She flew over the walls of kingslanding, Drogon wings covering the city in a huge ominous shadow, she saw below Jon leading the men through the city and to the red keep, the townsfolk not trying to fight them as they killed the rest of the Lannister and golden company. She looked ahead trying to focus on the red keep. The golden towers glistened in the sunlight, the deep blue sky clear giving her clear sights on a balcony not too far from her and Drogon.
She looked back down to Jon and the other, they were near to the castle and would be there in a few minutes, she knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself. She commanded Drogon to land on the balcony, his huge claws barely holding on the what seemed like tiny railing under him, his head bearly fit through the double windows that lead into a bedroom of such.
She couldn't see much from the back of Drogon, she decided to get down and enter the castle, her hand resting on the dagger Jon had gifted her just in case. She turned to Drogon before moving through the blowing curtains. "Protect Jon and the Others." Drogon seemed hesitant to leave. He pushed his head further into the balcony in an attempt to get into the window so he could follow her, she wanted to laugh but she knew he was only doing what any other son would, protecting his mother.
"Soves" She whispered to him as she lay her hand on his snout, looked into his eyes waiting for him to see she was serious and wanted him to leave. He huffed out hot breathe as if he didn't like the idea of leaving her alone but he left anyway.
She turned away from him and back to the window, quietly walking through the glass window/doors and into the room. It was large covered head to toe with the gold and red of house Lannister, she ground her teeth at the sight. She would have to redecorate, she thought. She moved around the room scanning every potential hiding place, for any potential threat. Once she was clear she moved to the door, her heart beating fast as she heard footsteps behind the door.
They slowly past and she tentatively grabbed the handle of the door turning it slowly to not make any sound. Once cracked open a little she peeks through the hole she had made and checked for any signs of troops or Lannister, she waited for what seemed like minutes trying to build up the courage to walk through the door.
There was a loud thump behind her at the balcony, she closed the door quickly hoping no one heard. She turned to behind her recognising the sound and saw not black scaled but green "Rheagal?" She asked it was then he turned his head. She watched as Jon Snow climbed down the back of the dragon, once on the ground he told the dragon to leave just as she had.
He frowned at her and crossed the room to her, he didn't seem happy. "What are you doing?" He asked grabbing her arm. His grip wasn't painful but it was tight, he seemed worried and scared. His hair was a mess, falling from his bun and full of dirt. His beard was just the same but still, his eyes shone as they did before. He had pulled her close to him, scanning the room to make sure there were no threats then his heated gaze landed on her again causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"What are you doing? You are supposed to be down with the troops," she growled pulling her arm out of his grip and taking him in, he was covered in blood and from the looked of it not his own which was ominous but slightly relieving.
"If you had stayed on Dragon I would have stayed down with the troops." He responded, he did make a fair point, they had spent weeks planning and now everything was going off track, Tyrion would be furious. He crossed his arms knowing he was right. "You need to leave" He whispered forcefully. He looked to the door then to her, then back the balcony trying to make sure everything was clear from the looks of it, the fingers that gripped the hilt of his sword flexed in awareness.
"Cerci is in this Castle and so are we, we can make sure she doesn't escape or kill anyone else. Or we could help take out the troops from the inside to help ours on the outside" She said, he squinted his eyes at her trying to decipher what she was thinking, he was good at that. He licked his lips mulling over her words then he looked past her to the door again.
"Fine but I'll stay and you will make sure the troops get into the castle, they are gonna need eyes in the sky, Dany." She knew he was right and also knew he was more skilled than her in combat and stood a better chance without her there to distract him. However, there was still a chance it could all go wrong and she didn't know if she could allow herself to risk his life.
"Wait until we get into the Castle before you head out of the room, Drogon will tell you when to go." He searched her eyes again, his soft grey ones telling her he agreed. She slowly grabbed his handsome face and brought him closer to her, so they were inches apart. His cheeks were a little squished making his lips poutier, it was an adorable sight. "Be safe." She whispered slowly leaning forward the last few inches and placing her lips on his.
She felt the hand not holding longclaw come to the bottom of her back, bringing her closer to him and lifting her slightly. He deepened the kiss his tongue begging for entrance but she pulled away before it went too far. Her eyes were closed and she regained stable breathing and she could feel him doing the same. His hot breath melting her cheeks and wet lips. "Be Safe Dany, I'll see you when it is all over." He whispered leaning his forehead to hers, the feeling of his skin against hers soothed the dread pouring into her heart but the slight prang of ominousness was still there.
She opened her eyes to see him watching her, with so much love and emotion. She couldn't wait to end this war so they could just live, instead of just surviving. First, it was the knight King and then it was Cerci, she hoped as long as they reign there would only be peace because she was tired of fighting and so was Jon, the man who had fought the most.
She nodded and pecked his lips again, pulling away completely and brushing a loose hair behind his ear studying his face. "Remeber on my signal" She reminded him, he smiled and nodded the frustration and stress she had seen written on his face just moments ago seemingly gone.
She smiled back and walked towards the balcony where Drogon was waiting for her, she climbed his wing and perched herself on his back looking at Jon in the room standing there watching her with a loving smile on his face, one that made his eyes crinkled slightly. For some reason though she couldn't smile back, she had an inauspicious feeling something terrible was going to happen, she tried to bury it as Drogon took off into the air but watching Jon stand there in that room gave her a bad feeling.
Jon saw it and frowned in return, she scarcely saw it as Drogon flew further and further away and towards where the soldiers were. They had made it to the steps of the red keep and were fighting the soldiers guarding the door. She knew it would take a while for them to get in through that door so she set about finding another entrance.
There was a door being guarded by only 4 men, she knew this may be because the Lannister soldiers were only few and most would be in the keep guarding the Queen. "Dracarys" She shouted to Drogon, the signal causing him to roar out Dragons flames on the guards burning them where the stood. She was too pumped on adrenaline to realise the implications of her actions, this was war and in war, one must do what is necessary.
She flew around to the front entrance but by then her men were through and entering the keep. She smiled knowing it wouldn't be long before this war would be over and they would able to actually rest and just breathe. She gave the command to Drogon to land but he didn't listen instead he flew her higher and it was seconds before she knew why a loud rumbling came from beneath the keep. Before she could even decifer what it was the whole keep exploded into green flames. The light was overbearing and bright, it's green an alien colour, the flames felt hot, hotter then she had ever felt which frightened her. Drogon had retreated higher into the sky in an attempt to outrun the flames.
Rubble flew from the castle hitting houses and shops in the city of kingslanding, the people were screaming but she heard none of it, only her own heartbeat and she looked for the balcony she had left Jon at, the cloud of smoke let up a little to reveal nothing. There was no tower, just the sky. She felt the contents of her stomach churn at the sight, everything felt to be going in slow motion.
She forced Drogon to land near to steps, her legs feeling almost like jelly as she crawled and stumbled through the piles of rubble. She walked into the keep, the green fire slowly quietening. She ran towards where the tower had stood trying to find any signs of Jon. She ran past the chard throne not giving it a second thought. Once in the corridors, she ran through the open doors that were left standing to find anything, anyone.
There were bodies and Lannister armour all over the place, in the throne room she saw what must have been Cerci's body burnt to the throne. She didn't care thought all she was focused on was the sound of her heart and the corridors ahead.
She heard groaning not far from where the tower had once stood and looked at the pile of rubble, she heard it again and ran to the pile. Pulling off rocks frantically trying to find the source. "Jon!" She shouted for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Jon!" The sound of her shouting and rocks she had thought from the pile echoed through the keeps empty halls.
The sound of him ripped through the silence she felt to be defining. "Dany" It was a hoarse, ragged voice but still it was his. She moved faster, moving rocks and digging deeper into the pile until she saw his face, she pulled all the rocks from his body so he was free and checked his body for any injuries. She was moving so wild trying to move him that she nearly jumped when she felt his hand grab her's stopping her from what she was doing. "Stop" He whispered.
She felt tears sting her eyes as she watched him take in ragged breaths, she couldn't lose him. "You are going to be okay, I just need to get these last few rocks off of you and then we can get out of here and get you help." She said, stroking his face leaning over him. Her tears falling onto his face.
"No use" He chocked out, blood splurting out of his mouth with his words. She used her sleeve to wipe it away as if it would help stop it from happening. He looked at her, his eyes sad but still full of love, he knew what was happening and slowly grabbed her hand and lowered it to his stomach. A sharp piece stone was buried there, the felt the point of it, soaked in Jon's blood. She looked down and realised he was laying in a puddle of his own blood and more was joining it and now so were her tears.
"Jon... Please... Just fight, for me" She sobbed taking his hand between hers and kissing his fingers and palm, trying to breathe a little life into him. His hands were warm and callused as they had always been and it was that feeling that gave her hope, hope that he would be okay, that he would be fine just as he had been at Eastwatch.
"Dany... My Dany." He chocked as he moved his thumb to wipe the tears falling down her cheek. "I'm tired of fighting, this battle is not one I can win." He said it made her wince to hear him take in a shallow ragged breath. The air in his lungs rattling as if it was a babies toy. She knew what it meant, and it felt like her lungs were being crushed just as his were.
"You will be okay, they will come." Who they were she didn't know, but still, she hoped. She hoped for the first time that the gods would show mercy and help her. That they would heal him. She moved closer and held his hand tighter, watching him as he took in another shallow breathe, coffing instead of breathing out, blood spluttering with it.
She wiped it away again and replaced it with a kiss, his lips were still warm and soft, she was denying it but the voice in the back of her head told her differently, so she entered the feeling into her memory. It was a sort peck but it was enough for her. Her face was inches from his, her hand stroking his hair and face as the other held onto his hand. "Dany, I will always be there for you, whenever you need me-." He struggled with his words so she stopped him by placing a finger over his lips and shaking her head.
"I told you, you will be fine." She said in denial. He cracked a smile, knowing how stubborn she was and could be. The smile was bright and true it lit up his entire face and made the room feel a little less cold, his eyes squinted at her and dark grey eyes shone.
"Sometimes you have to be wrong, Dany" He retorted. A smile on his lips revelled his blood filled teeth, it was an ominous sight but she couldn't help but smile back at him. He wiped away the tear on her cheek, the smile still on his lips. "I will see you again." He whispered, his grip loosening as his eyes went distant. "Dany, I... love you" His words came out breathy as if it was his last.
He had let go of her hand, his fingers not holding on anymore. "Jon?" She whispered, tears running down her face. "Jon, I love you too." She said but he didn't hear her. "Jon did you hear me, I love you too." It was the first time she had said it and he didn't get to hear it. She placed her ear on his chest trying to hear for a heartbeat but there was nothing but the sounds of her own sobs. "Jon" She whispered again, wrapping her arms around his lifeless body and lying there with him.
She closed her eyes and tried to process, he couldn't be gone she told herself over and over. "I love you too" She repeated over and over hoping that he would hear her say it at least once. At least once, she hoped.
...
She still laying there with him, even when the other had come to look for survivors hours later. His body was cold, she felt it but still she didn't let go, she would never let go, she told herself. This was all wrong she thought, they were supposed to take the throne and rule together as king and Queen, they were supposed to have the happy ending for once, to live in peace. The gods, however, were crule as always and took the thing she loved most, again.
She wanted to wage war on the gods, the kill them for what they had done to her but she couldn't bring herself to move. "Your Grace" She heard Tyrion whisper as he approached slowly, she didn't look at him only listened to his footsteps and those of the other's he was with, draw closer.
"Daenerys" She heard Missandei say, her voice full of concern and fear. She opened her eyes and looked to them, they were just ahead of her coming down the corridor she had a few hours ago. It was dark so she could barely see all of there faces but the ones she did see were full of worry as they watched her life her head slightly from Jon's chest.
"You need to get him to help" She whispered to them looking down to Jon's peaceful face, he almost looked as if he was sleeping and that is what she had told herself. "He is injured, he needs help." She said again louder hoping they would hear her, she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder and saw it was Jorah. He looked down at Jon then her his expression sympathetic and sad.
"Your Grace, he is gone," He said, his voice as gentle as his grip on her shoulder. She looked away from him and to the other members of the group, who were standing a few feet away, she wanted to deny it but there faces told her otherwise. She looked down to Jon again his face not change since she last looked.
"I love you too" was all she whispered. Hoping and praying to the gods they would let him hear her.