Another short chapter but I will write while inspiration is present. As stated in the last chapter I won't make myself write in order this time because it makes writing harder for me so sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for the positive reactions!
The captain had told them that they should be arriving at Dragonstone within the next hour and he can't fight the dread and hope he has growing inside of him. He's going to see her again. He's going to see the love of his life again. After what he did... after he…
He closes his eyes as it gets harder to breathe and the memory begins to take over.
The ashes… the throne… her lips… her blood.
He feels Ghost's tongue lick the palm of his hand, bringing him back. His faithful companion looks up at him with his red eyes, wagging his tail, and he remembers he did not bring him South last time.
He's going to make sure to do many things differently this time.
"Well, you're awfully broody today. More than usual so it couldn't be the nightmares that have kept you up recently. Are you really this nervous to meet the Dragon Queen?" he hears Davos ask him as he closes the door.
"Daenerys," he's quick to correct, "her name is Daenerys."
"Alright…" Davos says but he can tell there's a lingering question in his closest adviser's voice.
And before the Onion Knight can walk away, he knows he must tell him the truth. That someone besides them needs to know.
"Ser Davos, there are things you need to know before we arrive."
And so, in the privacy of his quarters, he reveals to his Hand the truth. All his failures, all his regrets, and what his real purpose is for going to Dragonstone.
He watches as the older man sits in both horror and awe of everything he's revealed. He seems to struggle to say words.
"Well you really fucked up, lad," Ser Davos says with a chug of his ale and he can't help but laugh at his assessment of the situation.
"Aye I did, we all did," he runs his hands through his hair before lowering his head into his hands.
"So what are your plans?" Davos asks.
"Beg for forgiveness, pray she doesn't burn me alive on the spot, hope not to break down in the throne room as soon as I see her," he answers, refusing to lift his head.
"Well if that's the case, it might be best for me to do the talking. I can tell you won't be able to handle any sort of dialogue or you just might kill us both."
And it's decided that his Hand will do most of the talking when they land. He prepared himself the best he could but upon seeing Tyrion Lannister and Varys awaiting his group his temper flares, knowing that they too were responsible for what occurred in the future. He only manages to calm down when he hears Missandei instructing them to hand over their weapons.
Suddenly a roar is heard directly above them and a large green dragon lands on the beach, startling everyone, including the Queen's advisors.
Rhaegal.
He can feel the bond that had begun growing between him and the dragon become alive again and burn deeper into him as he truly accepts who and what he is.
I've missed you boy. I promise you won't let you, your brother or your mother fall again.
His promise causes the dragon to roar once more and walk towards him until he can caress him once again. He hears gasps from those present, but he ignores them. What does shock him is watching Ghost walk up to Rhaegal and after an instant of smells and taking each other in, Ghost stands on his hind legs and places his front legs on Rhaegal's snout. The wolf howls and the dragon shake his head, knocking the wolf off before roaring and flying away to join his brothers, Ghost running off to chase after them.
He can't help but smile as he walks back to the group.
"I think its best to not keep the Queen waiting," he announces and after a moment they all begin the long track up to the castle. He ignores Tyrion's attempt at small talk and just tries to focus on getting to his queen. The door of the throne room opens and just as before she is sitting on the dragonglass throne looking as regal and majestic as she did the first time, he saw her.
He hears her titles, but his eyes stare into hers not caring about anything else and he knows.
She remembers…
"Jon Snow," he hears the beautiful sound of her voice and his legs give out.
It begins to get hard to breathe again; this vision starts to dim, and his surroundings change to the throne room in the Red Keep. Ashes in air, buildings destroyed, the Iron Throne is there, and he sees himself standing there getting ready to kiss her and he knows what's next…
Jon!
Jon!
He keeps hearing different voices calling his name, but he can't look away.
Jon!
Jon!
My love.
That one makes him react. He feels a soft hand on his face, and he can't help but lean into it. The hand turns his head, away from the sight before him and he sees his love, his queen, kneeling before him with a soft smile and tears in her eyes.
"I forgave you, my love. Don't torture yourself with what you did, what we did. We have another chance to make things right and we will get it right this time."
He hugs her and holds her as tight as he can, letting go of the tears he's held back since his return, since the moment he committed his greatest mistake.
"I love you, Dany."
"I love you too, Jon."