would also make scabbards for each of the new swords.
Throughout their dinner, she found herself smiling at Jon as she watched him speak with others. She felt half child and half fool, her heart aflutter from a present, and a sword at that. She worried it painted her as caring only for gilded gifts, but it wasn't that simple.
He'd remembered their discussion of Visenya, knew she was disappointed that House Targaryen had lost their ancestral swords, knew how important it had become for her to have a role in the lineage of their family. Even if she never could bear him a child, she could pass her sword to his and Sansa's, let them carry her will with them to carve a new future for their family.
Once she'd had her fill Daenerys turned to Missandei, giving her a look that asked if she would be spending the night with Grey Worm. When she shook her head, Daenerys rose and excused herself, making her way to her room with her handmaiden.
"King Jon is very kind," Missandei said as she poured herself and Daenerys wine.
"He is," Daenerys nodded, looking at the sword resting on the table against the wall of her room.
Jon had taken them to the yard to get a feel for the swords and told them while he'd helped with all the weapons and hilts of the others, the pommels for Dragon's Song and Lady's Tear were done by him alone. "Though there are a few mangled dragon and wolf heads in the forge now," he admitted with a laugh.
"I had assumed he would make arms for his own lords first," Missandei said bringing Daenerys' glass to her. "Maybe you, as a gift, but not Grey Worm or Dirgo."
"Perhaps he feared I wouldn't appreciate a sword as a gift and thought the favor of my captains would earn my affection," Daenerys said with a smirk as she took the wine.
She clearly didn't believe that, which was obvious to Missandei. "You speak as if he did not have it the moment you spoke to him, your grace."
"When he called me a fool for wanting to be queen?" Daenerys reminded her.
"I meant when you first spoke to him as yourself," Missandei clarified, "Daenerys Stormborn, not Queen Daenerys."
Taking a drink, Daenerys looked to the hearth and thought back on their conversation at Widow's Watch where he'd reminded her of Rhaegar. It had been brief, but she'd found it easier to speak with him after that, even bringing him in to help her when they lost Highgarden. Since then that spark of affection had continued to grow, she'd even found herself enjoying the company of her soon to be sister-wife while he had been busy on their gifts.
She spent most of the evening speaking with Missandei of what they'd learned of the lords in their time there. So many Targaryens seemed to ignore the North and though she knew Jon never would she wanted to make sure she didn't either.
Once Missandei left, Daenerys finished off her glass of wine and sat on her bed with a sigh. Just as she'd started to reach for the laces of her dress, she heard a knock at her door and got to her feet.
Opening it she found looked up and met Jon's eyes, staring at one another until she took her hand from the door and he entered, turning to close the door and meet her gaze again. She held it until she saw his hand rise to latch the door, a hesitant smile taking her lips.
She felt different kissing him, peeling off their clothes while making their way to her bed. It wasn't like Daario or Drogo, she'd wanted things from them. Pleasure, safety, a place, affirmation. With Jon she just wanted him, all of him.
Her hand brushed against the scars of his chest when he tossed aside his tunic, kicking away her fallen dress. Looking at him she saw him a shy frown on his face, watching her examine the scars across his torso. Finally she placed a kiss to the one over his heart, sliding her hand to his back before raising her head, letting him meet her lips with his.
While she hadn't found much pleasure with Drogo she had with Daario, but again Jon was different. Where Daario was flashy, finding his joy in proving he could please her, Jon simply found his joy in pleasing her. She quickly found her joy in conquering the northern conqueror, making him moan and groan, riding him and taking all of him until he spilled inside her, wishing it would quicken within her.
Laying beside him to catch her breath she felt overcome by it all. Part of her was ashamed of what she'd become, feeling like a child pretending at a better life in the arms of a king she loved. Another part feared this was a dream, that she would wake and find her cruel brother alive again. He would take this from her, this content feeling of a heart beating in her ear as arms wrapped around her lovingly. She wasn't a prize to be sold or claimed but a woman who found joy with a man who found the same in her.
"Jon," she said quietly, a small piece of her hoping he was asleep.
"Mm?"
Daenerys looked up at him before pressing her hand into the mattress to raise herself, sitting up to face him. She stared at him for a moment, taking a breath to steel herself before taking another just in case.
"I want to marry you," she declared.
Jon smiled with sweetened confusion. "Didn't we already agree to do that?"
Daenerys sighed, sliding closer to him, pressing a hand to his chest. "No, I mean I want to marry you. Not Aegon… Jon."
He blinked at first then slid back to sit up and look at her. "Really?" When she nodded he reached up to brush his fingers along her cheek. "I want the same with you."
Daenerys smiled briefly before deciding to put on a pout. "You sure you wouldn't rather just the one wife?"
"I'm no fool," Jon said with a grin. "I won't turn away either of the most beautiful women in Westeros."
"I thought I was only the most beautiful woman in Essos," she said arching her brow.
Jon's brow furrowed before he slid his hand from her to cross his arms. "She told you that?"
"You've been so busy we had to keep each other busy," she said with a suggestive smile that softened as she ran her fingers along one of his scars. "Why did you come here tonight? You could have gone to her."
"I could have," he nodded, "but I wanted to be with you so she made herself busy. I think she's working with Tyrion on our saddles."
"I'm sure she'll still miss waking with you," she said teasingly. "She spoke of how she enjoyed it near as much as sleeping beside you."
"Well I don't know how good he'll be once she wakes, but she has Ghost tonight to keep her warm."
Daenerys nodded, looking to him with a frown. "It would be easier if we weren't separate."
"You mean if you were one person?" asked Jon with a smirk.
"No," she said exasperatedly, "I meant if we didn't have separate rooms and could all be together."
"I don't think the rooms are big enough for all three of us," said Jon, "but I'm sure she'd move you to the family quarters if you asked."
Daenerys shook her head. "I was thinking of the Red Keep."
"You want us to share chambers?"
"It's a thought," she offered with a shrug. "Even if we don't all share a bed at once I'd like us to be able to. As much as I'm sure she enjoys her time with Ghost I doubt he's sufficient company. I know he wouldn't be if you left me with him after tonight."
Jon seemed confused, almost wary. "Should I go bring her here so we could sleep?"
Daenerys snickered. "No, but I would think it would be easier to go to hers."
Jon reached up to brush a loose strand of silvery hair behind her ear. "Sansa will be fine, Dany. If she's not I swear I'll do all I can to make it up to her, but I know she will be. For tonight at least, let it be just us as it is when it's me and her."
She saw that he had similar trouble ignoring the thought of Sansa alone, and found herself torn between frowning and smiling as she imagined him feeling the same for her on nights she spent with Sansa.
"I'm glad you're concerned though," he said sliding into the bed, holding his arm open for her to lay into it again. "I was worried you two might not get along or would see everything as some challenge."
"Only some things," she said with a smile.
His eyes opened as he hands drifted beneath the furs.
"Thrice, right?" She asked knowingly, a confident smirk taking her lips. "I can beat that."
Jon had departed early to go train with Willam and some of the others, leaving Daenerys in bed until she forced herself up and prepared to break fast. When Missandei came to her room she furrowed her brow and looked Daenerys over suspiciously.
"What happened?" She asked quietly.
Daenerys wanted to tell her, but told herself she would let Sansa know first. She'd done the same for Daenerys in a way. She wasn't just the first one Sansa had told, but she'd even known it was going to happen before Jon did, remembering him looking confused as he excused himself after Sansa told him to go to her solar.
"I'll tell you later," Daenerys promised, making her way to the Great Hall where she sat beside Sansa.
"You seem to be glowing, Princess," Sansa said with a teasing smile, "has something happened?"
Daenerys clicked her tongue. "I forgot he said you made yourself busy last night. Of course you knew."
"I'm surprised you didn't seek out his room," Sansa said with a shrug. "I'd been so sure you would after seeing your face when he gifted you Dragon's Song."
"And I was certain he'd seek out your room," said Daenerys.
"I'll find him tonight," Sansa said carefully, looking at her plate.
Daenerys snickered. Even when teasing Sansa found a way to be sheepish. "Sansa," she said taking the woman's hand with a sigh. "I hated thinking of you alone last night."
"I had Ghost to keep me company," Sansa said shaking her head.
"I wouldn't want it to be all the time," Daenerys clarified before going further, "I know we'd each like time to ourselves, but I just want it to be clear I'd be open to the three of us sharing a bed, spending the night and waking together."
Sansa turned to her, staring for a moment. "As in just sleeping?"
"Mostly," Daenerys shrugged. "As much as I enjoyed it, afterwards part of me kept thinking that I'm just going to miss him the next night when he's with you, and that made me think of how you must be feeling. I want us to be together. As much as I admire what she did and who she was…" Sansa was shocked to see Daenerys' violet eyes glistening as she said quietly, "I don't want to be Visenya."
Right away she understood that it had changed for Daenerys, that she'd come to feel more for Jon than she had previously and couldn't bear the thought of being the wife he visited once for every ten times he visited the other.
"You don't have to be," Sansa said squeezing Daenerys' hand. "I know he cares for you, and we can try. We'll just have to convince him."
"He may be the only man who would make this a problem," Daenerys laughed.
Sansa nodded. "But that's why we love him."
Daenerys seemed hesitant to nod in agreement. "Thank you," Daenerys said before shaking her head to force away the tears burning her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Sansa said with a kind smile. "I want to this to work, Dany, for all of us."
Daenerys smiled at Sansa's use of Dany and at her sincerity. "So do I."