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

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen

Jon is she? No, he whispered. She's sleeping, she's resting. Sam, Sam stopped her bleeding, but, she's lost too much blood Arya, he said as he quickly wiped the tears from his eyes to hold his son, who was reaching out for his father to hold him. Jon placed him on his thighs, we're now waiting to see if she will wake up he said as he looked around the room. Arya felt a wave of relief wash over her. "She will wake" she whispered. "She is a dragon" she said confidently. Jon's eyes didn't move from his wife. Arya looked around at the people standing around them and stood.

"Take some rest, eat some food. We will stay and watch over our queen tonight. Sam, do not go far, I will send for you if anything happens..." Everyone nodded at once and the room was clear in a matter of seconds. Ser Jorah! She called, he came in and closed the door, getting a quick glance at his pale sleeping queen - "have men stationed outside of Sansa' chamber at all times. That door is never to be left unprotected, do you understand?" Yes my lady he whispered then left the room at once. Jon looked at Arya and was grateful. He kissed the top of his sons head, who was just about to hold his mothers hand before he got a fright from this fathers question. "How is my daughter?"

"She is beautiful! "She has a head full of black hair, just like her brothers was when he was born". Jon smiled and looked down at his son, who was leaning on his chest, looking at his sleeping mother, mama he whispered... Jon kissed the side of his face. "Ned" he whispered. "Mama is alright, she is sleeping so that she can be strong again, she will come back to us" he reassured him. Ned looked up at his father, mama he said as he looked at his mother. Yes, that is your mother Jon whispered.

There was a commotion on the other side of their door, that then burst open and in fell Lord Tyrion and Daario Naharis. Arya shot up immediately, as did Jon, placing his son on the bed, next to his wife. Ned lying himself down next to his mothers hand. "What are you doing in here?" Jon asked as he walked in front if Arya, who had her hand on her Needle. Daario began to walk forward to see his queen, Tyrion held on to the sleeve of his shirt. Don't he whispered. Stay here. "Daenerys is my queen" he spat as he looked down to Tyrion. "Daenerys is his wife" he replied as he looked at Jon's face. My apologies your grace, we were told that the queen had, had died. As you can tell, we are finding this really hard to comprehend. I now realise that the information we were given was wrong and I apologise. Ned looked around and began to cry at the uncertainty in his room. "Get out" Jon whispered. My king, Tyrion began. GET OUT, NOW! Jon yelled. My apologies my king, Lord Tyrion repeated as he near man handled Daario out of their chamber.

Jon began to walk back to his queen. Lord Snow! He called. Jon spinning around, infuriated at what he just called him. "If she dies" he yelled, "then thats on you!" "This is on you!" He called, "you should have made her rest!" "You should hav-" his words were cut off by a punch in the gut by Ser Jorah, who came in and dragged this mad man out of the king and queens chamber, Tyrion closing the door behind them. Ned calmed down as his Aunt caressed the side of his face, finally falling asleep next to his mother, Arya placing a blanket over him as he slept next to her queen.

"Do you want me to kill him?" She asked as she walked towards her seething brother. No, he whispered as he looked back at Arya, his gaze then looking at his sleeping son next to his mother. Arya saw the exhaustion on her brothers face. "You should get some sleep Jon, a proper sleep. I will look after the three of you". She could see that he was about to debate the matter and mention his daughter, who he hadn't even met properly yet, let alone held properly... "Don't worry Jon, your baby is fine she is with Sansa". Rest she whispered. Jon lay next to his son, soon they would not be able to do this, Ned is getting too big and they have another baby to make space for. The door creaked open and it was Samwell Tarly.

Arya rolled her eyes at the continuous disruptions that is coming into the room. Jon got out of bed at once. "Sam, what is it?" Sam looked at his best friend, nothing Jon, please rest. "I'm only in here to check on the queen, then I will sit over there" he pointed at the fire, "and read my book while you all rest" he said as he put a hand on his kings shoulder. "Thank you Sam" Jon whispered, taking his place back next to his Eddard Targaryen...