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Daenerys Targaryen POV

"My Queen," Lord Tyrion said, "There is word from Westeros."

Daenerys turned to face the man. Shock is etched on her face.

"What should come from Westeros, a call for war?" she said.

"No, my Queen, The Lord Commander of Night's Watch, Jon Snow, writes to you. He has heard of your strength and requests your Queen to make all hast for the Iron Throne to take Westeros and defend the Wall. Winter has come," spoke Tyrion.

"What could that possibly mean? It must be a trap. Who is this man?" Daenerys questioned.

"Jon Snow is a strong, good man. I knew of him long ago what seems a lifetime ago. He is an honorable man. One of few good ones left. However, there are stories that he has come back from the dead. Some say he was killed by traitors and on his death pyre came back after the fire consumed him."

Astonished Dany remarked, "How could that be? Only a dragon cannot burn. As I did not become consumed in the fire of my sun and stars. I must meet this man."

After a few moments Dany asked, "But Tyrion, what truth could be had from him saying winter has come."

Tyrion sighed and said, "Daenerys, I have heard rumors all the while you have been preparing to take back the Iron Throne that the White Walkers have risen again just as dragons have. I dare think that the world will never be the same again."

She remembered the fairytale stories she read in her books of Westeros. Old stories. Legends now. Of beings who stole the dead back from the other side to use them for their own ends. She feared all that could mean. "I am ready to take and what is mine with fire and blood. We sail for Westeros as soon as my men and ships are ready. Make hast. I will wait no longer."

Months Later…

Daenerys had reclaimed the Iron Throne with her dragons, Blood-Riders, and Unsullied. She sent word to the Wall. She requested the appearance of Jon Snow before her court.

It was days before she heard anything. When the raven came, she knew something was wrong. It came from Winterfell not the Wall. The message stated that the White Walkers marched on the Wall.

She knew at once what she must do. Dany gathered her men. She ordered her armies ride to the Wall as swiftly as the time would allow.

However, after all was planned and her commanders ready, she had this aching feeling that she was meant to be at the Wall. Something, someone was at the Wall and she must be there now. She went to her Dragons. Dany lightly touched the head of Drogon and spoke to him. "My dear child, you and I must ride again so soon after battle. Our fight is not over."

She climbed onto his back and he lifted into the air. Soaring. Dany always felt so free, so alive while riding Drogon. Rhaegal and Viserion rose with her and Drogon. They could merely sense where she needed to go without any commands at all. They were all one.

She flew over the seven kingdoms of Westeros. As she was coming up to the Wall, all she saw ice and blood and a war raging. She saw in horror the Knights of the Watch and wildings were desperately fighting against the army of the Dead led by the White Walkers. She knew she must act and now. Her armies could not reach here in time. Her time was now. Dany screamed out to her dragons, "Dracarys!"

Flying over the great Wall, Drogon, with her astride, Rhaegal and Viserion took to the battle. Most were taken aback by what they saw in the sky. There were dragons. The world was really ending some of the Men in Black thought. But atop of the Wall, Jon Snow smiled and knew his message had been heard. He gazed at Daenerys like man amazed. Such a woman such a powerful, strong woman to be commanding the dragons with no fear of what she was doing. Truly the Mother of Dragons as he heard.

She took straight to the battle. No holding back. Her dragons rained fire and hell down onto the Army of the Dead. The High Commander of White Walkers who was leading the attack became mad with rage. This should not be happening. He was a god. These Men of the Wall were only men. But somehow the Dragons of old had come again just as he and his kind had.

The Battle of Fire and Ice had truly come.

Daenerys gripped tight onto Drogon as her dragons swept over the ranks of the dead and burned them til there was nothing left. Arrows flew but none hurt her. Drogon swiftly dodged any coming near. The men on the Wall soon were pouring fire water from high on top the Wall. Burning more of the Dead. The army of Dead kept coming but her dragons stayed with it.

Soon the high Commander of the White Walkers knew the day could not be won. He called back what was left of his troops. The retreat of the army of the Dead had commenced.

All around the Men of the Knights Watch and wildings could be heard cheering, screaming cries of joy and relief. Jon Snow had defended the Wall with his life and won. Only he knew if it were not for this beautiful woman with her Dragons, the seven kingdoms would have fallen that day into world of death and despair. Yet she saved them all. Her people. Her home. She was truly Daenerys Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, called Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons.

He had heard her stories across all the land. And she lived up to every word.

After the Daenerys and her dragons tried to get every last one of the fleeing undead and the battle was won, she guided her dragons to land atop the great Wall. Once they touched the ground of the icy Wall, she slowly stepped down from Drogon. She was exhausted from the battle but unburnt from any of the flames. As she collected herself, the Men of Watch all looked upon her as if she were a Dragon herself. None moved except one.

A tall dark figure of a man strode towards her. As he walked, all the other men parted before him. She guessed that this must be the Lord Commander but she could not make out all of him. Her dragons placed themselves close to her. She knew that she was safe though. No harm would come of her. Finally, Jon Snow had made his way towards her. He bowed his head to her as he neared. Once close enough, he kneeled before her. All the Knights of Watch followed suit.

He looked up at her and Dany down at him. Their hearts stopped at that moment. Home. I am home she thought. Coming to Westeros and sitting on the Iron Throne had not made her feel complete until now with this man kneeling before her. He felt the same in an instant. As if he was finally seeing the world for the first time. He pledged his life and sword to her. His promise to the Knights Watch had been fulfilled long ago when he had died. He had come back again for what he did not know until now. It was her. It was always her. Jon's love for Ygritte and Dany's love for Khal Drogo was from another life it seems now. Taken from them, but this love, their love was their own to have. None could take it from them. Dany and Jon were made for each other, a part of each other. The same half of a whole. Dany's fire had met Jon's ice and they were whole.

The Song of Fire and Ice was true to the meaning of every word.