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."