'They said ruling would be simple, that all I have to do is listen to Tyrion's counsel and act kingly in front of the people. I never thought I would miss the Watch, not after what they did to me, but being Lord Commander was easy in comparison to being in charge of all these little children pretending to be men...'

"The lord Rocelyn came with his men and took all our harvest, your Grace!" said the peasant, "He killed my animals, my horses, my cows!!" he started sobbing... "What am I to do now?"

"Enough" Jon got up from the uncomfortable throne "Lord Rocelyn shall pay for the damages and for the harvest, I will not rest until his he pays for his crimes, you have my word".

"My Lord!! You can't possibly believe this peasant's word over mine!!" said Rocelyn.

"You're speaking to the king, mind your words." Ser Jaime warned him.

'Jaime sure does enjoy his Kingsguard status.'

"My decision is final, my lord, you will pay 60 Gold Dragons to each family in the village, I will not be so merciful if you break my laws again." Jon stood up from his throne. "Ser Jaime, show Lord Rocelyn to his chambers, make sure he's ready to leave in the morning"

Without another word being said, Jon walks down the steps of the throne.

'Gods, I need to sleep.'

"With pleasure, your Grace" Ser Jaime walked towards the displeased Lord Rocelyn and led him out of the Great Hall.

"Any more visitors?" Jon asked Tyrion.

"None, your Grace. It's almost midnight, you should get some sleep, you'll certainly need it, I hear Drogon ate some sheeps today, which means tomorrow we'll have a lot of angry shepherds on our hands." Tyrion said.

"Make sure we have enough coin to pay for their problems." Jon told him as he made for the door. "And make sure you wake up before noon this time." He added, knowing of Tyrion's drinking habit.

Every day he was met with the same annoyances, from lowly peasants who come with the smallest issues to the highest lords looking for profit. He always knew politics were a dirty game, he learned that the hard way in the Night's Watch, but being in command of murderers, rapists, thieves and the like proved to be less difficult than dealing with the liars, schemers and all the plots of King's Landing. He realized in his first days as King of the Seven Kingdoms that Maester Aemon was indeed right, there's no better place to find a liar than in the capital.

Jon arrived to his chambers and started undressing, as he was taking off his shirt he felt something touch him. It was Daenerys' hand. Despite how many times she has seen his scars, her eyes were always looking at them when Jon took his shirt off. Along with the set he received from his Brothers of the Watch, there were at least seven more he gained from the White Walkers. The one that always had her attention was from a deep wound along his shoulder blade, the wound that Jon almost thought would be his last.

"I told you, it doesn't hurt" he said sweetly.

That was a lie. The wound might've healed, leaving the scar behind, but there were times when Jon could almost feel its bite once more. He asked Sam about it, and he was quick to confirm that there was nothing wrong with his body, Sam speculated that the pain must come from his mind instead. "Sometimes, when you remember it, your body might also remember the pain" he said.

It didn't bother Jon too much, especially when she was next to him.

"I can't imagine how it must've felt" she said. "I saw a White Walker's blade cut straight through an armored knight back at Castle Black..." She started thinking about it again.

I need to do something, it's not healthy for her to keep thinking about the battle.

Jon touched her silver hair and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and finally her lips.

"You don't have to, Jon. I know you're tired"

'I'm never too tired for this'

When Daenerys Targaryen left the Slaver's Bay with a massive army at her back in her quest to take the Iron Throne, the last thing she expected to find was someone like Jon Snow, the so-called "King in the North". The first time she learned about him she imagined someone like Ser Jorah, who was the only Northman she's ever known before. The moment she met the King in the North she realized she was wrong. He wasn't as rough as she expected him to be. In fact, he was a little too fair of face compared to other men she knew, and once they started talking she realized he was truly different. It wasn't long before she noticed they were stealing glances at each other.

"Politics are not something I enjoy, true." Jon said. "But simply looking at you makes me want to pick you up in my arms, and never let you go."

Which he did. With Daenerys in his arms he walked towards the bed as they continued kissing. He laid Dany down on the royal bed, and took off his trousers. Dany blushed. The sight of his manhood had a charming effect on her. She has only know two men before in her life, Khal Drogo and Daario Naharis. She often talked to Missandei about how no other man could compare to Drogo. That was until she spent a night with Jon on their way to Whiteharbor. The King in the North taught her then that size really isn't everything.

"So how do you want me?" Daenerys asked him.