The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

Aegon of House Targaryen

Jon' heart was full of hate as he looked at this man in front of him. He took a step back, his hand resting on LongClaw. Stand up he said as he looked at the other two men on the ground, they stood at once standing next to Harald. Please, my king, mercy said one of the men. I did not strike her, I did not rip her clothes, I only watched, please, have mercy!

Hearing him confess the wrong that was placed upon his wife set wildfire in his gut. He walked up to this man, whose name he did not know and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, choking him as he spoke.

Just the watcher aye? He whispered. Then I will kill you last, you can watch as I kill your friends. He then threw him away and he fell on the ground. Just as he hit the ground, Daenerys and his sisters entered the great hall. Daenerys saw the fire in the movements of her husband. She watched him as he turned to face the man that assaulted her. GET UP! Yelled the king. Ghost growling and barking the entire time.

In amongst his fury Jon glanced over and saw her face, he felt nothing but love from the look in her eyes. He held his hand out to her as a gesture to take his side. Daenerys walked over to her husband, with Arya and Sansa following behind her. She took his side and looked at the men that assaulted her the night before.

Jon looked at her face and saw the wounds she suffered, Daenerys looked him in the eye before he turned his head to face the men in front of them, Arya and Sansa standing next to their queen, Jorah and Daavos standing next to their king.

You stand accused of threatening and abusing our queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, in her own home, Dragonstone. How do you answer these charges?

You could've heard a pin drop, the hall was so silent. Harald looked at the king and his queen, is this a trial? He asked.

No, whispered Jon, you don't deserve a trial. I will not give you that honour. This is me, wanting to hear that you committed these crimes he seethed.

You bent the knee to our queen, but broke your oath throughout this war, do you deny it? Harald looked down. Jon's fury grew.

'You struck the queen, so hard that she fell to the ground' he spat. Do you deny it? Harald shook his head, but did not speak. Jon, loosing his patience walked up to him and grabbed him by his neck. I am not talking to myself. ANSWER these chargers he whispered angrily. Jon threw him away and he too, fell to the ground. He then turned to walk towards his queen.

I confess, said the voice behind him. I bent the knee to your foreign queen, but I did not uphold that honour. Jon turned to Harald, fuming as he continued to listen.

We followed her outside after I overheard that she was looking for Jorah the Andal and no one noticed. She didn't even have a entourage. Jon shot a look of anger to Daavos and Jorah.

I confess that I struck her more than once, I tormented her for killing our families. I punched her so hard that she fell on her knees. I should have taken her then and there, she tasted so good, he said as he licked his lips and looked at Daenerys. I wish I ha- in an instant Jon had tackled him to the ground, punching him over and over again.

Arya's eyes shot to her sister who was having a flashback of the battle of the bastards.

Daenerys stepped forward watching as her husband beat the man that beat her. "Harald second son of Mykah. I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, first of my name. Rightful queen of the andals and the first men, protector of the realm and the seven kingdoms, sentence you to die. Jon looked up at his wife, pulled LongClaw from his belt, held Haralds head by his hair, looking down at him as he smirked back at the king.

Jon plunged his sword through his throat slowly, looking into his eyes as he pulled LongClaw out, ensuring that his face was the last he saw as he died. Jon never liked killing, but this death gave him great joy.