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Jon Snow was an omega, omegas were a rarer designation. Snow was a last name that was given to all omegas, it was a sign of their designation. Jon was known to all as Jon Stark Snow. While he had been given everything he always felt different from his family, different from the others. The cold of the north bothered him more than the others, he always had an odd fascination with the mystical and creatures believed to be gone with history.

It was his seventeenth birthday, he made his way down to the usual celebratory breakfast. His older brother Robb was waiting there for him with a smile on his face. His usual teases of good morning sister were replaced with “Happy Birthday Jon.” “You’re seventeen now, big number.”

Jon always hated that he was an omega, being an omega had felt like a punch in the gut. While he was allowed to learn some sword fighting and archery like his brothers it was much more tame. He was also taught the more womanly things to do by Catelyn and the Septa’s that served the stark house. He could sew, cook, and knew the duties a Queen or Lady of the house should do.

Being an omega meant Jon could never be a lord, or a king. He would always be referred to as my Lady. He would be married off to another house in the future now that he was seventeen and his first heat had come only three months prior.

Catelyn had stayed by his side the entire heat while she explained what was going on to the best of her ability. Catelyn was a beta after all, it had been fifty years since a named house omega had been born.

Jon had been the first in all the better known houses, and even then it was a sight to behold. Each ‘royal’ family had come down to the north to see Jon when ravens came to them to announce the birth of Jon Stark Snow.

Each house blessed the boy, and once their sons were beginning to be born they all called dibs on Jon Snow to be their son's mate.

Catelyn only wished the boy was hers, but to everyone’s knowledge but a select few they all believed her to be the mother. In fact Jon Snow was not Eddard’s or Catelyn’s but that of Lyanna’s who was Eddard’s sister.

No one but a very small few knew the truth, on his eighteenth birthday they had plans to tell him the truth. However, they would never get that chance.

Jon was happily enjoying a fresh baked slice of pie when a raven letter was given to Eddard. The seal was a stag, meaning Robert Baratheon was sending a letter to his old friend. Eddard opened it and froze.

“I won’t marry my child to that little beast.” Catelyn hissed as she looked it over. “Lyanna would roll in her grave.” She whispered ensuring no one heard her comment. “Joffrey is not suitable for Jon. We have all heard the stories, he is a monster by all accounts.”

“Cat…”

“You have to say no.” She remarked. “Say there is a better offer.”

“How would there be a better offer? Joffrey is to be king when Robert dies… that would make Jon queen. He has a rightful claim to the throne already..”

“Do not make a reply until you’ve spoken to Jon then, he has only just had his first heat three months ago. His second one will be within the next few weeks if not a month away.”

“We will speak to him tomorrow… I fear he will not take the news well. Before then.. I believe the truth of his parentage should come early.”

Catelyn grew silent but didn’t disagree. “Alright then… early it is.”

Jon, Theon, and Robb slunk away from the party to do some sword training when Robb looked up with an expression of horror on his face. “Jon get behind me now.” He hissed, pulling Jon’s arm to force him behind. Theon and Jon both turned to see men dressed in strange clothes with swords in their hands. Theon raised his own sword willing to die to protect Jon and Robb.

Jon wanted to fight, but being an omega he knew he would be protected from a fight over being allowed in one. “Just give us the omega and no one has to get hurt or injured.”

Jon felt himself shiver. “Run.” Robb hissed.

Jon held his sword tight as he turned on his heel and took off. Three of the men began to fight Robb and Theon while the other three took off after Jon. Jon turned to evade them when they cornered him against a wall. He killed one before he was disarmed and knocked out with the hilt of their weapons. He was bound before they took off calling to the one remaining man who the boys had yet to kill. They had Jon over a horse before Robb or Theon could react, the last man to reach his horse however was disarmed by Arya who was practicing with her bow. He yelped as he fell back, his two comrades taking off with the unconscious omega.

Robb, Theon, and Arya stood over the intruder. “Where are they taking Jon!” Arya barked, kicking the man in the balls. He narrowed his eyes at her but said nothing. Robb and Theon pulled the man to his knees and Arya kicked him again.

“I’m going after them.” Robb remarked taking off on the man's horse to follow the men who had pup-napped his sibling.

Eddard noticed the disappearance of three of his children as well as Theon and made his way out to find the intruder being kicked mercilessly by his youngest daughter. “Arya enough,” the alpha male commanded.

Arya ceased her kicks and looked up. “They took Jon.”

“Who took Jon?” Eddard asked, eyes wide in fear.

“This man and his friends,” Theon replied, holding the man's head back to expose his jugular. “They took Jon, Robb went after them.”

Eddard froze, he needed to go after Jon but he needed to know who was sent to kidnap him. “Take him to a cell, Theon, I’ll join Robb.”

Theon nodded, the moment Eddard turned away Arya kicked the man once again. He let out a groan of pain at the young female alphas strength. Eddard jumped on his horse and followed the tracks in the dirt. He rode until he came upon Robb on his knees. His hands were bloodied and one man had been killed. “They still have him, father, they took Jon and I couldn't save him.”

“We will find out who did this and we will return Jon to us, up Robb. Come we must question the man who we captured. It may be our only way to find out who’s done this.”

Robb frowned but returned to Winterfell with his father. Catelyn, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, and Theon were waiting for them to return. “Jon?” Catelyn asked, her voice cracking.

“Whoever that man is, his friends took him. Jon is gone.” Eddard replied, his voice cracked. His hands shook, and tears threatened to fall. “But we will get him back. Send letters to all the houses, let them know of his pup-napping. All the houses need to be aware, and if anyone of them have my Jon they will not stand for long.”

Ravens were quickly sent out to all the houses, Robert Baratheon was one of the first to receive the raven and was quick to respond with an offer of help from his house and banner men. Cersei was hatching her own plans to remove her husband from his throne before Joffrey came of age. At seventeen all children of the royal houses had special abilities, if one had Baratheon blood they could transform into a stag, just as a Stark could become a wolf and a Lannister a lion. House Tyrell had the ability to control plants, they could make them speed up or kill them within an instant.

House Arryn could transform into birds. House Martel while unable to transform, was immune to poisons. House Greyjoy was an interesting case, since the way their people chose their leaders none had certain abilities. However all Iron islanders had an uncanny ability to spend longer under water then any normal man. House Tully however was very similar, they could breathe underwater much longer then anyone had ever seen due to River Run being their home.

Targaryen’s however were a special case, only a special few of the family had the ability to transform into a dragon but all Targaryen were immune to fire. Their bodies, no matter how engulfed in flames, would never be burnt.

Children with split bloodlines often have both houses' ability, but they would always take after their fathers first. While all of Eddard’s and Catelyn's children would all possibly be able to breath under water well, all children of his would be able to transform into a wolf. Ned always prayed that Jon would be able to transform into a wolf, it would make hiding his identity better. However if he couldn't he had a lot of explaining to do early on.

New changes were coming, for all the houses alike.

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Jon woke up with a start, he realized he was alone but still bound. His usual scent of apple and sugar was still strong but his scent was soured with fear. He tried to stand but the ropes that kept him bound were tight. He struggled with them continually but his wrists and ankles were soon raw. He growled as he pulled on the ropes, his growl became more guttural and he realized why.

His body was trying to transform, he smiled, his teeth growing into fangs. He allowed himself to fully transform. The chair he had been sitting in snapped in half, he wriggled free of the ropes.

He was able to transform like his father and he was beyond pleased. His fur was smokey, he wiggled each paw to get rid of the limp ropes and finally changed form he took a deep breath and headed for the door. He worked on the door, it was clearly locked but he was determined to get out. He kept kicking it and pulling hoping one direction would work if the other didn’t. “Fuck.. come on.”

As he went to kick the door it opened. He stumbled back and looked up. The man who stepped towards him wasn’t like those who had taken him, he was much more regally dressed and his hair was Targaryen white. Jon stepped back pushing himself against the wall. “Stay away from me.”

“You look like him,” the man said faintly, “you’re very pretty. Surprised you’re not in a dress like most omegas regardless of their birth gender.”

Jon lowered his head, he was a special case. While most omegas had only cunts, he had both a cock and vagina. He was allowed to choose his own clothes, Catelyn had tried to get him to wear frilly skirts but he never wanted to be in them as much as he preferred pants. “Leave me alone.”

“That’s no way to speak to your uncle.” The man remarked, looking him over.

“My uncle? You are not my uncle….”

“Oh you don’t know… a shame. I suppose I can show you, I didn’t want to scare you too badly.”

“Why would my uncle be a Targaryen?”

“Your mother is Lyanna Stark, your father is my brother Rhaegar Targaryen. I knew of you, just as my sister, your aunt, knew of you. Rhaegar was killed, but you are still alive. You are the heir to the throne. The north and the south are combined in your blood. However, to take the throne for our family we have to be better than anyone in Westeros. We need their loyalty, but also the loyalty of the people outside of Westeros. I also need an army.”

He genuinely couldn’t comprehend what was being said to him. He couldn’t be a Targaryen. That was impossible, Eddard and Catelyn wouldn’t lie to him for years like this… would they? “I’m not a Targaryen…”

“You are, I am your uncle Viserys. My sister, Daenerys, is your aunt. We plan to put you on the throne Jon Snow. To do that we need an army, and to have an army I had to promise you to a king.”

“Promised me?! I don’t even know you!” Jon yelped as he stumbled back once more only to hit the wall. “You married me to someone?”

“A king, with a large army. You are a Targaryn, and I will prove it to you. Stay here.”

Jon was pacing, he had to be having a nightmare. It wasn’t possible, there was no way he wasn’t Eddard’s and Catelyn’s son. He could feel himself starting to cry, he hated his omegan emotions. He had been lied to for years, who else knows? Does anyone?

Viserys soon returned with a candle in his hand. “What is that for?”

“If you are a Targaryn you will not burn. Let me have your arm.” He ordered.

Jon took a deep breath. “No.”

“Give me your hand little ‘mega.” Viserys snapped, his fangs exposed. The large alpha towered over Jon. Jon yipped, feeling him grab his hand tightly. Soon the fire was licking at his skin, Jon’s eyes grew wide realizing that in fact the flames did not hurt him. If anything the flames felt good against his skin. “I told you what you were, and now you will comply with my arrangement for you. I had to leave you with your uncle Eddard, the people of Westeros had to grow fond of you. You need their support. We need their support, so now I know you will have their love when we return with your new husband and his army.”

“I do not wish to be married…”

“Khal Drogo will be disappointed,” Viserys snarled, “do you wish to disappoint a dothraki?”

Jon froze, he looked up at his supposed uncle and nearly choked on his own tongue. “You wish to sell me to a Dothrakean? You.. you will just allow him to rape me? What if I get pregnant!”

“That is the goal, you will give him a child and he will give me an army, give us an army.”

Jon’s world was spinning. How was this even possible? What was going on?

Jon was pacing, he was terrified of what was going to happen. He was going to be sold to someone he had never met and expected to give him a child. He didn’t know if the Dothraki Khal would even want him. He was a man of Westeros, not a man of this new coming world.

“I don’t know how to be someone’s wife.”

“The Dothraki are easy, simple brutes. All the Khal will desire of you is to be able to sink his cock in your cunt. Truly Jon, there is nothing more to it. They will feed you, protect you, and he will fuck you when he has the time.”

Jon gagged, he didn’t want to be a common whore. “If you want me on the throne, what lord would want me after I’ve been a Dothraki whore…”

Viserys laughed, to Jon this wasn’t a laughing matter. “You don’t know much about our family history do you? I plan to marry you, or if that is absolutely out of the question for you well then… we will just have to find the right man. Or alpha female. Your aunt for example if you want her as well.”

“She’s an alpha female?”

“Most of our line is alpha, it makes some of our bonding processes difficult. I can’t impregnate my sister, she is alpha. Alpha’s cannot give birth. Understand?”

“Please.. I.. I can’t..”

“You can and you will,” Viserys smirked. “Undress.”

“What?!”

“Undress ‘mega. I need to see what I am selling.” Jon shook his head, this was insane. Viserys narrowed his eyes and growled, Jon whimpered, lowering his head. “Now undress.” He used his alpha voice which forced Jon to do as he was told. Jon peeled back his clothes exposing his body, he tried to cover himself with his hands. Viserys moved them out of the way. “Ah, well isn’t that interesting, we can fix it.”

“Fix what?” Jon stared at him with panic.

“The Khal won’t want you with this.” Viseyrs bent down and grabbed Jon’s cock. Jon looked down at him with panic in his eyes.

“No, no, you will not take it away. It’s what makes me different. Most omegas don’t have both parts…”

“Exactly, you won’t be a suitable wife with it. Now shush, it won’t take long. Not like you don’t already have a pretty cunt, look at that.” Jon blushed hard as Viserys touched him, he fingered through his folds and entered his slicked pussy. Jon tried to step away but wasn’t allowed away from him. “Removing this won’t be an issue. You’re doing this for our family. For the Starks.”

Jon thought back to his family, the people who raised him.

He needed to get back to them, that was his only goal.

“You’ll be asleep during the procedure, I won’t let you feel any pain.” Viserys was no longer fingering him but his cunt was still inches from his face. Viserys smirked and licked his folds.

“Stop..” Jon begged as he tried to move.

“You are mine, I may be selling you to someone but I still own you.” Viserys smiled but stood, allowing his begging to cease. “I don’t see why it would be so weird for you to marry me. I could see us having a great family together.”

“I don’t know you.” Jon argued trying to back away, his naked frame being drunk in by his supposed uncle. “I don’t want this.. Please.. I want to go home.. Ple- ah!” Viserys slapped Jon across the face. He whimpered in pain but the door slammed shut on him and soon was locked.

He quickly dressed and dropped to his knees sobbing. He hated his new life. It wasn’t what he had asked for. It would never be how he thought his life would end up.

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When Jon’s eyes opened the next day he was strapped to a table, he kicked and screamed for someone to come help him when he realized he was naked. He craned his neck to look down at himself. “No! No no.. please no…”

A woman with the same white hair stood over him. “Shush now love, it's alright. I know… Viserys can be difficult sometimes, darling…”

“Who are you?” Jon whimpered as he pulled on his restraints.

“Your aunt Daenerys, I’m supposed to be helping you get prepared to be a wife. I.. I am an alpha so I am not fully sure why that was my job. However, I want to help you. I’m sorry about your penis.”

Jon was staring at her wide eyes. “Sorry! You’re sorry that.. That man took my cock! He mutilated me! I told him no.”

“He doesn't accept no as an answer.”

“He wants me to be married to someone I’ve never met, a Dothraki ryder..”

“A king who has an army.”

“I had people in Westeros who loved me. I have people who want to follow me already. Where are we? A boat?”

“No, you were unconscious the entire boat ride. Impressive honestly… Now, we are in Pentos. This is only temporary. You will marry the Khal, you will give him a child. He will give us an army and from there we will take the seven kingdoms.”

“I don’t want the seven kingdoms.”

Daenerys looked him up and down, she was unsure what to say to him. She rubbed a healing balm over his lower bits to try and get rid of the redness. His cock had honestly in all accounts been mostly useless, he didn’t use it for anything but he had like that he had one. Having it taken away was a strange experience.

“You’ll be okay.”

“This isn’t what I want.. If we are family you need to take me back home.”

“No, I cannot do that. I have to listen to my brother, he wants this for us so we will be doing this for us.”

“You kidnapped me from my home! Do you not think that will have consequences?”

Daenerys grew silent, she didn’t have an answer for him. “Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed. Fed, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“I just want to go home.”

“This is your home now, you’re going to accept it. You have to Jon Snow.”

Jon was soon untied, his naked frame shivered as he watched her. She took his hand and dragged him up a flight of stairs and helped him into a pool of water. Two hand maidens began to help clean him up, he fussed as they scrubbed his hair and skin. “I smell like a flower.”

“It’s a good thing.”

“I want to go home,” Jon argued again. “My brothers and sisters.”

“They’re your cousins.”

“Not to me, I’ve been raised to see them as family. So they are, I may have been born to different parents but I was raised as Eddard and Catelyn Stark’s son.” He growled as one of the beta women cleaned him off. They tried to ignore his whines but when his outfit was presented to him they were quickly sent running. He cussed them out for what they attempted to dress him in.

“That isn’t going to happen.” Jon barked at Daenerys as she tried to help him into the sheer dress. It was lacey and his body was practically completely exposed. “What in the seven kingdoms is this?”

“It’s a dress, your husband is to come and see you today. To ensure you are what he wants, to ensure your body is what he desires. If you don’t expose it he won’t be pleased.”

“I do not want to expose my body to a man I do not know.. In front of people I do not know.”

“I am not going to be able to help you in this, all I can do is stand by your side and be there while your belly swells with Khal Drogo’s seed. I will help you try to please him, I will help ensure you’ve eaten and I will make sure you know that someone is by your side but I cannot stop this arrangement.”

“Can I at least send a raven to Eddard… even my brother Robb? I.. I want them to know I’m okay.”

“Out of the question, now let me work on your hair.” She forced him down on his knees before her. She began to brush his hair back, Daenerys pulled it back into a nice bun and braided the extra strands back. Viserys stepped into the room with a smile on his face.

“You look beautiful, I told you it would be better without your cock.”

Jon stood up and looked him up and down before he swung. He nearly hit Viserys, but the man dodged his punch. He was soon pushed back, he stumbled due to the dress’s walking length, Viserys pinned him down and turned him over so his face was pressed into the tile.

“Don’t hurt him.” Daenerys begged.

“I’m only showing him where his place is.” Viserys bunched the dress material up and pressed his clothed cock against his cunt. Jon kicked and screamed trying to get up. “I am not against harming you. I am not against sticking my cock inside you now and inducing a heat. Maybe I’ll impregnate you and make the horse fucker believe its his own.”

“Stop please.. Please, I'm sorry.. I.. I won’t try and hit you again.”

“Good, because if you do.. Well you will regret it. Danny come on, he is to be here soon.”

Daenerys nodded and helped him up off the floor. Jon fought back tears, he couldn’t be seen crying. He was a Stark.

Soon he was standing outside waiting for a man he had never seen before. “I thought he would be here by now.” Viserys said to another man.

“He will be here soon, I can assure you.”

Daenerys stood beside Jon rubbing his shoulder. “You will be fine.”

“I’m being sold, I will be raped… I.. he wants to impregnate me.. I’m not ready for that.”

Daenerys was silent, she felt horrible but there was nothing she could do about it. If she had been born beta or omega she knew she would be in the same position. However she was blessed enough to be an alpha. She was able to make her own choices, Jon was not able to make these choices.

Jon sidestepped uncomfortably when the sound of horse hooves forced everyone to grow silent. Jon looked up as horses came into view. That was when Jon and Khal Drogo saw one another for the first time.

Jon looked up at the man, tears threatening to run down on his face. The Khal looked down at the dark haired boy, he was emotionless and soon he disappeared.

“What was that? He said nothing, did he like him?”

“If he had not liked his offer, Jon wouldn’t be standing there with a head.”

Jon’s breath hitched. “No.. no I can not be that brutes mate…”

Daenerys kissed his forehead. “You will be a good wife, a good mate, a good omega.”

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Jon was dressed that morning in silks and skins. He wanted to complain, hell he had complained on a myriad of occasions but he was still dressed. “I look like a girl.”

“That is the point. You will wear whatever your Khal chooses for you, but for now we have to ensure you look suitable.”

Jon lowered his head trying not to cry as his hair was pulled back once more. He was led to where the ‘ceremony’ was to take place. He genuinely feared everything going on around him. He needed his family, he needed them to know he was alive and okay. Jon was handed to Khal Drogo.

Drogo examined him with a smile looking over the dress he was in. He nodded and pulled Jon up a few sets up stairs and sat him down beside him. He was fed strange food, and watched multiple men kill each other. Drogo seemed highly entertained by the onslaught of death, and even the women who were being used by the men around them. Jon lowered his head but continued to thank those who brought him gifts.

He was thankful to see that the gifts were mostly things he could use. Many of the books he was given were in text he could read. Daenerys came forward with a smile. “I offer you a translator and protector. Ser Jorah Mormont.”

Jon nodded to him. “I’m happy to serve you, Khaleesi.”

Jon nearly choked on his own tongue hearing the words that escaped Jorah’s lips. “Thank you Ser Jorah.”

Jorah made his way to stand beside Jon. He would protect him till his dying day, that was his job now. Viserys stepped forward bringing the man who had been housing them forward. “Illyrio Mopatis, our keeper. He has a gift to offer you.”

“To the newest Khaleesi. Three petrified dragon eggs.”

Jon looked to Drogo who nodded approval, he got down on his knees to examine the eggs. “They’re beautiful.. Where did you find them?”

“The Shadow Lands, past Asshai. They may be but stone now but they are still beautiful. Just as you, they are your gifts. Do with them as you please.”

“Thank you, Mopatis.” Jon smiled. Mopatis nodded, bowing once more before stepping away. The night progressed with more fighting between men, women being fucked at all ends, gift giving, and eating foods Jon had never even heard of. Before they would go off to consummate their marriage he had to be bonded.

Jon stood up as Khal Drogo pulled him from his seat. The large alpha male licked the junction between his neck and shoulder blade before sinking his fangs into his skin. Jon howled in pain, and the Dothraki howled with him, claiming him as one of their own.

Blood dripped down his chest ruining the fine silk of his dress.

He expected to be raped soon, in a bed. However he was picked up by the Khal as if he weighed nothing and put on a horse. They rode off towards a secluded location upon a hill. Jon watched the stars above him. He knew his sisters and brothers saw the same stars as he. He needed to return home to them.

Drogo began to undress Jon, at first he put up a fight. He tried to swing his fists but it was clear he wasn’t as strong as he had hoped to be. Drogo stripped Jon completely leaving him naked before the Dothraki king. Drogo grunted approval as he removed his furs and exposed his large cock to Jon. Jon whimpered and made an attempt to step away but soon Drogo had his cock pressed against Jon’s wet folds. “‘Mega.” Drogo huffed.

Jon looked up, he knew that word in his language and was surprised to hear it come from his new Khal. Drogo ran his hands up and down Jon’s body. “Ah.. pl..please..”

Drogo did not stop, he continued to push in until his length was as deep as it could go within Jon’s virgin hole. He yelped in surprise feeling the large cock ram inside him. Each thrust was deeper than the last. His heat was building, he could feel it within him. Between the bonding bite and the cock ramming deep in his womb he knew it was to come next.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, Drogo was not soft in his pursuit. He licked and lapped at the bonding bite he had made only a short time prior which sent Jon into a whining fit. The soft skin was extremely sensitive.

Drogo grunted as his knot took hold, Jon was trapped. Cum pumped into him filling his belly womb. Seed of the Khal now ran through him, Drogo panted pleased with his new wife. His knot soon popped and a wave of cum dripped from his hole as his cock slipped out of his cunt. Drogo slapped his ass roughly and pulled his hand towards his horse. He gathered up the dress and tried to resituate it, the fabric was a wrinkled mess. It was covered now in both cum and blood.

The Khal pulled Jon onto his horse and rode back to the people, Jon was set on his wobbling feet and women surrounded him. Jorah stood by his side while a few of the women checked his thighs. “What are they doing..” Jon whimpered as his dress was pulled from him once more.

“Checking to ensure you were a virgin before you were given to their khal.” Jorah replied softly. He could tell Jon was nervous. “It is clear you were.” Jorah chimed in when one of the women pulled her hand from Jon’s thighs to expose the filth on her hands.

Cum from his new husband and the blood of his loss. Drogo shouted something Jon didn’t understand, he looked to Jorah for explanation. “My khaleesi is strong, she will carry my seed within her womb.”

“Her?” Jon whined.

“All omegas to the Dothraki are female regardless of your outward appearance. Despite what you want to be or believe you will forever be a woman to the Dothraki.”

Jon sobbed softly, Jorah felt responsible for Jon and his heart beat quickly as he looked down at the naked omega. Drogo spoke loudly, despite Jon’s inability to understand. “ Anha will fuck tih bride each night ki mae heat, anha will impregnate mae ma tih elain. Anha will bring forth an heir to mount the rhaesheser.” The Dothraki cheered and ululated. Jon narrowed his eyes trying to decipher his calls, some of it made sense to him and his chest was growing tight.

Jorah sighed but continued to explain. “I will fuck my bride each night of her heat, I will impregnate her with my seed. I will bring forth an heir to mount the world.”

Jon felt himself grow sick, a few of the women however cleaned his thighs before he was pulled to his feet. His naked body was exposed to the entire Dothraki tribe. Jorah stepped away to allow Drogo to have Jon’s close. Jon looked up at Drogo when the man grabbed a fist full of his hair and forced their lips together. Jon kissed him back knowing if he did not there was a chance of the Khal growing bored of him. Angry even.

Drogo cupped his hand over Jon’s cunt, he yelled something else which got the people screaming and singing.

Drogo picked Jon up and helped him upon his horse. Jon looked at Jorah with pleading eyes. While Jon couldn’t hear Jorah’s explanation he said it anyway.

“I shall begin my rut when we return home. If my omega is not pregnant then, I will induce a second heat.”

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Jon was riding his horse beside Drogo, whenever they stopped Drogo would mount Jon regardless of who was around to witness it. Jon was thankful his heat wasn’t in full swing yet or he would be begging for it. It was only in the beginning stages. His core would grow hot when Drogo looked at him for too long, his body slicked more often than usual. His cunt throbbed when Drogo spoke.

He wasn’t so lucky to keep it away for long.

That night they were setting up camp. Viserys and Daenerys were being fitted for their own tent when Jorah came running past them. “What is wrong with Jon?” Daenerys asked, seeing the look of panic on his face.

“Jon’s heat.” The man yelped.

“Good,” Viserys mused, Jorah and Daenerys scowled at him but said nothing. “We need a child in his belly.”

Jorah dropped to his knees before Drogo. In Dothraki he began his story. “Yeri omega is she full heat tih Khal, yeri Khaleesi begs ha yeri knot.”
(Your omega is in full heat my Khal, your Khaleesi begs for your knot.)

Drogo smiled and stood, he waved Jorah off and the man stood outside his tent. Jon’s whimpers and cries were enough to make him want to step in and stop the Khal but he knew it was their duty as mates to continue. He feared if Jon did grow pregnant he would have to endure Drogo’s rut with a welp in his belly. If he wasn’t pregnant when they returned to the home of all Dothraki then a second heat would be induced by the Khal’s venom.

Jon was on his stomach bent over a pillow. While Jon was still having a hard time understanding the speech of the Dothraki he had heard the words that were now escaping his mate's lips. “My Khaleesi. My Omega. Mine.” Drogo repeated in Dothraki with each thrust. Jon was pinned down to the sheets, his hair was racked through by his large hands.

“Tih Omega, tih Khaleesi, Mine.” Drogo repeated again. Jon was trying to understand him. He knew those words, just swapped order now. However he wanted to speak to him.

“Tih… Khal…. Yeri are… sekke zhokwa.”Jon managed out. He was peacing words together. He just hoped he spoke the phrase right. He was trying to say. My kahl, you are so big. He didn’t know if he said it correctly however. He was sure he slurred something through his moans and whimpers. Khal Drogo stopped and then let out a laugh.

He had picked up some of Jon’s language to communicate. “Big?” Jon nodded, whining and whimpering. “Ki davra?”

Jon narrowed his eyes. “What?”

Drogo laughed at his confusion and continued to slam inside him until his knot took form. Jon yelped in pained pleasure as his heat’s pain was quenched for the time being. Cum flowed into his womb by the buckets.

A translator was called in while his knot continued to pump cum into his womb. “Ki davra?” Drogo repeated.

“The khal asked if that was good.”

“Him being big?” Jon questioned the women.

The translator looked up to Drogo who was grunting in pleasure as his cock pumped cum into his quivering omega. “Yeri being large tih khal” (You being large my king?)

“Ai.” He nodded in agreement.

“Yes,” she replied to Jon.

Jon grew quiet as he felt Drogo thrust into him a few more times despite the knot holding them tight. “Ah.. yes.. It’s fine.”

“Ai, Davra.” (Yes, Good)

Drogo smiled pleased with himself, the woman was quick to scurry away while Drogo continued to pump him full of seed. Jon cried into the pillow below him as Khal Drogo slammed inside him. Jon was thankful for the help with his heat but hated that he needed Drogo to help him. The pain in his belly was rising anytime his mate was away from him. Drogo groaned in pleasure before pulling away from Jon leaving him a quivering mess. Jon curled up in a ball watching Drogo pace. The large alpha didn’t know if he should say something to Jon. They couldn’t communicate well and he had already sent the translator running the other way.

Jon sized Drogo up and stood on wobbly legs, seed dribbling down his legs. Drogo grinned drinking in his vision, he was unsure what the omega had planned. Jon promptly went off to nest ignoring his mate, he rearranged blankets, furs, and pillows. The dragon eggs he had been given were his next target. He settled them together in a makeshift nest he had created for them. A mix of rocks, gems, and gold his khal had stolen. He ran his hands over them caressing the scales. Drogo watched him while sitting back on their bed. He was making his best attempt not to ruin the nest Jon was building.

Jon turned back to look at Drogo who patted his lap. Jon slowly made his way towards his Khal. With a yelp he was pulled on his cock, at first he was turned to look at the tent. Unable to see Khal’s eyes as he bounced on his cock with vigor. Jon grunted and whined and managed to pry Khal Drogo’s hands off his hips. He adjusted himself so the two looked eye to eye. Drogo raised an eyebrow in interest. Jon didn’t want this more than he had when he first arrived but his heat was driving him to do more.

He whined feeling Drogo’s claws dragging on his hips. The large alpha male slammed inside Jon with each thrust before his knot took hold once more. Drogo emitted a rumble from his chest which made Jon’s eyes cross in pleasure.

Drogo laughed seeing his omega whimpering for him to continue. “Khaleesi. Omega.”

Jon only nodded as he gripped Drogo’s right peck. Drogo growled in pleasure feeling Jon’s cunt tighten around him. Drogo gripped his face in one hand examining him. Jon leaned into the face hold assuming Drogo wanted a kiss. He didn’t want to upset his mate, if he did he may ignore his heat.

Drogo grunted in surprise as Jon kissed him for the first time. Once Drogo had his kiss however he howled in acceptance and stood while Jon stayed speared on his knot. He held the omega around the back of the neck and under his ass carrying him to the nest the omega had created. He pinned him down and began to kiss him while his knot pumped Jon’s womb full of cum.

“Khaleesi.” Drogo growled again, exposing his scent glands for Jon. Jon leaned in nuzzling his glands for a calming scent. Once Drogo’s knot popped he pulled away leaving Jon naked on the bed dripping seed and whining like a pup. Drogo spanked his cunt roughly which sent Jon barking before he cowered at the alphas scowl and curled up. He would sleep till the pain of his heat woke him.

Drogo pulled his garments back on, covering his shivering omega with a fur and leaving the tent. Jorah bowed as he exited. Jorah slipped in the tent to find Jon asleep, the tent filed with the scent of sex. He stood guard when Viserys entered. “He needs to be pregnant. I need my army.”

“It takes time, he is only a pup. Not yet eighteen. His first heat from what he told me was not that long ago. This is only his second. It takes time. People are talking in Westeros. The sweetheart of the North was kidnapped and someone will pay for that crime.”

“It was not a crime.” Viserys hissed. “Jon is my family. I was bringing him home.”

“His home is in Westeros.” Jorah remarked looking over the white haired man. “We will return shortly the Dothraki keep their word, but a pregnancy is not an instant thing for all betas or omegas. Sometimes it takes years.”

“If he is not pregnant soon I’ll induce a heat and impregnate him myself. The Khal will never know.” Viserys hissed. Jorah growled low exposing his sword.

“My sword is vowed to Jon, I will protect him. Even from you.”

“We hired you, I can un-hire you.”

“Only Jon and the Khal may remove me from my post now. I will die protecting Jon or his pups. His Khal. I would watch your threats.”

Viserys hissed and turned away. Jorah would not stand for threats. Jon was his to protect. He paced over him. Watching his every move. While his smell was divine he knew he could not touch him even if desire burned in the alphas core, harming Jon was the last thing he would ever do. He needed to get a raven to a friend in King's Landing. He would protect Jon and Jorah knew he was afraid to be here, he had been forced into it and Jorah wanted to protect him from anything he feared.

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Lord Varys sorted through the many ravens he had received, he had many little birds that helped keep him informed of things going on in Westeros and across the Narrow Sea. Everyone was looking for Jon Snow, but hardly anyone had tried looking across the ocean. As Varys opened a letter he could have sworn his heart stopped. He made his way down the stairs knocking on the door of the King.

“Come in,” Robert barked, a gaggle of female betas were sitting around him.

“My king, I have news. Extremely important news. I think this would be best spoken about in private.”

“Get out,” Robert snapped at the whores. They quickly made their way out of the room leaving the king alone with Robert Baratheon. “What is it Lord Varys?” The king asked between sips of his wine.

“Jon Snow. I know where he is, or at least who has taken him. Where he is headed.”

The king sat his drink down quickly, wine sloshing out of the chalice. “Where?”

“He is across the narrow sea. He was kidnapped by two Targaryen’s. They forced him into a marriage with the Dothraki Khal Drogo. According to my inside he has gone into hea-.”

“Kidnapped by the Targaryens? I killed the Targaryens!”

“Two got away my king, Viserys and Daenerys. Jon is their captive, he is being forcefully bred with the Dothraki Khal. He is in heat, they are hoping he catches. My king… My inside man wishes to bring him home but he needs a promise.”

“What promise?”

“He was stripped of his titles, exiled from Westeros. He wishes to be given his titles once more, to continue to stand by Jon’s side as a knight… he wishes safe passage within the seven kingdoms once again.”

Robert narrowed his eyes. “Who is this inside man?”

“Jorah M-.”

“The slaver?” Robert snarled. “You speak to him?”

“He got me a letter, that is all, he is doing his best to protect Jon.. he wants to bring him home. Protect him, but he needs to know he will be safe if he returns.”

“If he brings Jon home, yes. I need to send for Ned…”

“If I may in his time of grief I think it would be best to go to him. Visit the North. Bring your family, ensure they are alright. Tell him in person. This kind of information should not get into other mens hands. If they know the Targaryens are still alive…. And that they came here to take Jon Snow.. that means they knew of him from someone. Someone has been communicating to them. One of the houses.”

Robert sat upright rage clear in the darkening of his eyes. “We ride tomorrow. Tell Cersei to prepare herself and the children. Send a raven to Ned, let him know we are coming with news that cannot be shared. Send a raven to Jorah, let him know he is welcome back with Jon Snow alive and well.”

Varys nodded, heading off to find the Queen and inform her of Robert’s decision.

Winterfell had not been the same since Jon Snow was taken. Arya and Sansa felt much more alone then before, Jon and Arya had been very similar. While Arya was an alpha she was still a girl, the allowance she had with weapon training and the more masculine tasks were lesser then what Jon had.

Catelyn and Eddard were unsure how to explain to their children what had happened to Jon, they honestly didn’t know but Eddard had thoughts on where Jon was, even on who had taken Jon.

His biggest fear was that his assumptions were right. He also feared that he would have to tell everyone the truth of Jon’s birth. He was nervous, but certainly scared that someone would want himself dead or want Jon dead due to the truth of his parentage. He feared his child’s fate, but he wasn’t prepared for the truth. He had honestly assumed another house took Jon, he prayed one of the local houses took him, his best bet was the Bolton’s.

He genuinely believed it had been the Bolton’s because the truth was too much for him to handle.
Robert had his people prepared to leave within hours, he was determined to be there for his friend in his time of need and tell him the truth of Jon’s whereabouts. He believed it was his fault that this had happened to Jon for not killing the last of the Targaryen’s as he had believed. He believed if he hadn’t allowed them to live Jon would still be happily living with his family in Winterfell and soon becoming his son’s bride.

Joffrey was angry, he believed Jon belonged to him, now he was supposedly being whored out to a brute. He had wanted Jon’s virginity, he had wanted to be the one and only alpha to fuck the omega. Now he was seriously angry, he wanted to have the Dothraki creature, and both the Targaryen’s beheaded for what they were doing to his lover.

He believed Jon belonged to him and he was determined to still have the boy as his own. The trip to Winterfell would be a hard one, but regardless of the trek ahead of them they were all doing it for Jon Snow.

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Jon was riding Drogo, he felt as if he was a whore but he was slowly falling for the man. He was oddly trying to be good to him. The last few days of his heat had been hard, he was struggling to be alone in this new world. Drogo had brought him a new tanned skin, as well as a woven blanket from one of the betas in the pack. Drogo had also sent his handmaids away and did his hair for him while he was struggling to move about due to the pains of his heat.

“Dothrakh anna, tih khaleesi, yeri are doing sekke chek ha anna, tih davra omega.” (Ride me, my queen, you are doing so well for me, my good omega.)

Jon didn’t fully understand it all, he did understand good, and my queen as well as omega. He tried to understand the words that came from him. He continued to rock back and forth on top of him while Drogo held his hips tight bouncing him rough. “Yeri're sekke zhokwa” (You’re so big).

Drogo chuckled, he had listened in on some of Jon’s lessons with his handmaids and Jorah. He was learning, but it was slow for him. He was struggling, and it was all going on between his heat which wasn’t helping anything. Drogo was feeling his rut coming, he was happy to an extent it was occurring during his mates heat but he was also not ready to be in pain if he was not deep inside his mate. He was a king, he had men to protect and people to lead and now rather than doing as he wished he was stuck to do as his rut desired.

Another day had passed and during a mid-day meal Drogo felt his rut taking full effect. “Bring anna tih khaleesi.” (Bring me my queen.) Drogo ordered. Jon was sleeping in their tent but it was time now for him to be brought to his alpha and bred regardless of where they were at.

Drogo couldn’t hide away in their tent like Jon could. Jorah stood up and walked to the tent to wake the sleeping omega. Jon woke with a start as Jorah hovered over him. “Sweet boy, your Khal is in rut and is asking for you.”

“He.. he is going to fuck me in front of everyone won’t he?”

“It is an honor for the Dothraki to watch you be mounted and bred, remember that. Your body is a sight to behold, to be worshiped. You are their queen.”

Jon lowered his head, he was terrified of the public fuck but at least he was starting to enjoy Drogo enough it wasn’t as bad anymore. Jon slowly made his way to his Khal and dropped to his knees beside him. Drogo smiled and pulled his robe-like dress to the side exposing his cunt to their people. Drogo rose a cup and began to speak. “Vitteya she the qorasokh kash anha vitteya she tih khaleesi.” (Feast upon the spoils while I feast upon my queen.)

Jon narrowed his eyes, unsure of what he said before he was pulled down on Drogo’s cock. Jon yelped while he was fucked rough while the people watched and even cheered for their king and queen. Jon was bounced on his cock in desperate succession while Drogo nibbled on his shoulder. Tears of ecstasy and pain rolled down Jon’s face while his cunt was pounded. “Alpha..” Jon moaned while gripping the table.

“Catch ha anna, tih khaleesi.” (Catch for me, my queen.) Drogo moaned, trying to will a pregnancy.

“If he doesn’t get pregnant soon I am going to lose it.” Viserys snarled. “Danny he is insufferable, not catching yet.”

“Don’t suspect he hasn’t yet brother,” she mused, “I suspect vanilla will soon waft from his scent glands. Look at the way he is carrying himself while his mate mounts him. He is subconsciously holding a hand on his belly, that is a sign of a pregnancy. Drogo is willing Jon to catch, telling his mate to carry. I doubt this is the first time he has done so, I’m sure his body has accepted it all and he is coming to a point where he is swelling with his mate's seed. I doubt he isn’t pregnant, some omegas will end a heat early after they catch, others will finish it out. I believe he is in fact pregnant.”

Viserys cocked his head curious about the response she gave, narrowing his eyes he soon noticed Jon’s hand rested on his abdomen. He felt himself growing hard watching his pounding. He had always wanted an omega under him for pleasure, when he found his nephew was in fact an omega he had hoped they would rein and he could take the boy as his mate to carry on the family line. It was in fact a tragedy when Robert and the others tried to end their family line for good.

“You do believe the boy is pregnant?”

“As much as I know fire won’t burn me, I know he is carrying.” She stated as she crossed her arms. “Just wait brother, you will smell it soon on the boy.”

“I better, or I will not be pleased.” Viserys growled. “I better see him swelling with a pup soon.”

“I wonder brother, when you become king of the seven kingdoms, will you allow his child to rein as heir?”

“Certainly not. I won’t kill the half wild creature, but only my seed will succeed the crown. I’ll never kill Jon’s pups, but I have rules and he will listen to them. Or he will learn who he should listen to.”

Daenerys frowned, she wanted to protect her nephew, she already felt selling him to the Dothraki men was already too far.

Jorah was staying close to Jon, it hurt him to watch Jon be ravaged the way he was. It was dangerous, the boy was still young and he feared he would not manage a pregnancy well. He was only 17, still a pup in so many ways. Yet Jorah wanted to love him, wanted to have him for himself. Save him from the family who sold him.

No matter what his job was to protect Jon first, and protect what Jon was and wanted.

He didn’t know if Jon truly wanted any of this, but after a few days of being in heat with Drogo he seemed to be calmer. Seemed to be less fearful of Drogo but he still very much feared Viserys.

Jorah would stand by him till his dying day and never touch him if he didn’t wish for it, but he certainly wanted him. Wanted to please the omega and take him away from those who were hurting him.

He was waiting for a reply from Lord Varys, he wanted to get Jon out of this situation as quickly as he possibly could. He also knew taking him in the middle of Drogo’s territory would also be a mistake.

The next week was a continual pounding for Jon, Drogo's people watched Jon be fucked while Drogo went through his rut and Jon finished up his heat.

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Jon was sitting back in his tent, his hand subconsciously on his belly while the women worked on his hair and dressed him. “Khaleesi .”

“What is it?” He asked softly.

“I believe you may be pregnant, your hand whenever you’re not doing something you lay on your belly. I.. I also swear if I get close to you when your head is tilted I can smell vanilla wafting from you.”

Jon looked down at his hand, it was in fact sitting on his belly. “Oh…by the old and new gods.”

“Shall I tell Drogo?”

“No.. you just bring him here please.”

“I can do that.”

“Wait.. what.. How do I say I am pregnant in dothraki?”

She smiled softly. “It’s Anha am pregnant.”

“Thank you.” Jon smiled softly at her. She smiled and headed out of the tent running into Jorah.

“Jon is with pup.”

“He is?” Jorah asked almost in disbelief. He was thankful Jon’s uncle wouldn’t try to rape him to impregnante him. “Where are you going?”

“To find Khal Drogo. Jon wants to tell him by himself.”

“I see. I will stand here and guard his tent go find him.”

Jon was pacing thinking hard about his life. He had turned seventeen, and then he was sold, married, and impregnated all within two weeks. This was honestly insanity. He was terrified but also happy he was giving Drogo and his uncle what they wanted. “Anha am pregnant, Anha am pregnant, Anha am pregnant.” He repeated again and again finally ready to tell Drogo.

Jon looked up as he smelt Drogo’s musky scent coming towards him. He smiled softly as Drogo looked down at him. “Khaleesi?”

“Anha am pregnant.” Jon said confidently. Drogo’s face lit up, he took Jon’s hands in his own.

“Jalan ki tih atthirar, jinak is davra news.” (Moon of my life, this is good news)

Jon smiled, he recognized the word good and that was enough for him.”

“Yeri are happy?” (You are happy?)

Drogo nodded, pulling Jon into a desperate kiss, Jon mumbled happily returning the kiss. “Kisha will celebrate qisi, kishi yalli will mount the rhaesheser. Kishi rizh will dothrakh the hrazef ki will conquer akkate tih rhaesheser ma yours, tih khaleesi.” (“We will celebrate soon, our child will mount the world. Our son will ride the horse that will conquer both my world and yours, my queen.”)

Jon gulped, he knew at some point he would understand fully, he caught some of what he said. Jon knew there would be plenty of odd traditions. He knew very well that he was going to have to devour something he didn't want to. The girls had been telling him of what would happen when he grew pregnant and he would accept his fate. He had come to love Drogo in a way, come to learn that he needed him even if it was a strange fate.

Drogo squeezed his hand pleased that he was carrying their pup within him. “Yeri will be a vezhven mai, tih khaleesi. Anha, Drogo, know anna is true.” (You will be a great mother, my queen. I, Drogo, know it is true.)

Jon kissed him once more, smiling. He hoped that this was true, that he would be a good mother. “Anha athfiezar yeri.” (I love you)

“Anha athfiezar yeri.” Drogo repeated kissing his forehead. “Yeri will eat the zhor ki a vezh to prove kishi yalli will become the sille khal. To prove kisha are a couple meant to rule the rhaesheser. Kishi yalli shall be the ato ki mounts the rhaesheser ma rides anna ven a vezh. Yeri are carrying vezhven elain, carrying athvezhvenar mra yeri.” (You will eat the heart of a stallion to prove our child will become the next khal. To prove we are a couple meant to rule the world. Our child shall be the one that mounts the world and rides it like a stallion. You are carrying great seed, carrying greatness within you)

Jon looked him up and down and kissed him once more. “Anha am yours.” (I am yours)

“Yeri are mine, tih chiorikem, tih khaleesi, ma the jalan ki tih atthirar.” (You are mine, my wife, my queen, and the moon of my life.)

Jon smiled as he placed his hand on his belly before Drogo placed his own on top of his smaller one. Drogo took his hand and pulled him out of the tent. Jorah was tagging along as Drogo picked Jon up as if he weighed nothing and shouted for their people to come close. “Tih omega is pregnant, the khaleesi is carrying tih elain mra mae.” (My omega is pregnant, the queen is carrying my seed within her.)

A cheer ran through the dothraki horde. “Tih khaleesi will prove mae oakah, tih khaleesi will loshat the pup to full term. Tih yalli will be haj ven anna, ven mae mai. Tih rizh will mount the rhaesheser.” (My queen will prove her worth, my queen will carry the pup to full term. My child will be strong like me, like his mother. My son will mount the world)

Another cheer ran through the people. Danny and Viserys cocked their heads, Danny knew better than her brother what was being said and by the smile on everyone's face there was good news. Jorah smiled softly. Jon was happy at least right now.

“What’s going on?” Viserys asked.

“Jon is pregnant, like I said.” Danny replied. “They are celebrating.”

Viserys smiled. “Good, glad his womb finally did what it was supposed to.”

Jorah ignored his comments while they continued to watch Drogo celebrate him. Jon kept his face trained on Drogo’s, he was nervous and uncertain of what he was to truly do. He just knew for now he was to behave. He belonged to Drogo.

Which for now was his safety net.

His uncle couldn’t harm him if he was in Drogo’s hands.

Drogo and the horde wouldn’t let him be injured or abused.

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Drogo watched over his omega as the women readied him to devour the heart of the finest steed. Jon was trying not to feel sick, his belly was still flat. He was dressed in fine clothing, more feminine but he knew it to be tradition. Their queen was to wear fine beautiful clothing, his hair was slightly braided back. Jon was jittery, he knew the whole khalasar would be watching him go through this trial. If he did not consume the heart their child would not be seen as the heir.

The others were beginning to grow rowdy as he stood before them.

Drogo smiled, something he was not often seen doing in public.

Jon looked to him for strength, Jora stood close to Drogo nodding to the omega to show his support. Daenerys watched with a raised white brow with interest waiting to see this tradition unfold. “When am I going to get my damn army?” Viserys seethed lowly.

Jora shot him a look, this was no time to question the Khal.

Daenerys rolled her eyes, her brother made her crazy sometimes. She truly didn’t understand the reasoning behind his anger.

Jon was handed the heart of a stallion, he knew it was time to prove his strength. This was no time to grow disgusted, he only wished he could morph into a wolf to devour the horrible heart. Women sang and chanted while he began, he seemed to almost ryth as he consumed it. Blood caked his face, dripping over his white garment. Drogo was pleased by the efforts Jon was putting into consuming it. He didn’t take breaks like many queens had done before. He was tearing and shredding at it in desperate haste.

The wolf within him seemed to be taking hold as he tore at the muscle, blood caked his hands as he continued to tear.

Viserys was disgusted, he saw Jon as his future omega and watching him eat the heart as if it were a decadent cake made his stomach turn. He could feel bile building at the back of his throat. Daenerys narrowed his eyes as she watched her nephew consume the heart. She could have sworn as she caught his eye it was not human, but rather draconic. Slitted for a millisecond, she turned to Jora who placed his hand on her shoulder. “He is doing well.” He whispered. “He will prove a great mother.”

Drogo smiled as Jon locked eyes with him, he was proud of his mate. Proud of him for continuing with such a task without a second thought. The torches flickered around Jon casting shadows as he continued. He could feel himself wanting to throw up but he knew he had to be strong. He took a breath waiting for only a moment to push down any disgust, he had to remember he was not just an omega, but a queen. He was the bloodline of two great houses, and even with the arrangement of this marriage to Drogo he had been mated by one of the greatest Khal’s the Dothraki had ever seen.

Jon consumed the final piece of the heart and stood, blood soaked, before the now cheering dothraki. The cheers were deafening, Jon heaved as he placed his bloodied hands over his belly leaving prints upon the fabric and his exposed skin. Drogo stood and wrapped his arms around Jon lifting him up for the people to see better. “Tih khaleesi is haj, anna will raise the future khal ki the khalasar ma ei ki the lekh dothraki erin! To tih khaleesi anha pledge a azho, tih oakah, tih athfiezar, tih atthirar.” (My queen is strong, she will raise the future king of the khalasar and all of the Dothraki kind! To my queen I pledge a gift, my soul, my love, my life.)

Jon blushed catching a few of the things that Drogo claimed. The dothraki cheered for Jon and Drogo, the tent full of life.

Drogo placed his hand upon Jon’s belly, Jon did not freeze nor tense at his touch, Jora bit his lip noticing how calm they had grown together. “Ma rizhaan anni, vezh fin asaja rhaesheseres, maan anha valloshak azh akka. Anha will give mae the shiqethi ador mae mai's ancestors sat she. Anha vazhak maan Rhaeshis Andahli. Anha, zhey Drogo, atak jin.Anha vidrik khalasares anni jim, finaan nakhoe rhaesheser, majin adothrak hrazef ido yomme Havazzhifi Kazga ven et vo khal avvos. Anha vaddrivak mahrazhis fini ondee khogar shiqethi ma vohharak okrenegwin mori. Anha aqorisok chiories mori, vazzafrok yal mori, ma afichak vojjor samva Vaesaan Dothrak. Ki jini anha astak asqoy, anha, Drogo ki Bharbosi. Ki jini anha astak asqoy hatif Maisi Krazaaji kash shieraki vitihiri asavvasoon. Asavvasoon! Asavvasoon!”

(And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world, I will also pledge a gift. I will give him the iron chair that his mother's ancestors sat upon. I will give him the land of the Andels. I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before! I will kill the men in iron suits and tear down their stone houses! I will rape their women, take their children as slaves and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak! This, I vow, I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness! As the stars look down in witness!)

The whole of the Khalasar erupted, dancing began, Daenerys looked to Jora for answers. Jora bit his lip. “He is saying he will ride to The Seven Kingdoms, kill the people, and bring their son to sit upon the iron throne.” Jora whispered.

Danny looked to her brother who was not listening. “We cannot tell him the truth,” she whispered, “he will kill Drogo or the child.”

Jora nodded. “I will watch over Jon more carefully, keep him from harm.”

“Please do.” She whispered. “I know my brother. The throne is his rise to power and he will not allow anyone to get in the way. Even if it is in fact Jon’s own child.”

Jon let out a surprised yelp as Drogo brought him in for a deep kiss. The Dothraki continued to cheer. Continuing to whoop, the dothraki took their cheers to the streets. Viserys wanted answers for their excitement.

“What is going on?”

“They’re cheering for the future of Jon and Drogo, they believe he will be having a son.”

“A boy?”

“It is so,” Jora retorted, “Jon consumed the whole heart. He did not fall, nor give up. A son grows within Jon’s womb.”

“Could it be a daughter?”

“Unlikely,” Jora responded, “but possible. It is hardly ever wrong.”

Viserys was determined to have what he wanted, and he knew there were only a few ways to do that. He would allow them to celebrate today, but he would come to Jon in the morning demanding his army.

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Jora was busy helping Daenerys speak to a Dothrakian about possibly getting more guards for Jon that morning. Jora felt something within him to go back to Jon but when he had left him he had still been sleeping.

The sun was higher in the sky now, and Jon was looking over the gold plated belt that had been gifted to him by Drogo. It was beautiful and pristine, Jon only wondered if it came to him through the murder of an innocent life. He did not fully agree with much of what they did. Rape and murder had always been wrong to him, slavery was unacceptable to the people of the Seven Kingdoms. He thought of his father, or was he his uncle? He couldn’t really decide how to look at the great Eddard Stark anymore. He was raised as his child, but now he realized he was in fact not Eddard’s, he wondered if they had ever planned to tell him the truth or leave him in the dark.

He was curious as to why his hair was as black as raven wings if his true father was Rhaegar. He was ripped from his thoughts as Viserys came barreling into the room. “You must tell Drogo I am waiting for my fucking army! Your pregnancy should completely seal the deal if your marriage did not. Tell him, tell him I want my army!”

Jon tried to rip his arm from Viserys hand. “Get off me.” Jon snapped. “Get o-.”

Jon yelped as he was slapped. “You stupid bitch, I own you. You will become my mate before long and I will not allow you to speak to me like this do you understand? Speak to that brute and ask him where my fucking army is.”

Jon snarled as Viserys pulled on him, their faces inches apart. “I would rather die than be yours.”

Rage flashed across Viserys face, Jon cried out as he was pinned to the ground. Jon slashed at his face, his claws coming unsheathed. Blood dripped from his uncle's face. Jon scrambled backward as he pulled back covering his face with his hands. Jon reached for the belt he had been examining earlier when he was tackled. Jon covered his belly fearing for his unborns life. “Get off me!” Jon screamed before his mouth was covered.

“You dare raise a hand to me.” Viserys snarled. Jon felt cold air upon his thighs as Viserys pulled the dress to the side. “I will kill that half brute inside you and impregnate you with my own spawn. I should have done that in the first place.”

Jon reached for the dagger, he could hear him unbuckling his belt. Jon strained for the belt, his fingertips hardly reached it as he felt Viserys cock nudging at his entrance. Jon grabbed the belt, turned, and hit Viserys across the face. Jon scrambled out of the tent dropping the golden belt before he ran into Drogo.

“Jalan ki tih atthirar are yeri okay?” (Moon of my life are you okay?)

Drogo noticed the blood on his clothes, the Khal growled and set him to the side without another word as he stormed into the tent. Drogo looked at the scene before him. Viserys’s cock exposed, blood seeping from his face from Jon’s claws and the golden belt he had been gifted. “Yeri dare raise a qora to tih khaleesi!” (You dare raise a hand to my queen!)

Viserys pulled back. “Your queen slashed me first!”

Jon was breathing heavily, Jora and Daenerys were running to his side hearing the commotion. The sacred city was bustling with concern hearing Drogo’s yelling. “I spilt his blood…” Jon whined, worried he had broken a law of the Dothraki.

“It is not in a literal sense Khaleesi, it means you shall not kill someone by the use of weapons. Killing someone with the use of blades is forbidden, it is why we are not to unsheath them. That is why your weapons have been placed in a trunk. You have done nothing wrong, you were protecting yourself and your child.”

Jon let out a sigh of relief. His heart beating quickly. He was thankful he had not ruined something for their people, had not broken their laws as their ruler.

Viserys was not given the dignity of putting his cock away. Everyone watched as he was thrown from Jon’s tent. Bloodied, and half naked. “Jinak mahrazh aqorisok kishi khaleesi!” (This man rape our queen!) He was raging. “My queen!”(Tih khaleesi!)

The Khalasar erupted with hoots and angeried cries. Many were calling for his death.

“Kisha will leave kishi home, ma kill mae.” (We will leave the city, and kill him.) The Dothraki cheered and Viserys grew concerned. Drogo looked over Jon. Jon was shivering, it was clear the omega was terrified. Drogo strode forward and wrapped his arms around the shivering omega. “I love you.” He whispered. “You are okay.”

Jon looked up in surprise hearing it in his native tongue.

Jon nuzzled into him, two of Drogo’s men stripped Viserys of his clothes and bound his wrists. “I am a king! You cannot do this to me.”

“You are no king.” Jon snarled at him. “You said you would kill my child! You tried to rape me!”

Jora explained what happened to Drogo, the Khal grew angrier within seconds. The rope attached to his wrists was bound to Jon’s horse. “Danny help me! Please help me!” Viserys begged. “Danny please!”

Daeneyrs turned away, she refused to look at him. Drogo took the extra rope and tied it around his cock. Viserys screamed as Jon was picked up and placed on the horse. The Khalasar spent the next hour cleaning up and taking all of their stuff out of their sacred city. Viserys begged and cried, the heat beaten down upon him. “You fucking whore, you will always be this mans slave you will never get the throne you stu-.”

Jora hit Viserys across the face. “I hired you.”

“I am Jon’s protector! You will shut your vile mouth.”

“That bitch will never have the thro-.”

Viserys was slapped once more. The man growled but no one helped him. Drogo let out a hollar, and that meant it was time to go. Jon felt his horse lurch forward. Viserys let out a scream of pain. He was trying to keep up with the horse, they were going at a normal walking pace but Drogo had plans to go faster eventually.

They continued on, Daenerys and Jora stayed close to Jon. Jora’s eyes were trained on Jon, while Danny was oddly enjoying listening to her brother’s cries. Daenerys lowered her head, “Jon I am sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“For taking you from your home, for standing by while he sold you.”

“Drogo has been good to me,” Jon replied, “but I appreciate the apology.”

“I will stand by you, no matter what your plans are for the future… I only ask you do not allow anyone to kill me because I am a Targaryen.”

“I will do my best, but I will not allow myself to die for you.”

She nodded, it was a fair trade. She enabled the childs rape and impregnation, his marriage to the war lord. “I am sorry, I forever will be.”

Jon lowered his eyes, he could hear Viserys cry as they walked. Drogo stopped the group, he jumped off the back of his horse and walked to his bride. He helped Jon down. “Let me go you brute!” Viserys yelled towards him.

Drogo ignored him as he kissed Jon’s forehead before lowering himself to his knees, Jon was surprised as he kissed his belly. A soft smile ran over his face. Viserys snarled and barked trying to get someone to listen to him. Everyone ignored him. They didn’t care that much about what he was doing. Viserys tried to sit, but he was being pulled on by the ropes.

Jon let out a surprised moan as he was laid out on a bed roll. Drogo was learning different ways to please Jon just as Jon was learning how to please him. Jon moaned as his clit was licked, the large man's fingers probing at his sensitive folds and slick entrance. “Ah-ah….”
Drogo chuckled as he continued to eat him out.

He could care less about how long they were in the middle of this, Viserys’s body was wavering, Drogo was honestly surprised he had lived this long. Jon decided to see if he could convince him of something. “Anna cut ki tih cock.” (He cut of my cock)

Drogo honestly thought that Jon had just messed words up, that he had said We should cut off his cock. Drogo sat up, pulled Jon onto his throbbing cock. “Kisha will cut anna hezhah.” (We will cut it off.)

Jon smiled a soft bit, he hoped he understood him, however he was sure there was still a language barrier even with trying to learn. Jon moaned and whined while Drogo continued to fuck into him.

“Anha athfiezar yeri.” (I love you)

“Anha athfiezar yeri.”

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Jon’s eyes were glued to Drogo as he circled his uncle, Viserys was cowering. Each time he was facing Jora’s back he whipped the man severely. Blood seeped from his wounds. “He will be made a eunuch.”

“That is not enough.” Jon muttered back to Jora.

“That is not the same here, as it is across the sea. Not only will his testicals be taken, but his penis. He will be forced to eat it as well.”

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise “What…”

“Your mate is a king, a king that does not take anything lightly that is just how it is here. He will be forced to eat it, balls and all.”

“Whoa..” He mumbled. “The people here are.. Brutal yet it sure is effective isn’t it.”

Jora only nodded, his silence was clear. Jon was correct in his assumption. Drogo swept around the man once more, and pulled free a knife.”

“Vorsa.” (Fire) Drogo called out. A man brought forth a hot iron. Daenerys’ forehead was pressed against Jora’s shoulder. He held her close, he knew very well she was nervous to watch it happen. Viserys was her brother after all.

Two strong warriors held Viserys upright, he struggled while they held him. He could hardly budge under their strong forceful hold. “Ah… Please.. Jon make them stop. Please make them stop.”

“You beg.” Jon laughed. “I will not tell them to stop.”

“Please.. I was just trying to make you queen!”

“I never asked for that,” Jon argued. “You kidnapped me, disfigured me, sold me, and now you will suffer.”

Jora was surprised by Jons willingness to allow someone to suffer, but he understood it all the same. Viserys had been horrible to him, kidnapped him, sold him, and attempted to rape him. This man deserved it more than anyone else he had ever known. It was just seeing such a soft and sweet omega not turn their head from violence while an Alpha held her face to his shoulder to spare herself the view was certainly was new. He thought Jon would not wish to watch it.

“Yer tikh athdrivar finne anna hands, vosma ha ajjin jin sacrifice ha fin yer attempted tat tat anna bride.” (You will die at my hands, but for now a sacrifice for what you attempted to do to my bride.) Drogo howled. Viserys sobbed as the sword was brought down upon his cock. Viserys screamed as blood began to pour down his thighs. Jon caught Drogo’s eyes, they both were smiling in pleasure.

Viserys let out another scream as the iron was pressed against him. The blood and skin bubbled under the iron. “Please.. Make it stop…”

“Yer scream allayafi jin babe.” (You scream like a babe.) Drogo growled as he pushed him to his knees. Viserys locked eyes with Jon.

“You vile little bitch, you let this brute do this to me. Now how are we supposed to rule.” Jon snarled at him, Drogo lowered his eyes and whipped the man again. Viserys curled into his wounds trying to shield himself more. “Ah.. Please.. I beg of you..”

Daenerys knew they had been in the wrong when they kidnapped the child. She was determined to bring him home, but now they had the issue of the Dothraki. She had dreams the last few nights, and saw herself sitting upon the throne with Jon beside her pregnant with her own child.

She didn’t know if she should act upon them.

She knew that the Dorthraki would follow Drogo and Jon anywhere, and that Drogo promised Jon the throne. The throne that belonged to her as an alpha, but she had promised Jon she would protect him. She cursed herself. Cursed her thoughts.

Jon didn't move as he watched Drogo kick Viserys to the ground. He was laying on his side, twitching in pain. He was whipped a few more times around his body, his shaking thighs, his stomach, and his face. Jon wanted him dead now, but he knew he needed to be patient.

Jon was picked up by Drogo and kissed lovingly. He was placed on his lap as the king sat. People bustled around them, busily working on anything they thought may need to be done. Jon didn’t know how he felt standing by while not able to do anything, but what could he do, he was pregnant and a ‘queen’ he had a job, and that job primarily was to behave.

Danny turned away from the vision of her brother weeping and crying, he had always been her advisory, but he was her brother after all. What else was she supposed to do?

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Ned Stark continued to pace, he knew Robert and his family were coming. He wished to all the gods old and new there would be a celebration as they were received in his home but that was far from the truth. He did not know where his child was, he did not know his fate, he did not know if he was even alive.

There were, however, much worse things than death.

The sound of horse hooves gained his attention, his children appeared beside him as well as his wife. Theon was close by nervous for Jon, hoping that the Baratheons would be helpful. Cersei was helped out of the carriage along with Myrcella. Cersei, Arya, Myrcella, Sansa, and Catelyn went inside of the castle. Cersei was trying to stay close to Catelyn, get her to trust her. “I don’t know what I would do if any of my children were taken.” Cersei muttered holding Myrcella close. “We will do anything we can to bring your child back, I swear it.”

Catelyn tried not to cry, the idea that Jon was taken and could be anywhere was getting to her head. “Thank you my Queen. I fear for Jon, we do not know who has taken him… where he is…” Catelyn lowered her head. “Anyone could use him, rape him.. Maybe even kill him.. I-.”

“Anyone would be a fool to kill an omega.” Cersei replied softly. “I know that that may not be helpful but hardly anyone would be idiotic enough to murder an omega. Omegas are extremely rare, he is worth much more than that.. I know it is hard to understand but we cannot give up hope for his survival. I am sure he is okay.. Robert received a letter, that is why we have come.

“A letter?”

“The men will talk about it. I am sure of it.” Cersei held her softly, allowing her to cry. Arya wished to be beside her father, she was an alpha. She should be able to know what happened too. Sansa and Myrcella stayed silent, holding one another in the cold of Winterfell.

Robert and Ned walked to a private room. “We know where Jon is, and who has him but you may not like what you hear.”

“You know where my son is?”

“I want to apologize, I feel responsible.. I tried to kill all those white haired bastards and two got away..”

“Wai-wait are you telling me that the Targaryens have my child?” Ned's head was spinning. He had to lie, no one could know the truth. “W-what need do they have with Jon?”

“From what I was told, they have sold him to the Dothrakians, I assume that he is being used as a battering chip of some kind. I fear I have more news, he is pregnant.”

Ned dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t even know there were more Targaryens alive, he thought Jon was the last of their kind. Robert watched him as he sobbed, he had never seen his friend so heart broken. “Help me get my child back please Robert..”

“I am sorry that I did not eradicate them all as I had thought, first your sister was taken and killed by one and now this. They continue to plague your name. They continue to plague this sacred house. I will help you, as long as you promise Jon to Joffrey.”

“You think your son will want him after he has been raped and impregnated by the Dothrakian brutes?”

“Joffrey desires him because he is an omega, he will be careful to know that he has gone through something so horrendous. Jon’s child will not take the throne, only Jofferys . Understood?”

“Of course. Just please save my son… Please..”

Ned knew that Robert would be furious if he knew of Jon’s parentage, he didn’t need to know more. Didn’t need to know that Jon was fathered by a Targaryen, Jon was his child. His son. That was what mattered.

“We will go across the narrow sea, we will kill the remaining Targaryen, we will kill the Dothrakians. We will bring Jon home and he will wed Joffrey.”

Ned knew Jon would despise the marriage, and knew Jon never wanted the crown. He even knew his wife would be angry with the arrangement but this was all he could do. They needed Jon back and that was all he could think about at this very moment. The two alphas made their way out of the meeting room and came before their families. “We will be leaving in the morning to retrieve Jon Snow.” Robert reported.

“Can I come with father?” Robb begged.

“Me too please.” Theon retorted standing tall.

“The two of you may join.” Robert said without looking to Ned for confirmation. That wasn’t his concern, he just needed strong men to join them. “I will also have Sandor Clegane join us and my banner men. If your banner men desire to join we will ask for that too.”

“My men will be there.” Ned replied.

“Where are you going?” Cersei asked indignantly. “Why is Joffrey losing his guard?”

“Jon has been taken across the sea, sold to the brutes known as the Dothraki.”

Cat and Sansa began to sob, Arya was holding her sword close to her. She wanted to join, she wanted to bring her brother back. She understood her, he was like her. The opposite yet the same. He was a male omega, she was a female alpha. Two sides of the same coin. Bran and Rickon were silent, but their eyes stayed on the floor. They were devastated to know jon was gone.

Catelyn didn’t know the worst of it.

She only knew her child was gone.

What no one knew was Jon was bound by venom to the alpha Khal Drogo, only an alphas bond could save his life if they were to kill Khal Drogo.

Arya begged and begged to join them but was forced to stay behind. She hated knowing being an alpha came after being a girl. Yet for Jon being an omega came before being a boy. She knew it was a double standard, one she couldn’t overcome on her own.

Catelyn had almost hoped the Boltans had taken Jon, this would be easier.

The men left for the boats that morning, it would take a while to reach the ocean, even longer to reach where the waters weren’t frozen, but the people were happy to trek through both snow and rain to reach Jon Snow.

Everyone adored the boy, even if he had never graced their presence. Knowing an omega was alive meant more to some of them then they knew. Even Tyrion and Jamie Lannister were joining the hunt.

Jon didn’t know that people were willing to wage a war for his safety.

He knew even less about a war that was coming to Westeros, but the fight for the iron throne would continue with or without the lord of Winterfell and the king of the seven kingdoms at their thrones.

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Jon had one hand on his belly the other on his aunt's knee while they sat in the shade of palm trees, Drogo watched his queen with a smile while some of the women began to bring out meals for everyone. Jon and Jora knew what Viserys was about to eat while Daenerys knew nothing. Viserys looked up in surprise as he was handed a plate, he began to devour the strange meat quickly, starvation taking over.

Jon looked to Daenerys who knew nothing of what was happening before her. He felt Danny place her hand on his own. She squeezed it softly before they both were brought plates, Jon was happy to find there was fruit on his. He had been craving it, but didn’t know they had the same type here as they did at home.

He missed his place at Winterfell.

Missed his mother, even if Catelyn wasn’t really his mother he knew she would be there for him while he grew round with child. He knew that she would prepare him for the birth, yet he knew nothing of this place. Jora stood beside Jon, his sword at his side.

“Did yeri ven anna? Qifo.” Drogo asked as he grew close to the now cowering man.

He looked towards Jora for translation. “He asked if you liked the food. Pig.”

“It was pig?”

“No, he was calling you one.” Jon corrected.

Viserys hissed as he tried to stand, the rope around his throat kept him bound a foot and a half off the floor. “Was it good?” Jora asked once more.

Viserys only nodded, anything tasted good now. He had eaten a few bugs that had made their way past him not too long ago and that was like a beautiful pie. “Yes.”

Jora informed Drogo of how Viserys felt of it. Drogo laughed, kicking dirt towards him. “Yeri ate yeri zhorre cock, sorf mezhah.”

Daenerys' eyes grew wide in horror. “You made my brother eat his own penis? Was it not bad enough that you took it from him?”

“I w-what?” Viserys hiccuped before throwing up the contents of his meal. He gagged and sobbed.

“Calm down Danny, do not anger Drogo.”

“I helped sell you to him I can take you from him.” Danny retorted in an angry whisper, a look of anger on her face. “This is enough..” She stood up and stormed forward. Jora tried to stop her as she striked Drogo across the face. Drogo caught her hand and tossed her backward into some of his men.

“Seems anna wishes to be a sorf mezhah disse ven mae gaezo.” (Seems she wishes to be a dirty whore just like her brother.)

“Drogo wait please, tih shekh ma Shieraks, please. Give mae a chance.” Jon raced to his husbands side holding his hands up. (Drogo wait please, my sun and my stars, please. Give her a chance.)

Drogo looked down at his mate. “Ha striking anna anna will lose a qora.” (For striking me she will lose a hand.) Danny dropped to her knees and began to beg forgiveness. Drogo watched her grovel, and took Jon’s hands in his own. “Tell anna fini to hash, jalan ki tih atthirar.” (Tell me what to do moon of my life.)

Jon was silent, he looked back at his aunt and desired her to be left alone. However he also knew that there was a chance his choice could have consequences, dire ones. If he chose wrong, the pack would see them both as weak. If he was to harsh however they may not see Drogo as the one giving orders. Jon lowered his head. “Yeri are alpha, anna is yeri fin eth decide.” (You are alpha, it is you who must decide)

Drogo tipped Jon’s chin up, and gave him a small kiss. “Ki is a davra nayat, tih davra chiorikem.” (That is a good girl, my good wife.) Jon tried to hide his blush, but knew it would be hard to do so. Drogo kissed him once more. Jon hated being called a girl, but it was his station as omega that placed it as so. Daenerys was picked up and dragged towards a flat rock. She was held down while her arm was held straight. She screamed and cried, begging for it to end. Drogo held his sword up, she bit down on her lip ready to be mutilated when Viserys screamed.

Drogo turned to look at him.

“Take me now, please leave my sister alone.”

Drogo smiled. “A qora ha a qora.”

Daenerys was held back by Jora as Viserys hand was cut off. Blood trickled down the rock, Jon turned over and vomited. Daenyrs pulled away and made her way towards Jon holding him to her. “I’m sorry.. I am so sorry.” A hot iron was pressed against the bloodied wound. The dothraki were dangerous, Viserys was regretting going to them for help, he didn’t care if Jon was raped or used, all he cared about was being the one to take the iron throne, but now. Now he and his sister were in danger.

He vowed to get free, kill Drogo, and take what was rightfully his. Even if Daeneyrs had to impregnate their nephew he would have the damn throne.

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Jon was taken to his tent, Jora stood at the mouth of it, while Daenerys paced within it. She was silent, completely silent for hours before she finally turned to him in the dark of the night. “I am going to have to run, Drogo does not like me.”

Jon watched her with narrowed eyes. “So what, you’re just leaving. You and your brother kidnapped me and sold me… Where would you even go?”

“Anywhere but here.” She retorted. Jon growled, all he wanted was to go back home and see his family. Drogo, well hell he didn’t know what he wanted with Drogo. He was venom bonded to him, if Drogo died he would follow shortly unless someone bonded him before the venom took over. “I’m sorry Jon… If I do not leave there will be much worse consequences you don't understand…”

Jon lowered his head. “I can't accept this…Danny.. Why..” Daenerys growled, Jon stepped back seeing the look in her eyes. “Dann-.”

Daenerys locked eyes with the boy. “I cannot be truthful to you, it will hurt us both too much.” She stood up, kissed Jon on the forehead, and left out the backside of the tent. Jon narrowed his eyes, concerned by the response she gave. Jon raced out to find Jora and Drogo, who were conversing. Drogo smiled seeing Jon and pulled him into a kiss.

Jon smiled softly, he looked at Jora who stayed silent. He then realized Danny had never left the tent, and yet as the three entered she was gone. Drogo laid Jon upon the bed and smiled, kissing him softly once more, before kissing his belly. He motioned with his hands for Jora to leave, and so he did. He was concerned that he was growing blind having missed Daenerys leave. He searched for her for a while, before he spotted a horse in the distance.

Jora raced back to the tent searching for Drogo. “Tih khal, the prisoner ma mae inavva are athlanar.” (My king, the prisoner and his sister are running.) Drogo sat upright, left the tent, and sent people after the escapees.

Jons eyes widened in horror realizing that Daenerys had taken off with Viserys. “No.. she didn’t.. No- Viserys will want me dead.. Will want my pup dead..”

Jora dropped to Jon’s side. Jora squeezed his hand softly. “It’s okay, you will be okay, I will not let anyone hurt you, I am here to protect you Jon. I am here to protect you. I have something to show you.”

Jon looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “What is it?”

Jora held out a letter. Jon began to read it. “You have full permission to return to Westeros as long as you keep Jon alive, we are coming for him. Keep him alive, keep him safe. We will be there for you and him.”

“Is this from home?”

“I plan to bring you home Jon,” Jora promised.

“W-what about Drogo…” Jon asked softly. “What about our pup?”

“Your pup will be taken care of, but we need to bring you home Jon, we need to get you safe back in Westeros, I know you have grown fond of Drogo but he raped you. Married you under false pretenses.”

Jon nodded, he knew it was true. He knew he needed to get home. He knew it, but he also knew he was Drogo’s property. “Wh-what of our venom bond? Will that not cause an issue?”

Jora froze. “Venom bond? I thought it was a normal bite?”

“No.. No it isn’t..” Jon replied, pulling his top to the side exposing his bond bite. Obvious venom lines jutted from it.

Jora grew silent. “We must take Drogo with us then.”

Jon lowered his head, this whole situation was ridiculous. He shouldn’t be in the middle of it all. He hated it all. Jora hugged Jon softly. “We will get you home safely. I promise it.”

“Jora..”

“We will,” Jora promised, “we have to get you home.”

“I long for home more than anything, but what of my pup and what of Drogo.. He wants to take over Westeros. He said so himself…”

“We can convince him not to, with your help.”

Jon looked him up and down. “Drogo will never allow me to go.”
“He will be with you, we just need to convince him of it. Now stand up, we will protect you from them I swear to you.”

“They will hurt Drogo?”

“I- I do not know.” Jora replied flatly. “What I do know is they are coming to save you, and we will do whatever we can to ensure your safety as well as your pup.”

Jon lowered his eyes but nodded understanding he would not have a choice in the matter. Drogo returned to the tent and sent Jora away once more, he pulled his mate into his arms and carried him to the bed. He held a hand to his belly and kissed him softly. Jon was scared, but he had some hope now.

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Ned was highly aware of the crew of the boat, aware of the Lannisters, the Baratheons, and his boys. Yet his mind was only on Jon.

He needed him back, the boy was merely a child. He had no life experience, he did not know what he truly was owed.

The Lannister weren’t in the way, but they were taking up space. They were loud, Jamie and Tyrion were at one another's throats but that was normal for the Lannisters. Theon and Robb were talking to one another at the edge of the boat, they didn’t know what they would find when they arrived in this new place. Neither of them had ever really left Winter Fell in a long time. Theon couldn’t remember when he last was on a ship but he loved the spray of the sea. “When we arrive we must find the Dothraki. That is where Jon will be.” Robert stated softly as he looked over Ned. “We will find Jon.”

Ned let out a soft sigh, he needed his son back. Theon and Robb looked towards Ned, Theon saw Ned much like a father and he was also worried about their brother Jon. They wanted to help one another. They wanted to do whatever they could to bring him back, and they knew nothing more than that their brother had been taken and was sold. They didn’t know anything more, Ned and Robert didn’t feel anyone else needed to know the truth about him. No one else needed to know that he was likely pregnant.

Sandor was watching the two boys closely, he was supposed to be a guard mostly for the two of them but he was also a good killer. They needed him to kill, they needed him to be there for Jon when they got there. He completely understood that he wasn’t liked by most people, but he most do as he was asked.

Joffrey was sitting in Winterfell freezing his ass off, he wanted to be there to have his omega for himself. Yet his father left him here with the girls and the younger boys. He just wanted to be there to have Jon to himself. He hated that his omega was across the ocean and that he couldn’t have him. According to his father he may also have to accept that he won’t be a virgin when he finally gets to wed him. It truly pissed him off that he didn’t get to take that from Jon, it made him angry that he wasn’t going to be the first one to make Jon cry and whimper under him.

Jora was watching Jon closely, Drogo held him on his lap while he explained to his people that they would be returning to their home as they no longer had a prisoner to kill. It was safe now to return to their home. Jon felt Drogo’s hand on his stomach. Everything about the situation was making him nervous, Jon didn’t know how he felt about being saved anymore. He certainly didn’t want to be here, but he also didn’t want to go anywhere. He didn’t want his child to be ripped from him like he expected, he was falling for Drogo even if it was mostly the bond bites doing. He truly didn’t understand why the venom in his veins made him more susceptible and wanting of him.

The alpha smiled as he kissed him carefully, he was determined to make his omega feel the need to stay. Jon wanted to make Drogo happy even if that meant he would be nervous around him, even if that meant he wouldn't be able to see his family because that is what his bond bite needed to keep him safe.

He wasn’t ready to see his family, yet he needed them desperately.

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Jon could hear Drogo, his men were chattering about the fact two people got away. They were angry their leader couldn’t control them, but they also understood that there was no way of knowing that Jon’s aunt would take off the way she did. It was clear that their leader didn’t expect it to happen either. Jon’s belly wasn’t too rounded yet, but if one of the members walked past Drogo would place a hand on his belly for only a moment. Jon hated being paraded around like a toy but he understood how important it was that these people saw him as their queen. Jon was laid out on the bed, Drogo’s cock laying over his cunt.

Drogo watched him carefully, he loved everything about the situation. Loved being able to watch his omega, see the way his body moved under him. Jon bit his lip softly as he felt the alpha slide his cock inside him, Jon squirmed and cried out in surprise. Drogo didn’t say a word as he continued to thrust into him, Drogo moaned and groaned as he continually thrusted into the squirming omega.

Jon gripped the blanket beneath him tightly. Tears rolling down his face, they were both of pleasure and pain, he continued to slam inside of him. Drogo was angry, angry that the man who tried to hurt his omega had escaped which caused his thrusts to get deeper. He was just thankful his omega was still with him, that he hadn’t been kidnapped or raped. He was his. All his.

Drogo continued to thrust into his omega, the sounds of his men speaking outside. Jora kept his eyes up, watching for anyone who may be an issue. Jora could hear Jon’s cries through the tent, he hated how hard his cock was getting hearing the young omega cry for his mate.

He wanted to be the one that made Jon cry like that, yet he wanted to protect him from anyone who wanted to do just as he did.

Jon gripped his mates bicep tightly, Drogo lifted him up a bit so their lips met. Their moans loud and ran through the camp, everyone could hear the omegas cries. Everyone could hear Drogo grunting and groaning in pleasure as he knotted into his omega.

Jon and Drogo were both in ecstasy, Jon’s mate bond burned yet he wanted and needed this. Cum pumped into his belly, his pregnancy making him more ravenous for his mate. He needed this yet hated it all at the same time, Jon didn’t know how it was all real. Sometimes he wondered if he was going to wake up from it still at home cuddled in the warm bed in Winterfell.

Yet as Drogo nibbled on their mate bond, Jon knew it was all real.

The Targaryen’s were racing away as fast as they could, Danny was worried about her brother. She was nervous and hoped the Dothraki couldn’t find them. She hoped they could hide out for a while then when they were strong enough they could return to find Jon and take him from the Dothraki.

The Lannisters, Baratheons, and Starks were getting off the boat, their bannermen and other crewmates following behind them. Ned was anxious, he needed his son and needed to know he was safe. Needed him safe.

The many men were met by friends a few of them had across the sea, horses awaiting them. Ned was going to find his boy, and bring him back no matter the cost.

The sun beat down on them, none of them were used to the heat or the sand. Those from Winterfell were faint and often needed more time to sit under shade. They had plenty of supplies but it still didn’t feel like enough for many of them, but they were going to bring back something rare and worth their time.

They were going to be bringing back Jon.

Ned and his sons were keeping their eyes ahead, fear in their hearts. They only hoped Jon was alive, that Jon wasn’t going to be dead or brutally injured.

They didn’t know what he had gone through, they didn’t even know he had been mutilated in such a violet way. Ned wouldn’t tell his boys that Jon was pregnant, he knew it would be too much for them to handle now. Ned couldn’t help but hope it was a lie, that his son wasn’t in fact pregnant with a Dothraki brute’s child.

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Jon was standing before the pack naked as the day he was born. Jon’s cheeks were bright pink and he was sure that his alpha found it fun to watch how dark his face would grow as the women of the pack painted his belly with mud, blood, and paint. They were painting a horse riding across the sky, Jon didn’t truly understand why they were doing so but the pack was happy to watch the painting happen. Jon watched them carefully as they carefully painted his skin. He was shaking a bit as the alpha men whistled.

Jora tried his best to not look at his body, he knew he would grow hard and cause questions or have Drogo grow angry because of his desires for his mate. Jon looked back at Drogo who merely nodded.

Jon yelped in surprise as the women began to paint flowers, using his nipples as the center of them. Drogo chuckled at his surprised shout. The alpha was extremely pleased watching the experience. Jon watched as they began to paint his arms with spirals. He shivered at the cold paint as they ran along his cunt.

“Pretty boy.” Drogo whispered softly to himself.

Jon was finally released once they completed their task. Jon was turned to expose himself to his mate. “Alpha..”

Drogo nodded, pleased by the paint along his skin. He pulled him in for a kiss. “Beautiful.” The alpha muttered into his skin. Jon was surprised he wasn’t using Dothraki. He lined his skin with kisses and pulled him onto his lap. Jon watched as the pack women began to dance and raise their arms to the sky. Drogo grinned as he exposed himself to Jon, Jon let out a slight groan as his cock was slid into him. “Shh..” Drogo mumbled into his neck, Jon nodded as Drogo slowly bounced him on his cock while they danced and praised the coming pup.

Jon bit his lip trying to hide his moans as Drogo knotted inside him. Cum pumping into him with speed and force, his belly rounded more than it already was as he was filled with seed. Jora watched them carefully, he hoped no one noticed the bulge forming.

Jon felt Drogo remove his cock once his knot unlocked. Jon let out a soft sigh as cum dripped to the floor below them. “Ah.. Alpha…” Jon groaned as Drogo flicked his clit. Drogo laughed a bit before the whole pack began to hear shouting.

A young Dothraki boy came running, Drogo stood up and Jora stood in front of Jon. Jon listened to them speak, the younger boy was speaking quickly and he was clearly nervous about something. Jora looked over at Jon as soon as he understood what the boy was going on about.

There were men coming, and they were coming for Jon.

Jon looked at Jora. “Jora.. Are.. Is my family?”

“They could be.” Jora remarked softly. “Drogo won’t allow you to be taken.”

“I-.” Jon lowered his eyes, his hands were on either side of his belly. He was fearful of losing his pup, losing Drogo, but he also knew he wasn’t supposed to be here. He had been kidnapped and raped and impregnated. He had even been mutilated and abused by his uncle.

The same uncle who was now missing.

Jora watched as Drogo stormed towards them, he pointed to Jora. “Protect my mate.”

Jora nodded. Jon narrowed his eyes as he looked at his mate. He truly didn’t understand why he wasn’t using Dothraki at the moment. “Alpha… I will be okay.”

Drogo rolled his eyes. “Mine.”

Jon nodded, he kept his eyes down. His alpha wasn’t going to allow anyone to take him. Jora took Jon’s hand and pulled him towards the large tent. Jon pulled on a sheer dress, he didn’t like the outfit itself but he needed to keep showing off the paint and if he didn’t wear something pretty Drogo would be upset.

Jon looked over Jora.

Jora looked him over. “Are you okay?”

“Yes..” Jon began, he lowered hand to his belly once more. “If my family sees me like this..”

“They couldn’t blame you, you were raped.”

“Drogo…”

“Was never supposed to even meet you.”

“We are mates.”

“By force.” Jora remarked. “You are not supposed to be here.”

Jon lowered his eyes, he was right, he wasn’t. Jon sat beside the trunk of his things, he didn’t know how he could leave this life now. He was Drogo’s property, his mate, and carrying his pup, he was a queen here.

He lined his fingers along the scales of the dragon eggs. “Jora…”

“Yes Khaleesi?”

“I’m terrified of this all.. What if.. What if they don’t want me because I’m mated already.. Pregnant? What if they kill Drogo?”

“They likely just landed, it will take them at least two months to get here if we don’t start moving somewhere else now.”

Jon nodded, he picked up the three eggs. Jora watched him carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m just nervous..” Jon replied softly. Jora kept his eyes averted, he didn’t want to look at him yet he wanted nothing more than to touch him. “I-.”

He froze, Drogo rushed into their tent. He began shouting in Dothraki and Jora got to work packing up their supplies. Jon placed his three eggs in the trunk they originally came in, however it was much more nest-like inside. Jon felt they needed to be like this, that they needed to be in a nest even if they were petrified.

“Alpha.”

Drogo kissed him softly before he began to work on packing up some of the heavier stuff. Jon did the best he could to pack, even though he wanted to stay so his family could find him. Jon yelped in surprise as he was picked up and placed on his horse just as the moon was coming up.

They would ride through the night.

Drogo wouldn’t allow anyone to have his mate.

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Jon was wrapped in Drogo’s arms, the omega having fallen asleep on his horse. The alpha didn’t want him to fall off and had him put on his horse so he could hold him. He had someone else walk Jon’s horse. Drogo kept the hoard moving through the night, they finally stopped to rest as the sun began to rise. Drogo had them set up camp, they would be able to stay in their current location for the next few days. A week at the most. 

The kings guard were hot, and everyone was tired and complaining. They wanted to bring back the sweetheart of the north, but they certainly hated the heat and the sand. Jon would be returned safely, at least that was truly the plan. They just hoped he was okay. 

As the sun rose for the day Jon was running his fingers along the scales of his petrified eggs. “They are so beautiful.” Jon mumbled. Jora nodded in agreement. “I wonder what kind of dragons would have hatched from these.”

“I don’t know.” Jora remarked, “Dragon’s haven’t been around for a long time.”

Jon only nodded softly, he understood that, but he wanted to know the truth of them. Jon curled up around the eggs, Drogo appeared and looked over his mate laying with his arms wrapped around the petrified eggs, he laughed a bit. To Drogo this was something good, if he was so protective over these eggs he would certainly be protective of their son.

“Alpha.” Jon smiled. Drogo lowered himself to his knees and kissed Jon’s forehead.

Jon blushed a bit as his alpha began to nuzzle him. Jon’s belly was no longer flat, a clear sign of a pup growing within. Jora watched them carefully, he felt jealousy run through him. Drogo helped Jon off the ground, Jon picked up the dragon eggs and carried them back to their makeshift nest. Jon was growing more maternal, and with that he wanted to care for the eggs. He felt more attached to them. He didn't want to accept the Targaryen part of himself, but he did want something to do with the eggs. He curled into Drogo’s lap as the Khal sat before his people. His eyes fluttered a bit thinking while Drogo rubbed his belly with a smile, he couldn’t wait for their pup to be born.

Jon hummed a bit, and everyone listened. He wasn’t a good singer, he knew that, but he was their queen. He was their Khaleesi.

A few of their people brought them something to eat for the morning, Drogo and Jon ate happily enjoying their meal, some of it was just dried meat which wasn’t Jon’s favorite but he would take it and be thankful. Drogo smiled looking down at Jon kissing his forehead. 

Jon did feel secure with Drogo, he knew very well that nothing could happen to him if Drogo was his alpha. Drogo wouldn’t allow anything to happen to him no matter how hard they tried. Jon watched as Jora gave him a strange look.

“Are you okay?” Jon asked him softly, Jora only nodded. 

“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“You just look off Jora.”

“I’m perfectly fine Jon I promise.”

Jon gave him an odd look, Jora was clearly not telling the truth. He just didn’t know or understand why. He let out a soft sigh as he watched Jora and Drogo carefully. Drogo wrapped his arms around him carefully, pulling him closer to his chest. Jon felt his hand lay over his pregnant belly. “Alpha..” He mumbled. Drogo looked down softly and nibbled on his neck. Jon squealed under his nibbles and bites. “Oh.. Alpha….”

Drogo mumbled as he nibbled and bit on their mate mark. Jon was surprised to hear him speak his tongue however. “I love you omega.”

“I-I love you too..” He whispered back softly. “I-I love you too.”

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Jon was curled around the dragon eggs once again, laying in the small tent that the pack had set up for their alpha and his bride. Jora was watching him carefully, the khal was commanding that the pack would clean up and head onto another place to ensure the westerners couldn't have his omega. Their Khaleesi.

Jon woke, his hands running along the eggs. “You’re becoming more attached to those the further you get in your pregnancy.” Jora noted, trying to act as if he hadn’t been watching him more than needed.

“I- I feel like I need to protect them. There is something about them, something within them that I believe is important about them. I- I think there are still live dragons in them Jora.”

“They’re petrified eggs Jon.”

“They have to have something in them Jora, I can feel it.”

The alpha shook his head, doing his best not to laugh at the omega who was very persistent about it. “Let’s get you packed up,” Jora began, “your mate wishes to move on again.”

Jon wanted to go back to their home, he didn’t want to keep traveling. Traveling meant there was a chance of running into his aunt and uncle. He shuddered at the thought, he took a deep breath and kept moving forward cleaning up after himself as he was told to do. He wasn’t able to pack much of his things, as Jora or one of his handmaidens did so for him. Jon held his hand to his belly, the pup moving within. Jon’s eyes widened in surprise as he reached for a handmaiden. “Feel it.” He said excitedly. She was wide eyed as she felt the movement from within her Khaleesi’s belly. The future khal.

“Your husband should be the one to feel this, not me.” She smiled, bowing her hand. “Go find him.”

Jon got up quickly, he raced out of the tent looking for his mate. Most of the pack didn’t see him alone, so they were surprised to find him looking about before he spotted the alpha. He made his way towards him, holding a hand to his belly to ensure the pup didn’t get jostled about too much. He came across his mate, and placed his hand on his bicep. Drogo turned quickly, he smiled seeing Jon standing there looking excited.

He wordlessly grabbed Drogo’s hand and pulled it over his belly, Drogo’s large hand sat upon it unmoving. However his eyebrows raised in surprise as he felt a kick, then another. He soon dropped to his knees beside Jon, Jon looked down at him in surprise as he kissed his belly. Jon smiled, he didn’t feel he should be this far along already. He didn’t feel like the pup should be kicking or big enough to do so yet here he was.

The pack watched wordlessly, their alpha hardly showed affection but watching as he kissed their queen was something they enjoyed. Jon’s belly jutted out a bit, and they knew their future king would be strong if he was already moving within him. Jon smiled, before they heard a scream. They turned, and two men were coming towards the Khal, knives at the ready. Jon stumbled back as Drogo stood, pushing his mate towards some of the pack's women. The betas quickly encircled the omega before Jora was there, he pulled out his sword ready to defend both Jon and Drogo.

The men were not of the hoard, they wore strange clothing and it was clear they were there to kill. Drogo and Jora fought side by side, a few other warriors came to fight beside their Khal and their queens guard. Jon watched in terror as the men sliced and killed a few of their packmates. Jon couldn’t see any banners, and was uncertain if they were from any of the seven kingdoms. Drogo disarmed one man, but the other was behind him quickly stabbing Drogo in the back right shoulder. Drogo hissed but continued to fight, the knife stuck out, blood dripping down his back. He reached for the man that he had disarmed snapping his neck, he turned back to find the man who had stabbed him surrounded by his men, Drogo held up a hand. It was clear he was in pain but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from enacting punishment. He grabbed the man and looked into his eyes before turning to Jora.

Jora nodded and stepped forward. “Who sent you?” Jora asked, the man merely sneered.

“That bitch,” the man hissed, “doesn’t belong to this horse fucker.”

Drogo snarled, he understood enough to know that they were calling him something disgusting as well as speaking about his mate. He held a knife just upon his jugular. “Who sent you?” Jora stated again, Jon was trying to push forward to see him, he wanted to know if he was one of the men coming to ‘save’ him or if he was someone else.

“The true rules of the seven kingdoms,” he snapped again, blood dribbling from a knick under his chin from Drogo. “They’ll enact their revenge, they will take that whore no matter where he goes.”

Jon’s eyes grew wide, his aunt and uncle. They were still coming for him, and they were sending men after him. Jon watched carefully from between the women, Drogo looked to Jora who nodded. They had enough information. Drogo slit the man's throat dropping him upon the ground.

Jon raced to his mate as soon as the woman parted, he wrapped his arms around his middle. “Someone rhellaya mae!” (Someone help him!) Jon whimpered as he pulled away from the hug, Drogo’s body was shaking a bit from the pain, Jon’s hand and forearm was covered in his mates blood. Panic was running through the omega, if Drogo died he wouldn’t last much longer. It was partly self preservation but it was also genuine concern for his mate. “Please!” Jon begged, before he remembered who he was. He was their Khaleesi. “Rhellaya the khal.” (Help the khal) He ordered pointing towards some of the healers.

They moved quickly, Jon holding Drogo’s hand as they pulled him along to a tent that had yet to be pulled down. Drogo was panicked, not for himself, but for his pregnant mate and his unborn pup. His life was connected to Jon’s, he could kill his mate and his son without intention if he fell.

Jon sat beside him upon the floor, refusing to be taken care of until his mate was helped.

He would kill the Targaryians, he would end them but first his mate was at stake. His mate’s life was more important than plotting their demise.

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Drogo snarled as his wound was cleaned, Jon held his hand tightly nearly more nervous than the khal himself. He looked towards his mate and smiled faintly. “Anha will avvos die she yeri.” (I will never die on you).

Jon narrowed his eyes a bit trying to put it all together. “If yeri die she anna, tih khal, anha will kill yeri myself.” (If you die on me, my king, I will kill you myself.) Jon threatened, Drogo chuckled loving the spirit his mate truly did have. He loved that strength, something he never anticipated an omega to have. “I love you.” Jon said softly kissing his temple as the medicine man began to sew up the wound.

“I love you, omega.” Drogo said, he growled as the needle entered his skin, he tensed but refused to cry or make any true noise of pain. Jon kissed him a few more times trying to distract him. “Vo asqa haired vikeesi will take yeri ha anna.” (No white haired bitch will take you from me) He placed a hand on his belly, their pup kicking once more. “Yeri are a khaleesi, tih khaleesi.” (You are a queen, my queen.)

“Only yours.” Jon promised.

He wanted to go home, he wanted to see the snow again, he wanted to hold the woman he knew as his mother and see his father. He wanted to share his pregnancy with his family, but Drogo was his now and he was Drogo’s and there was no way for him to feel good about leaving and joining his family again without Drogo at his side.

After a while Drogo was finally able to leave, the hoard hooted as their alpha and his mate appeared from the tent. They would move on, they were wondering how those men had found them but that meant it was a good time to keep moving forward.

Jon climbed upon his horse, his hands shaking a bit.

Drogo could have been killed, he could have died, their pup could have died. He shook his head, he was still alive, they were still alive. He placed a hand on his belly, Jora watched him softly. If he wanted to go back to the way their life was before all of this he needed to get Jon away safely, but he worried the pregnancy would cause an issue.

He needed to find a way to fix it, but he also knew it would devisate Jon if he didn’t do it correctly.

They continued on through the night, Jon tried his best not to fall asleep while upon his horse. A horse that would one day bare his son's stallion. He patted her neck as they continued, he smiled as Drogo nodded to him before they came upon a village.

Jon watched in horror as the Dothraki did what they were best at.

They raped, pillaged, and murdered. Jon was watching with wide eyes as a few women were pulled from a building. “Wait!” Jon called trying to stop the men who held them at knife point. He pointed towards the two girls, one older her hair matted and dark the other a bit younger. “These chiorikem belong to anna ajjin.”

The men looked to the omega but nodded, pushing them towards Jon. Jon stepped forward, his pregnancy and scent apparent. The two betas felt a desire to help him despite the fact he was with the people who were killing and raping their people.

“I- I have no say in what they do all the time.. M-my mate is the khal.” He remarked exposing his neck. “B-but I wanted to try and help. You’ll be there to help me with what I need, this way no one can touch you unless you want it.”

The two looked the omega over, it was clear he wasn’t dothraki born. “Did he rape you?” The younger one asked.

“Yes.” Jon remarked. It was true, he had been raped, he had been for a long time until love came through, but he still wondered how much of that was their venom bond. “I am bonded to him, pregnant with his pup but I still find what they do barbaric.”

The older woman looked him over, disgust in her eyes. “Yet you stay by his side.”

“I am venom bonded to him, my life is not my own.” Jon snarled softly. “I cannot leave.”

The younger woman put a hand to her mouth, a venom bond was like unseen bondage. It was illegal in many villages, theirs was one of them. “You cannot stay mad at him,” the girl began speaking to the older woman, “he has no choice.”

“You could have fought.” The older woman snapped.

“I was kidnapped from my home,” Jon snarled, “I was sold to him. I tried to fight, I tried but all it got me was the loss of my penis.” He didn’t care if it was crewd. “Not all omegas are born with one kind of genital, but now I only have a cunt.”

The younger girl was frozen in terror, the screaming of her people was beating into her skull, the fact this ‘queen’ was mutilated, venom bonded, raped and impregnated meant her station was likely not safe but maybe he could keep her from seeing his fate. “Mirri Maz Duur,” the younger woman said to the older one. “He tried to save us.”

The woman only nodded, yet anger burned within her. She would do her best to keep the omega from a terrible fate, her magic could do just that, yet the dothraki would pay for what they did to her people. To her village.

She followed the khaleesi to his horse, they stood beside his horse their place beside him now. They watched as they people were slaughtered, the screams from those raped were causing them to sob. “Jora.” Jon began looking towards his guard. “Why.. why do they do this?”

“It is their way of life my queen,” Jora remarked, “you haven’t seen what they can truly do, but if your life can say anything about them they are brutal and won’t stop until they feel satisfied.”

Jon lowered his eyes as he watched the destruction. Jon climbed off his horse, he needed to find his mate. “Stay.” Jon whispered to his new handmaidens. They simply nodded, wondering what he would do. Jon began to walk, trying to find Drogo. He came across him, slitting an innocent man's throat. “Alpha.” Jon muttered. “I wish to go.”

Jora raised an eyebrow wondering if the khal would listen to his mate. Drogo simply nodded, he clapped his hands. He yelled to the pack, who quickly listened. “Take the oqet ma a loy chiorikem, set anna she vorsa.” (Take the sheep and some woman, set it all on fire.)

Jon’s eyes widened as they howled back to him, the sheep were forced into a cart pulled by a few horses. Six woman were forced in with the sheep, Jon watched as the flames were lit, the village burning down once the desired things were taken from within.

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The knights were hot, complaining did them no good but they wished they were in a cooler climate. They continued pushing forward, they knew Jon was worth this cause but they only wished to he was easier to find. The Dothraki moved constantly, and from what they had heard from asking those they could speak to, they were not in their home village. Jon was their target, but the Dothraki made it incredibly difficult.

“Jon,” Ed began, “I only hope you are okay.”

Robb and Theon were angry, they wanted to ensure their omegan sibling was safe, they knew what they could come across but they also had no true knowledge of what Jon had gone through.

The Hound, Sandor, had a desire within him. He knew his chances were slim, but if he did this job and did it well he hoped he would be free of his position. Joffrey was simply horrible to deal with, and he didn’t want to be some omegas guard. He didn’t know Jon well, he had seen him once when he was very young. Yet his thoughts of all omegas, just as female betas, were that they were prissy. He had never met Jon as an older boy, he didn’t know his true fight.

Jon watched the woman he had saved, they spoke in a language he didn’t understand, but he knew at least the younger one was grateful for him. They came across some land that was flat and bare. Drogo decided they would stop there. He ordered the people to set up some tents. Jon looked to his new handmaidens and spoke to his old ones. “Can you help teach them how to set up the tents?”

“As you wish Khaleesi.”

Jon thanked them, which surprised the new woman, no one ever thanked a slave. The older woman did her job well, she would become close to the omega and she would hit when it was the best time. Jon took the dragon eggs from their nest within the chest once his and Drogo’s tent was set up. The woman stayed in the corner of the place knowing not to speak or move unless asked for.

Jora watched Jon carefully. “The eggs are petrified Jon, they will not hatch.”

“I wish they would.” Jon mumbled softly. “I really wish they would.” He sat them in a row, placing blankets and skins around them rubbing his fingers over the ridges.

Jon laid back, tired. He had stayed up to ensure he didn’t fall of the horse. He also hadn’t wanted to sleep right after watching his mate being stabbed and a village going up in flames. He knew himself, he knew he would have nightmares.

Jon looked towards the woman. They waited patiently for orders, the two new ones uncertain of their true position but the other handmaidens helped explain the best they could.Jon went to speak when Drogo stepped in. “Undress.” He ordered, the woman stayed still their positions to stay close now that Jon was pregnant. Jon lowered his eyes but did as he was told. Drogo smiled and lowered himself to his knees laying Jon back. Jon let out a surprised yelp as Drogo began to lap at his dripping cunt. The newer maids watched with wide eyes, Jon had no choice in what they did, which they had suspected. Yet watching a supposed queen be used to the king's pleasure was still surprising to them.

In their village woman and men shared the load, they each did as they desired. Jon gripped the blankets as Drogo undressed himself and lined his cock up. Jon looked up with big eyes as he pushed forward. Jon yelped as he began to thrust in deep. Jon let out little moans and yelps, some of the thrusts pained him. His position wasn’t comfortable but he stayed put, he didn’t wish to anger his mate.

He was certainly glad he hadn’t been one to rape one of the woman of the village they burned. Drogo groaned in pleasure as he slammed in once more, he finally pulled away and dropped Jon to his knees. Jon looked up in surprise expecting a knot. Drogo grabbed his hair roughly, forcing his mouth open. Jon began to suck his cock, fearing an oral knot yet if Drogo desired it he would do as he was told. Drogo let out a groan of pleasure as he forced his cock down his throat, Jon gripped his alphas hips before the large alpha forced his cock all the way in and knotted. Jon groaned as he tried to swallow the pool of cum that was flooding his throat. Tears began to roll down his face as he swallowed hard trying not to choke. Drogo growled as he pulled his knot free, Jon yelped, feeling the pop. He continued to swallow the seed, his belly growing full. “Davra, davra mezhah.” Drogo smiled. (Good, good whore.)

“I am your mate.” Jon mumbled through cock, Drogo merely laughed, his little omega.

“Yeri are hethkat, tih omega.” (You are tight, my omega.)

Jon blushed, yet he felt dirty. He looked up at his mate, confused as to why he was being like this, usually Drogo placed him on top to ensure the position felt good, to ensure he was happy. Yet now Drogo was taking advantage again. “Alpha…”

“Shh,” the man said softly, he cupped his cheek carefully before he turned to Jora. “Kirekosi does tih ziso athtihar.” (How does my wound look?)

“Davra, tih khal.” (Good, my king)

“Darva.” Drogo grunted before noticing the eggs lined up. “‘Mega?”

“They’re mine.” Jon said softly finally getting up off his knees, the alpha didn’t stop him. “I think the dragons still inside.” Drogo narrowed his eyes before he grabbed one of the eggs out of the nest. “Alpha please..”
Drogo noted his panicked voice, did he think he would break it? Drogo quickly but carefully placed it back in the makeshift nest. “Kirekosi.” (How)

Jon looked up carefully before thinking for a moment. “Fire.”

Drogo smirked thinking about how it would be to have both horses and dragons. “Kisha laz.”(We could)

Jons eye widened in surprise, was Drogo offering to let him try and hatch the eggs? “Really?” Jon asked looking towards his dragon eggs. “I could?”

“Ai.”

Jon wrapped his arms around him quickly, he would try even if it didnt work he knew the eggs wouldn’t burn up in the flames. He would still have them even if it didn’t work. Yet he had one more problem. Would the pack think he was a witch if he didn’t burn in the flames if he sat with them?

He would take that risk, he knew no one would hurt him or his pup and if they tried to hurt his dragons he knew they could likely tear anyone apart.

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Jon carried the eggs in his outstretched arms, his alpha following behind him. They began to build a platform of wood. Jon watched carefully as they did so, Jora narrowed his eyes carefully why was Drogo allowing this? People were watching carefully as Jon placed the eggs upon the pire before he looked towards the man with a torch. “Vorsa.”

The man nodded and tossed the torch upon the wood. Jon smiled, watching carefully, he knew something would come from it. He watched from his spot, Drogo held him tightly as if he felt Jon would end up in the flames if he didn’t hold him. Jon smiled watching as the flames built up more before he spotted the cracking, he pulled free from the large alpha and ran towards the fire. Everyone watched in terror as their khaleesi went towards something that should kill him before he raced into the fire.

Drogo leapt forward but Jora grabbed his arm. “Wait.”

Drogo snarled and tried to pull free before another man grabbed him, moments past and people were howling and wailing thinking the omega had killed himself with their future king within him before Jon, naked as the day he was born, walked out of the flames unharmed with three small dragons clinging to him. Drogo’s eyes widened in surprise. Yells of surprise and terror came from the pack's mouth. They didn’t believe him to be a witch, many knew he was supposed to be a Targaryen but that still made them uneasy that he could go in and out of fire without being injured. He came forward a smile on his face as the small dragons curled into the omega.

The older woman from the burnt village watched with wide horrified eyes, this omega had a power, a stronger power than herself. Drogo stepped forward pulling his naked mate towards him, he reached for the dragons that squealed and made a bellowing noise but didn’t bite or attack. Jon smiled, petting their faces softly. Jora was wide eyed, he had been wrong, but he was terrified of what could happen when they grew larger.

Jon held Drogo, and the dragons began to climb from his shoulders towards the Khal, their people dropped to their knees. Their khaleesi was stronger than anyone before and their khal allowed him to do so, this meant their son would truly be the one to mount the world. Their son would be the strongest alpha there could be.

The witch woman watched in horror as the small dragons curled into the omega.

She needed to kill the future khal, and the current one yet she didn’t wish to harm the omega. The omega had saved her, and it was clear to her that this Khal had raped him, forced a mateship between them.

She needed some herbs, but her plans were being set in place.

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Jon was smiling as the dragons curled around him, Drogo didn’t know how to react to it. He found the dragons amazing, yet he was also unsure what to do about them. Their teeth were sharp, and they were starting to fly already. He watched them as they snuggled with his pregnant mate, they seemed to enjoy laying over his belly any kick their child gave to Jon’s belly the dragons fluttered their wings about. Jon pet their forehead. “They need names.” Jon decided. He looked them over, the black one looked up at him bobbing its head a bit. He looked to drogo with a smile. “Drogon.”

Drogo chuckled, but was pleased to have a dragon named after himself.

He looked to the green one, he thought about what Daenerys had said. His true father was Rhagar, so he decided to name the dragon after him. “Rhaegal.”

Drogo listened to him curious about the namesake but chose not to ask. He watched as Jon looked over the last dragon, smaller and a yellowish cream. “You’re a little vision aren’t you?” He said with a smile. “I think I will name you, Viserion.”

He didn’t put the idea of his uncle's name with the dragon, though it did sound similar. Drogo smiled as he watched his mates ‘children’ snuggle into him. He was unsure how to feel about them but until they gave him a reason to fear he would not fear them. Jora kept his distance from the creatures, but made sure they ate as Jon asked. He could cut up lamb or fish for them to eat. They at first didn’t like it, but eventually grew accustomed to it. Jon assumed they’d stay small, he hadn’t seen the skull of a large one.

Drogo was walking with Jon, his dragons curled around his own shoulders and his mates, when the eldest of Jon’s handmaidens offered them each a drink. Drogo took it and nodded to her, Jon took a sip and smiled. “Thank you, Mirri Maz Duur.” Jon said, bowing his head. The woman only nodded, her anger for the khal hiding behind her smile as she bowed to Jon. Drogo and Jon continued to drink the offered beverage. It was herbal, but neither thought much of it. Mirri made her way to his tent to await the further effects.

Drogo sat upon his throne, Jon sitting beside him. His dragons happily curled in his lap. They were very much infants, eating and sleeping and playing. They let out little noises and cries but they were always by Jon’s side.

Jon knew there was a chance they could kill him or someone else, but he felt they were connected to him. He felt they wouldn’t do a thing to hurt him or the people he loved. He only hoped that he knew them as well as he desired to. Jon lowered his head against Drogo’s peck before he felt something within him. He sat upright, pain bubbling through him.

His veins began to burn, darkening to near black before they phased back to blue as Drogo began to groan in pain. People rushed about trying to understand what was happening before Jon screamed out in pain, his mate mark burning. Drogo hissed as Jon lowered himself to the floor, his fingers digging into the sand. He was dry heaving, Jora and Mirri were at his side as he tried to breathe. Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal screeched, fluttering around him as he heaved. Drogo’s entire body was growing hot, his previous wound was itching. It felt as if something was trying to climb out of him. “Ah.. Wh-what is a-happening..” Jon whimpered. Mirri smirked as she held his arm.

“Breathe omega, you are being freed.” She whispered, rubbing his back.

Drogo brought his hands to his throat, foam began to drip from his mouth before the Khal dropped to his knees. “No… No..” Jon cried, reaching for Drogo. “You can’t die!”

“You won’t die my love,” Mirri remarked, “I have freed you.”

Drogo reached his hand out for Jon, he opened his mouth managing out one last phrase. “Jalan ki tih atthirar” (moon of my life) before he dropped forward, his head slamming into the ground.

Jon looked to her in horror as he felt his mate mark begging reversed, then he felt pain within his abdomen. “No! Drogo…” He sobbed. Jon screamed out in pain as a cramp rippled through him. “No.. no.. you’re too young you can’t come y-yet!” Jon screamed as blood began to drip down his thighs. “Oh no. Jora… Jora please…”

Jora grabbed for Jon, his dragons screeching, as he helped him to his back. Mirri got to work, blood continued to run down his thighs. “Push omega.” She shouted. “Push.”

“He can’t come yet!” Jon screamed back. “Pl-please he can’t come yet!”

“You’ve got to push, hes going to die inside of you if you don’t.” she snapped back. Jon screamed as he began to push as Jora cut the fabric from his crotch away. Tears streamed down Jon’s face, his reptilian children cuddled into him screeching as he screamed and cried. He continued to push, Jora holding his hand tightly. His bond burning as Drogo’s soul joined the ancestors.

Many of their people were already beginning to pack up, their leader dead.

Jon sobbed as he pushed until finally, the small form of an infant was laying in her hands. Bloodied and unmoving. Jon’s heart was breaking, tears rolling down his face as he reached for him. The tiny form was unmoving in her hands.

“No..no..no!” Jon tried to stand, but his legs began to wobble and he dropped to his knees. Jora held him tightly, trying to ensure he didn’t hurt himself more, his thighs caked in blood. “No..”

She watched him before she smiled. “I freed you.”

Jon looked to her in anger, tears rolling down his face. “You killed my pup!”

“A pup that came from rape.”

Jon was wavering under Jora’s hold. He looked to her, then to his dragons. Something deep within him, a word he shouldn’t have known came forth, Jora’s eyes widened in surprise. “Dracarys.”

The witch looked up as the dragons began to flutter their wings faster, their teeth while small now were sharp. Each opened their maw, and fire came from within. The witch screamed as the dragon fire hit her directly. She screamed out in terror and pain as the flames took over. She crumpled to the ground, nothing more than ash.

Jon sobbed into Jora’s arms. This wasn’t how he expected to lose Drogo, nor did he expect to lose his child.

Jora looked towards the burnt body of the witch, then to Drogo’s unmoving form. “We will give him a good funeral, then we should see if we can find your family Jon, you are still my ward. My Khaleesi.” Jon sniffled looking over his lost mate, their unborn child with him in the other world. Jon crawled towards him, laying over his form sobbing.

“He was my family.”

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Jora helped Jon construct three cages for his ‘children’, he placed them on horseback and helped Jon upon his horse, the boy was still weak from the loss of his child. Jon groaned as Jora climbed upon the horse with him. Jon leaned his head against his back, his body burning, tears rolled down his face.

“I have you Jon.” He whispered. “I have you.”

The hoard had dispersed, losing their khal, knowing that their future had been destroyed. Even with how strong their khaleesi was didn’t make them follow. Jon’s body was burning. He turned over, his arms still wrapped tightly around Jora’s waist, and vomited. His dragons watched their mother with what seemed to be concern.

“It’s okay.” Jora promised.

“I feel like hell,” Jon groaned, “please this is the worst…”

“I’ve got you now, it’s going to be okay.” Jora promised.

“Jora, I can’t handle this… I-I…” Tears continued to roll down his face. His body ached, his skin felt as if it was crawling. He was sobbing and shaking. Jora continued to push the horse forward for a while until Jon nearly fell off.

Jora stopped the horse, and jumped off the back of it before he pulled Jon off the back. He laid Jon on the ground momentarily while he worked on getting a tent popped up, he needed to contact Jon’s family, the longer Jon was dealing with this situation the worse it would likely get. Jon groaned and turned over slightly, and vomited again.

Jora put the tent up and carried him inside the tent before bringing in the dragons. As soon as their doors were open they raced to Jon’s side, wrapping themselves around him as if trying to give him comfort, Jora watched with narrowed eyes uncertain if they were safe but he couldn’t go against them, that would be dangerous for himself.

He got to work writing on paper and waited to find a raven, they weren’t very common in this region but they were easy enough to find, his own disappeared into the night the last time he sent a message.

Jon was curled up, his body continued to shake. “Ngh… I hurt so badly…” He groaned.

“I know my dear, you are okay, I promise…. I will be here for you and I will get you anything you need. Now let’s get something for you to drink, I will worry about feeding the dragons as well…”

Jon only nodded, his eyes were slightly glazed over, his body was covered in a cold sweat. Jora was on his knees, helping him drink. His dragons curled around him tighter as if trying to shield him from Jora. Jora stepped away and brought back a meal for them, they ate some before turning to their mother’s sides.

“I’ve got you…” Jora promised again. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

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Jon was curled in a ball, Jora watched as the dragons surrounded him. He was shaking, and a cold sweat was running down his forehead. The dragons would blow fire over his body in hopes of making him feel better and Jora was only happy Jon wouldn't be harmed by it. Jon looked up at Jora, his vision blurred.

“It’s okay Jon, your father will be here soon enough, we will try and meet him in the middle but you’re not doing well….”

“I want to go home…”

“We will get you home, don’t worry..” Jora whispered as he watched him carefully. He only hoped that the raven would find the right people and not end up in the wrong hands.

Ned and his men continued forth, the sun beating down upon them when they came across a group of Dothraki, their hopes rising significantly. Ned stepped forward with a translator, a man they found willing to join for a large sum of money knowing he had the skills they did not.

“Ask them about Khal Drogo.”

The man nodded and stepped towards them. “Are yeri a member ki Khal Drogo's hoard?” (Are you a member of Khal Drogo’s hoard?)

The men looked them over curiously, clearly outsiders. “Khal Drogo is driv.” (Khal Drogo is dead)
The man froze and looked to Ned for a moment before continuing to ask question, “Fini ki mae khaleesi? Is the omega driv akka?” (What of his queen? Is the omega dead as well?)

“Vo, the omega is thir. Jif hash been taken ki us ha kishi needs vosma kisha sindarine mae. Lei the yalli.” (No, the omega is alive. We should have taken him for our needs but we left him. Lost the child.)

“Yalli?”

“Ai.”

Ned was watching with desire to know the truth of his son, what had happened to Jon? The Dothraki waved them off taking gold from them for the time spent speaking but Ned was willing to part with it. “What of Jon?”

“I-I have some good and bad news.”

“What is it?” He snarled, looking him over with concern.

“Jon is alive, but Drogo is dead. Unless there was magic involved, someone would have had to bond Jon to keep him alive sir… Additionally he was with child, but lost it.”

Ned was thankful they were speaking in private, he didn’t know what he would have done if everyone heard Jon had been pregnant. Ned held a hand to his head, he was only thankful that Jon was alive. He would deal with anything else he needed to deal with, he was alive. He honestly was glad he was not pregnant, though he knew his son was likely dealing with a lot knowing that he had lost a child. It was going to be a lot no matter how the child came about.

“Where is he then?”

“They said they left him behind, I would assume your contact is still with him.”

“I hope..” Ned remarked softly, but then a thought hit him. Was it Jora who claimed Jon to keep him alive? He hoped not, he didn’t know how to go about this situation, but he didn’t believe in magic.

Jora helped Jon eat and drink, the dragons sticking close to their mother and they were growing quickly. Jora was only hoping they wouldn’t crave human flesh, Jon was still weak but gaining his health back. He helped Jora place the dragons into their cages and they began to move once more. Jora had Jon sit in front of him so he could hold onto him just in case, they continued to push forward, Jora wanted to return home and he wanted to continue to be at Jon’s side, he was going to be his knight no matter the situation. They would return home eventually, and Jora only hoped that Jon would make it.

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Jora watched the dragons with wonder, they were keeping Jon going and that was helping with morale in general. Jon wasn’t trying to whine or bitch but he hurt, and he was still so distraught. Jora could understand the loss of his pup, but it was the loss of his forced mate that surprised the alpha. Jon Snow had been kidnapped, sold, raped and impregnated yet he still had feelings for Drogo.

Jora blamed the venom bond.

Jon wasn’t sure if all his feelings for Drogo were forced.

They were pushing through the heat, even as the sun was setting the heat was scorching. Jon’s body was still healing from the miscarage and the loss of his bond through magic. “Jora.” Jon began, his body shaking from the exposure to the elements. “We need to take a break.”

“I know, we are coming to a place to stop, worry not, it looks like a cave. Will keep us safe.”

Safety was ever wavering, he wasn’t sure if they currently were safe. Anyone could find them, anyone could have heard of what had happened to him.

“I- I just had a thought.” Jon managed out through panic. “My aunt and uncle are still alive.”

Jora stiffened for a moment, and he only prayed they had yet to hear the news of Jon’s current predicament. “I will lay down my life for you, ‘mega, they will not touch you, nor will I allow any harm to come to you.”

“My uncle.. He wanted t..”

“Drogo made sure he couldn’t.” Jora reminded him, placing his hand on Jon’s shoulder softly, their horses trotting side by side. “The only worry is your aunt, but even with her leaving as she did, I doubt she would fulfill his wish.”

“What if she does….”

“I’ll kill her before she has a chance to hurt you.”

“You could have left me too, you were hired by them… Why have you stayed.”

“My loyalty was never to the Targaryens, it is with you. My purpose was to protect you, keep you safe, keep you alive. I would never break that, you may be half Targaryen, but you were raised a Stark. I- I would never wish to see harm come upon you and I only wish I could have saved you from the life you were given.”

Jon sighed softly under his breath, he was only hopeful Jora would continue to stand by his side even when they reached his home lands. “Would you live in Winterfell?”

“I would live where you were.” Jora replied. “Snow or Sun.”

“Rain too?” Jon asked with a soft smirk.

“If you grew gills and went into the ocean I would find a way to follow you. If you learned to fly, I would join you in the clouds.”

Jon felt his heart beating quickly, Jora would be there and Jora would keep him safe.

“Thank you Jora.”

“You are my Khaleesi, my ward, future lady of whatever house you desire. Queen of the North, or Queen of all you desire.”

“What if I don’t want to be that?” Jon asked, lowering his eyes. “What if I just want to be Jon Snow? Child of Catelyn and Eddard Stark?”

“Then, I will follow you into the unknown. Jon Snow, omega child of the Starks.”

Jon gave him a lopsided smile, and Joras heart was bursting. He wanted to express his feelings for Jon, he wanted the omega to know how he truly felt and why he would follow him to the ends of the earth, yet he knew it could all fall apart. He was nothing, he was a lowly knight who had been banished from the seven kingdoms. He had enslaved people just as Jon had been enslaved and yet the omega trusted him with his life. The two finally stopped to make camp, Jon let his ‘children’ out of their cages to stretch and followed them as they hunted small rodents and bugs.

Jora worked on cooking them up a meal, before he heard the stamping of hooves. “Jon hide.” Jora hissed. Jon was quick to call his children to him, they shrouded him like the night as they pushed themselves into the cave they had come upon. Jora quickly put out the fire holding up his blade. Jon kept the dragons silent, tossing them uncooked meat, whispering a lullaby he remembered Catelyn singing to him as a child.

They quickly were eased into slumber, and Jon kept his own blade close, a gift from his late mate. Something to keep himself alive, he peeked out watching Jora hold up his sword ready for an attack, there were shadows of both men and horses. He narrowed his eyes, the sun wavering and the only light about them was the single torch that Jora had kept going for his own safety.

Then Jon saw the banners, he did not know of any tribe or group of people here that had banner men. Jon kept the blade clutched to him, the images upon the banners invisible to him in this light, had his aunt and uncle built an army since they had parted?

Had they found him?

“Come no closer or I will be forced to end you.” Jora shouted, the mens frames did not cease, the horse hooves continued forward stomping on the dirt.

Jora raised his sword again, until he dropped it effortlessly, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Jon raised a brow, confusion plastered across his face until he saw a familiar face ablaze in the torch light, and tears began to roll.

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Eddard jumped from his horse, he pushed past Jora and raced towards the cave. Jon stumbled forward before falling into his fathers arms. Eddard held him tightly and they both fell to their knees. Jon sobbed against his shoulder, Jora made his way carefully past them to guard the sleeping dragons.

“Oh thank the old gods and the new.” Eddard whispered, kissing his forehead and hair, he held him tightly, his focus not on his clothes but on him. Jon looked past his father for a moment and saw his brothers, Robb and Theon.

They quickly raced to their side, falling into an embrace before Robb pulled away. “Your garment…”

“I am a Khaleesi, a queen. It is customary attire…. I have nothing more…”

“The last set was burnt.” Jora muttered softly, but loud enough for those closest to hear. Jon looked up, and his stomach did a flip. His children.

“I have something to show you… Please do not panic…”

Jora side stepped nervously, his eyes on the banner men and the king. Robert watched him with narrowed eyes. Robert stepped forward to watch what he had hidden away, no one noticed a new mark, just a scar from his past one.

“Who is your mate?” Robert asked, looking towards Jora.

“No one, I was… Severed from Drogo through dark magic, I was pregnant… My child’s soul was taken as a sacrifice….” Robb gasped, he didn’t realize how terrible his situation had been, Theon looked as if he was going to break something that instant. Robert said nothing, thankful he was no longer pregnant.

“Do not panic, for now they are harmless and I am teaching them right from wrong. I am unsure how big they will get..” Jon said as he began to usher his father, brothers, and the king to the cave's mouth. With narrowed eyes and uncertainty they followed him forward. Jora kept his sword close, Jon’s own dagger on his hip once again. “They’re sleeping now, but I will need to wake them for us to leave.”

They were confused, what was he speaking of?

Jora held up the torch light, and the men gasped, stumbling backward in both awe and terror. “They are my children, they see me as their mother. I hatched them, please don’t kill them my lord…”

Robert narrowed his eyes. Eddard looked as if he was going to fall over, Jon’s nature was showing.

His Targaryen nature.

“I’ll do anything for them to stay alive, please I’m begging you.”

“Marry Joffrey.” Robert said effortlessly, and Jon was frozen in place. He had just been severed from his mate bond, lost a child, and now he was going to be forced into another one. He would have to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

“I-.”

“If you wish to keep them alive, you will marry my son.”

Jon gulped, tears welling up in his eyes once more. Robb and Theon were starstruck by the dragons, they weren’t even questioning how he had done it, they didn’t even know who he truly was but all they could think about was the sleeping reptiles.

“Father….”

“Marry Joffrey, it's a simple solution and your secret does not have to get out.”

“People will question how I am controlling them.” Jon groaned. “Regardless, and if I am in the public eye as the future Queen.”

“You must do this Jon,” the two said in unison. “We will help you keep them safe, and your secret will be kept.”

Robb finally snapped from his daze. “What secret?”

“Doesn’t matter, Jon needs to come home and wed Joffrey.” Eddard retorted, Jon lowered his eyes. Jora watched his body sag, from one horrid relationship to the next. He wondered if the little brat would be better or worse than Drogo.

“Father…”

“They came all this way to save you, his people and ours. All of the Seven Kingdoms united to bring you home.”

“Will they approve of this union?” The omega asked, his body shaking, “When they learn what happened to me?”

“They all came to save you, regardless of the fate that befell you. You will become the Queen of the realm.” Robert retorted. “Dragons and all.”

Jon looked to his sleeping children, their little tails flicking, and their wings fluttering. At least they would be kept alive. “If that is the price I must pay for their safety, I thank you my lord, my king, for this offer.”

Jora sighed, but at least they would be returning intact. Eddard picked up Jon, noticing his frailness, Jora picked up the sleeping beasts placing them in their cages. They would rest here tonight, and their journey back home would begin in the morning.

Jon snuggled into Robb and Theon, the alpha brothers protectively wrapping themselves around their newly returned omegan sibling. Jora kept his eyes on him, taking turns with The Dog to watch over him through the night.

The Hound, Sandor, watched him carefully. His sword was at the ready to stop anyone from harming the omega, he had never seen an omega up close, but the alpha felt this was right. He felt Jon needed to be in his care, yet he didn’t know why his heart seemed to skip a beat as he stared on.

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Jora paced as the sun began to rise, some of the men were already up and preparing themselves for travel. They would return to their ships and head back home, Jon’s life would be flipped upside down once again and he would follow him every step of the way.

Sandor and Jora now had a similar position, they were to protect Jon, that was their job now. Jora would be released of his duties if he desired, but Sandor would have this responsibility till death.

Jon woke, still wrapped in Theon’s arms, Robb had gotten up and was packing for the three of them. Jon wiggled out of his ‘brothers’ grasp. He realized he was more like Theon than the others, not really his parents blood but family nonetheless. It was something they had more in common now.

Jon walked to his horse, placing his hand upon its muzzle. He was deep in thought, his brows furrowed and his eyes lowered to the ground. He kicked a few rocks in contemplation.

Jon was uncertain if Joffrey would be great for him, he felt it was a horrible mistake, becoming the Queen had never been his plan. He never even wanted the power that being Khaleesi had given him.

Robb made his way towards him carefully, Jon jumped as he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder. Robb stepped back, his eyes softening. “Oh Jon.”

“Sorry.” He said softly. “I’m okay.”

“You’re jumpy.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Jon managed out.

Robb took a deep breath before stepping back once more. “You have no reason to apologize, little brother.”

Jon looked up at Robb, tears brimming in his eyes. “Robb… I-.”

The omega began to sob, the dragons began to whine and growl from their cages and Jora was instantly on high alert, Sandor followed suit. They made their way towards where Jon was sitting only to find him wrapped in Robb’s arms. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

Jora tried to calm the dragons with some cut up lamb, while Sandor stood, his eyes trained on the Stark boys. “I don’t mean to be.. Be like this.” Jon managed out. “You’re only trying to be kind…”

“You went through a lot, I am sure more than you’re at liberty to discuss or desire to.. I am here. We all came for you, you’re safe.”

Jon let out a soft sigh, but suddenly his head popped up. Robb looked down at him in surprise as he pulled away and turned to Jora. “The-.”

“I’ll speak to your father about it.” Jora promised before heading off to find Eddard. Robb looked his brother over and realized there was more going on then Jon was willing to share at the time, but he could tell he was worried and wasn’t sure what to say or do about it. Sandor offered to sit with him while Robb helped get cleaned up.

Jon ran his hands along his dragon's muzzles. “Darling things.” He whispered. “I won't let anything happen to you.”

Sandor narrowed his eyes, watching the omega closely. “I’m Sandor Clegane by the way.” He finally said after a few minutes of silence. “I’m your new guard, I was Joffery’s but I will now be over your protection.”

Jon turned to look at him, their eyes locked and Jon gave him a soft smile. “Jon Snow Stark, I am thankful for your willingness to protect me.”

“It’s not just my job, I hope you know that.” Sandor replied. “I want to watch over you and protect you. It isn’t just what I am meant to do.”

Jon’s eyes softened as he examined the guard. Everyone always seemed to want to protect him but he often wondered how many people cared about him only because he was a rare omega. “Do you want to touch them?” Jon asked as he continued to feed his dragons.

“Not much of a fan of fire.” Sandor mumbled, Jon noticed a burn across half his face and realized that was likely why.

“They don’t really breathe any, not yet anyway.” Jon said softly trying to ease his fears.. “Only to make their meals less raw. If you’re going to be my guard they should probably be used to you.” Jon said with a smile.

Sandor took a deep breath, but that was likely true. He didn’t want to be eaten by these creatures if he was being honest. He felt death by a dragon was probably one of the worst ways to go, specifically if they could breathe fire.

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The king and his men were ready to leave this land, they were ready to return home. No one was really sure how to explain the dragons coming along with them, but that was for someone else to figure out how to tell the people about them. They were pretty small for now, and they were all hoping they would stay about that size.

Jon ensured his dragons were placed comfortably in their cages, and before the omega could get himself onto the back of his horse Sandor’s hands were on his hips, the large alpha picked him up without effort and placed him on the back of the steed. Jon looked down at The Hound with surprise. “I could have gotten myself up.” the omega grunted.

“I know you could have, but my job is to be there for your every need as well as to protect you.”

Jon smirked at him, the alpha nodded to him before turning to untie his own horse. Jora narrowed his eyes at the other alpha but said nothing, Jon didn’t realize there was jealousy behind the narrowed glare. Sandor didn’t know it either, but he could feel someone glaring at him from afar. Most people glared at him, he was a big man whose job was to protect the worthless prince, he also had an ugly scar across his face.

Being different was a death sentence to many, he was only lucky he had a skill he could share.

Jora turned his eyes towards the king and Jon’s father. They had spoken about the fact that the Targaryen’s had escaped, and that Jon was not fully safe. Robert and Eddard were unsure how to react to such news, what they currently wanted was to get Jon home and have him marry Joffrey.

Jon ran his hand along the horse's mane with a soft smile. He was ready to go home, he could not for the life of him wait to be home. Even if it was for a moment, he wanted to see his mother and his sisters. His younger brothers.

His horse followed the others, he was in the center just as he had been with Drogo and the Dothraki. He continued to run his hand along the horse’s neck and mane, this horse too had been a gift from Drogo. He didn’t know if he would survive Joffrey like he had Drogo, he had heard stories about the prince and if he was being honest he didn’t want to know him. He didn’t wish to marry him, but he would do what he had to for his family and for his children.

Robb and Theon felt there was something more that they didn’t know and wanted answers, but their father and the king seemed to be keeping pretty silent about whatever was going on. Sandor was to the left of Jon, Jora to the right of Jon. They would keep him safe no matter the situation.

Jon could feel the heat beating down on him, but it felt normal now. He didn’t know if he could truly go back to the cold of Winterfell without some detoxing from the sun. He worried that he would never get to see his family again, not really. He wanted to live in Winterfell and not remarry but here he was, he was going to have to marry Joffrey to ensure his family and their station.

His stomach growled after a few hours of horseback riding. He felt slightly faint as the sun beat down on them, his stomach continued to growl and soon he could hear his children whining for food as well. Sandor looked towards him carefully. “Are you okay Jon?”

“I’m hungry.” He grumbled. “So are the dragons.”

Sandor held up a hand. The people behind them stopped quickly, those before them grew still. “I think it's time to take a break, the omega is hungry.”

Everyone stopped, whatever Jon wanted they would do especially right now. They huddled together and circled around the omega, they ensured he had food and gave food to the dragons. Sandor watched him softly as he fed the dangerous beasts as if nothing was weird or out of the ordinary.

“You really are their mother aren’t you?” Robb asked as he watched his younger sibling hand feeding the beasts.

“I hatched them, they see me as their mother.”

“They’re cute honestly, just scaly.”

Drogon opened his mouth at the compliment, his sharp teeth stained in blood from his raw meals. Robb moved his hand quickly, he didn’t want to lose a finger. Jon laughed, everyone was watching him carefully. He finished eating, this food was the normal food from home, he let out a sigh of thanks. He didn’t mind the dothraki meals anymore but this was from the seven kingdoms. He tried not to cry, he didn’t want all of them to see him like this. He looked rough enough, dirty and still recovering from a miscarriage and the loss of his mate. They were ready to move again, soon enough and so that's what they did. They moved fast, Jon had the dragons back in their makeshift cages and Sandor once again placed the omega on his horse.

Jora got on his own horse and waited till movement began once more. Sandor watched the omega lean forward and wrap himself around the horse's neck, he looked tired. “‘Mega, why don't you join me on my horse?”

Jon smiled softly, Sandor moved their horses close together, swiftly in one movement he had Jon sitting in front of him. Jora grabbed the reins of Jon’s horse, Sandor wrapped an arm around the omega’s waist and the omega leaned back into Sandor. The hound’s smile was evident as the little omega fell asleep in his hold. “He trusts you.” Jora whispered. “That’s good.”

“I’ll be his guard, I hope he will trust me.”

“I won’t leave my charge either. I won’t leave you to be his only guard, there are people after him, the people who sold him are still looking for him. I doubt they will stop because of an ocean, they already sent people to take him from across the ocean once, I doubt they will stop just because we have him back.”

“You’re telling me they’re alive?” Sandor snarled. “Bastards.”

“You know who took him?” Jora asked curiously, he didn't know if Sandor actually knew the truth.

“I wasn’t informed of who it was, but whoever did it I will kill them if I get my hands on them.”

“I’ll let the king tell you then, I’m not at liberty to discuss.”

Sandor snarled softly, Jon moved at his growling but stayed unmoving and asleep. Jora was glad to see the omega finally peaceful and asleep but he worried that the peace would be short lived and this coming marriage would put more strain on the omega. Jora knew he didn’t want to be married nor did he want to be a queen.

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The Targaryen’s had learned that Jon Snow was no longer with the Dothraki, the siblings were determined to gain the omega back. The plan was still to impregnate him and to take over the seven kingdoms. Danny would have to do part of the work, while Viserys would do the rest of it.

Jon would become theirs one way or another.

The men of the seven kingdoms and Jon continued forward; they were nearly towards the coast in which their boats were docked. They were determined to make it back home within a timely manner and get away from this scorching land.

Jon was asleep on the chest of Sandor Clegan, Jora was filled with jealousy. The two alphas were trying to establish dominance, and Sandor was currently winning the little squabble. Their horses continued to make their way through the sands. Sandor kept one arm tightly around Jon while their horses continued forward.

“He needs more suitable clothes.” Sandor muttered feeling the thin fabric between his fingers.

“He’s wearing customary clothing for a khaleesi.”

“He is no longer a khaleesi.” Sandor retorted. “He’s to marry Joffrey.”

“Being a Khaleesi is the same as being a Queen, different title, same position.”

Sandor scoffed, the rags the omega was wearing were hardly fit for a Queen. Had he not been wearing something more under them he would be completely exposed. While Sandor couldn’t help but admit he wondered what that looked like he also knew he had a job to do, that he could never be with Jon the way his body desired to be. His job was to protect Jon, he could never put himself in that place.

He wanted Jon to feel safe and secure with him. He could never allow the omega to know how their brief interaction made him feel. It wasn’t proper, and it certainly wasn’t right.

“We need to get him a new outfit, the men keep staring at him, that’s all I meant.”

Jora gulped, that was the meaning of the outfit. People were supposed to stare at Jon’s body wearing those clothes, Drogo wanted to show off what he owned. Jon had put on more clothes under the customary dress but it was very risqué for the future Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Sandor continued to run the fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. Jora eyed him while he did so finding it inappropriate but he didn’t say a word. It wasn’t long before they came to another break. Jora offered his arms to take the omega from Sandor, the alpha lowered him into his arms carefully.

Jora carried Jon towards the fire that was being set, Robb and Theon quickly took over the omegas' care. Sandor and Jora got to work with the dragons and placed them close to the flames. Sandor immediately pulled himself away from the raging fire, he refused to be closer to it than he had to be.

Robb ran his hand up and down his arm. “Jon, wake up for a minute, let’s get some dinner in you.”

Jon groaned awake. He sat up quickly, attentive, before he breathed out a sigh of relief. No one was there to hurt him, he was fed and soon enough he was able to breathe again without concern.

“You’re okay,” Theon promised.

“We need to tell everyone the truth.” Jora whispered to Eddard. “People need to know that Jon is still in danger. At least his guards.”

Eddard and Robert nodded to one another, this was going to be a lot, and they felt the best people to know had to be the men here. They had come to protect Jon not even knowing what had happened to him. Robert stepped forward, the fire burning bright. There was a glow emanating across his features. The king looked down at Jon.

“We have some things to discuss with you all.” Everyone listened closely. “You are the loyalist of our men, the most trusted and we need to ensure you all will serve us forward and continue to protect Jon.”

The men yelled in agreement, Jon inched closer to Robb and Theon, nerves racing through him.

“The people who orchestrated the kidnapping of Jon were.. well we thought they were all dead. Two Targaryen’s survived and kidnapped the omega… they sold him to the Dothraki king in hopes of gaining an army to take over the Seven Kingdom.” There was sudden outrage, Jon felt Robb and Theon grab him tightly. “They planned to kill the Dothraki king after they raised up the army, and impregnate Jon themselves. They escaped after the Dothraki attempted to kill them, Jon’s life and the safety of the Seven Kingdoms is still at risk. So we must do what is best for our people and hold this secret and watch for the white haired traitors. To protect our people, and our omega.”

More yells and screams were heard, swords and banners were lifted up into the sky. A chant began. “For Jon, For the Seven Kingdoms!”

Jon leaned into his brothers, embarrassed and fearful. No one knew his true parents, but even being around the Targaryens made him feel sick. He wondered if anyone would suggest his familiar relationship with the Targaryens. Yet no one seemed to question it for now, they were angry and felt cheated that the omega was stolen by people who should have been dead. The fact that they planned to impregnate the omega and take over the kingdoms was also filling them with anger and hate.

They would never be allowed to have their home, they would never be allowed to have their kingdom, and they would never be allowed to have the omega.

It had been 50 years since the last omega had been born, and 49 since the last omega lived. The last born omega hadn’t lived past infancy, and Jon’s survival was miraculous, they would ensure he was protected.

Jon lowered his eyes as he felt all eyes on him, he fed his dragons without a word. “You’ve stolen their kin.” One man said, eyeing the hatchlings. “You’ve taken them as your own.”

“They are mine.” Jon grunted.

“We will protect you and them,” the men promised. “You’ve taken from them, because they stole you.” Jon only nodded, it was a lie but he would ignore it so he could protect his dragons and try and survive.

“Let’s continue through the night. We need to get home.” Robert grumbled as he ran his arm across his face, cleaning the wine from his lips.

Jon groaned and climbed upon his horse once more, Jora planned to pull him onto his lap when given the chance. Jora felt he deserved to be the one to protect Jon, he had been with him since the start of this hell he had been thrown into and it felt like he needed to be the one to protect him and him alone.

They continued forward, Jon gripped the horse tightly knowing soon enough he would be back in Westeros and he would have to marry Joffrey. His life would once again no longer be his own, but at the very least he would be alive and more protected.

His aunt and uncle would have to go through more to find him, and they would have to travel far to reach him again. He doubted they would send others to do the work for them, if they wanted something done right they likely would be the ones to do it themselves.

He took a deep breath thinking deep about the plan going forward. They would travel home by boat, he hoped they would go to Winterfell first so his siblings and mother knew he was alive, then he would be married to Joffrey and live as a queen. He didn’t want that. He never had wanted that.

By the gods, Joffery would want children. He didn’t want to even try for a pup not in a while, but his time frame was no longer his own when the kingdom was at stake.

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Seeing the ships was eye opening for the Omega, he didn’t realize how many people really had come to save him. There were men who had been left at the ships to protect the boats and the supplies, the others had come to rescue him.

He gulped as they began to make their way up the ramps and into the belly of the ship. His dragons called out, uncertain about their new environment. He hoped they would be okay to survive off fish and other things while they made the journey. He had slept through most of the last one, passed out from the loss of his body part. He laid down on a cushioned board and nearly sobbed.

It had been so long since he laid on something comfortable.

Sandor and Jora heard his crying from outside the door, they had given him some privacy. Something he hadn’t had in so, so long. The two men gave one another a soft knowing look, but let the omega be.

If he wished for them he would call.

Jon ran his fingers over the cushion, pulling a blanket over himself as the dragons moved quickly to wrap themselves around him. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking of his life for the past three months, he had been kidnapped, mutilated, married, raped, impregnated, hatched dragon eggs, seen magic, lost love and a child. Now he was being married off once again, this time to someone with more power. Yet he was almost more worried about Joffrey than about Drogo. While Drogo had been a brute, that was how he was raised. He had heard Joffrey was a terrible human, and that was based on choices he made. Not because he was raised to know that way of life.

He shuddered at the thought, Drogon bellowed and nugged Jon’s face trying to cheer him up. Jon smiled run his finger under his chin. “We will be okay, if anything I’ll have you eat him and pretend it was an accident.” The small dragon almost seemed to laugh, a bit of smoke escaping his nostrils. “It has been so long since I’ve seen my family…. My mother and sisters. My younger brothers… You will like home I think, bit cold but your scales should keep you warm. I can bathe you in fire if needed, I’ll keep all three of you safe. No doubts on that one… I wonder what my mother will say when she sees you three. She may have a heart attack.”

Jon laughed at the thought, and then thought of Sansa and knew for sure she would keel over and die once she saw them. Jon curled up, and quickly fell asleep.

He woke with a start as the ship began to move, memories of his first night on the ship. The attack from his uncle, finding out the truth of his past, his mutilation. He began to hyperventilate, he stood quickly, his dragons waking at the sudden movement. They screeched and watched as he stumbled towards the door. He opened it quickly and his guards turned, looking the omega over with concern.

“Jon?”

“I.. I just need.. Need out of that room.”

“What's wrong?”

He fell into Jora’s arms as the ship hit a wave. He began to sob. “The night I was taken.. Just.. Just couldn’t stop thinking about it.. I had a nightmare.. When he.. He tried to rape me on the ship… touching me and then when he…” Jon gulped and Jora simply nodded understanding his rambling. “You were mutilated ,Jon… I know.. It was a lot.”

“Mutilated?” Sandor asked in disbelief. HIs eyes grew wide in horror.

“Jon was born with both genitalia…” Jora began, he felt Jon wrap himself tighter around his waist. “When he was taken they cut off his cock to make him look more appealing.”

Sandor nearly choked on his tongue. Horror and disgust flashed across his face. That was sick, even for low lives, let alone those raised to see the crown as their future status. He lowered his eyes as he thought it all through. “I- I can not even imagine.”

Jon gulped, he remembered the candle that didn’t burn him yet the fear that had taken over. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, tears still falling. “Joffrey won't want me like this, I’m broken… I-”

Sandor and Jora instantly grew more stoic. “The boy would be stupid not to want you.” Sandor grunted, Jora nodded in agreement. “Jon, you are more than your future husband. Your feelings do matter.”

Jon looked him over in surprise. He was supposed to be Joffery’s guard, yet he was speaking badly of him. “I can assure you, if he doesn’t wish to deal with you in any capacity he would be a fool.”

Jon smiled thankful for their kind words, he took a deep breath. “I would like to go above deck, just for some air.”

“Then we will go above deck,” Sandor replied before he took Jon’s hand in his own. Jora and Jon looked down at it in surprise. “Your wish is our command.”

Jon blushed and pulled his hand away and turned to open his door, his dragons moved swiftly wrapping themselves around him. Jon walked up the stairs, his nightgown began to flow in the sea scented air. Drogon and Rhaegal opened their wings to let the air run under them. Viserion fluttered in the wind trying to stay in one position. Jon laughed a bit, which caught the attention of a few of the crew who were still awake. The lantern lights reflected off the water.

“What are you doing up here princess?” They called, the sea was calm for now but the men worried it could start up at any moment and engulf the boy they spent so much time searching for.

“Needed air.” Jon replied, ignoring the princess comment. Sandor didn’t see a problem with it while Jora knew he despised being called any form of feminine terms despite Khaleesi, though that took a lot of time to accept.

Jon was standing between the two alpha males which masked his scent, but the men could still tell he was above deck. They would keep an eye on him until they reached land, Jon wasn’t ready to see Joffrey. He didn’t wish to marry so soon after coming home but he had to keep his secret safe, and keep his dragons alive.

This was the only way he could see doing so.

Until his stomach began to burn, and he felt heat rising.

He had gone into heat, upon a ship of all men. He let out a soft omega whine and his guards looked down, the scent of his heat strong and overtaking. He took a deep breath and walked back down the stairs. His alpha guards inches behind him, he closed the door quickly and curled in a ball.

This boat ride would be a different kind of hell.

Sandor and Jora stood at attention, the smell of Jon’s heat radiating from the room. This was a new problem, one they would endure. Sandor held his sword in front of himself, hiding his arousal as best he could while Jora did nothing to hide his erection. Both alpha guards desired Jon, and both knew their heads would be on spikes if they were caught fucking the omega bride to the future kind of the Seven Kingdoms but the desire was there and they were trying not to push themselves to the breaking point.

“His scent is strong.” Sandor muttered trying to distract himself with talk.

“And we aren’t the only ones on the ship who wish to do something about it.” Jora snarled. “We need to protect him from the low life crew, and from those with power who wish to do something about it.” Sandor stiffened, he was right, they needed to protect Jon. Even if his scent was intoxicating.

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Jon continued to stay curled up, he couldn’t believe he was in heat so soon after losing his pup. He growled and turned slowly before he sat upright feeling rage within him. He heard his dragons cry out and spotted them flying upward when he realized he had morphed into his wolf. He groaned and tried to breath, his wolf hulked, snapping the bed in half. He snarled as he tried to get himself to morph back. His dragons fluttered about in uncertainty until they recognize their mothers scent. They stopped their screeching and fluttering, and came to rest beside him. Jon was breathing heavily, he finally calmed himself enough to morph back into his human form. He looked down at the bed that he broke and rolled his eyes in frustration. He opened the door again, his scent wafting.

“I… I can’t control my morphing right now. I-I broke the bed.. And I-...”

“Omega…” Sandor grunted softly. “We will find you another bed.”

Jon only nodded, he was uncertain about what to do. He was hungry and tired, he wanted a knot but also wanted nothing to do with an alpha. He looked the two guards over, and felt himself growing needy. He pushed past them both and made his way towards his brothers, they at least wouldn’t touch him if he grew needy. The two raced after him to protect him before Jon turned. “Jora stay with my children.”

Jora only nodded in understanding, and turned tail. Sandor smirked and continued to follow the omega until he reached his brother's room. Robb and Theon let Jon inside quickly, Sandor stood watch. “Jon.. are you okay?”

“I started my heat.. And I- I just need to stay here.. For a while… I dont want someone to touch me and..and I’m just worried…”

“We will keep you safe.” Theon promised. Jon smiled in thanks and curled into them. Robb wasn’t affected by him in the same way, he smelt like family. Theon scented him and could see the appeal but also didn’t see him as much as a mate and more like a sibling. They let Jon sleep, and held him while he cried.

He shook and whined, but he wasn’t morphing and he wasn’t being used by an alpha so he felt pretty okay about it. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m in heat again….”

“I’m sorry.” Theon replied. “I know I don’t know what it feels like but I don’t think its fair that you’re dealing with it. I’m sorry…”

Jon snuggled into them carefully. He didn’t know how to handle what was happening, he just needed snuggles. He didn’t want to deal with this anymore. He worried about being used and impregnated again. Yet he liked the way Sandor smelt, and how he held him when they were on the horse and let him sleep. He didn’t want Joffrey, but he liked the idea of his guard.

He shook his head, he couldn’t want Sandor. He was much older than him, he was his guard. There were rules against it, rules that could get Sandor and himself killed if he followed that line of thinking. “Why is dad making me marry Joffrey?” Jon asked softly.

“It’s what's best.”

“It doesn’t feel like what’s best. I don’t want to be a princess, let alone a queen. I don’t want to rule over the seven kingdoms or carry his pups… I- I don’t want to be a breeding whore… I-.”

“You aren’t a breeding whore and being queen is a good thing. Not a bad thing.”

“I don’t care what you say it is… I don’t want it.”

“I’m sorry you don’t want it but denying him, that isn’t good either.” Jon lowered his eyes, that was true enough. People could lose their lives if they chose to deny a rightful king. Jon curled back up and went to sleep, he knew better than to deny the king and his son. He knew not to deny his father and his wishes either. He wasn’t sure what to do, he had to do what he was asked and told.

He just hated following directions, he didn’t want to be Joffrey’s but he realized he had no choice in the matter. He had a choice of who he had sex with, but he had to be careful and hide himself from doing something terrible.

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Jora and Sandor paced about the ship, Jon had hidden away with his brothers for days. He didn’t come out for anything, his guards fed his dragons and brought him food but otherwise no one but Robb and Theon got to see him.

Jon crept above deck finally free from his heat, it had been nearly a week and they were nearing land. Jon stretched as his dragons perched beside, Jora watched Jon as he paced about. Jora placed a hand on Jon’s shoulder, the omega jumped before calming at his friend's touch. “I will be wed within the month.”
He sounded sad, certainly not how a princess should sound knowing they would become queen. He couldn’t wait to see his mother and sisters again, but he knew they would be going straight to the castle. He was to meet his new husband, but that was the last thing he wanted to do, he didn’t want to meet Joffrey. He didn’t want to marry him.

The men finished packing up and helped him into a carriage, his dragons wrapped themselves around him feeling the energy of fear coming off of their mother. He felt like sobbing, but he needed to put on a brave face, Sandor and Jora rode their horses on either side of him, and Jon tried his best not to become a sniffling pup within. Eddard opted to ride with his son.

It was clear to Jon’s brothers that he was sad, that he didn’t want this. They couldn’t do a thing about it either.

They continued towards the castle, Jon hadn’t ever seen a building so large. How was he supposed to be queen? How was this supposed to be his life?

“You will be queen Jon, everyone will love you.”

“I don’t desire love from all, I- I simply just want to go home… I- I am… I am not fit to be queen, I may have been Khaleesi, but that was a position I was forced into and my position was to please and bare children… This.. This is too much.”

His father looked him over, a look of disgust crossing his face at the thought of his child being forced to take a dothraki Khal. He blinked softly, before reaching for his hand. Drogon hissed and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“Jon..”

“Drogon no, you do not bite people.” He snapped. Drogon cocked his head before nuzzling Jon’s neck softly, Jon smiled faintly. “I do not wish to marry him, but I will do what I must, but understand that I never wanted to have this life…”

“I know.” Eddard whispered. “I am sorry but this is your position as my child.”

Jon lowered his eyes. “Were you ever planning on telling me the truth?”

“We had planned to, yes.”

“When?”

“Your next year.”

“Oh…”

“I am sorry, Jon you have to understand your life was at risk.”

“I know.”

“You are angry?”

“Of course I am, because you didn’t trust me with the biggest and most important secret of my conception, of my life. I could have at least been I do not know, warned… I-.”

“Your mother and I have never seen you as anything but our child Jon,” Eddard said softly, “you may have been my sisters, but you are mine.”

Jon smiled softly, thankful for that at the least.

“Thank you father… I just I worry that I will be caught.. That more will know and that I will be killed or shunned I-...”

“You will be loved by the kingdom, all of them. Men from every house came to save you, some without question or request. Your life matters to the people.”

“Because I have a cunt?”

“Jon!” Eddard snarled. “A lady does not speak like that.”

“But a Dorthraki whore does.” Jon remarked. “You know nothing of what was done to me. I was mutilated, father.. I was cut.. I- I have nothing more than a pussy for mens pleasure now, the only thing that makes me special is I have the ability to carry pups and smell better than the average woman. I was a boy, and now I am a bitch. They care only because of what I can offer the future king, a womb… If I was just your son, do you think anyone would have looked for me?”

Eddard was frozen in his spot across from Jon in the carriage. Jon’s dragons were twitching and blowing soft bits of smoke from their noses.

“Who cut you?” Eddard finally asked after moments of silence.

“My uncle. He said it would be better for Drogo, and himself, if I only had a vagina.”

Eddard’s jaw was tight, his eyes continued to examine Jon carefully. “Jon I-.”

“I know you didn’t know… but it happened, this feels too fast after I was kidnapped, raped, bonded, impregnated and then lost my mate and child… Father I-... I do not feel ready or even prepared to do this. Joffrey may be the kindest man on the planet but I cannot… I cannot fathom allowing another man to use me again… I-”

“I cannot change the arrangement, you have a month to deal with these demons but I cannot stop what is to come.”

Jon bit his lip, the smell of his blood wafting from the carriage. “I understand.”

“Are you okay Jon?” Sandor questioned, the others in the party were growing antsy at his scent.

“Bit my lip, thats all I am fine.”

A collective sigh of relief was soon heard. Jon pouted, he hated being doted upon, he wished to take up arms and fight perhaps join the night watch, he didn't want to be wed.

Eddard examined him carefully. “Tell me everything that happened to you, so I understand, so I know.”

Jon narrowed his eyes at his father. “Wh-.”

“So you are not alone in the knowledge of our pain, your fear, I am your father it is my job to protect you.”

Jon began to sob, Eddard watched him careful not to make any sudden movements and Jon began to blurt out everything that had happened. Every nasty thing that his uncle had tried, how Drogo had come to his rescue and cut off his uncle's cock to protect what was his. The pain of his loss, how he had fallen for Drogo weather that be from true affection for the venom that had coursed through him, how terrified he had been when he realized the flame of a candle did not burn him. He told him of his nightmares and his fears with Joffrey and what he would do to him or that his next child would not be carried to term as it should or that someone would rape him or hurt him now that he was to be queen.

Eddard was silent, his face stoic. “You have been through so much and I didn’t protect you.”

“You came for me.” Jon replied. “You could have left me… forgotten about me and cut your losses. But you came for me…”

Eddard smiled softly. He was glad to have at least done something right even if he felt horrible now. He hadn’t expected Jon to have suffered so much. He only hoped he would find peace in his position as queen.

“It will be okay… Jon it will be. You will still have contact with us, and you have two guards stationed to you and an entire castle full of them to protect you.”

“I-it still feels odd… To be queen… I-.”

“You will be a great queen Jon. I promise.”

Jon simply smiled at his father, he shivered a bit as a cold chill ran over his body. It reminded him of home, that was all he wanted. To go back home.

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Jon looked out the carriage window, as he began to hear cheering and yelling. People were screaming for Jon, excitement that the omega had been returned home.

“D-Dad…”

“It’s okay, all of the seven kingdoms adore you. They wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to you.”

Jon gave him a soft smile, it was a look of uncertainty but he stayed silent. People were cheering for him? For his life?

They continued forward until they made it inside the castle gates, Jon felt his heart beating quickly terror filling his chest.

“It will be okay Jon,” his father promised. Jon only sighed before the carriage door was open. Sandor nodded to him, the king looked Jon over carefully.

“Take Jon to his quarters, I will send some maids in to get him cleaned and dressed. He will be presented at dinner tonight.”

Sandor and Jora nodded, Sandor led the way. Jon’s dragons clung to him tightly, Jon walked the halls with uncertainty. It felt more tretours then the sands he walked at Drogo’s side. Jon lowered his eyes at the thought of his late husband, he didn’t know how to react to anything anymore.

Jon was shown to a large room, his dragons quickly made themselves comfortable nesting in a pile of pillows and sheets in the corner. Sandor and Jora sat outside his door, Jon walked to the large window. He pushed them open, taking in the fresh air. He could see over so much of the kingdom from this spot in the castle. He sighed, he jumped as a knock came to the door. He walked towards the door and allowed his new handmaids in.

“Let’s get you clean, and dressed. You will meet Joffrey at dinner.”

He sighed softly and followed her to the bathroom. He shook a bit as he undressed, embarrassed and also uncertain about what the best thing to do was in this situation. “Wh-what is your name if you are to be my handmaiden?”

“My name is Doreah,” she replied.

Jon smiled at her hesitantly. “Thank you,” he stepped into the tub and she scrubbed him carefully. She spotted the remains of a bond bite, faint now but still evident.

“They said you were sold,” she began, “how are you feeling young princess?”

Jon sighed, and squeezed his eyes closed. “I am fine… Ju-Just fine.”

“You don’t sound fine…”

“I am just fine.. Please don’t ask me again.”

She nodded softly and grew silent. She finished cleaning him up and helped him into a gorgeous and full gown. He looked over it in the mirror, he couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fabric on, he was no longer exposed like he had been as Drogo’s mate. He felt tears pricking up in his eyes.

“What are those?” Doreah asked, pointing towards the pile of scales and fabric on the floor.

“Those are my dragons. Now are we ready for dinner.”

“Dragons?”

“I have three, now please let's go to dinner.”

She stopped arguing with him as she was told and they moved out of the room. Sandor and Jora watched him carefully, they walked behind him. They gave him some space, but didn’t give him enough space to hide their presence. Jon stepped into the dining hall and everyone turned to look at him.

“Jon,” the king smiled, “come join us.”

Jon walked towards him, careful and uncertain. Joffrey was sitting besides his mother. His eyes darting up and down Jon Snow, the omega he desired to have for his own. Jon came forward and curtsied.

“My king, my queen, Prince Joffrey.”

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Jon sat beside Joffrey, Joffrey was instantly struck with a few feelings. Want, desire, and then anger. Someone had taken what was his, someone had used what was his. Joffrey could see a few bruises that littered his omegas arms under the sheer fabric of his sleeves, the scarred outline of a bite.

“You will do nicely,” Joffrey said with a smile, “I cannot wait to marry you.”

Jon did his best to put on a fake smile, anxiety filled his chest and he looked for Jora in the crowd.

“Your father was very kind to save me.” Jon smiled softly, trying to ignore the thought of their wedding night. Of a wedding at all. He sniffed the air, and tears pricked at his eyes.

Food.

Real, good, fresh cooked seven kingdoms food.

Joffrey looked him over before narrowing his eyes. “Are you crying?”

“I haven’t had a real meal in ages….” Jon muttered softly. “I apologize if I am embarrassing you.”

Joffrey grew silent for a moment, his soon to be mate was crying over food? There was a pang of anger towards the omega, how could he be so childish in front of so many? Then the thought struck him, did they starve him? What was he subjected to that he did not know? “What did you eat before?”

Jon lowered his eyes a bit. “The Dothraki ate dried horse and sheep, raw meat if not dried… I was made to consume the heart of a horse before the pack to prove I could be.. good for them.. bring up something in the likeness they desired. It wasn’t always good food, but it was food I had to eat to not wither away… I haven’t just wanted a warm soup or even salad for months… on the ship back we ate fish…. I’ve been craving sweets and rolls and anything that isn’t raw or aquatic for a while now… s-sorry I am rambling… my lord I.”

Joffrey felt his nails digging into his palm, he had been growing more rage hearing his omega speak of the mistreatment he had gone through.

A raw horse heart?

Joffrey stood quickly and called for a maid to bring a pie to their table. Cersei watched curiously.

Usually her son was dark minded, the alpha blood coursing through him made him do and think terrible things. She could see the rage blazing in his eyes yet when he called there was a tone of need in it.

A need to make this omega happy.

That was unexpected even for her. She was interested to see what Joffrey would become with a bride.

She was happy her husband was back now, she could have him killed and then the fear of having Joffrey show his deer form wouldn’t come and he could say he prefers being a lion as it is more powerful. He never had to show the side he cannot become.

Jon watched as a woman brought a pie from the middle of the table towards the prince and his future bride. “My lord I haven’t had dinner yet, it’s unladylike of me to eat the pie first.” Jon mumbled but his mouth watered.

“I am to be king soon, if I say the moon is the sun and the sun is the moon, that is law. Eat ‘mega. Have your pie first, you clearly have a want for it.”

Jon didn’t hesitate, Sandor cut a large piece for the omega and placed it upon his empty plate. The maid took the rest of the pie off and Joffrey watched the omega. He was clearly trying not to make a fool of himself. Careful to use a fork, something he hadn’t used until he had been rescued. He let out soft little groans of satisfaction as he ate the blueberry pie. A tear or two fell, but he was quick to hide it.

“Thank you.” Jon whispered to him, before the rest of the meal was served and Jon ate, Joffrey felt himself grow hard hearing Jon’s little moans and whispers of fulfillment from the meal before him.

If nothing else, Jon could greatly get used to being fed like royalty. Joffrey had at least started off on the right foot.

Joffrey wanted to use Jon, wanted to hear his cries. Wanted to be the cause of them.

Sandor and Jora watched from their positions. Jora at the end of the room beside the doorway watching for anyone that looked as if they didn’t belong, or white hair peeking out from a wig or cloak. Sandor was stationed behind Jon and Joffrey. Keeping an eye on his wards and anyone who may try to endanger them.

Robert stood and lifted a glass and the room fell silent. “Jon Snow has been returned,” a cheer rang out, “and in a month's time under the full moon Jon will be wed to Joffrey, we will bring together two great houses.”

Cersei and her brother exchanged glances from across the room, that was right, two great houses without that of the Baratheon bloodline.

“With this being said. There must be more said, a stain that we as a kingdom must watch for to eradicate. This news is a shock to me just as it will be to you. Jon was kidnapped and sold to the Dothraki by the house of destruction. Two Targaryen survived, and are attempting to take over the seven kingdoms. They were planning to use Jon as a pawn.”

People's voices grew loud, outrage and disgust filled the dining hall. Jon’s face grew a deep red and Joffrey felt rage building in his chest to a degree in which he did not know if he could quell.

“They hurt you?” Joffrey asked, anger laced in his voice.

“In many ways.” Jon replied back uncertain if he wanted to go into it now. “The… the man tried to rape me and the woman offered to do it in his place when m- when Drogo cut his manhood off…”

Joffrey gripped the handle of his sword.

“They tried to rape you?”

“That is just some of what they did…” Jon replied uncertain if he wanted to tell Joffrey more. The young alpha growled low, it honestly spooked Jon.

“We must be ready for a war,” Robert shouted, “to protect our omega and the kingdom as it is known or else it may fall. We cannot let a Targaryen take the throne.”

Jon looked to Robert then to his father, Eddard gave him a look. His identity was not to be known, not now anyway. Cersei was slightly alarmed but Jaime gave her a look of reassurance.

No one knew the plan that was being hatched, no one knew what the Targaryens had planned to take over the kingdoms and take Jon back as theirs.

The Seven Kingdoms would be divided and they planned to make them fall under their boot.

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Jon was ushered back to his room after dinner, he fed his dragons and curled up for bed. His mother, sisters, and younger brothers were supposed to be on their way to be witness to the union of their house and the royal family. The next morning Jon woke early, he fed his dragons breakfast and Jora was tasked to stay with them for the day.

The alpha felt some resentment towards both the dragons and Sandor for his new job. Dragon Sitter.

Jon was permitted to walk the grounds as long as he stayed within the walls of the castle. Sandor walked behind him, a hand always on the sheath of his sword. Jon walked for a while till he came across a small room filled with paintings and statues.

Cersei was on her own walk to clear her head, if a war came she wished her children to be safe.

She saw Jon looking over the lion statue. “I see you admiring my family’s creature.”

Jon jumped, he tried to keep from pricking up at the sudden jolt of her presence. He curtsied. Sandor nodded to her and sat at the opening of the room to give the two a bit of space. “My Queen, I am sorry I didn’t realize you were there.”

She smirked at him. He was a jumpy creature. “May we chat?”

“Anything you wish, my Queen.”

The two sat beside one another, Jon looked her over uncertain how this would go. She sat beside him and then he saw her eyes darken, he stiffened a bit. “You were taken and used. How do you plan to make that up to Joffrey? He is highly disappointed you are no longer a virgin.”

“O-oh..” He twitched under her eyes. “My queen I didn’t ask for any of that to happen to me and I-.”

“I know you didn’t, but that isn’t what I was asking.”

“I- I plan to give him anything he asks for, if not more.. I..”

Cersei smiled a bit. “How many partners have you had?”

“Only one.” Jon remarked. “The Khal I was sold to, Drogo. My kidnapper wanted to use me, tried but Drogo had his.. Cock removed.”

Cersei’s eyes widened a bit. She honestly hadn’t expected him to speak so openly like this. “I see.. Do you feel that was a fair punishment?”

“It should have been more.” Jon remarked. “For kidnapping me, trying to rape me.. Fo-for mutilating me I… I wish it had been death.”

Cersei grinned. “I think I like you Jon Snow, you’ll be a good addition to this family. I am sorry if I came off harsh, but I need to ensure the best mate is picked for my son. Will you stand by my side, by my choices? Will you be a good daug-omega in law for me?”

Jon looked her over, he could tell she was trying to be kind, not using all feminine terms for him. “Yes, my queen.”

“Soon you’ll be queen,” she lifted his chin up, their eyes locked. “You’ll do nicely, as long as you do what is needed of you. Remember, the position of princess or queen is not an easy one, you may have to do things you do not like, you may have to stand by while things happen that you do not enjoy. I have had to do just that, and you may have to do the same.”

Jon nodded to her in understanding, he wasn’t sure if he really was ready for any of this or if he wanted to be a part of any of it but he didn’t have a choice unless he ran away and that likely wouldn’t work with three growing dragons that would come with him. He thought hard about the coming event of his wedding. Many of the houses were on their way to witness the wedding. “Thank you, my queen.”

“Call me mother.” Cersei smiled, she stood up and left the room. Sandor waited till she left and entered the room again.

“She likes you,” he stated flatly, “don’t cross her.”

“Last thing I plan to do,” he replied. “I do not…. I do not feel fully secure here.”

“I will keep you safe.”

Jon simply smiled. “Thank you.”

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Jon felt sicker the closer to their wedding date they got, Joffrey took him out to the gardens often to walk. Jon did not want to be here, he wanted to go home to Winterfell or hell, even back to the dothraki. Sandor always kept close proximity. Jora followed along if Jon had his dragons at his heel, Joffrey found the beasts terrifying but they made his omega happy, and that was something that he seemed to struggle with doing.

Jon was hard to understand, Joffrey had read plenty on what omegas should be and Jon didn’t seem to fulfill a lot of those traits. He was more strong willed then they were said to be. Jon didn’t typically wear shiny or sparkly things either. He was dressed as any lady would be, but it was clear to those watching closely that Jon was highly uncomfortable in the dresses.

Joffrey watched Jon with the dragons and did feel he had at least a motherly instinct of some sort which was good to know, he wanted to pin Jon down and use him, but the dog was always nearby and if not the dog, the other man who followed his mate like a lost puppy. He knew the guards would stop any advances he would pursue until he was truly allowed to be alone with Jon.

Their wedding felt too far away for Joffrey, yet for Jon it felt as if it was chasing him. Too close to feel prepared.

Jon, Joffrey, the dragons and the guards were walking in an awkward little group when Drogon spotted a squirrel and took off after it. “Drogon.. Wait..” Jon yelped, chasing after the little creature. Joffrey narrowed his eyes as his omega raced away from him following the scaly beast. “Drogon…”

Sandor wasn’t far behind him, and Jora held the other two dragonlings back. They called for their sibling and mother.

Jon watched as Drogon fluttered up the tree after the squirrel. “Drogon.” Jon snapped as he reached for the nearest branch.

“Jon stop.” Sandor hissed under his breath. Jon ignored the alpha and pulled himself up grabbing for another branch. “Jon Snow, you will get hurt.” Sandor grunted as he grabbed for the omegas ankles.

“I need to stop him before he lights the damned tree on fire, Sandor.” Jon whined attempting to kick his foot free.

Joffrey caught up to them and spotted “Don’t touch what is mine, Dog.” Sandor removed his hand quickly, fearing Joffrey would have it cut free. Joffrey’s own guard, Meryn, smirked. “Omega get down.” Joffrey ordered.

Jon looked between him and Drogon. Jon sighed and grabbed for the dragon’s tail, Drogon turned towards his mother and cocked his head. Jon grimaced as blood dripped out of his maw. “Oh Drogon….”

“Get down.” Joffrey grunted once more. “Now Omega.”

He was tapping his foot, and it was clear Jon was getting on his nerves. Jon grabbed the young dragon pulling him into his arms and maneuvered down. The squirrel in its jaw was dropped at Joffrey's feet. Showing off its kill.

“Disgusting…” Joffrey snarled. Jon looked him over with uncertainty before Jora let out a soft shout as Rhaegal and Viserion ripped from his hold and the three began to fight over the squirrel's corpse.

“Oh… they are hungry Jora, can you get them something to eat?” Jon asked softly, the alpha nodded and went to do as he was told.

Joffrey strode up to Jon and slapped him hard across the face. Jon yelped and recoiled from the slap, he stepped into Sandor who didn’t budge but wished to stab Joffrey in the face. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”

“I-I’m sorry I di-didn’t want him to set the tree-tree on fire.”

“If they are that dangerous they will be chained up in the depths of this castle.”

“You cannot do that to them.” Jon grunted.

“Then train them better, ‘mega.” The way he said omega was filled with poison. “Now, apologize.”

Sandor lifted a hand to place it on Jon’s shoulder. Jon knew it was a push to do as he was told so he could just get it over with it. Yet all Jon wanted to do was spit in Joffrey’s face. Jon bit his lip as he choked back an insult. “I.. I apologize for not coming down right away… I will ensure they are trained… Wouldn’t want an accident to happen.” Jon remarked. Joffrey didn’t hear the threat, but Sandor certainly did and it took everything The Hound had to not smirk.

“Good. See you can behave.” Joffrey smiled and tipped Jon’s chin up to examine the mark he had left on the omegas face. “It isn’t even that red.”

“Drogon, Viserion, Rhaegal.” Jon began. The three dragons looked to their mother for instruction. “Go back to your room.”

They each fluttered about before shooting off towards the terrace of Jon’s bedroom.

“They do listen?”

“When they’re hungry or I am in danger, they listen less.” Jon remarked softly as he brought his hand to the stinging sensation on his cheek. “They’re getting bigger by the day, which means they hunger for more than fish and squirrels. Bigger game will be their target soon.”

Joffrey still didn’t understand the threats that were being spat at him, Sandor turned his head towards the fountains in an attempt to hide his creeping grin. “They are startling, I thought they would stay as small as they were when you first brought them here.”

“As did I..” Jon retorted, but he could tell that his ‘children’ would soon be far too large for a single man to bring down if needed. “I again apologize for my slight…. I won’t climb trees any longer.”

“Very unladylike, my queen will not be seen like that. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Jon nodded softly. “After all, I wouldn't want to be seen as a man standing beside you.”

Joffrey simply smiled, but it was taking everything for the omega not to punch him in the face. The only thing that was keeping Jon going at this moment was the knowledge his mother, younger brothers, and sisters would be coming for the wedding, as would many of the other houses. More people together meant less attention on only him. The tensions between many houses were high, and Jon was hoping something entertaining would occur to keep everyone's eyes off of him.

Sandor turned back to follow Jon and Joffrey, Meryn didn’t seem to pick up on the threats most people unassuming of omegas and the true threats they could be if needed. Jon kept his eyes on Joffrey, the man had struck him, that was not going to slide.

Drogo had grown softer the longer they had been together, and it was Dothraki code to be dark and dangerous. It was unbecoming of a king to mistreat his lady specifically if they were omega. Jon had vowed never to be a toy again, and he wouldn’t let this prince change that.

He was going to figure out how to get out of this betrothal and if he could do it before Joffrey fucked him that would be even better.

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Jon was being fitted for his wedding dress, if he was being honest he felt more embarrassed to wear this than the more open ones of a Kahleesi, he looked himself over in the mirror. Anger flaring up in his body again and his eyes flashed a color he had never seen before. He narrowed his eyes trying to understand what had happened before Sandor and Jora distracted him. “You look lovely.”

“I hate it.” Jon grunted. “I- I hate dresses. I want to be in pants..”

“Suck it up buttercup.” Sandor remarked with a smile. Jon rolled his eyes in the mirror wishing to see the flash of color again. “You are to be queen.”

“I do not wish to be queen.” Jon sighed once more. “I- I do not understand why I am so desirable…”

“You’re an omega.”

“Yes and?”

“That makes you special.”

“Gods I hate this…. I just want to be left to my own devices. Raise my dragons in the woods or something.. I feel they will get far bigger than I originally suspected.”

“Right now we need to ensure you are safe, the Targaryens are still searching for you. Right now this castle is the safest place for you.”

Jon groaned but nodded in understanding, soon the dress makers returned with more fabric and were looking at the best option for added jewels. Jon sighed and adjusted the dress a bit more to feel more comfortable. He sighed, he knew there were two dresses that he would have to wear. One for the crowning and ceremony and one for the after party. Soon he was allowed back in something far less stuffy, but he still hated it with a passion as dresses were his least favorite item.

Jon leaned back into a chair when there was another knock at the door, Jora answered it once Jon gave a nod to allow it open. Jora opened it and examined them carefully. There was a woman and two girls standing at the door. “Is Jon in there?” The woman asked.

As soon as Jon heard the voice he was up on his feet and pushed past Sandor and Jora.

Catelyn smiled and opened her arms. Jon fell into her, sobbing. Sandora and Jora smiled and stepped out to allow the omega more privacy with his mother and sisters.

The small group stepped in and the door was closed behind them. “I didn’t think you would be here this quickly…”

“It’s okay. I am here. Are you okay?”

“I hate Joffrey but I will do as I must…”

“Jon….” Catelyn kissed his forehead. “I am so sorry.. I wish there could have been a way for you to find a mate the right way… I am so glad you are safe though…”

Jon smiled softly at her. “I am just happy to see you.”

Sansa and Arya wrapped their arms around him tightly, he was honestly just happy to be here with his family. He wanted to go home with them.

“You look healthy,” Cat noted.

“Thankfully.” He replied softly. Arya and Sansa were focused on his face when Sansa let out a screech as something grabbed for her dress.

All of them turned to find Drogon tugging at the rabbit motif on it. “Drogon drop it that's fabric…” Jon muttered.

“I-Is that a dragon?” Sansa cried, stumbling back. Jora and Sandor came tumbling in at the scream to find Sansa looking for the bite marks on her dress and Drogon whipping his tail back and forth.

“Yes, he must be hungry, that means your siblings are too huh.”

“Siblings?” Catelyn asked, startled. The other two dragons appeared from their makeshift nest. Jora nodded and raced off to the kitchen to get some raw meat for them.

“Y-you have dragons?” Sansa managed out.

“I do. This is Drogon, the one who tried to eat your dress, this one is Viserion and this one is Rhaegal. I hatched them. They see me as their mother.” Catelyn knew more about this situation than her children did, but she was at least glad to see the little creatures weren’t trying to bite any of them. “They’re growing a lot, hungry.”

The girls were watching the beasts before Jora returned with food for them. They mostly shredded the raw meat but would attempt to blow a bit of fire to cook it some. Jon didn’t flinch at the fire the same way the others did. Sandor had his back turned trying to ignore the flames.
Jon felt more strength now that his family was here, he wanted to make an escape or figure out a way to get out of here without causing harm to those he loved. That was his current goal, to never see Joffrey again.

The three girls and Jon turned their heads towards the door as Cersei walked in. “It is so good to see you all again. Jon, I heard the dress fitting went well… I am so happy to join our families together.” She sat down ignoring the eating dragons. Sandor and Jora watched her with uncertainty, they did not trust her. I did have a gift for you as an apology for my son’s actions earlier.”

Jon was surprised she would mention that in front of others, or that she even heard of it. She pulled out a medium sized box and handed it to Jon. Jon opened it up, his mother giving him a look of question. What had Joffrey done?

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Thank you, my queen.” He pulled out a statue of a wolf and a dragon made of crystal.

“I thought you would like it, your house animal and a dragon for those creatures you enjoy so much.”

Jon looked to his children who were happily devouring the meat. “It is beautiful… Thank you so much.” Jon smiled, Catelyn wondered if Cersei knew what Jon really was, but to Jon and Catelyn not only was the dragon Jon’s family animal but so was the sparkling dragon.

Cersei smiled and then looked at Sansa and Arya. “We need to get your sisters pretty dresses for your wedding don’t we?”

The little alpha rolled her eyes but Sansa was over the moon. “Thank you, my queen.” Catelyn smiled. “For treating my children so well.”

“Jon is my child now, I must take care of those he cares for.”

Jon smiled, but felt Cersei place a hand on his lower back. He straightened up and she smiled a bit. “I will get the dressmaker to see you shortly, I will see you all at dinner tonight.”

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Jon felt uncomfortable as he found himself seated away from his family, seeing them so far away made him question if this was a safe place to be. All Jon wanted to do was be near his mother and sisters. Arya seemed to feel the same way, she didn’t like how Jon looked sitting beside the royal family. Joffrey looked their way, he smirked a bit knowing that they were kept separate. He had always enjoyed feeling superior no matter who was around him. Jon looked to Joffrey for a moment and then back to his family, Joffrey and Cersei began to talk across Jon. The omega leaned back into his chair to try and leave an opening for them to speak. Most of the leaders of the many houses had appeared now. The Boltons and the Greyjoys were begrudgingly sitting on the same table, the tension was as thick as ice.

Jon could tell his ‘brother’, Theon, was uncomfortable with his family being there. Jon felt a kinship with him more so now, knowing they both had been raised by the Starks as one of their own when they truly were not their full blood, or blood at all. Jon at least had a connection through his apparent mother, but taking in a Targaryen was dangerous even for his father.

House Martel took up an entire table of their own, their bright colors made sense with their abilities as well as their main way of killing. Jon knew not to cross them, or poison would run through his veins bubbling within.

House Tyrell looked beautiful as always, seated in the center. It was clear to Jon that Cersei wanted this to be a spectacle, she wanted everyone to bear witness to her son’s big day. Becoming king of the seven kingdoms and the marriage that was to take place. Jon felt uncertain if having all of these houses together was safe, but they were here non the less.

The only houses that Jon did not see were house Aryn and house Tully, but that did not surprise Jon. They were ‘lower’ ranking, less stake in the kingdom, less care. They enjoyed their home, they enjoyed their station. Others wished to fight for the iron throne that Jon would soon stand beside as the ‘loyal’ wife to the next king.

Jon shuttered at the thought.

Gods he was done with royalty.

Cersei watched as her husband stood and raised a glass. “To all the houses that have made the journey to witness Joffrey taking his footing as future king, once I retire,” the crowd laughed but Jon noticed Cersei’s scowl. “As well as the union between House Stark and House Baratheon.”

Jon heard Cersei whisper under her breath. “House Lannister.”

He cocked his head softly, her blood was secondary to the blood of Joffrey’s father, though as a queen he was sure that she simply just was stating where her house stood in this ‘race’. Jon continued to eat, more focused on filling his belly despite the fact all he wanted to do was take his dragons and run.

Jon lifted his spoon up to eat some soup when his eyes locked on someone across the room. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly dropped his silverware, Sandor noticed the omega’s scent darken for a moment. No one else seemed to, however, Sandor tried to look where Jon was looking. Jora locked eyes with Sandor and he raced down the hall after the staff that Jon had seen.

“Hey, you, stop in the name of the king.”

The girl quickly froze and turned, and the two locked eyes. Jora cocked his head in surprise. “How did you get here?”

“I was sent here,” she simply replied, “they just wanted to check on him. No harm is to come to what belongs to them.” Jora pulled out his sword, and the woman took another two steps back. “I was hired, that is all, I do not wish harm upon him either. Please…”

“How did you get in the building?” Jora asked as he raised his weapon.

“A boat same as you,” she hissed back, “there are many that wish the dragon back upon the throne. Throughout the seven kingdoms and beyond.” She took another two steps back, her heartbeat quickening, she hoped honesty was all that she needed in this moment.

“Where are they hiding?”

“That I cannot tell you,” she lowered her eyes. “Please I was just sent to check on him, I was already beaten for not following after the dothraki left him behind. I was to stand at his side and I did not, I left and I was injured greatly for my mistake. I do not handle fire the way they do.” She lifted the left side of her dress and exposed a large burn across her leg.

Jora watched her, but refused to let her leave.

Jon’s safety was too important to him, he needed answers. He watched Sandor slip out through the other doorway, his eyes locked on the women and then Jora’s sword.

“You cannot leave, you cannot tell them anything about Jon. Tell me where they hide.”

“I can’t please…” She begged. She didn’t budge from her spot, she was frozen in fear. “Please..”

Sandor began to creep forward on the girl, based on how Jora was speaking she was a spy for the monsters that took and injured Jon. Jora kept her busy. “You were Jon’s friend, his handmaid, you helped him learn dothraki. You have to know that they are bad, they sold him to those brutes.”

The girl opened her mouth to speak as Sandor grabbed her waist with one hand and placed his hand over her mouth with the other.

She began to struggle in his hold, but the two knights dragged her to the prison cells below. They would have to question her, but they had to tell the king what had happened. If she got in undetected, others would as well.

Jon felt insecure as he watched Sandor and Jora slip out of the dining room. He felt anything could happen to him at any moment. No one else seemed to notice the two leaving the room, but Jon knew, Jon knew and he didn’t like it.

Jon lowered his eyes as he felt something bubbling within him.

Panic bristled through the omega, and Cersei took notice quickly of his scent change. “Jon are you okay?” She asked softly, placing her hand on the boy’s knee. Jon looked at her and she startled, his eyes slitting for a moment before they went back to normal.

“J-just fine. Just on edge, I am okay.”

Cersei looked him over with uncertainty, but returned to the meal as the omega’s scent returned to normal. There was something more to Jon and she was determined to pull it forward, but now was not the time.

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Jon wasn’t sure how to handle the news from Jora and Sandor, they had found someone who was sent by his aunt and uncle. Cersei and Robert were also highly concerned that a spy had gotten into the castle, no one seemed to even know she was there until she was spotted by Jon of all people.

Robert and Ned were in the dungeon watching the girl for a moment before Robert finally spoke. “Why did you come here girl?”

“They didn’t tell you?”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“They will kill me.”

“Not if I do it first.” Robert snarled. “Where are they located?”

“Across the ocean,” she whined. “Please… th-they will kill me.”

“Why are you here? What is your reason for being here?”

“Th-they wanted to ensure he was okay… to see if he had been mated yet.. They wanted to see what the guards were like.. Clearly better than they expected, I am n-not trained for this.. I just work for them please…”

“Where are they held up?”

“Somewhere you will never find them, with an army that is growing… Please.. I can-can’t tell you more they will have me beheaded or worse…”

“There is nothing they could do to you that we couldn’t…” Ned stated gruffly. “I need to know where they are held up. I need to know why they keep coming after my son.”

“They want Jon for the future of their kingdom, to produce an heir, but Viserys.. He is angry.. He.. he will hurt anyone who gets in his way.. Pl-please it would be in your best interest to release me and send the boy with me.. It may be the only way to save the seven kingdoms. They are angry.”

Robert crossed his arms, his eyes narrowed. Ned looked like he was going to be sick. “They will never make us fall, and Jon is to be the future queen. He will marry my son.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, your son will die a terrible death if you marry what is theirs off to him.”

Ned snarled. “My son is his own person. He does not belong to them.”

“That is not what they believe.” She wavered in her spot. “I wasn’t supposed to be seen, please, they will kill me if they know… Please you can’t let them know I was caught.”

Robert examined her closely, he snapped and Sandor appeared from the shadows holding his sword up. “You have a choice, work for us as our informate. Betray their trust, or you will die by his hands.”

Her eyes widened in horror. “Pl-please…”

“What do you decide?” Robert asked as Sandor stepped forward with a smile on his mangled face.

“I would gladly kill anyone who wishes to harm Jon, or work against him.” Sandor said without hesitation.
The girl shivered in her spot. “I will do as you ask, please.. Please don’t kill me.”

Sandor sighed but backed off, hiding in the darkness once again. Her breathing became more ragged. “Please.. I only know so much.”

“Where are they located?”

“They are being hidden by a group of rich men, they were offered space in their council in exchange for an army and a place to live.”

Robert narrowed his eyes. “How big of an army?”

“One to rival your own.” She replied hesitantly. “Please.. I only know so much, I have only spotted through locked rooms.. Please…”

“She doesn’t seem to know as much as she should.”

“We could send her back to where she came from, what else will she be able to tell them? Jon is here and safe.”

“She isn’t going back, she will die here.”

“No! No please you promised… you promised”

“I never promised, you only made your choice because your life was threatened, you are clearly not true to us. You don’t want to actually help us do you?”

“Please.. I swear to you, I swear to you, I’ll help you. I swear.”

“Where are they located?”

“Their old keeper, he.. He is the one who gave the dragon eggs to your omega.. I- I don’t know his name, I am not privy to that information, I just know they were living with them before… they have traveled far, to grow an army.. Please..”

The men looked between one another. “I suppose you can live, but you will stay in this cage until we decide what to do with you. Jon is safe here, and no one will change that. He is Joffreys, that is final.”

Sandor turned his head away at the comment, Joffrey was an idiot, he didn’t think that was safe at all. He couldn’t say a word however, it wasn’t his position to deny the king, even if he wanted to. He wanted Jon safe, and Joffrey wasn’t safe.

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Jon was pacing back and forth thinking about the wedding that was coming up, Jora and Sandor watched Jon as he paced, his dragons clinging close. They were still growing and Jon knew he was going to need to get them a larger place to live sooner or later.

“Jon, you’ve got to stop pacing.”

“Why?” Jon asked, turning towards him. “I- I can’t… I don’t want to marry him, I want to leave.. I-.”

“Then we leave.” Sandor remarked.

“What?” Jon asked, narrowing his eyes. “We can’t just leave…”

“Why not? Jora and I are sworn to protect you, you alone. If you want to leave, we will leave with you. Won’t we Jora?”

Jora looked to Sandor then back to Jon, his dragon’s wrapping around him. “I will go anywhere you go, Jon Snow, you already know that.” Jora dropped to one knee, bowing his head holding his sword before him.

Sandor did the same, Jon couldn’t help but smile. “I- I don’t know where we would go…”

“We could go anywhere that made you feel safe, anywhere you want Jon.” Sandor promised.

“I- I’m not sure if we should yet, I want to see how this plays out I just.. I don’t want to marry him.. I don’t want to have to submit to him…”

“You’re strong Jon, you could rule this place without him. I do know where we could go, it would be dangerous but your dragons could help keep you safe.”

“Where?”

“Beyond the wall Jon, beyond what we know.”

“I- do you know if that is a good idea…”

“We will stand beside you no matter what you do Jon, no matter what you need. If you need us to kill a ma-.”

“Don’t say it, don’t…” Jon whispered. “I can’t keep thinking about doing it.”

“You’ve thought about doing it?”

“Yes…. I just need to stop thinking about it… I-.”

Jon moved forward quickly and held onto Sandor tightly, Jora’s fangs became exposed. Why had Jon hugged Sandor not himself? Jora stepped forward and offered his arms. Jon looked at him and nodded, Jora stepped forward and hugged them both, Sandor stiffened trying his best to just let the two men hold him. He held Jon securly, careful not to move until Jon let go.

“I promise Jon, I won’t leave you.” Sandor looked to Jora. “We won’t leave you.”

Jora nodded with a smile, thanking him for including him in the conversation. “I- I’m glad you’re both here with me…” Jon whispered softly. “Thank you both….”

Jora leaned forward and pressed his lips to his hair, Sandor did the same. Both men held him tight to themselves. Then they heard a knock at the door. Jon panicked and backed up quickly, the two knights moved to their position at the door. Jon took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. The dragons moved to wrap around him carefully.

“Who is it?” Sandor asked, holding the hilt of his sword tight.

“I want to see my mate, future mate.” Joffrey’s voice retorted.

“Come in.” Jon said, moving himself to sit on the edge of his bed. Joffrey walked towards him with a big smile on his face.

“I wanted to show you something, I got you a gift, a gift for the…” He looked at the dragons. “For the… The uhm.”

“My children?”

Joffrey looked back at him, then to the dragons. “Children?”

“I hatched them..”

He narrowed his eyes, then nodded. “Fine, yes for the children…”

Jon smiled at the response. “Alright, lets go see.”

Joffrey nodded and led the way, the group of them followed behind Joffrey. They walked until they came to a large granite and marble building. “What is this?”

“This is where they used to house the dragons, now it is a bit torn apart, destroyed, but I was thinking we could have our builders put it back together; however, if you go down the stairs there, it does have space for them until it's built.”

Jon followed him down the stairs, Jora, Sandor and Trant held up torches to light the way. Jon examined the walls, his dragons fluttering close behind. “Would they have free rein, could go back and forth between here and the castle?”

Joffrey turned to look at him before they kept descending. “If that would make you happy, but if they go after livestock and our people they would be locked up.”

Jon lowered his eyes. “They wouldn’t do that, they’re learning but they wouldn’t.”

Joffrey only nodded and continued to follow him, they got to the lower level. The dragon’s let out some fire in excitement, they had plenty of room to fly about, till they got bigger of course. For now Jon felt this could work out for them. “Thank you Joffrey,” Jon smiled, “Really.”

Sandor and Jora tried to growl at Joffrey, he was doing something but they couldn’t tell exactly what. “For now they’ll be safe, once they get bigger they’ll have the upper part of the building because it should be finished if they work fast enough.”

Jon smiled and clapped, his dragons spun about him, spitting out fire. Sandor and Joffrey grimaced at the fire. The building was growing hot but Jon didn’t have any reaction to the heat. Jon’s excitement was growing, it was too dark for the other men to see but his eyes flashed reptilian for a moment, white scales littered his upper arms. Jon didn’t even see it himself, he was too focused on his dragons.

Joffrey cleared his throat and Jon turned towards him. “Thank you again, for giving them a place once they get bigger, I know they scare some of our people but I promise they’ll be good.”

Joffrey only nodded and grabbed for his hand. Jon locked eyes with Joffrey who gave him a sickening smile. “Only a few more days to go, then you’ll be in my bed and we will rule side by side.”

Jon tried not to make a noise, tried not to fight him in front of Joffrey’s guard. “Come now, we have a dinner to attend, more gifts from neighboring people and all.”

Jon only nodded and followed Joffrey up the stairs, the guards and his dragons close behind him.

He took another few breaths knowing his life was changing, one way or another.

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Jon readjusted his dress, thumbing over the fabric. He truly hated these clothes, but he knew that he was expected to wear such clothes for the masses, and for Joffrey. It was clear to him he was more interested in him being more feminine presenting. Which frustrated him more than anything.

He wanted nothing more than to rip the fabric from his body and run.

He muttered softly as he continued to run his fingers over the fabric, trying to distract himself from everything that was going on. There were so many people here, everyone was laughing and talking and yelling.

All he wanted was to run, he didn’t want this marriage, he didn't want this life. He wanted to explore and be out there doing whatever it was that the world had to offer for him. That was all he wanted.

Gifts were given, people shared their excitement for them.

Jon hated this, he closed his eyes thinking back to his last wedding. The gifts people had brought them, the way he had panicked over the traditions, the first time he held his dragon’s eggs. Even Drogo using him for the first time. Everything was rushing back to him.

He honestly wanted to go back to the Dothraki, back to the warm arms of Drogo.

Jon bit his lip. Drogo was dead, so was his unborn child. He lowered his head, before he felt a hand on his thigh. Jon looked at Joffrey trying not to say anything out loud to share his emotions. “Are you okay?”

Jon only nodded. “Just overwhelmed, everyone is here for us. So many of them came to save me after everything… I’m just.. It’s a lot.” He began to feel tears rolling down his face. He tried to stop himself from sobbing.

Jora and Sandor were stiff watching their omega cry. Sandor watched Joffrey, and clutched the hilt of his sword as he watched Joffrey do something that angered him. “Stop crying,” Joffrey hissed, tightening his grip on Jon’s thigh. Jon’s muscles clenched… “You’re going to be queen, so I need you to stop. Don’t let them see you as weak.”

Jon nodded. “I’m sorry.. You’re right.”

Jora was too far away to hear, but he could see from his spot beside the door he could see Jon trying to force himself to stop crying. He was trying to stop himself, he kept trying to pull away from Joffrey. Jon realized what mattered most to Joffrey was being in charge and being seen as strong. Jon wasn’t helping him with that image at that moment.

Sandor thought back to their conversation earlier, he hoped Jon was willing to run. Joffrey was showing his darker side more openly, it was clear to Sandor he had tried to pretend but that he wasn’t able to keep it up. Jon wiped away the tears and sat back, he was sitting upright and full of panic but he knew he just needed to get through the next few days.

Maybe even do what his guards suggested and run.

“I’m sorry…” He managed out in a low whisper. Joffrey only nodded with a smile, Jon was trying to hide his anger. He was a Kahleesi, but now he was nothing but the future breeding mate to Joffrey.

He didn’t want that.

The packs of many houses were here and he knew very well that any quick move on Joffrey’s life would be stopped, but that his family would likely take the fall for it and he didn’t want that either. That was until the king began to cough and sputter, everyone turned to look at him with wide eyes.

He dropped the cup he had in his hand, it hit the ground with a thud, the metal cup clinking on the tile. Jon stood up quickly as the king hit the table, stumbling into Sandor who placed him behind his back quickly. Cersei was actually surprised, someone had taken him out before she did. “Who did this?” She screamed. “What is happening?”

“No one drink the wine!” Jora yelled as he came running. “Check the horns, check the cups.”

People nodded and did as they were told, the alphas of the other packs rushed to the king's side. “Get Jon to safety, just in case.” Joffrey growled.

Jon let out a surprised yelp as Sandor picked him up. “We have to get you away from here.”

“I-I’m okay.” He whined, but Sandor didn’t listen. He carried him from the main dining hall towards his room. Jora followed behind them, Jon mattered more to him than anyone else. Jora and Sandor honestly felt like he mattered more to them than anyone else. Jon was placed on his bed. “Jora, Sandor…”

“You’re okay, you just need to stay here for now.”

“O-okay…” Jon lowered his head and waited until the door closed behind him. As soon as his guards were out of the room, Jon was up on his feet and grabbed his sword. He wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing. There were people in danger, and possibly himself. The king was dead, or close to it.

“Fuck… I’m not going to just sit around here.” He grunted as he held his sword and stood upright. Jon stayed in his room but held his sword tightly, he wasn’t going to let anyone get past him. He didn’t want to be seen as a weakling, he wasn’t going to just let everyone else get hurt to protect himself.

He was just as strong as his alpha guards, he just needed to fight and prove himself. He paced back and forth, waiting for someone to come for him. If this was the Targaryens, he knew they would be gunning for him. They wouldn’t wait to fight the others, they would come for him and him only. He was pretty sure the others knew the same. He didn’t think his guards would go back to the others, they would stay close.

He wanted to fight to keep himself safe. He didn’t want to live as the future queen, but he also understood that if he disappeared again the entire country would come after him again and he didn’t want his guards to be killed if they were found with him. He needed to stay, and he knew that.

He just hoped his guards understood that, he knew they would want to take him to safety. He knew that they needed to stay, for now.

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Jon paced, he could hear yelling outside his door but it sounded more of distress than fighting. The doorknob began to jiggle, he brought his sword up ready to slice at anyone who walked in. The door opened, Jon didn’t hesitate to swing, but as he did he let out a yelp.

He dropped the sword and rushed forward, his sword hit the floor with a clang. “Mother…”

“Oh, Jon…”

“What is happening?”

“It seems that the king has been murdered. His wine was likely poisoned, they sent us all away. I came to find you first before going to our room, we do not know if this is an attack from outside or if this is purely an inside attack. Having all the houses together however.. We do not know…”

Jon only nodded, he held onto her not wishing to let go. This meant Joffrey was king now, once they married he would be queen. He didn’t want this.

“I must get back to my room, be safe.”

Jon nodded softly, he only hoped he would be able to get out of here at some point. Would it be so wrong to kill Joffrey too, whoever killed the king would likely take the fall for it. He squeezed his mother once more before she took off. It wasn’t long before his guards were back. “Do they know what is happening?”

“No, but we are to stay and keep you safe just in case. We do not know who has caused the king's death and until we do we are under strict order to be at your side.”

Jon sighed, his dragons were sound asleep in a scaly pile. They seemed uncaring towards the situation. He was only glad he had them come back to his room and not stay in the building Joffrey had shown him meant to house them.

“I do not wish to stay locked up in here….” He laid back on the bed, his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. “Who would be so idiotic as to do it with everyone here?”

“That was likely their goal, to confuse and distract.”

Jon huffed, but that was probably correct. He sat upright and looked between his guards. “Do you think they were going after just the king, or Joffrey too?”

“Possible, if they went after the king they likely were hoping to take out the whole line. We worry that includes you, so you are not leaving this room do you understand me?”

“Y-yes I understand…” He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t really excited about any of this, to be honest he would prefer if they could just leave this damned place. Maybe this was a sign from the gods that he should leave.

He wanted to leave, he didn’t want Joffrey to be his mate, but here he was.

He looked over his guards, his desire for Sandor and even Jora had been growing more lately. He honestly didn’t hate the idea of being theirs, it was growing on him more and more every time he thought about it and every time he felt weirded out by Joffrey.

The alpha wasn’t his favorite, but his guards were.

Jora had been there every step of the way, he had been there to protect him no matter what was going on. Sandor had come to save him and changed the way he lived his life for him.

They both were a clear option, but he didn’t want to just pick one of them. He honestly did feel that he wanted both. He wondered if that was okay to feel. Was it normal to want not one but two alphas? He honestly didn’t know what normalcy was anymore. His life had been turning upside down since the day he was kidnapped.

There was just so much to process.

Sandor looked Jon over and saw the look in his eye. “What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking, I don’t want to be his… I- I thought about how maybe this would be a good opportunity to kill him if.. I just shouldn’t… I-.”

He stood up and stalked forward, wrapping his arms around Jora before pulling Sandor into the mix. “I think I do want to leave with the two of you… If possible…”

They looked down at him, surprised by his agreement to their plan. “So you do want to leave?”

“Yes… I mean I could marry Joffrey, and then we kill him and then I would be queen but I think someone would question that and if I am being honest I do not want to be queen. I would rather run… I just do not want to put the two of you in harm's way because you were doing something to help me… I- I would hate for that to happen…”

The two alphas locked eyes before looking down at Jon. “You know very well we will do anything for you. We are good fighters, and you matter to us. We want to keep you safe.”

Jon nodded softly, snuggling into the two alphas before they heard people outside the door once more. Jora sighed and released the omega and Sandor did the same. They prepared themselves for an attack or to open the door for Joffrey or the Queen.

The knock on the door was quick and desperate. “Who is it?”

“Let me in you buffoons.” It was the queen's voice, and she was clearly in panic.

They opened the door quickly and Cersei ran in, wrapping her arms around Jon. Jon was stiff, surprised by the sudden hug from the queen. “Thank god you’re okay, come follow me. I want Jon with the children, he shouldn’t be alone at this time.”

The guards nodded and began to walk with the two of them ready for anything, prepared for the worst. They walked through the doors and they found not only Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella sitting together but his siblings as well.

“Thank god,” Rob stood quickly and wrapped his arms around his brother. “They said you were in your own room, but I would rather you be in here..”

Jon’s dragons went to snuggle beside the fire, Jon stayed beside his siblings while they waited for answers. It was clear the king had been the main target, but Cersei was convinced someone was coming for her family and that included Jon.

Jon’s siblings had been rounded up when the guards were told to grab the children. Cersei had meant her own, but they misunderstood and she couldn't be fully angry about it either. This way she could keep an eye on them, just in case.

Joffrey pointed to the floor in front of him once they made eye contact, Jon huffed but sat in front of Joffrey beside Myrcella on the floor. “Do we know what is happening mother?” Tommen asked softly. “Is f-father gone?”

“He is my dear,” she whispered as she knelt in front of him. Myrcella began to cry harder. “That means Joffrey is king now, we will have to push the wedding up. Thankfully everyone is here now but I feel that this is both a wake and a wedding.”

Jon’s head turned quickly, they would have to push the wedding up?!

Jora and Sandor stayed silent, but they could see the way he stiffened. Joffrey’s hand moved forward, wrapping itself in his hair. Jon tried not to yelp in surprise as the alpha began to run his fingers through it. He did not want this, he wanted his guards. He was breathing in and out trying to calm himself.

Joffrey seemed to sit a bit straighter, being king had always been the goal and now he would be king rather than waiting for his father to pass it on to him. He was smiling despite the obvious sadness and fear everyone else was feeling.

Rob and Sansa could tell their brother was tense, they didn’t like the way his eyes darted from the queen to his guards. He looked like a caged animal searching for a way out of the cage it had been placed in.

Hours had passed before someone had been brought to the queen for the crime, it was a pageboy, one that was often seen coming in and out of the king's room. “Did you do this yourself, or were you paid to do this?” She questioned.

“Mother, I am king now. I should deal with this.” Joffrey stated, moving forward quickly, Jon’s dark curls were stuck in his fingers when he got up. Jon choked back a yelp as he pulled his hand free, but the others could see the pained look in his eyes. The pageboy yelled as he was slapped across the face. “Tell me, worm, did you do this by yourself or did someone put you up to it?”

Jon’s eyes were wide, Joffrey could really change who he was depending on what he was doing.
“I-I..” He looked down at his hands. “M-my self…”

That was an obvious lie, the beta was shaking and his scent soured as he spoke. “Who put you up to this?”

“N-No one!”

The queen examined him with keen eyes, the pageboy’s eyes kept darting to her brother who was standing in the back of the room with his sword in front of him. Her eyes widened and she began to make her way towards him. “Jamie…” She fell into her brother who held her close to him. “You’re always here for me.”

He held her tightly, his eyes locked on the shaking beta being yelled at by Joffrey. “Who hired you? Why would you do this on your own?”

“Th-The king mistreated me.. And I saw how he treated others and I felt he needed to be knocked down a peg.” The boy sobbed.

The more yelling and abuse that Joffrey spewed at the boy the sicker Jon looked. Rob had moved to hold his brother, he could feel him shaking. “So you did this fully alone?” Joffrey asked, raising a brow.

“I swear it…. I didn't think it would kill him.. I thought it would make him sick… It was the juice of a berry, that's all. I mixed it in his special wine… I thought he would be sick and not die.” Joffrey growled, and the boy cowered. “I swear!”

“Take him to the cell, he will lose his head on our wedding day.”

Jon’s eyes were wide, his wedding would be an execution for a possibly innocent beta? Joffrey grinned as he returned to Jon’s side.

Jon shuttered as Joffrey pulled him into his lap, ripping him from Rob. The guards took the shaking beta away, and Cersei smiled realizing that she had never had a reason to fear. It had been her brother who pushed this forward, and she was now free of her husband and their son was now on the throne.

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Everyone was gathered together again, Joffrey explained to everyone they were safe and that the killer had been found. He claimed to be working alone, but the plan was to keep an eye on him and continue to question him until the wedding.

Jon sighed, he should have ran or taken the chance to kill Joffrey when he had it, now he was stuck being his.

He didn’t want to be his.

He couldn’t just accept that.

He sat uncomfortably in the chair beside the iron throne, his guards watched him shift and fidget.

“So we are all safe?” Someone questioned.

“As far as I can tell, we are just fine. Jon and I will be married shortly, and we will continue to stand strong as one. I am king now, which means you will be fine.” A few of the court stiffened, but said nothing, Joffrey did not make anyone feel safe. Jon watched the court carefully, his family was watching him with concern and love. Jon smiled back at them, but his concern was growing. His stomach turned as he thought about what was to come, he looked to Joffrey who was smiling and clearly seemed very prideful. “My fathers funeral will be held tomorrow and then we will have our wedding soon after.”

Jon lowered his eyes, at least he was thinking about the late king.

He bit his lip as he thought about how to manage through the next few days, he wanted to speak to the boy who killed the king. The way he was acting was not normal for an assassin. He had almost seemed like he had been forced into it.

Jon felt Joffrey’s hand on his thigh, he tried not to pull away but everything in him said he needed to run said he was in for it if he stayed. He narrowed his eyes as he thought about his options. He looked to his future husband and then to his guards.

He knew he felt something in him when he looked at them, even Jora, but with Joffrey all he felt was panic and fear.

The throne room continued to bustle as people gave them their congrats and praises. “We cannot wait to see you turn into a Stag on your wedding day. After all, being the king means you must show us what you can do.”

Joffrey simply smiled, Cersei was silently cursing she had forgotten that on their wedding day people would morph or show off their abilities for even a moment to show their true bloodlines. She knew him morphing to a lion wouldn’t make anyone question things but if he couldn’t morph into a stag there would be talk.

Jon wanted him to turn into a stag so as a wolf he could crush his trachea and rip out his entrails. He narrowed his eyes at the thought before he felt Joffrey squeeze his thigh again. It was almost as if he knew his thoughts. “We will be turning in, Jon needs another dress fitting and I need to have my suit tailored.”

Jon was whisked away to a fitting room, he needed to get down to the jail cells.

After ribbons were pulled tight and he was nearly sure his ribs would snap he was finally allowed back into his proper clothing and allowed to head to his room. “I want to go to the cells.”

Sandor’s brow raised in question. “Why?”

“I think there is something more going on with the boy who killed the king. I don’t think he orchestrated the scheme.”

“Are you suggesting he didn’t work alone?”

“He looked terrified, someone who can kill a king shouldn’t look scared…. I want to speak to him.”

“I can get you a few minutes,” Sandor whispered, “but not much longer.”

Jora followed Jon down to the prison cells, his dress flowed as he walked. Prisoners hooted and hollered as the omega rushed past their cell until they came upon the cell of the boy who had poisoned the king.

“My… my lady.”

He dropped to his knee in a bow quickly, his body shaking.

Jon did his best not to snarl at the comment, he was surprised he even gave him the courtesy of a title. “Who put you up to it?” Jon questioned. “I don’t believe you planned the murder.” The boy looked between him and Jora. “I need you to tell me.”

“Was Ser Jamie…”

“Lannister?”

“Yes… He… He told me nothing would happen to me if I did it…. I shouldn’t have trusted him… Please you’ll be queen soon can’t you save me from this fate?”

“Can we break him free?” Jon asked. “Or something?”

Jora bit his lip, they were alone but he didn’t want to get them in trouble either. “Jon… I don’t think we should..”

Jon looked to the boy, tears rolling down his face. “Please.. We cannot just leave him here.. Can we?”

“He did kill the king, even if he wasn’t the one who made the plan he did kill him.”

Jon lowered his head, he went to turn to leave when the boy grabbed his wrist. Jon let out a surprised yelp as he was nearly slammed into the bars.

“Jon!” Jora stabbed his sword into the cell. “Unhand him.”

The boy moved back, releasing him. “I’m sorry… I ju-just want to live.”

Jon pressed his forehead against Jora’s shoulder. “It’s okay Jon, calm down. It’s alright…”

“I just wanted to help..”

“I know, it’s fine.” Jora took Jon’s hand and pulled him away from the cells. They reached the top of the stairs and Jora released his hand. “Come on now, you know the truth and we need to get you back to your room…”

Jon lowered his head but walked quickly towards his room, Jora sighed he knew very well Jon was upset but the most he could do for now was get him to bed. Jon walked into his room and plopped on the bed. He wasn’t ready to marry that brat, but what else was he supposed to do?

Jora and Sandor locked eyes, they wanted to free Jon from his fate.

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Jora and Sandor were whispering low, they were trying to decide if it was better to just leave with the boy or to stay and allow him to be wed to Joffrey. They knew that taking Jon now would only begin a man hunt but they didn’t want Jon to continue to suffer.

Jon was being fitted for his dress, the wedding was today. There was no waiting, there were no more chances, they either left with Jon now, or they had to watch as he became the bride of Joffrey.

He would become queen.

Jon groaned as his dress was tightened, he could hardly breath. His dragons were big enough now they could hardly be inside the castle. The dragons home had been nearly completed, but it was enough for them now. Jon felt sick knowing they were not beside him at all times, but he would do his best not to panic.

He refused to leave without them, and his alpha guards knew very well they couldn’t go anywhere without the dragons. Jon would be devastated. They also knew anyone with a brain would kill the dragons without question.

Jora and Sandor wanted to stop this, but they knew they had to wait. They hoped they could actually take Jon away before Joffrey knotted him. The two alphas were stationed on Jon’s side of the wedding altar just prior to Jon walking the aisle. Jon was nervous, and he knew everyone was going to be watching. He oddly felt more exposed in a dresses being wed the king then he did when he was publicly fucked by Drogo before the horde.

That life almost felt years away.

Yet it had been ever so recent.

He was still being threatened to be taken by his aunt and uncle, and now he had to marry Joffrey of all people. Jon took a deep breath as his father startled him. “You ready son?”

“I- Yeah…”

“You don’t look ready…”

“Do you want honesty, or do you want to just keep pushing forward? Aligning the houses through marriage?”

Jon watched his fathers eyes flash, he then lowered his eyes. “You are everything to me, do you know that?”

“Yet you’ll let me marry him…”

“What else am I supposed to do? Deny him? He is the king now Jon. You.. You will rule over the seven kingdoms now.”

“I do not wish to do that. I want to just rest… I’ve been through so much and I still know there are people who want me to abuse me. I will be… I- I do not wish to wed Joffrey. I would rather be sent to the wall than do this.”

“Jon…”

“Just walk me down the aisle. I know there is no way out of this now, we waited too long.”

The two locked eyes before Eddard lowered his head. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. You know very well that your secret has to be kept.”

“My cursed blood.”

“Jon… Please understand I was trying to do what was best for you.”

Jon nodded again. “I understand… My second gender is the true misfortune here. Is it not? If I were an alpha or a beta I would not be in this… I would not be here. I wouldn’t have been stolen across the sea and forced to spread my legs. I wouldn’t be here now, waiting to do the same for a brat.”

Eddard bit his lip, surprised by the harshness in his child's voice. “I am sorry I doomed you to this… I-.”

“We cannot stall any more, I have to walk… “

He understood fully, he offered his arm and Jon reluctantly took it. They slowly walked towards the altar. Jon did his best to breathe, panic was rising in his chest as he continued down the aisle. He looked up and spotted his guards. Jora and Sandor smiled at him softly, their eyes crinkled.

They gave him hope even when he didn’t feel he had any at that moment.

A thought popped into his head. Maybe he was wrong, but he wanted them both, not this horrid ‘king’ before him. His stomach turned as he was dropped at his side of the altar. Ed gave Jon a kiss on the cheek. He squeezed his arm.

Jon looked across and saw the snarky smirk on Joffrey’s face. He wanted to punch him, or kick him where it hurts. He took a few more deep breaths as the ceremony began. This would be his second wedding, but it felt more like a prison sentence.

Joffrey smirked as the crown was placed upon Jon’s head. Jon tried to force a smile as he felt his hands shaking. He would be knotted by Joffrey by the end of the day and his panic was swelling.

Joffrey couldn’t wait to use his new mate, his pants were tight and he wanted to have his fun. Yet he knew he had to go to the wedding feast first.

Jon was officially queen. From Khaleesi to queen his life had continued to take turns he hadn’t expected. He was still mourning the loss of his child, and now he knew Joffrey’s goal was to impregnate him at the earliest convenience.

He looked up and saw his new mother-in-law smile, it was almost twisted. Walking back down the aisle as a Baratheon felt wrong. Or was it Lannister? Either way it didn’t feel right. He wanted to be his own person, not owned by an alpha.

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Jon and Joffrey sat side by side at their royal dinner, Jon was fidgiting with his dress. His leg bounced with anxiety. His world felt like it was becoming smaller and smaller. He knew as soon as the door closed behind him and Joffrey he would be used.

He gave him a side eye, desperate to think about a way out.

He should have just left with his guards. Now he was here.

Trapped.

He wondered how long this would last, if there would be a way for him to avoid his fate. He gave his guards a look and they gave him an attentive look back. Sandor looked ready to jump fr him, to move forward and take him from this place.

Joffrey leaned against him, bringing their lips together. Jon didn't argue, returning the kiss. His guards bristled but made no advance. Food was brought out to them, wine and mead shared among the tables. Jon bit his lip thinking about how this night would end. He nearly dropped his goblet as he felt Joffrey place a hand on his thigh.

He took another sip of his drink when Joffrey took a goblet from a server. Jon cocked his head as he felt a hand brush against his shoulder, he turned to look at the server who had just past when Joffrey dropped the cup. Jon turned to look at him with wide eyes of horror, his face was turning blue. Jon stood, his chair falling back.

"Whats happening?!" Jon hissed, his guards were moving quickly. Joffrey's own guard was watching with stunned wide eyes. Cirsei screamed rushing to her child. Sandor grabbed Jon's waist pulling him against him before placing his sheild up as Jora dropped beside the queen in an attempt to help Joffrey.

Jon was breathing heavily, Sandor's scent attempted to calm him. "Breath 'mega.. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"The server. Where is he?" Jon asked.

"What?"

"The server who gave him the goblet, they touched my shoulder. I- I couldn't see their face, Joffrey dropped his goblet before I got the chance… I- I… Is he dying?"

Sandor squeezed him. "I don't know."

"I- I ugh.. I just… We… I-."

"Breathe, calm down, breathe." Sandor whispered. His breathe was hot against his neck. Suddenly Cersei was screaming.

"Round up all the chefs, all the servers. No one leaves!" Her eyes were practically glowing with rage. "Someone help my son!" She screamed again.

There was nothing they could do, Joffrey was dying and it was going quickly. His face swelling up, his breathing nearly nonexsistent. Jon turned into Sandor, tears streaming down his face. It wasn't that he was truly worried about Joffrey, he was honestly glad he was dead. Instead the worry he had was that someone was there to take him away again. Worried that his aunt and uncle had made their way to the castle and gotten inside.

Joffrey's hand twitched in Cersei's before his head dropped to the side.

Jon was widowed just like that.

Lost two husbands at such a young age.

Jon was breathing heavily, suddenly Cersei was there pulling him into her arms. Her son and daughter joining her. Cersei was sobbing too, holding the three close to her body. Jon was stiff in her hold, uncertain why she would hold him like this. She looked to Sandor and to Jora, then to Joffrey's guard who was still standing stunned. "Take his gaurd to the cells below, he didn't move like the two of you did."

Sandor nodded, moving quickly.

She looked to her brother, rage and dispair in her eyes.

He hadn't stopped it from happening either.

Yet she couldn't send him away, but her dispair was rising in her chest.

Tuffs of fur was jutting from the sleeves of her dress, she was trying her best not to change form. Her children sobbed into her body, Jon shaking in her hold. "Is he…"

She lowered her eyes, pressing her head agianst Jon. "Yes."

"I-"

"You're still mine," Cersei muttered, "you're my daughter now."

Jon was stiff . Daughter?

"I hold no claim to this throne. We didn't even bond we…"

"Shh calm, I know. Tommen," she looked down at her young son, he was only 14. "Tommen you are king."

"What?" The young alpha was shaking, looking up at her. He was king? Jon hoped, prayed even that she wouldn't force him to marry Tommen. He was nearly eighteen now, and Tommen was a child. He had felt weird about marrying Joffrey who was a bit younger then him.

Jon was thankful honestly that he didn't have to have Joffrey enter him, to use him yet he was still in full panic mode. Jora was hovering. "My lady, may I take Jon to his room. He looks pale."

Cersei looked to Jora for a moment, she held Jon out to look over the teen. She tsked and nodded. She could feel him shaking under her hands, she realized he was hardly holding himself up. "Carry him."

Jora didn't wait for Jon to argue, he quickly picked Jon up and began to walk towards the castle. Cersei turned upon the guests who were watching with wide eyes. They were all being questioned, no matter who they were. Eddard was trying to convince her to look for people who are hiding. Those who want to take Jon from them. Yet she believed someone who was here did it.

She didn't care.

She wanted everyone would possilby disliked her son to die. She believed that they didn't believe they should hold the throne. She knew that it would now be a fight to argue for the seven kingdoms. No one would want a child running the kingdom.

She hissed as she looked them over. "Everyone to your rooms, you'll be locked in while we investigate his death." People were ushered and moved quickly, arugments were made but she didn't care to listen. Someone had killed her child and she would find out who. No matter who they were or what they meant to her or the kingdom.

Joffrey was dead.

Someone had poisoned him.

She was going to find out who.

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Sandor and Jora were staying close to Jon, hovering. "I need to leave." Jon finally said. "I.. I can't stay here. It was either my aunt and uncle, or someone else who wants me.. Why else would they kill him?"

Sandor and Jora looked between one another before looking over Jon. "The castle is under lockdown. As soon as we get the option to leave, we will figure out a way."

He lowered his eyes, tears still rolling. "Two husband before I even turned eighteen."

The two alphas looked to one another, Sandor ensured the door was locked before he stepped forward and picked Jon up. The omega squeaked before sobbing into his arms. Jora was close, hovering. Sandor nodded his head and he quickly joined the small cuddle pile.

"I just need you both." Jon decided. "No more husbands.. I just want you both."

"Really?" Sandor whispered softly. Jon nodded into them, his face pressed against Sandor's shoulder. Jora sighed in thanks. He had been waiting for this moment forever. Since the first day he met him. Then Jora decided he was done hiding his feelings, done letting the omega go through this torment without him. He tipped Jon's face up and brought their lips together, Sandor narrowed his eyes but watched waiting. Jon's eyes were wide for a moment, before he allowed the kiss. He pulled back for a moment before turned his head towards Sandor who was watching with want. Jon nodded and Sandor let out a low rumble, kissing him.

Jon returned the kiss.

Maybe all he really did need was his alpha guards.

They could be his, and he could be theirs.

He snuggled into both of them, Jora and Sandor were both rumbling. An ease ran amongst them. Jon's scent lightened, his panic lessoning. Jora and Sandor nodded to one another, making a choice then that they wouldn't let anyone else have or hurt their omega. That Jon was theirs. That they would leave perhaps when the castle was secure and safe. They knew the threat that the girl they had caught had shared. She said if they married they would kill Joffrey in a horrific way.

Jora and Sandor both agreed this was fairly horrific. The way he turned blue, the blood dripping from his eyes. The spectacle of it all. It truly did feel like something the Targaryns would do. So there was a chance they were there, or one of their followers would come out of the shadows and attack.

They would be prepared for any attack, and keep Jon safe.

Jon sat on the edge of his bed, uncomfortable in his dress. He realized there was a splatter of blood from Joffrey on the edges. He let out a strangled groan. The two alphas looked up quickly, concerned for him. "It's nothing, I'm fine.. I just didn't expect the blood. You would think I would be fine, I didn't even want to marry him but I know the threats that were made and it happened. I- I don't know if this was another fluke thing that wasn't done by them.. I- I just feel it in my bones it was them. I fear they are here.. Or someone from their group is here.. I- I.. They'll…"

He looked down at himself, he didn't have to say a word but they knew what he was getting at. "I'll get a maid, have a bath readied for you." Jora commented.

He headed to the door, as he opened it Cersei was about to knock. Her eyes landed upon Jora. "How is Jon."

"Struggling my lady. I was just about to find a maid to start a bath for him. He noticed blood upon his dress and is… Spiraling a bit."

Her jaw was set hard, she pushed past him. Sandor stood at attention and Jon stood walking towards her. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them. "We will find who did this."

"I- I think it was the Targaryens… I- I'm sorry I feel this is my fault.. If they weren't searching for me this wouldn't have happened."

Her eyes sparkled slighlty, tears brimming. "It is not you who poisoned the cup. You are not at fault. If someone did this in an attempt to take you, or take over, they will fail."

Jon lowered his eyes. "Why do you.. Why are you letting me stay, I am of no use to you now."

She sighed softly. "You were married to my son, you are my daughter. No you did not bond, nor consimate the marriage but I will not just drop you flat. If someone is here for you, then letting you leave now will put you in more danger. My son Tommen has his eyes set on another, but you are of age and there are plenty of eligable alphas looking for a mate. Your father and I will speak of this together. Plan for your future, align houses."

Jon felt his stomach drop, these people still wanted to marry him off. He knew the only other houses that had an alpha child were the Bolton's and the idea of that made him sick. Sandor was eyeing them carefully. He knew not to speak ill of the houses with Cersei but he also knew that Jon would be brutalized by the Bolton house.

Jon looked to his alpha, wishing so badly they had left before now. He took a deep breath and smiled. "Whatever you think is best," he smiled softly, "I thank you for your kindness and your grace with me.. I know this must not be easy for you either…"

She sighed softly, tears threatening to escape again. She squeezed his hands and nodded. "I will leave you, to change and be bathed."

Jon smiled softly as his maid walked past them to fill the tub.

She left quickly, but Jon felt like he needed to be careful. He knew that her anger towards whoever harmed her son was raging, she knew very well there was still a chance she could take it out on him due to the fact he was nearly sure he was the reason why Joffrey had died. Whoever did it either wanted to protect him, or hurt him, or both.

His maid hovered, offering to clean him but he declined and sent her on her way. She stayed for a while, before he again asked her to leave. He heard the door close, he waited a minute before he called for Sandor.

The alpha stepped into the room and froze. "Where is Jora?"

"Outside, speaking to another guard."

Jon nodded soflty. "It's okay Sandor," he slowly stood the water cascading off of his frame. Sandor grunted, his body reacting to him in a way that he knew was wrong. Jon was so much younger than him, but it seemed Jon at this point was used to being with older men. Drogo was certainly not his age.

Jora wasn't either, and Jora was head over heels for the omega.

Jon smiled softly. "I feel safe with you, and I promise, I'm okay with this."

Sandor muttered softly. "Jon, if we get caught."

"I- I want to leave with you both, beyond the wall like we talked about before. I should have listened, I shouldn't have stayed. Please." Sandor looked him up and down, before taking a few steps towards him. Jon smiled as he leaned forward. "Sandor, please don't be afraid."

"I want to Jon, but if I do it here and we are caught. I will be killed."

Jon lowered his eyes. "Then we leave."

Sandor looked over him, feeling his own cock twitch. When they both heard the door. Sandor froze before walking towards the door swiftly. He slowly opened the door peeking out.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"It's just Jora… Jon we both want you… we both would die for you."

"Then let's leave." Jon mumbled lowering back into the water. "Tonight."

"The castle is on lockdown."

Jon sighed softly. "I understand."

Jora walked towards the bathroom, seeing Sandor standing at the door. He slipped in and then froze. Jon was fully naked, in the tub. "Jon wants to leave tonight. To have sex with us." Sandor muttered.

Jora blinked.

Both of them?

Now?

"I actually want to have sex right here, now, but Sandor is being levelheaded." Jon grunted. "I want to belong to you both, I don't want to be sold to another house… I can't become someone else's. I want to choose who loves me, who bonds me."

Jora swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry yet salivating all at the same time. His cock hard.

"Sandor is right, we need to keep the three of us alive and safe till we can get you out of here Jon.. soon. We will soon."

Jon sighed. They were both being actually smart. He assumed they would think with their knots and not their heads.

He leaned forward pulling his knees into his chest. "As soon as we are no longer in lock down. We are leaving."

"As you wish," Sandor bowed. "Jon… it is killing us both to deny you."

Jon smirked softly. "I know you do it only to keep me safe, and because you care. You don't wish to possess me as so many do. So I understand… I'm sorry for being pushy. I understand… I do."

The two alphas smiled before quickening their pace to the door.

Jon wanted them and they wanted Jon.