A Better World than the one we Knew

Synopsis: After killing the Night King, Jon finally emerges as a worthy King, and both he and Dany work to build a better world than the shit one they knew. Part 2 of The Prince that was Promised series.

Chapter 1

Winterfell

After the feast

Jon was in his room, leaning up against the wall as the fires cackled in the fireplace, having had enough of the party going on in the main hall. He also had a little too much to drink. And due to his intoxication, his mind began to wander about certain things. Like how ungrateful the goddamn Northerners were being to Dany. And they gave him so much shit for going south and parlaying with her. All the Northern Lords, Sansa included, were fucking hypocrites. If he had listened to them, humanity would have been doomed. The North were only one's situated to stop the Night Kings advance. The North and the Vale combined had 50,000 men, but no Dragonglass. All the dragonglass was on Dragonstone. It was a no brainer for Jon. Even if the alliance talks between him and Daenerys failed, he still could get his dragonglass, and they mined it for six months straight. It worked out even better than he thought, as he convinced Dany to put her war for the throne on hold and come help save humanity. Because Jon refused to listen to his idiot lords and his bitch of cousin, he secured another 70,000 men for the war, as well as 2 dragons and all the Dragonglass he could ever ask for. Stupid cunts didn't even have the decency to thank Dany for sacrificing a large portion of her army and nearly giving her own life to give humanity a fighting chance.

That was something else. Ever since he had created Lightbringer with Melisandre's sacrifice and killed the Night King, something had changed within him. Something was forcing itself back to the front of his mind. Something he had forgotten. When he had died at Castle Black, he had warged into Ghost without meaning to. That event left an imprint on him. A change in his personality. He was more feral, more aggressive, more confident, more mentally sharp…more selfish. But the way he was resurrected…Jon wasn't sure what but it was like it was all wrong. Like it wasn't the way he was supposed to be resurrected. The shift in his personality did immediately take hold, and he felt hollowed out. Anyway that didn't matter now, because Jon noticed his way of thinking and his personality was shifting.

Like how he thought of people. To him, the people he cared about was a pack. Rickon had been part of Jon's pack. Jon did everything he could to save him and when he failed him, he avenged him.

He could considered Tyrion a part of his pack. Tyrion had always been friendly with him, the two of them bonding over their shared ostracization, and even Tyrion's hesitance to destroy his sister, had not changed that. Jon would not trust him with coming up with battle plans in the future after the latest fiasco's but Tyrion was still needed since he was smart when it came to ruling, and had been Hand of the King for a while.

Dany was part of his pack. She was his muse, his love. She was sun. The only thing in his life, besides Lightbringer and Ghost, that was real and not based on a lie of Ned Stark. He'd fight for her, love her, and he'd gladly go to his second death for her.

Tormund and Ghost were pretty obvious. No need to get into that.

Some of the others he wasn't sure about.

Sam…he wanted to still consider Sam part of his pack, but with his new insight and way of thinking, he realized now that Sam hadn't told him the truth of his birth because he genuinely cared about him. It was to undermine Dany, who risked everything to save them. He knew Sam was still his friend, but the way he tried to hurt his beloved didn't sit right with Jon.

Arya was still kinda part of his pack. There was still some of the untameable girl he considered his only true sister left, despite how the life she had lived had changed her and how the Faceless Men tried to hollow her out.

Bran was…Jon wasn't really sure what Bran was at this point. Bran had lost whatever humanity he once had when he got his powers. He felt sad for the boy he used to teach archery to and play with.

Sansa, on the other hand, he didn't really consider to be part of his pack at all. She had been a bitch to him before Robert Baratheon came to Winterfell all those years ago and the only thing that changed was that she was smarter about it. Sansa lied to him and betrayed him when she went behind his back by not telling him about the Knights of the Vale. If she had told him, he could have planned a better strategy, and they would have lost fewer men, not risking themselves in a suicide charge. She didn't save him, at least not in his mind. She used him as bait to draw Ramsay out, so she could get her revenge, never mind all the men that almost died for nothing. She gave up on Rickon, didn't even react or shed a tear when he showed her his body. To Jon, that was unacceptable. There was still a chance they could have saved Rickon. Even if there wasn't, she shouldn't have given up on him.

And then, she has been undermining his authority this whole time. Arguing with him in front of his Lords is absolutely unacceptable and made him look weak. She talked about how he need to be smarter than Robb, but the thing is, he already was. Robb trusted the wrong people and only saw what he wanted to see, he broke oaths that he swore, and he didn't align his allies interests with his own. Robb made decisions based solely on a rigid sense of honor. Jon, after his resurrection, chose instead to behave honorably, yet with an intelligence about him that Robb just lacked. After all, Jon tried that rigid sense of honor, doing the right thing and not caring what anyone else thought, and got knifed for it.

He wasn't given much more time to think on this, the crimson red color of Ghost's eyes leaving his as his eyes returned to their normal black color, as Dany entered the room. Jon turned to face her.

"Are you drunk?" She asked. Of a rhetorical question, given the situation.

"No," Jon said only for him to stumble a bit. He chuckled, "only a little bit."

She smiled a bit at the bad joke and closed the door behind her. They stood apart from each other, while Jon tried to think of something to say and settled on talking about Jorah Mormont a little bit. "I didn't know Ser Jorah that well. But I know that, if he could choose a way to die, it would be protecting you."

"He loved me," Dany said, as she acknowledged, as she approached him, "And I couldn't love him back. Not the way he wanted. Not the way I love you."

Jon wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his body. "Is that alright?" She asked, love and lust brimming equally in those beautiful purple eyes of hers.

"Better than alright, love." Jon said as he leaned for a kiss, which she reciprocated. Their kissing and passion quickly intensified as both of them moved to take the other's clothes off. But then Jon stopped. He loved her, more than he had ever loved anybody in his life. Even Ygritte could not compare to his Dragon Queen. But there was that small problem about how they were aunt and nephew. Incest was kind of a tricky subject. Sibling Incest was downright abhorred if you weren't Targaryen. Cousin to Cousin marriages weren't considered incest, but maybe that was because damn near every noble has a distant cousin somewhere in the 7 kingdoms. But Jon had been raised by Ned Stark to basically be disgusted with incest. Jon loved Daenerys. He was as sure of his feelings for her now as he was on that 2-week boat trip.

"I wish you hadn't told me," Daenerys said sadly, talking about his true heritage as the only legitimate son of Rhaeghar Targaryen. "If you hadn't told me, I would be happy right now."

Jon looked to her and knelt next to her as she sat down, taking her hand in his. "My feelings for you have not changed, Dany. My love for you now is just as strong as it was on that boat trip." Jon at least had the decency to look apologetic, "But I was raised by a man who abhorred incest, despite the fact that his own parents were cousins. Nothing has changed about my feelings, it's just going to take some time for me get used to this."

Dany seemed to appreciate his honesty, but something else seemed to be on her mind. "I tried to forget about it. For a while, I did. But then, I saw them tonight. I saw how they look at you. I know that look. It's how everyone of the slaves I freed in Essos looked at me. But not here. Not on this side of the sea."

"I don't want the throne, Dany," Jon said, which was true. He didn't want it. He just wanted her.

"It doesn't matter what you want, Jon!" She said as she looked him the eye, "You didn't want to be King in the North, but they thrust it upon you anyway, just as they did Robb Stark! You killed the Night King. You wield Lightbringer. You're the Prince that was Promised…You're a hero. They love you. How long before they decide you would make a better king than I would a queen? How long before they use you against me?"

'She's afraid.' Jon observed as he looked into her lovely purple eyes. 'She's used to having the love of the people, probably because of all the slaves she freed in Slaver's Bay. But the Westerosi are freed people. And Northerners like their isolation a little too much. They're deeply mistrustful of those south of the Neck for number of reasons. Different religion, for one thing. The North is the only region that as a whole, still worship the Old Gods.'

"Dany," Jon said as he kissed her hand lovingly, "don't beat yourself up about not having the love of the North. There was a strong chance that you would never earn the Northerners love. They basically hate everything that lives South of the Neck. The love of the people is a fickle thing anyway. One of you-our ancestors, had the love of people when his reign started, and by the end, those same people stormed the Red Keep and nearly killed him."

"Who are you talking about?" Dany asked, confused, as she knew very little of her family history, thanks to Viserys.

"I'll tell you the story of Aenys Targaryen some other time," Jon said as that really was not relevant, except for the point he was trying to make. "The point is, no monarch is loved by everybody. And if you waste your time trying to make everybody love you, you'll be the most miserable person in the world. For me, it took, you know, dying, to figure out that you can't make everybody happy."

Daenerys went still, not sure what to say about Jon bringing up his own death so casually. He had done everything previously to avoid talking about his death and now he was bringing it up as if he was talking about the weather. She figured she should change the subject. "There's still the matter of you being my brother's trueborn son, if Samwell Tarly is to believed."

"Ah, Sam." Jon said as he stood up, "I'm certain he is still my friend. But he told me right after you told him that you executed his piece of shit father and brother. He did it to undermine you, to make me doubt you, and get back at you. Which, good job on killing the Tarly's, by the way."

"Wait, you're happy that I killed them? I burned them alive with dragonfire." Daenerys asked in confusion. Something was definitely changing in Jon. He was becoming darker, more aggressive, more confident, but he was still the man she fell in love with. The man who gave his life to save people so drastically different from himself..

"I would've killed them myself, if I had been there. Randyl Tarly is the same as the Freys and Bolton's, in my opinion. The Freys and Boltons broke the guest right, slaughtering people at a wedding and killed a pregnant woman by stabbing her unborn baby eight times and letting her bleed out. Randyl Tarly raided his own peoples lands and gave the food and gold to an illegitimate queen, who has no legal claim on the throne." Jon said.

Jon held Daenerys close to him and rested his head on hers, closing his eyes, and she closed her own eyes, enjoying his closeness. "Being ruthless against your enemies doesn't make you a monster. I've done that as well. I executed one of my own men when they refused to heed my orders. You told me once that you locked Rhaeghal and Viserion because Drogon accidentally burned a young boy. You had every chance to burn Kings Landing and Cersei wouldn't have been able to stop you, but you didn't, because you didn't want innocent people to get killed in the crossfire. You have a good and kind heart, and it's one of the things I love about you."

Jon cupped her face and she stared into his black eyes. She felt somewhat better after their talk, but she still had growing concerns about Jon's heritage. "We need to do something about your heritage. 4 people, including us, know your Rhaeghar's son. If one of us tells the wrong person, then it will take on a life of it's own, spread like wildfire, and then everyone will know."

Jon, seeing he had been unable to calm her fears, pulled out his final card. "Then we do things another way." Dany looked at him confused as he continued, "We can't stop people from finding out. Too many people already know about my true identity and people are going to keep finding out. You're afraid that people will use me against you, so we take that power away from them. We unite our claims. And then it won't matter who they prefer on the Iron Throne, because our goals would be one in the same. We would both rule, together."

Daenerys's eyes widened at what he was suggesting. "Are you asking me to-" She couldn't get the words out as he stared lovingly into his eyes.

"Marry me, Daenerys. Marry me, and we will put this Battle of Succession Rights to rest for good," Jon said passionately as he stared into her eyes, waiting for his answer.

Chapter End

So, I gotta say, Dumb and Dumber made Dany go insane faster than Euron slipped those three shafts into Rhaeghal…

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… Sorry, too soon?

Anyway, Episode 4 was bad, and watching Dany go Mad Queen in episode 5 when there was no sufficient setup for it was just fucking depressing for me, because I really like her character.

Now that I've had a chance to grieve and calm down, I do see that GRRM was maybe angling for Dany losing her mind in his books. The show could have pulled it off, but the way they did it was stupid. People keep trying to say that they have been setting Dany up for this since the beginning.

Bullshit.

Letting Viserys die because he threatened kill her unborn child, the child of the man she had come to love, which likely would have killed her, does not make her mad, that just makes her cruel. The crucifying the Master's thing was overly cruel, but not a sign of madness. In her mind, all slavers were evil at that point. As for the Astapor thing, did you really think she was just going to hand over her favorite dragon. I saw that coming from a mile away.

As for the Tarly's, well, Randyl is scum. He supported Cersei, an insane bitch with no legal claim to the Iron Throne, who also declared herself queen before her last son's body was even cold. He also raided his own people. Only the Frey's and Boltons surpass Randyl Tarly on the scum meter. I would have killed him too, though I might have been more brutal by having Drogon just straight up eat him.

And Varys was openly plotting to have her killed. He was traitor, even though his betrayal doesn't make much sense. She couldn't just keep him alive knowing that. Julius Caesar kept all of his enemies alive. Ask him how well that worked out.

And as I mentioned, the real Dany would never burn innocent people. She locked up her dragons when her advisers advised her not to, due to one accidental death cause by Drogon. She spent all of Season 7 basically trying not to burn down innocent people.

If Dany was burning innocent people several times for no good reason before she 'snapped', then it could have been believable. But she didn't.

Like I said, no setup.

This is just part of a small series of chapters where I will rewrite the last 3 episodes of season 8, because just like 'Dany kinda forgot about the Iron Fleet', D&D have forgotten what good writing is.