J•O•N•E•R•Y•S

Part I: The One Where They Learn What Happened In Sunspear

"Gods I'm fucking married and cannot even remember my ceremony! I have been dreaming of my wedding since I was a little girl... I would look like a princess as my father would give me away to the man of my dreams.... Rhaenys would be standing beside me as my Maid of Honor... I came so close to having all of that with Hizdahr and damn it to all seven hells, I still wanted that child's dream to be my reality!" Dany could not stop the tears that began to trickle down her cheeks. "For fucks sake, I don't even have any wedding photos!" She exclaimed, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

Jon's face seemed to soften as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "You will still have it one day," he murmured into her ear as he stroked her hair. "I'm sure we can fix this... I'll fix this." He continued as her trail of salty tears began to dampen his t-shirt.

"How?" Dany asked sharply, pulling out of Jon's arms to look him in the eyes. She regretted the decision immediately, missing the security she felt wrapped in his arms. Wiping the tears from the side of her face she continued, "How? How are we going to fix this, Jon? In the eyes of the gods and men... We. Are. MARRIED!"

"I. Don't. Know, Dany," Jon drawled as he pulled his curls loose from the elastic band that had been holding them back so he could his hand through his hair, the same way he always did when he was upset or frustrated.

"We could always just get divorced," he decided, looking up at her with his crooked half smile he always used when he was nervous or unsure of himself.

"We could," Dany agreed, feeling a tightening in her heart. "But I always said I would never be one of those people that got divorced."

"Dany, we cannot just stay married... It's not like we are really married." He paused when she glared at him. "Well, I guess, we are, but does it really count?"

"Of course it counts! I wish there was a way we could just... Make it go away, as though it never happened!"

"That's it!" Jon exclaimed, as though a lightbulb had suddenly gone off in his head, a true smile spreading across his face.

"What's it? We are legally bloody married! It's not like we can just burn the certificate and act as though it didn't happen."

"True, however, I am sure, that when we explain to a lawyer what happened, they can just... make this marriage go away."

"Go away? Jon, you are not making any sense! Marriages just don't go away!"

"An annulment Dany!" He happily replied. "An annulment will dissolve our marriage and you will not have to list divorced when you apply for a marriage license with your future Prince Charming."

"Gods, Jon! You are a genius!" Dany proclaimed, wrapping her arms around her nephew's neck. "I could kiss you!"

"Well, I don't know if I should allow that... considering you cannot stand the thought of being married to me," Jon teased.

"Jon Targaryen!" Dany gasped, playfully placing her hand over her heart. "You wound me. For that, I am going to request custody of Ghost in the annulment settlement."

"Not a chance, Auntie, Ghost was mine before we married... Although, l might agree to supervised visitation so I can have a night off every now and again. You're just lucky you married me, and not some rando from the streets... At least you know your last name," he jested with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

The churning in her gut had subsided and her heart rate had returned to a normal steady rhythm as the two laughed and Dany was relieved that Jon had thought of a solution to their predicament. She was thankful that she had ended up marrying Jon instead of an unknown bastard from the side of Sunspear Boulevard. This could have been so much worse.