Hi everybody - this is my first GoT FF - the thing is, I was so upset with the ending that I thought I'd do justice to the best characters in the story, Dany and Jon. Obviously I don't own anything from GOT, I'm just having fun and giving myself (and hopefully others who like this) an ending that satisfies me. (Sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes, English is my second language but I enjoy it so very much for FF, thanks and I hope you enjoy this. Constructive reviews are always welcome)
Chapter 1 - Awakening.
Her eyes opened abruptly and a moan from deep down her throat escaped her lips. She began to breath rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. Her fingers began tracing her eyes, nose, lips, and then down her neck, her breasts, until she felt something that wasn't there before… a deep wound, in the middle of her chest, large enough to have been done by a blade. Her fingers trembled as she felt the fresh wound, with dried up blood but with tender flesh. It didn't hurt. She tried to sit, and with a grand effort she managed to do so. She used her hand to put her breasts apart and examine the wound she had just found. It was deep. It was clean, but she knew it was deadly.
Then she remembered….
A kiss, a promise to rule together, to bring a new order, to love each other… broken by the betrayal of the man she had loved the most. Daenerys closed her eyes, and a single tear slid down her eyes. She opened her eyes, and confusion was replaced with sheer hatred. Her mouth was twisted into a grimace, her teeth clenched, her nostrils wide.
"Jon Snow" she mumbled.
Far apart, she heard footsteps. She turned around and couldn't believe what she was seeing.
-My Queen! Said the voice
-Daario? Replied Daenerys.
-Yes, it's me! I will never leave you alone, ever again! You are safe. - He said as he bent his knee to salute the Dragon Queen.
Daenerys was completely naked, and hadn't noticed until Daario looked up, with his mouth half opened in amazement of beholding her again. She covered her breasts and pelvis with her arms, and he quickly took off his cloak and offered her to cover herself. She tried to stand up, but her legs were too weak, she collapsed. He immediately bent down to catch her before she would hurt herself.
-Where am I? - she asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze.
-You are in the Red Temple, in Volantis Your Grace. - A female voice was heard from a corner.
-Who is that? -Asked Daenerys.
-I'm Kinvara, we have met before Your Grace - replied the female voice calmly, who now revealed herself in the light. It was a woman with a red gown, a young woman, with green eyes, a wide smile and fair skin.
Daenerys took a moment to remember, she had met so many people throughout so many years in exile. But once the woman stepped out of the shadows and into a large fire that was burning in the middle of that room, she remembered her. It was the High Priestess of the Red Temple, Kinvara, who served The Lord of Light, who had said she was Azor Ahai.
-How did I get here? - Dany asked, confused and exhausted.
-Your child has brought you here, your Grace.
-My Child? Drogon?
As she said his name, a loud shriek, like a roar but far more terrifying, was heard from outside the temple. There was a balcony that had an incredible view of Volantis, at one side of the room. A full moon was glowing in the dark, clean sky, and she could see the silhouette of her last and only child flying, and screaming loudly. She couldn't help but smile, she felt so much relief to know he was still with her, still alive, and that he had brought her here. She tried to walk there but had to be supported by Daario, who didn't say a word but held her all the way to the balcony.
Drogon kept flying, screaming, celebrating to see his mother back in the world of the living. He landed on top of the building, extended his wings and let out a triumphant shriek to announce everybody that Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons was alive. She smiled widely, and reached up her hand to touch him. Drogon lowered his head and she caressed the tip of his face tenderly, while the dragon whimpered. The bond they shared, between mother and child was far stronger than any other bond between humans.
Then, Drogon lifted his head, expanded his wings once again took flight, and disappeared in the horizon.
Daenerys turned back and found a chair, to rest. Daario placed her safely and took a few steps back, and stood next to Kinvara.
-But… I died… -said Daenerys. Her eyes gazing at her.
-Yes, your Grace. You died. You were brought here 2 days ago. Faith was almost. Word came from across the Narrow Sea that you had perished, and not in combat, but in the hands of your own allies.
Daenerys changed her confused continuance back to the anger, and again whispered "Jon Snow".
The people in Yunkai, Mereen and Astapor are in mourning and demanded a funeral fit for their Queen. Kinvara asked us to give her time to...- Daario stopped talking, cleared his throat, and resumed - It is a miracleyou are here with us... -
Daario continued sharing the plans he was carrying out - We were preparing your funeral, my Queen. You were to go back to Mereen, and would have been buried there, along with Missandei. – said Daario, holding his hands behind his back. - And the Second Sons were to raid Westeros and bring back the head of those who have harmed you and place it in the base of the Pyramid, so people can have the justice they claimed for their fallen Queen.
-Missandei? - She asked with more vigor than she had thought she had left.
-Yes, your Grace. We heard she had been murdered, and you see, the Second Sons have spies everywhere. They brought her body here, and we gave her a proper burial, in the Mereen Pyramid, where she achieved her full bloom and full freedom, where she was the happiest.
-Does Torgo Nudho knows about this?
-No, we haven't been able to contact him. - His pose was now more relaxed, the anxiety of seeing her vanished and all that remained was the joy of having her back.
-Does he know I'm here? Tell him I live, and that I need him now.- demanded Daenerys, recovering her voice and her distinctive commanding style.
-That won't be possible, your Grace – interrupted Kinvara.
Daenerys turned to her -"I'm not asking, I'm commanding Daario to do so."- She told her, her old self back.
-It can't be, nobody must know you came here, and worse yet, that you live. Not yet.
-And why is that? -Daenerys asked annoyed.
-Because he would know…
-He?
Daario raised an eyebrow to Daenerys, and then back at the priestess.
Kinvara smiled, lowered her gaze and simply said -"You have just come back from the dead. You have been dead for two days, your body functions are starting to work again but with too much effort. You need to recover your energy, your strength, and your full senses. I have prepared a chamber for you in the temple since your arrival, and I can't express how relieved I am to see you use it. I'll ask for food and wine to be brought to you. We shall continue this conversation in the morning."- She bowed, and left the room.
-Wait! - Demanded Daenerys. -I command you to stay and tell me who is "he".
Kinvara didn't even look back, she retreated. Daenerys was too weak to go after her, and too confused to ask guards to stop her. Either way, this wasn't her territory, Volantis was a city she had no power in.
-Daario… she whispered.
-Shhh, everything is alright now… Let me take you to your chamber, please.
Dany nodded. Daario lifted her in his strong arms, and took her to her chambers.
He placed Dany in her bed. A cup of wine, a plate with bread, dried meat, grapes and some dates were placed.
-You need to eat, please… - said Daario.
-I´m not hungry.
-You must be hungry, you just forget. Eat, please.
She smiled, and complied. She had a sip of wine, took a bite from each thing in the plate, but had a terrible time swallowing. It felt different now. Everything tasted different, smelled different, looked different.
Daario got up.
-Where are you going? - She asked.
-You need to rest your Grace.
-Please, stay with me.- her voice was different, he had never heard her speak like that before. Daenerys Targaryen, the strongest woman he's ever met, was asking him to stay with him in a tone that sounded almost like a plea. He could tell she felt desperately lonely and vulnerable.
He smiled, and sat back. Daenerys laid in bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
A ray of sun coming from the top window announced dawn, and it hit Daenerys straight in the face. She frowned, turned her head to avoid the light. Then, she opened her eyes. She was in a simple room. It had the bed she was lying in, a night table, a rough cupboard and a chair. In that chair, sat Daario Naharis, who smiled at her when she woke up. His elbows were supported by his own legs, and he seemed like he hadn't slept a single minute since he told her he'd stay with her last night. She gasped. For a second, she forgot where she was, and thought she was in that boat, going to Winterfell…
Jon Snow – she whispered again. Anger gone, her face was washed with disappointment and sorrow.
Daario smiled again, a sad type of smile. It was the third time he heard her utter this man's name.
-You love him.- He said.
-He killed me. Literally.
-Yes, but you love him.
-I loved him.
Daario smiled. He knew she was lying. He didn't press the issue, he got up, and offered her his hand. She took it and stood up.
-How did I get here? -Asked Daenerys.
-The red woman already told you, your child brought you.
-That answer is too vague. I want more details.
-Very well… Drogon carried you from across the narrow Sea. I have no idea how long it took him to fly from Westeros to Volantis. Somehow he sensed he had to bring you to this temple. When Kinvara found you, she sent a raven to Mereen to tell us about you, and what she would attempt. I traveled here as fast as I could.
-Came back from the dead… -Whispered Daenerys.
-You are not the first one to achieve this, I've heard red magic has the power to bring people back from the realm of the dead, but it won't work on everybody or anybody or all the time. Only a handful of men have come back thanks to R'hllor. You are now among them.
-I may be the only woman who have – replied Daenerys.
May be. we should ask your host. - Daario said with a comforting smile, and walked her back to the great hall where she woke up.
-I'm still tired, but most of all, I need to scrub all these awful sensations off my body. Tell Kinvara I´ll be taking a bath. – stated Daenerys as she got up from bed.
-As you order your Grace. - Daario bowed, and went to look for somebody who would prepare her a bath.
A few minutes later, Daenerys laid in a bath tub, with hot steamy water. She supported her head in the edge of the tub, and closed her eyes. She could see everything far clearer now, as if a veil would have been taken away from her. She remembered Viseryon being pierced by the Night King, and a knot in her throat began to form. She also remembered the scorn she felt from the northern people, especially from Sansa Stark. The brutal fight with the army of the dead, and Ser Jorah giving his life and last breath in her arms, without anything in her power to stop death from taking him. A tear ran down her face. Then she remembered Rhaegal falling from the sky after a huge spear pierced through his chest and neck, and his dead body spiraling down into the sea. She was sobbing now. Finally, she remembered Missandei, her last words, and her head being separated from her body. Daenerys couldn't control it anymore and began crying, as she hand't cried since she was a little girl.
She cried for her dead mother, her dead brother, her dead nieces and nephews. She cried for Viserys, remembering his cruelty but also the moments where he had taken care of her. Then remembered Drogo, her first love. Her unborn child, her fertility…. She had suffered too many losses, and she had never allowed herself a moment to grieve. She had always told herself she had to be strong, project herself as an unbreakable leader, a Khalessi, a Queen. It was hard to convince people to follow a woman, and it was impossible to convince them to follow a weak woman, and Daenerys thought that showing feelings was a sign of weakness.
She remembered Rakharo, Irri, Ser Barristan Selmy and his sacrifice. And now, she remembered Daario, the way she had to tell him he'd be left behind, not because she really needed him to rule, but because she needed to get rid of him in a way that wouldn't offend him, even though she was fully aware he loved her, but knew he'd be an inconvenient to form alliances in Westeros.
Finally, she remembered her allies she had gotten in Westeros, or so she thought. Lady Olenna Tyrell, a wise woman, who was murdered by the Kingslayer following Cersei´s commands. Elaria Sand, she never really heard of her again after Cersei took her captive. Yara Greyjoy, who supposedly had taken the Iron Islands in her name. Then she remembered, Lord Varys. Who had betrayed her and she had burned him alive. Then Tyrion Lannister. Remembering Tyrion was especially painful for her. She admired him. She cared for him. She loved him. But he had failed her too many times. He had thrown away the badge she had given him. He had freed the Kingslayer, disobeying her one more time. But also, he had begged her not to attack King´s Landing if the bells rang. And the bells rang. And she simply didn't care.
She thought about that fateful day. Looking back now, she was amazed and horrified of what she had done. She had become everything she said she wouldn't. She burned every mother, father and child unjustified. When she was on top of Drogon destroying the Iron Fleet, she had specifically maneuvered Drogon to avoid any civilian casualty, her attack was precise and lethal on top of military targets. Once they surrendered, everything went black. All she could see were humiliating gazes, judging her, judging her bloodline, her family. She could hear her father screaming as a sword trespassed him from the back, murdered by Jaime Lannister; she could still hear Missandei say "Dracarys" as she faced death by Cersei, and she could smell the fine perfume Cersei Lannister used when she pledged her forces to help the North fight the army of the dead, and betrayed her. Daenerys wasn't in control of herself, she became "the Mad Queen".
She started to have a fit of heaving, and finally had to climb out of the tube to vomit. She vomited everything she had, as if she was trying to exorcise a demon that was inhabiting inside her head, and that had poisoned her soul. When she was done, trying to catch her breath, Daario´s voice came from outside - "Are you all right your Grace? Do you need assistance? – I´m fine. I´ll be out in a second.- she climbed back into the tub.
She resumed her bath, and now her mind drifted to Jon Snow. A heavy sorrow landed on her shoulders. She remembered his bravery, his honor, his loyalty. "Loyalty", she chuckled. But he had always been a man of honor. What she has done must have driven him to the edge to murder her, the horror he had witnessed when she destroyed Kings Landing must have been too much for him to bear, knowing he is part of that destruction, that he could have stopped her and didn't. She wasn't trying to justify him, in her eyes he was a traitor, a killer, a Queenslayer now, and she will have to deal with him later. But for now, she wanted to remember what it was like to be with him before the terrible secret of his parentage came out.
"The last male Targaryen, the true heir to the Iron Throne." She mumbled. But even though they were related, she didn't care. Daario was right, she still loved him. This man had put a knife through her heart and took her life, betraying her, and she still loved him, but at the same time, a sense of impotence was driving infuriating her. She took a deep breath and tried to put down the bad feelings that were brewing inside her, she has had too much of them lately, they were exhausting and she reckoned they were exactly what brought her doom. For now, she forgot the grudge she was nursing against Jon, and chose to instead remember the pleasant moments when she was the happiest, by his side. His smell of fur and sweat, his body warming hers in the cold Winterfell weather, his strong arms embracing her, his piercing eyes staring at her, his full lips claiming hers…
She let out a long sigh, wiped the tears from her eyes, and emerged from the tube. Put on a robe, and walked out of the room where she had just cleansed more than just her body. She had cleansed her mind.
As she exited the room, Daario was dutiful standing outside, waiting for her.
She smiled – "Are you going to follow me everywhere I go now?" she asked
-I will be damned if I ever let something happen to you again. I should have never consented to let you go without me by your side, even if it wasn't as your lover, but as your guard. If I had gone with you, none of this woud have happened. I would have killed Jon Snow five times before he even had time to touch the hilt of his dagger. I don´t care you don't love me, Daenerys Stormborn, I do love you, and I will love you until my dead corpse feeds the grass and the worms feast on my flesh.
Daenerys smiled, a sad smile. It was painful for her to have this man love her the way he did, and for her to be unable to reciprocate the feeling. Everything would have been more simple, if she had loved Daario. "He's not the first man to love you, and he won't be the last" - Tyrion had told her after Daario was ordered to stay behind in Mereen and not travel to Westeros with the rest of her army. And the same happened with Jorah, who loved her beyond reason but she couldn't love him back the way he wanted her to. Not the way she still loved Jon Snow.
She stretched her hand to caressed his face. Daario closed his eyes as he felt her touch. She came closer and put a chaste kiss on his cheek. He smiled, he knew that kiss didn't mean what he wanted to, but the total opposite. Yet, he was happy to have her by his side again.
Kinvara was waiting for Daenerys in the large hall, a long conversation was due now that she had rested and gained more strength in her body and especially her mind. She was standing near the fire, her eyes were fixed on the burning tongues, dancing in front of her. Daenerys entered the room, but Kinvara didn't turn back, even though she heard her perfectly well.
Daenerys cleared her throat to make herself notice, but Kinvara still didn't turn back.
-The Queen has entered the room – announced Daario.
-Yes, I am aware – replied Kinvara.
Daenerys frowned for a minute, she was not used to be kept waiting, every need, every command, was always answered with speed and efficiency.
Daenerys stood there for what felt like hours, and finally Kinvara turned around and looked at her. She smiled.
-Your Grace, do forgive me. The Lord of Light doesn't care what monarch is present in a room, and he was showing me things.
-The Lord of Light? - asked Daenerys, in a sardonic tone. Kinvara noticed.
-Tell me something, Daenerys. Do Kings and Queens die?
-You will refer to Queen Daenerys as "your Grace", you understand? - ordered Daario.
She didn't even look at him. Her eyes were looking at Daenery's purple eyes intently,
-Yes, of course they die- replied Daenerys blinking rapidly and frowning. What a silly question she said to herself.
-Yes, they die. You died. You had a dagger in your heart. When you arrived here, you were pale as the moon, cold as winter rain and frigid as a rock. How do you think you are standing here, right now? Who do you think you have to thank for breathing the air we are breathing in this room?
Daenerys looked embarrassed. She had offended the priestess, who obviously played a crucial part in her being alive, again.
- I….- Daenerys wanted to say "I'm sorry", but a Queen must never show weakness.
Kinvara cut off – Don't be. I understand this is too much to process and understand. Especially for somebody who has never had faith in anything except in her own fate and fortune."
That was true. Daenerys had never believed in anything really, except her fate to rule the Seven Kingdoms and take what everything was snatched from her family. She had believed in her fortune to have things come always in her favor, even when life hit her the hardest. But she never really believed in anything supernatural, or anybody else besides her. And Jon Snow.
-Do you know why you are here? - Asked Kinvara.
-No.
-Because the Lord of Light isn't done with you yet. You have a part to play in the wars to come.
-Wars… I thought I wanted to fight more wars, to break the wheel… to set everybody free from Tyranny, when the Tyrant was me. I was blind. Blind with hatred, with revenge, with pride, with deception, with fear, with envy, and especially, with loneliness. I don't have those feelings anymore. I don't even want to avenge my own death and hunt down all those who have wronged me. I just want to go home. I thought Westeros was my true home. But when I stood there, and touched that damn chair, the Iron Throne, the object that has represented the glory and downfall of my family, the object I have chased, fought all my life, all I felt was emptiness. And the desire for more. Not anymore though. I'm done fighting.
-And do you know why you don't have those feelings anymore? Why you only seek peace now? - Asked Kinvara
-I suppose because the Lord of Light cleansed me?
Kinvara smiled. - No, Dragon Queen. The Lord of Light doesn't "cleanse" people magically. He doesn't remove burdens, or responsibilities. All he does, is set the path free to walk and fulfill your destiny.
Daenerys frowned. All her life she had felt those awful feelings, but they have intensified in an alarming scale within the last few months. Before she set foot in Westeros, most of them were deeply buried within herself. Her most prominent feelings in the Free Cities were thirst for justice, to do what is right, and to punish those who would harm innocent people. But once she arrived in Dragonstone, those feelings were pushed back by insecurity, ambition, and eagerness to achieve what she thought had been her destiny, and prove all these strangers that the rightful heir of the Seven Kingdoms arrived, and that she would be a fair, just and overall, good ruler. Then, the biggest feeling she had was love. Loving Jon Snow was never in her plans, Love had been an utopia, a distraction, a luxury a Queen can't afford. And yet, with him it had been the most intense feeling she had ever experienced, even stronger than her love for Drogo, who had made her a woman and shaped her into what she had become later on.
Jon Snow was different. And she had felt his love for her too. She has never been happier in her entire life, and for the first time ever, she felt complete. Jon completed her. She could feel she could have it all: Realm, Love, a family... Until he discovered they were blood related. His love for her was quenched, or so he demonstrated. At first, she believed it was because now he wanted the Throne, but he didn't. He simply couldn't love his recently discovered "aunt" the way a man is supposed to love a woman, the way he had loved her before the truth came out. The result: her love was somewhat crushed by fear, and by humiliation. She had given herself completely to this man, and now he didn't want her. All he wanted was to fulfill his promise to help her take the throne, and she was sure after that, he would leave her. And she couldn't bear that thought. And so, all the negative emotions that come from fear began to blossom in her heart, growing in her mind and contaminating her soul.
After a long pause, she asked - "Yesterday you said "he would know" when I wanted Grey Worm to know about my whereabouts. - Who is "he"?
-The true enemy. The one who has been poisoning your soul, and the soul of all the men and women who have crossed your path ever since you crossed the Narrow Sea. The one who will hold men prisoners, and shape himanity into his own version of "what must be".
Daenerys frowned. - Tell me who is that.
- The Three Eyed Raven. - Replied Kinvara, while a flame intensified in the back.
-The Three Eyed Raven? Brann Stark? A crippled boy? Are you insane?
-That "crippled boy" staged everything that has happened in Westeros. The fact that it was a large mine of Dragonglass was discovered below Dragonstone, and found out by one of his pawns in a book, is no coincidence. Jon Snow was sent to meet you, to convince you to fight the army of the death with your Dragons. The Night King was his natural enemy, he's the only one who could keep him at bay, hidden from the world. It was a terrible price to pay to save mankind, having him wake up to wipe out humanity every few hundred years, in exchange to have humanity free from the strings of The Three Eyed Raven.
-This is madness - said Daenerys, letting out a confused chuckle.
-Think about this, Dragon Queen: why did Sansa Stark hate you so much? Why did Tyrion Lannister, a wise man who knew his family, suggested the idea to bring a Wight to Cersei, knowing full well she'd never bend the knee or help you? You lost one dragon there. Why, even when you fought bravely and hard against the dead, received only contempt and distrust from northerners, instead of at least some gratitude? Why he saw your brother Rhaegal and Lyanna Stark marrying, and then told Jon Snow about it, and right before the fight against the dead? Why he made Lord Varys distrust you so, even though he forged the alliances you had with other families in Westeros?
-How do you know all this? Daenerys was amazed.
- I told you, the Lord of Light communicates himself to me. He told me about everything that was happening, and he has told me everything that will happen if he's not stopped.
Daenerys kept thinking, it was too strange but somehow it made some sense.
- Think a little harder. You say all the desire of revenge and destruction is gone now, and all you want to do is go home. Why?
Danerys remained silent. She never gave up, she was not giving up now, she just didn't find any sense in going back to claim the Throne, it didn't matter anymore.
- The Three Eyed Raven manipulates people at will. He sets snares and watches how people fall into them. He's the one who turned you into a brutal conquerer, a bloodthirsty warrior ready to take lives without a second thought. He's the one who made the fear, the distrust, and especially the hatred gloom in you. He turned you into your own worst nightmare.
Daenerys was breathing heavily now, it made sense. She felt none of that anymore. Even though she had been betrayed now, and even murdered, the desire to return and execute all the usurpers and traitors was gone, and the frenetic wish to rule the Seven Kingdoms and to conquer more and more territories, vanished. She was tired.
-And tell me this, Daenerys Stormborn: when your dragons were growing up, and a farmer came here to tell you about the death of his boy by one of your dragons, what did you do?
-I locked Rhaegal and Viseryon in the base of the pyramid of Mereen to stop them from harming more people. Drogon flew away. It crushed my soul to do that to my children, but I couldn't have them destroying homes and taking innocent lives.
-And what did you do in King's Landing, when the bells sounded and the city surrendered?
-I burned every last one of the people in the city, destroyed their homes, burned them all. I became my father - Daenerys choked on her voice full of remorse
-Tell me this: Right before you decided to destroy the city, what did you hear, what did you see, what did you feel?
-I felt hatred. I felt disgust. That they surrendered so easily. That everything I had fought for was there, ready for me to take. But those people, who were surrendering now and pleading for mercy, had taken everything from me. They had killed my entire family and casted me and my brother to exile. I felt the urge to avenge them. They didn't deserve to live in the new world i was creating, it had to be completely destroyed to build a new one without all the infamy of the past. I saw the Red Keep and imagined all sorts of plots that were designed there to overthrow my family. I saw the Red Keep, and saw Missandei's fearless face before she uttered her last words, "Dracarys". I saw the Red Keep and saw Cersei's smirk, mocking me. I heard the sound of the scorpions firing at me and killing Rhaegal. I was in control of myself, but at the same time, I was not. I didn't want to stop. It felt right. It felt glorious. It felt I was doing justice.
-Who do you think planted those thoughts and feelings in you, and triggered them at that precise moment?
-Daenerys mouth was half opened in disbelief.
-He must be stopped – concluded Daario.
-Yes, he must be stopped. But you can't stop him. Not alone anyway. – Kinvara stated, her face completely serious now.
-If I can't stop him, then why did the Lord of Light bring me back?
-Because you can stop him but not by yourself. The Three Eyed Raven can only be stopped by Azor Ahai.
-I thought I was Azor Ahai, and that his or her mission was to end the long night, and the long night has ended. The Night King is gone– replied Dany.
-No, I was wrong. You are not Azor Ahai. And yes, he's to end The Long Night, but not necesarilly the one brought by the Night King, but brought by the Three Eyed Raven, who will sink humanity into darkness and will control the minds, feelings and will of anybody he desires. And he'll only grow more powerful with time.
-Then who is it? Jon Snow? He also came back from the dead by the power of the Lord of Light.
-No, he is not Azor Ahai. Although, like you, he still has a very, very important role to play.
-Then who is it and why are we necessary? Tell me, who is Azor Ahai? – Daenerys demanded, raising her voice.
Kinvara smiled, approached Dany, extended her hand, and touched her womb.
Daenerys felt something she didn't feel inside her in many, many years.
-That's impossible. When the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east… - Dany mumbled.
-Your child brought you here, Daenerys Stormborn. This child.
Daenerys couldn't believe it, yet inside her she knew it was true. She felt life. A life was inside her. It was Jon Snow's child. Conceived from two Targaryens, one Wolf-Dragon and a full blooded Dragon. Ice and fire. Two who had fought against the death, defeated death, who had died and who have come back from the realm of the dead.
-The Three Eyed Raven thinks you are dead, so you are no threat to him. He will, however, sense your presence if you approach Westeros. You will be safe here, as long as he doesn't visit the Free Cities. Everything that is in contact with him, every place, is an open map for him to roam around and find your past, your present, and forge your future at his will.
-So I am to stay here with my arms crossed while he manipulates the lives and story of everybody in Westeros. – replied Daenerys, annoyed and angered.
-Yes, for the time being. Your time will come, powerful Queen, to redeem yourself from the great harm you have done to the people in that country. Meanwhile, your presence must not be known in Westeros.
Daenerys lowered her head, sighed.
-There is however, another problem – Kinvara said.
-What is that? Asked Daenerys.
-The Lord of Light must guide the way to the bringers of Azor Ahai, both of them.
Daenerys lifted her head and looked at Kinvara, defying her. She knew exactly what the Red Priestess meant.
-No. - she firmly stated.
-We must find Jon Snow, bring him here and expect further instructions from the R'hllor. - Kinvara replied calmly.
-There must be another way – Daenerys claimed, dreading the moment when she'll meet face to face the man who had cowardly assassinated her, but who she was still in love. The man that had showed her true happiness but who must pay for his crime, and she didn't want to think about revenge. Her feelings, good and bad, were stirring again inside her.
-There is no other way, your Grace. It must be done or humanity will become a puppet for the Third Eyed Raven.
-I'll bring him here- said Daario
-What? – asked Daenerys, looking at Daario's serious expression.
- Don't worry. I'll bring him here safely, but I can't promise any of you I won't break his nose and a few ribs when I encounter him. – he said touching the hilt of his Arakh.
-How will you find him? For all we know he could be dead as well. I suppose that somebody must have figured out he killed me. Perhaps Grey Worm already put a spear through his chest, or perhaps Drogon avenged me.– Daenerys didn't know how to feel with the idea of Jon gone forever from this world.
-He is alive, I sense it – replied Kinvara.
-Like I said, The Second Sons have spies all around Essos and Westeros. You leave the task of finding him and bringing him here to me. It will be done. – bowed Daario and crossed his arms.
Daenerys nodded, and looked at Kinvara.
-One more thing, Dragon Queen.
-Please don't tell me we have to bring somebody else from Westeros.
Kinvara smiled – Command your dragon to stay in Essos, and if possible, to go to the Sea Grass. If the Third Eyed Raven senses Drogon, he will try to take control of him and the result could be disastrous.
Daenerys nodded again.
-Well, now that all is explained and settled, I will retreat and travel to the other free cities, informing the red priests of the fullfiment of the prophecy. Azor Ahai shall be born, and shall be the liberator of all mankind.
She bowed, and retreated into the darkness.