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.