Hello again! So I'm doing some edits on the story, mostly chapter titles. I'm going to write the POV and location, just remember that the "present" would be taking place only in Winterfell at the moment. Hopefully, you all like this new chapter. Updates may become a bit more irregular because I'm getting ready to go into surgery so I'm not sure what updates will look like.
He finds her on the cliffs again. Not on Lyanna's cliff as she was yesterday but at the cliff where their dragons and direwolf tended to rest. They had spent the rest of the day before holding each other, imagining a life that might have been with their little girl.
He imagined her first steps, holding her hand in the Red Keep or here in the halls of Dragonstone. Teaching her how to how to ride, how to hold a sword, for no child of his was going to be defenseless. He could almost hear her voice calling him Papa as she would run towards him.
They had held each other at night as well. Dany had refused to be alone and asked him to stay the night. And he was never going to deny her his affection ever again.
He still wasn't sure what this new life would bring or if he and Dany would be blessed with another child but he will always dream of forming a family with the woman he loves.
Ghost and Rhaegal notice his arrival and both demand his attention. He laughs at their behavior especially when they knock him to the ground. He hears Dany's laughter and his amusement grows.
"I'm going to get hurt one of these days and your mother is not going to be happy about that," he points out to their beastly children. Both direwolf and dragon simply let out matching huffs of breath. He can even feel their smugness in his mind.
She'll never be angry with us.
He can hear Dany's laughter as she probably feels Rhaegal's thoughts through her bond with him.
"My sweet boys let your father stand, I sent for him for a reason," Dany says and both beasts step away and allow him to stand. They receive some caresses from their mother before turning their attention back to their siblings.
Dany walks towards him a smile on her face, he holds his arms open and she steps into them, wrapping her arms around him.
"Thank you for staying with me last night. It was the first time I've really slept since I came back," she admits, and he kisses the top of her head.
"Anything. Anything you want or need from me I'll give," he vows.
They stand there in silence. Silence had brought them peace since their reunion. It gave them time to think and enjoy the simplicity of their presences.
"Yesterday we agreed no more secrets and to be completely honest with each other," Dany starts, pulling away from him to look into his eyes.
"We did," he agrees, wary of what else she could have kept from him.
"I… I need your help. I can't… I haven't…" she struggles to reveal whatever is bothering her.
"I'll help with whatever it is Dany," he says trying to soothe her.
"Drogon."
He understands then. Since he's been on the island, not once had he seen her fly on Drogon.
"Dany… the fleet sails for Dorne tonight," he points out and he watches her eyes fill with fear and tears.
"I know that Jon! I've tried. Since I came back. I've tried but every time I do I go back to that day. I see the flames, the destruction, I hear the screams of fear and horror and I can't…"
She's trying to keep herself together, that much he can see. But he can also see how deep her fear runs. An idea crosses his mind and he takes her hand in his, leading her to the largest of the dragons.
"Jon?" she asks as he stands in front of her fiercest child.
"Drogon, you know why your mother won't mount you. What she's afraid of," he reminds the dragon, who, like his brothers and Ghost, remembers through the memories he and Dany have. He feels the assertion from the dragon and keeps talking.
"She's scared and we may need to go into battle tonight. I need her to feel safe and be able to ride alone with you while I ride on Rhaegal," he feels his understanding and continues.
"But right now, I need to ride you with her, so she doesn't feel alone up there. So, she'll know and understand that I will never leave her alone again. Please, Drogon."
It feels like the dragon is staring into his soul as neither of them blinks. Drogon moves his head forward and gives him a slight push with his snout before turning and baring his shoulder for them to climb on.
"Thank you, Drogon," he says softly guiding Dany towards the dragon. She turns to look at him, stopping them before they could climb up.
"Jon," she whispers, and he takes her hand and places a kiss on the back of it.
"You are Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, and for us to succeed tonight we need you to be that. I know that I'm asking a lot from you, that I'm asking you to trust me and put aside the memory of what happened and if there was another way I would take it to spare you all of it, but I can't," he explains and she nods knowing that it is true.
"I trust you. But for me to be who you want me to be, I need you to do the same," she tells him. "As much as I love him, I can't do this with Jon Snow. Jon Snow was the man who betrayed me, who could not accept that I was of his blood and love me regardless of that, who chose to be a wolf and killed the last dragons. I can't have that man up there with me."
It feels like he's getting stabbed with each fault she points out but she's right. He looks away trying to gather his thought and understand what she's asking of him. They've revealed who she is to her allies and advisors but he has yet to truly accept who he needs to be.
"Do you understand Jon?"
"Kill the boy…" he says remembering the wise words his great-granduncle told him at the wall.
"What?" Dany asks confused by this.
"Our Uncle Aemon, when I was Lord Commander, he told me I needed to kill the boy and let the man be born," he explains to her. "I thought I had done so when I let the Freefolk past the Wall, but I didn't. The boy was Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell, who felt that he wasn't worthy of anything, not even love," he looks at her again. "He died. He died the minute he betrayed his love and his queen. Jon Snow died with you Dany and he can't come back. I need to be the man, I need to be Aegon Targaryen, for you and for me."
He sees her joy at this, and she moves closer to him seeming to want to kiss him but stops herself, and instead places a kiss on his cheek before pulling away.
"Thank you," she says softly before climbing up Drogon. He's quick to follow and sits behind her.
"What should I hold on to?" he says teasingly reminding them both of their first experience of flight together and he hears her giggle.
"Whatever you can," she answers playfully.
He wraps his arms around her middle and his heart begins to pound as Drogon walks towards the edge of the cliff before diving towards the sea below.
Flying feels just as glorious as it did in his last life. He feels Rhaegal's jealousy in his mind as Drogon begins to show off and tries to show his mother that there's more to being a dragon than the destruction they had caused.
I'll ride you soon, don't worry.
He holds Dany tighter and even risks a few kisses on her neck. She relaxes in his arms and he can feel her enjoying herself.
Eventually, they need to land, and they can't stop themselves from laughing just from pure joy. As they dismount, he feels something building in his blood.
Fire.
Looking into her eyes and he sees the same is happening to her and before either of them realizes it their lips meet, not gently but with all the passion they have held back, not only from this life but from the past one as well.
He missed this, he missed her. He missed the feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her mouth. He missed the way her fingers pulled at his curls and at his clothes. The memory of the last time he had kissed her threatens to come out and he pushes it back. He loves her and he will try to show her how much every day for the rest of their lives.
"Aegon," he hears her moan and it just makes the fire burn hotter in him.
A growl makes them separate, both completely breathless and wanting for more. Thankfully Drogon's body covers them from unwanted eyes.
"Y… your Grace," a voice stutters and more growls join the first as short steps approach them before they stop.
He groans knowing who it is and he tries his best to push down the anger that rises every time he sees him.
The Imp.
The one who convinced him and pushed him to kill his love, his Dany. He had betrayed his queen both with Sansa and Varys. He hated the man and did not trust him as he once did. Daenerys seems to regain her composure before he does and responds to the little man.
"Yes, Lord Tyrion?"
"My Queen, we are awaiting you and Lord Snow to go over the plans one last time," Tyrion calls out.
His growls join those of their children as he hears his bastard name. All the others had begun to refer to him as Lord Targaryen or Lord Aegon, even if he was still getting used to it. However, the dwarf insisted to call him Snow and did not fail to put in doubt his claim of being a Targaryen any opportunity he had. Instead of releasing his anger he channels it to kisses, moving his mouth up and down his Queen's neck, sucking on the places he knows bring her the greatest pleasure. She tries to hide her moan as she continues to address her Hand.
"I will join you all in a moment," she struggles to keep her voice from trembling.
"Are you alright, your Grace?" the dwarf asks.
His lips make their way to his queen's ear before whispering breathlessly, "Get rid of him. Make him go away."
She tugs at his curls, making him moan before he continues his assault.
"I'm fine Tyrion. Please leave I…" her voice falters for a second when his hand accidentally brushes against her breast. "I needed some time alone with my thoughts, give me a few more moments to collect them."
"Alright, I'll gather everyone to the War Room. Have you by chance seen Lord Snow?" the Hand asks.
"NO!" she exclaims when he sucks on an extremely sensitive spot.
The Dwarf of Casterly Rock says nothing and walks away then.
She pulls him off her neck with a tug on his hair.
"I hate him," he says panting.
"I know, I know you do and knowing what we know, I don't trust him as I once did," she says caressing his face as they both try to collect themselves.
"Then get another Hand, another Spymaster," he argues.
"I will once I find people to fill those positions," she tells him.
"Lady Olenna seems to be a good candidate," he points out.
"Maybe, but I would like to get to know her more before I make any decisions."
"Alright."
He attempts to straighten her hair and help her look presentable for the upcoming meeting but he's sure they are both messes.
The desire in her eyes hasn't left and he knows they both wish to be together.
"I want you. I want to be with you," she admits.
"We will soon. When we're both ready," he assures her, placing one last kiss on her lips.
He offers his arm and she accepts it. Ghost loyally follows after them as they both make their way to the War Room together as Aegon and Daenerys Targaryen.
