The hot flames seemed to have warmed Jon too much as he divested his tunic and stretched on the bed, evidently too tired or too drunk or too exhausted. Dany watched him, almost amused at his familiarity. She sort of envied his ability to feel warm because she had not slept in less than at least a robe and an underdress since she had come up north.

He was barely keeping his eyes opened by the time she exchanged her formal attire for her sleeping robe, keeping her underdress while she changed. She did notice his eyes follow her movement before hearing his whispered question.

"Are you cold, Dany?" He seemed to want to ask her in a particularly more daring way, judging by the way he stood up straighter, his muscles flexing, but his brain was still too tired to do better.

"I am always cold." Dany replied, a sad tilt to her voice.

She watched him, admiring the full display of taut muscle as she began un-braiding her hair, slowly, her fingers threading through each braid, an action so simple, yet so meaningful. For Jon to see her so unguarded was another reminder of their intimate nights shared on that boat, another hint at the human part of the Dragon Queen.

"Then come and let me keep my Queen warm." Jon smiled slightly as he was reminded of her words back at the waterfalls.

And this was a moment in which they could both let go of all they had been burdened with and just relish in each other's comfort. Daenerys almost laughed at him, but was thankful to accept his invitation and climb into his warm embrace. Strong arms enveloped her and a soft sigh escaped her lips as she finally settled into his welcoming hold. Instantly, a feeling of calm, of safety, took over her body as her head rested over his heart and a hand over his scars.

Jon's fingers slowly drew soothing circles over her lower back, warming her up and still pulling her in closer, needing to reassure himself that she was there, safe. Her hair fell in luscious silver tendrils over his chest, over both their bodies, almost shielding them from the outside world. Her soft, yet ice cold cheek pressed into his chest, drawing heat from his skin.

He was extremely tired and could feel his eyes closing, yet struggled to stay awake to prolong the moment. He knew that she was just as tired if not more than him so he wanted to help her sleep, to hold her and comfort her into getting a good night's sleep. As his lips pressed a gentle kiss atop her head and his hand glided into her hair, playing with it softly until he reached her neck and kneaded her tired muscles.

"Sleep, Dany" a mere whisper spoken into her hair.

Daenerys truly was worn out and she took notice of his tender touches, placing the ghost of a kiss onto his chest, her lips barely brushing over his skin. A small wisp of air fell from her lips, a sigh, as she heard his words and Jon shivered under her. Just with the little gestures, they meant so much more, sharing in the appreciation for finally feeling calm enough to sleep.

And they did fall asleep, immediately, hearts beating in sync, breaths deep and soothing, but not even Jon's presence around her could assure she would get no nightmares.

Flashes of different settings blurred through her mind, images jumping from one to another rapidly, dizzying. She dreamt of Jorah, of their journey through the desert and the misery they had endured, she only saw him, she could not speak, she did not even have time. One moment she was there, the next she was in Mereen, in the arena, attacked and surrounded, the next she was being dragged along by the Dothraki, followed by being forced to yet again witness Viserion's death Beyond the Wall and topped with the face of the Night King staring unaffected at her. She kept flashing through all her terrible memories before she was jolted into another vision.

This time it was Cersei, towering over her from afar, sitting defiantly on the Iron Throne. She sensed another presence near her and saw Jon walk up next to her. The room was lined with tens of barrels, suspicion making Dany weary of this setting.

"If I won't have the Throne, then no one will!" Cersei declared, her voice like poison. Suddenly, bright green flames erupting all around her.

Wildfire. Dany remembered being told by Tyrion about it. Yet it was overwhelming, it exploded all around her, an endless fire. And she panicked, looking over at Jon. She could feel the flames effectively burning her clothes, yet, as any other flames, they did not burnher flesh. But Jon…Aegon. He was a true heir, but his blood was not purely Targaryen and even if it were, Viseryon had been a fair example that pure blood was not an assurance that he was a true dragon.

"JON!" She yelled out, a scream muffled by the flames, but she started moving, not even caring about the agonizing screams of Cersei as she burned along with the Throne that has caused so much death and suffering. The Lannister tyrant deserved to die this most painful death, from her very own weapon.

And, as she had begun moving, Dany felt another bolt of dizziness, the scenario changing with a bright green flash. For a moment she was assaulted by whispers, countless voices without body, eerily reminiscent of the time in the House of the Undying. She could only make out a few words, which were spoken like harsh gasps against her ears: treason, beware, poison, truth, love, madness, secret, family…death

Cold shivers ran over her entire body, a fear unjustified, but so powerful taking over her. It wouldn't be the first time that her dreams and visions would hold some truth to them, turning out to be more of a warning than a dream. And she abruptly felt swept away from the scene, her body almost hurting from the pull.

Then Dany was flying, fast and fearful, Drogon blowing fire at the walls to what seemed like King's Landing. She could see the multitude of weapons that Cersei had prepared for her dragons, could hear Rhaegal screech in the distance. She turned around, panicked, seeing Rhaegal barely dodging the multitude of arrows flying his way. It was chaos, she could make out the armies battling in the field, fear gripping her heart at knowing that Jon was there commanding the attack, screams and clattering of swords ringing in her ears.

She plunged into the gates, dragon fire sweeping over much of the outer wall and destroying some of those dragon sized crossbows, but arrows kept flying at her and she was just too focused on Jon to see the arrow that missed Drogon, but, instead, sliced right through her side. And then, even worse than the immense pain that erupted in her body was the loud growl of Rhaegal as he was struck down violently by multiple arrows.

Her heart soared with pain and anger and grief. Her dragon collapsed right onto the battlefield and she surged with fire over the walls again, destroying with rage all the remaining Scorpions. Her vision was clouded with rage, with need to avenge her dragon, yet her body was not only emotionally damaged, but also physically. And, in a rush of pain and dizziness, when Drogon rose high to dive for another blow, Dany's body failed to obey her, for the first time not being able to hold onto Drogon as she felt herself falling fast, her whole world spinning as she plummeted to her death.

And that's how she woke with a startle, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat covering her body, shivers raking over her in terror and trepidation. She looked back at Jon, seeing his eyes opening slowly, before taking in her appearance and quickly growing concerned.

The morning sun crept inside the chamber, a sign that, even though she had dreamt so much, they had actually gotten a full night of sleep.

"Dany, what's happened?" Jon reached over to take her back into his arms, seeing very clearly how shaken up she was.

"I had a terrible dream" Daenerys whispered back, not even caring how vulnerable she sounded or looked because she needed Jon, she needed to have comfort and feel safe after the things that had been playing out in her dreams. Allowing herself this moment of baring her soul, of simply drawing strength from Jon.

Jon simply took her into his embrace, protectively bringing her closer, tucking her head under his chin, feeling small puffs of air over his neck as she tried to ease her breathing. One palm soothed up and down her back, while the other tangled softly into her hair. He was never too good at comforting people, much less with words, so he held her close, rocking their bodies lightly.

They were interrupted suddenly by a knock on the door and Dany pulled back, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder in gratitude. She knew that it was probably Missandei, which was immediately confirmed as the woman called out to her, to see if she could enter. Jon, of course, had stumbled out of bed immediately, in search of his tunic, a situation mildly amusing, almost making her forget about her nightmare. She turned to him, walking up to help him tie his laces quicker.

"Will you come back tonight?" Dany whispered, and he looked back at her in a gentle, way, his fingers threading in her hair and pulling her closer to kiss her chin as he consented.

And, with that and the complete certainty that her friend would never divulge their secret, she called for her to enter. After a brief, awkward greeting, Missandei told them that they were both expected in the Council chamber.


"Your Grace, we still suggest we go to Dragonstone, to better regroup from there, to be closer to King's Landing and start planning the siege." Tyrion advised her, when they had all gathered.

"I will not travel such long distances until Rhaegal is fully healed." Dany replied, knowing that her dragon was wounded badly enough to hinder his usual strength.

"Our men need time to heal, as well" Sansa spoke up, her voice still cold and almost reproachful towards Dany for putting her dragon's health above the people's.

"And they shall have it. Until then, you will send word to Yara Greyjoy and any other Lord that could help and start planning the siege." Daenerys eyed Tyrion and Varys pointedly.

"We could regroup back at Dragonstone in a fortnight, when we will have more insight on what Cersei has done and who else stands with us. We shall gather everyone and end Cersei's tyranny for good." The Queen insisted, knowing that information was valuable and their best option would be to take their time to heal and prepare a better, well thought-out plan.

"Why not just assassinate Cersei and avoid the war altogether?" Arya spoke for the first time, eyeing both Jon and Dany.

"It's not that easy. We need people's trust and understanding, not their weariness and fear." Jon responded, knowing that however easier it seemed, it was not really viable.

"Also, my sister has had time to be paranoid and scheme all kinds of plots to prevent this exact thing. She is not stupid. We should not underestimate her." Tyrion supplied quickly after Jon, his tone grave.

"We won't. That's why we will plan this war properly. Why you will think of every possible thing she could be doing and advise us how to prepare to defeat her." Dany agreed, knowing that Tyrion was right and that whilst Arya's suggestion was great in theory, it was likely not applicable in this situation. People needed to have a public explanation, not a silent assassination, unexplained and a new ruler just thrust upon them.

"Yes, Your Grace." Varys replied, having stood silent until then. He was glad to be once again in a position of significance, after having felt so out of character to be hiding and feeling so helpless during the battle. He had missed putting his mastery into practice and now could return to what he did best.


So, tonight is the ending. This was an EPIC TV show, one that has made us feel so much, no matter if we'll be mad or sad or disappointed, it is the finale and we are going to say goodbye to a beautiful cast, magnificent music and incredible cinematography.

We all know it's not going to be happy, so, until then I wanted to post this as a little distraction from the anticipation. The nightmare scenes were things that I did imagine would happen at some point, but didn't on the show and won't happen in the story, either. Or will they?

Also, there is the problem of Jon's ability or inability to not burn. I don't know if we will get any information about that on the show, but I do have a theory…you will read about it here, in a later chapter.

I would like to hear if there are any particular theories that you would like me to add into this story. Especially after the finale, when all of those intricate theories will be left unanswered and unaddressed.

Thank you for reading and please leave your thoughts in the review section!

Valar Morghulis !