"Do you think Im mad?"
It was a simple question that required a very simple answer. Yes would have been the correct answer but the safe answer, that would keep him from the infamous Targaryen wrath...was no. Tyrion, who slightly hesitated, not sure how to answer, stood from his chair in the Queen's chamber, walked to the small round table and poured himself a glass of wine.
Slowly drinking the thick red liquid Tyrion took a moment to gather his thoughts.
"No not entirely..." Tyrion said with a quick side glance at Daenerys. Her expression was blank as she sat patiently waiting the rest of his response. Tyrion held in his sigh of relief when she didn't explode in a fit of dragon rage. Tyrion completely turned to face her. "I don't think your idea is completely mad...but it does present a lot of complications..."He sat his cup of wine down and slowly moved closer to the Queen.
"Complications?..." She said with a raised brow.
"Yes...even if Missandei agreed to this and she gave birth to a child—how would you explain the way the child looks? Missandei doesn't exactly look like you and I." He said with raised eye brows to further prove his point.
"The Targaryen genes are strong—"
"—And yet Jon has black hair and Stark eyes.."
"The child would have Stark features, still of royal blood—"
"—You know that is not what I mean Daenerys." He said having reached over taking her hand into his. Tyrion's tone was soft when he spoke again. "What if the child doesn't have any Stark features—looks exactly like Missandei. The child would be bastard. None of the remaining noble houses would allow that."
"I meant what I said, I will break the wheel—no other noble house will sit on the Iron Throne but a Targaryen. I will not allow the peace I created to be destroyed. A bastard Is a Targaryen may I remind you, King of the North—"
"Yes but this child would not be Jon." He said trying to reason with her. Her temper was beginning to rear its ugly head. "Missandei is your dearest friend, do you believe she would give up her child?"
"I cannot have another child..." She replied with a hard tone.
"You must try again my Queen...when you're ready—"
"I've lost four sons Tyrion." Daenerys said her eyes locked firmly on the imp. "All taken from me."
Tyrion was quite then. He would not pretend to understand her grief but he was her hand. His duty to her was to advised her with reality and truth. To keep her from going mad.
"A Targaryen will sit on the Throne and continue the peace you have fought for...A child from you my Queen and no one else."
A silence fell over them like a thick blanket. Tyrion was almost scared to breathe. The Dragon Queen wasn't exactly rational when her temper flared. After another brief moment Daenerys shoulders slumped slightly.
"I thank you for your Council my lord."
Tyrion knew that was his que to leave. He squeezed her hand once more before leaving.
There was another moment of silence as Daenerys ponders over what Tyrion said. He had a point. There would be too many complications. What if the child wasn't of dragon blood? Couldn't command a dragon? What if the child resembles Missandei more?
Daenerys shook her head her over active thoughts too much. There once was a point in time she thought herself untouchable—a God. The mother of Dragon—breaker of chains—the unburnt! Every obstacle that came before her she conquered with ease. Every enemy she burnt!
However, when Viserion died she knew at that moment she could be hurt—that something out there was greater than her. It terrified her greatly. That she mother of dragons was afraid?! unconsciously her had went to her bare shoulder although the scar barely visible it still left in impacting impression on her.
Daenerys couldn't remember that last time she actually saw her own blood. She almost forgot what it looked like.
The fight against the Night king was like a slap to her person. She almost thought herself mighty it was as if everything around her was crumbling. She wasn't as strong as she thought herself to be.
And the one thing her physical body was designed to do it couldn't!
What good is a Queen if she cannot bare children?!
It was never hard to find Jon he was always where the people were. He understood the common folk in a way Daenerys never could. Maybe because he was treated like a commoner most of his life by the late Lady Stark. If lady Stark could see him now she'd be rolling in her grave. Tyrion chuckled slightly, catching the attention of Jon.
He gently ushered the person he was conversing with away.
"Tyrion..."
"Lord Stark!" Tyrion greeted eagerly. "May we speak in private?"
Jon knew by the look on his face it was serious. He nodded and ushered him into a empty hallway away from prying eyes.
"Our Queen needs you." His voice was filled with urgency.
"Did she put you up to this?"
Tyrion rolled his eyes. "I'm her hand not lap dog" he said with a snort.
Jon simply raised a brow.
"I know what she plans for you and Missandei—"
"—I refuse to partake her in her plan—" His voice jaded.
"And I completely agree and thats why I tried talking her out of it!" If Jon was surprised Tyrion said nothing "That's why I need you to continue to talk her out of it. Daenerys still has enemies who at the slightly opportunity wouldn't hesitate to take the throne from her. The only Targaryen child that would sit on the throne will be from you and her! Missandei cannot carry this child, if anyone were to find out of the Queens plans, Missandei and the child life would be in danger!" Tyrion exclaimed.
Jon for a second stood taking everything in before speaking. "You of all people know how stubborn she can be.." he said with a heavy sigh.
"You must try Jon...she feels like she has failed you somehow."
Jon stood in shock at his words. Daenerys could never fail him. Didn't she know that?!
Im sorry for the long wait. I've been very busy with my personal life. I want to explain this chapter a bit. I'm not trying to make Dany seem weak, I'm trying to make this realistic in her emotions. Before knowing about the Nigt king, Dany basically was top dog. She deafeated every enemy, had a large army can't be hurt by fire and three fucking dragons. I would be feeling myself too if I were her. But then here comes the Night king. He did the one thing no one could do..kill her dragon. You can imagine the wake up call Dany got! And having to fight an army of the undead that would leave anyone scarred mentally. Anyways that's all. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and leave review. Oh and shout out to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorite. I appreciate y'all. Much love!