The Targaryen's had learned that Jon Snow was no longer with the Dothraki, the siblings were determined to gain the omega back. The plan was still to impregnate him and to take over the seven kingdoms. Danny would have to do part of the work, while Viserys would do the rest of it.

Jon would become theirs one way or another.

The men of the seven kingdoms and Jon continued forward; they were nearly towards the coast in which their boats were docked. They were determined to make it back home within a timely manner and get away from this scorching land.

Jon was asleep on the chest of Sandor Clegan, Jora was filled with jealousy. The two alphas were trying to establish dominance, and Sandor was currently winning the little squabble. Their horses continued to make their way through the sands. Sandor kept one arm tightly around Jon while their horses continued forward.

"He needs more suitable clothes." Sandor muttered feeling the thin fabric between his fingers.

"He's wearing customary clothing for a khaleesi."

"He is no longer a khaleesi." Sandor retorted. "He's to marry Joffrey."

"Being a Khaleesi is the same as being a Queen, different title, same position."

Sandor scoffed, the rags the omega was wearing were hardly fit for a Queen. Had he not been wearing something more under them he would be completely exposed. While Sandor couldn't help but admit he wondered what that looked like he also knew he had a job to do, that he could never be with Jon the way his body desired to be. His job was to protect Jon, he could never put himself in that place.

He wanted Jon to feel safe and secure with him. He could never allow the omega to know how their brief interaction made him feel. It wasn't proper, and it certainly wasn't right.

"We need to get him a new outfit, the men keep staring at him, that's all I meant."

Jora gulped, that was the meaning of the outfit. People were supposed to stare at Jon's body wearing those clothes, Drogo wanted to show off what he owned. Jon had put on more clothes under the customary dress but it was very risqué for the future Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Sandor continued to run the fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. Jora eyed him while he did so finding it inappropriate but he didn't say a word. It wasn't long before they came to another break. Jora offered his arms to take the omega from Sandor, the alpha lowered him into his arms carefully.

Jora carried Jon towards the fire that was being set, Robb and Theon quickly took over the omegas' care. Sandor and Jora got to work with the dragons and placed them close to the flames. Sandor immediately pulled himself away from the raging fire, he refused to be closer to it than he had to be.

Robb ran his hand up and down his arm. "Jon, wake up for a minute, let's get some dinner in you."

Jon groaned awake. He sat up quickly, attentive, before he breathed out a sigh of relief. No one was there to hurt him, he was fed and soon enough he was able to breathe again without concern.

"You're okay," Theon promised.

"We need to tell everyone the truth." Jora whispered to Eddard. "People need to know that Jon is still in danger. At least his guards."

Eddard and Robert nodded to one another, this was going to be a lot, and they felt the best people to know had to be the men here. They had come to protect Jon not even knowing what had happened to him. Robert stepped forward, the fire burning bright. There was a glow emanating across his features. The king looked down at Jon.

"We have some things to discuss with you all." Everyone listened closely. "You are the loyalist of our men, the most trusted and we need to ensure you all will serve us forward and continue to protect Jon."

The men yelled in agreement, Jon inched closer to Robb and Theon, nerves racing through him.

"The people who orchestrated the kidnapping of Jon were.. well we thought they were all dead. Two Targaryen's survived and kidnapped the omega... they sold him to the Dothraki king in hopes of gaining an army to take over the Seven Kingdom." There was sudden outrage, Jon felt Robb and Theon grab him tightly. "They planned to kill the Dothraki king after they raised up the army, and impregnate Jon themselves. They escaped after the Dothraki attempted to kill them, Jon's life and the safety of the Seven Kingdoms is still at risk. So we must do what is best for our people and hold this secret and watch for the white haired traitors. To protect our people, and our omega."

More yells and screams were heard, swords and banners were lifted up into the sky. A chant began. "For Jon, For the Seven Kingdoms!"

Jon leaned into his brothers, embarrassed and fearful. No one knew his true parents, but even being around the Targaryens made him feel sick. He wondered if anyone would suggest his familiar relationship with the Targaryens. Yet no one seemed to question it for now, they were angry and felt cheated that the omega was stolen by people who should have been dead. The fact that they planned to impregnate the omega and take over the kingdoms was also filling them with anger and hate.

They would never be allowed to have their home, they would never be allowed to have their kingdom, and they would never be allowed to have the omega.

It had been 50 years since the last omega had been born, and 49 since the last omega lived. The last born omega hadn't lived past infancy, and Jon's survival was miraculous, they would ensure he was protected.

Jon lowered his eyes as he felt all eyes on him, he fed his dragons without a word. "You've stolen their kin." One man said, eyeing the hatchlings. "You've taken them as your own."

"They are mine." Jon grunted.

"We will protect you and them," the men promised. "You've taken from them, because they stole you." Jon only nodded, it was a lie but he would ignore it so he could protect his dragons and try and survive.

"Let's continue through the night. We need to get home." Robert grumbled as he ran his arm across his face, cleaning the wine from his lips.

Jon groaned and climbed upon his horse once more, Jora planned to pull him onto his lap when given the chance. Jora felt he deserved to be the one to protect Jon, he had been with him since the start of this hell he had been thrown into and it felt like he needed to be the one to protect him and him alone.

They continued forward, Jon gripped the horse tightly knowing soon enough he would be back in Westeros and he would have to marry Joffrey. His life would once again no longer be his own, but at the very least he would be alive and more protected.

His aunt and uncle would have to go through more to find him, and they would have to travel far to reach him again. He doubted they would send others to do the work for them, if they wanted something done right they likely would be the ones to do it themselves.

He took a deep breath thinking deep about the plan going forward. They would travel home by boat, he hoped they would go to Winterfell first so his siblings and mother knew he was alive, then he would be married to Joffrey and live as a queen. He didn't want that. He never had wanted that.

By the gods, Joffery would want children. He didn't want to even try for a pup not in a while, but his time frame was no longer his own when the kingdom was at stake.