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The warrior knew he would have to leave his previous life behind. The King in the North would be no more. Now he was a Sigma, a Drekistone soldier for a dragon empire. His new life would be here, and he could only hope he could find his sisters to be apart of it with him - And Daenerys. His question and feelings hung in the air, hopeful to catch her gaze and an answer. “You are not just a Stark. I don’t care if you’re a commoner or some highborn lord’s trueborn son, Ghost, I love you.” Her words and the tears in her eyes made him beam with joy, hot tears pricking in his own arctic orbs. “I feel truly alive when I’m with you. With you, I’m not just some orphaned princess hungering for revenge. You make me better, and I would be the happiest creature on earth to be your wife.”
He felt overjoyed, rising to his regular stature. A joyous chuckle leaving his lips before he fell silent at her jolt. “Bear with me for a few seconds - this is incredibly off topic. But, I just remembered that I saw Sansa. She was fleeing Drekistone during our attack. As far as I know, she is alive still. I can only hope that this chases away any worry you may have.” He gave a nod, his gaze briefly looking out to the south west. "I know, I saw her too. I intended to go find her, but you summoned just before I left." He said with a soft sigh. "My hope is to bring her here, if she wishes and if Balerion allows it. I truly miss my sisters, Nymeria is still nowhere to be found but Sansa is certainly here."
“Back to it - yes, Ghost, I will be your wife. I want to grow old and die alongside you. I want to give you little dragons that grow up with the fire of House Targaryen and the strength of House Stark. I don’t ever want to leave you.” Her words brought his gaze back to her, his smile returning. As she spoke, he'd move closer and attempt to use his wing to pull her in to lean on him. He felt a jolt at the mention of little dragons, a surprise shown on his face yet a smile nonetheless. "Little dragons?" He repeated, almost breathless. A small, nervous chuckle leaving his lips. "You wish to have children with me?" He thought it over, his smile growing as he moved to nuzzle into her fur. "I would like that very much, Daenerys." He said softly. "I will never leave you either, and together we will have a family of little Targaryen-Stark dragons." He said proudly before rising to his paws and nodding towards his den he would likely now share with her. "Would you care you join me?" He asked with a giddy smile.
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