Jora and Sandor paced about the ship, Jon had hidden away with his brothers for days. He didn't come out for anything, his guards fed his dragons and brought him food but otherwise no one but Robb and Theon got to see him.

Jon crept above deck finally free from his heat, it had been nearly a week and they were nearing land. Jon stretched as his dragons perched beside, Jora watched Jon as he paced about. Jora placed a hand on Jon's shoulder, the omega jumped before calming at his friend's touch. "I will be wed within the month."
He sounded sad, certainly not how a princess should sound knowing they would become queen. He couldn't wait to see his mother and sisters again, but he knew they would be going straight to the castle. He was to meet his new husband, but that was the last thing he wanted to do, he didn't want to meet Joffrey. He didn't want to marry him.

The men finished packing up and helped him into a carriage, his dragons wrapped themselves around him feeling the energy of fear coming off of their mother. He felt like sobbing, but he needed to put on a brave face, Sandor and Jora rode their horses on either side of him, and Jon tried his best not to become a sniffling pup within. Eddard opted to ride with his son.

It was clear to Jon's brothers that he was sad, that he didn't want this. They couldn't do a thing about it either.

They continued towards the castle, Jon hadn't ever seen a building so large. How was he supposed to be queen? How was this supposed to be his life?

"You will be queen Jon, everyone will love you."

"I don't desire love from all, I- I simply just want to go home... I- I am... I am not fit to be queen, I may have been Khaleesi, but that was a position I was forced into and my position was to please and bare children... This.. This is too much."

His father looked him over, a look of disgust crossing his face at the thought of his child being forced to take a dothraki Khal. He blinked softly, before reaching for his hand. Drogon hissed and he quickly pulled his hand back.

"Jon.."

"Drogon no, you do not bite people." He snapped. Drogon cocked his head before nuzzling Jon's neck softly, Jon smiled faintly. "I do not wish to marry him, but I will do what I must, but understand that I never wanted to have this life..."

"I know." Eddard whispered. "I am sorry but this is your position as my child."

Jon lowered his eyes. "Were you ever planning on telling me the truth?"

"We had planned to, yes."

"When?"

"Your next year."

"Oh..."

"I am sorry, Jon you have to understand your life was at risk."

"I know."

"You are angry?"

"Of course I am, because you didn't trust me with the biggest and most important secret of my conception, of my life. I could have at least been I do not know, warned... I-."

"Your mother and I have never seen you as anything but our child Jon," Eddard said softly, "you may have been my sisters, but you are mine."

Jon smiled softly, thankful for that at the least.

"Thank you father... I just I worry that I will be caught.. That more will know and that I will be killed or shunned I-..."

"You will be loved by the kingdom, all of them. Men from every house came to save you, some without question or request. Your life matters to the people."

"Because I have a cunt?"

"Jon!" Eddard snarled. "A lady does not speak like that."

"But a Dorthraki whore does." Jon remarked. "You know nothing of what was done to me. I was mutilated, father.. I was cut.. I- I have nothing more than a pussy for mens pleasure now, the only thing that makes me special is I have the ability to carry pups and smell better than the average woman. I was a boy, and now I am a bitch. They care only because of what I can offer the future king, a womb... If I was just your son, do you think anyone would have looked for me?"

Eddard was frozen in his spot across from Jon in the carriage. Jon's dragons were twitching and blowing soft bits of smoke from their noses.

"Who cut you?" Eddard finally asked after moments of silence.

"My uncle. He said it would be better for Drogo, and himself, if I only had a vagina."

Eddard's jaw was tight, his eyes continued to examine Jon carefully. "Jon I-."

"I know you didn't know... but it happened, this feels too fast after I was kidnapped, raped, bonded, impregnated and then lost my mate and child... Father I-... I do not feel ready or even prepared to do this. Joffrey may be the kindest man on the planet but I cannot... I cannot fathom allowing another man to use me again... I-"

"I cannot change the arrangement, you have a month to deal with these demons but I cannot stop what is to come."

Jon bit his lip, the smell of his blood wafting from the carriage. "I understand."

"Are you okay Jon?" Sandor questioned, the others in the party were growing antsy at his scent.

"Bit my lip, thats all I am fine."

A collective sigh of relief was soon heard. Jon pouted, he hated being doted upon, he wished to take up arms and fight perhaps join the night watch, he didn't want to be wed.

Eddard examined him carefully. "Tell me everything that happened to you, so I understand, so I know."

Jon narrowed his eyes at his father. "Wh-."

"So you are not alone in the knowledge of our pain, your fear, I am your father it is my job to protect you."

Jon began to sob, Eddard watched him careful not to make any sudden movements and Jon began to blurt out everything that had happened. Every nasty thing that his uncle had tried, how Drogo had come to his rescue and cut off his uncle's cock to protect what was his. The pain of his loss, how he had fallen for Drogo weather that be from true affection for the venom that had coursed through him, how terrified he had been when he realized the flame of a candle did not burn him. He told him of his nightmares and his fears with Joffrey and what he would do to him or that his next child would not be carried to term as it should or that someone would rape him or hurt him now that he was to be queen.

Eddard was silent, his face stoic. "You have been through so much and I didn't protect you."

"You came for me." Jon replied. "You could have left me... forgotten about me and cut your losses. But you came for me..."

Eddard smiled softly. He was glad to have at least done something right even if he felt horrible now. He hadn't expected Jon to have suffered so much. He only hoped he would find peace in his position as queen.

"It will be okay... Jon it will be. You will still have contact with us, and you have two guards stationed to you and an entire castle full of them to protect you."

"I-it still feels odd... To be queen... I-."

"You will be a great queen Jon. I promise."

Jon simply smiled at his father, he shivered a bit as a cold chill ran over his body. It reminded him of home, that was all he wanted. To go back home.