A/N: Hello my faithful readers! Thank you guys for pointing out my mistake. Put my other stories chapter 10 as this one. Whoops! Anyways, we are getting to the good stuff! We finally meet the dragons, and we meet up with our favourite sarcastic knight and Kingslayer.
Disclaimer: I do not own HBO, A Song of Ice and Fire Series, or anything that resembles content from the book or show.
Song used is the cover of Skye Boat Song by Ella Roberts. Youtube it, it's beautiful! Just about used The Dragonborn Comes, but thought better of it haha
Jon's POV:
My Aunt followed minutes later from a vantage point where she had mounted Drogon, flying down to us. I stepped forward first as Drogon landed.
I did not reach up right away to touch the dragon, but let the giant beast approach me. While I ungloved one hand to let him smell me, Destiny was already singing a song into the breeze.
As Drogon let me approach him, I heard Destiny's soft voice. I touched his snout, not afraid of the possibility it might not work. Destiny had assured me it would. The dragon nuzzled into my touch before stepping back and letting out a chuff.
Looking to where I last saw Destiny, I only saw a pile of her clothes. She had warned me that she didn't want to lose these clothes to dragon fire, but all I could think of was the possibility of her belly swollen with our child. And how this dragon she was serenading might take her away from me. Her voice rose and lilted as Rhaegal and Viserion danced in the sky.
We all watched, entranced with her, standing only in her small clothes, belting out a song from her mother's ancestral homeland she had sung me back in her world.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
I smiled, watching as the dragons landed, entranced by her song, blowing flames above her head. She reached out, letting the flames caress her skin. The dragons bathed her in fire, and I watched as she laughed, as if it tickled. Once they stopped, her small clothes were ashes at her feet, but I was quick to cover her with my cloak.
"It's impossible," Tyrion said, averting his eyes, like the other males, so Destiny could redress.
"No, not impossible. We've told you that Destiny is not of this world. Our magic doesn't affect her the same," Bran said, voice cold and distant. I knew that the truth was she was pregnant and now carried the blood of the Dragon in her. It protected her, and Bran assured me that it would continue even after she gave birth.
"And Jon… Aegon… the dragons have never approached anyone like they did for him, except myself. What was that song? They seemed entranced," Daenerys asked.
"A song of my world."
"Viserion," Destiny cooed, tossing the dragon a fish from her second bag. He snapped it up in the air, and bowed his head so Destiny could touch his snout.
"I will protect you as I would my own child. Your mother would be lost without even one of you," Destiny crooned to the dragon, rubbing the soft underside of his jaw. He chuffed happily as Dany dismounted Drogon.
"I saw that vision. Did it truly happen?" She asked me, a scared look on her face.
"Yes. The Night King would bring him back as part of his army, using his flame to melt the wall and bring the Long Night to Westeros. This isn't a trick. If you want to tempt it, we will capture a wight, but our time is better-spent gathering allies. With your permission, I would like to take Viserion out to grab Highgarden's gold."
"Destiny, you shouldn't be flying," I said, as Rhaegal approached me. I held a hand out to the dragon, and was surprised by how easily he let me stroke his snout and the underside of his jaw, a gentle rumbling sounding from in his throat.
"Jon, I'm pregnant, not elderly. Women fly all the time in my world. You would be surprised at how much we 'pregnant, fragile women' can actually do," She said, turning to Daenerys. She seemed almost amused by Destiny's shirk off of my worry.
"Those women had seat belts to keep them from falling," I said quietly.
"We 'fragile women' are a force to be reckoned with," Daenerys smiled at my wife.
"I'm sorry for my cold attitude earlier. I knew how you would take no longer being the heir apparent, and I am fiercely protective of him," Destiny replied apologetically.
"I commend you on that, as I felt the same way about Drogo. But I suppose you knew that."
"Yes. But for me, I know I am not worthy of him or his position. I was no one special in my world, and I am only someone special here because of him."
"So, shall we?" Destiny smiled, inviting Daenerys. My Aunt smiled coolly, "Let us show them why you don't play with fire."
Destiny's POV:
Our flight to Highgarden was silent, except for the wind ripping past us. Jon atop Rhaegal, myself on Viserion and Dany on Drogon, enjoying the cool sunlight and scenery. I was taking it in, thankful that flying hadn't made me feel ill. Jon still flew close to me, worried I might fall.
I spotted the caravan of soldiers first, sweeping around the back to confuse them. The Dothraki army was on their way, riding fast and hard to catch up to us. But we were the first line.
"Dracarys," I spoke to Viserion. He screeched, before a billowing pillar of flame erupted from his mouth, engulfing the back on the caravan. I took out the trailer that carried the Ballista, effectively cutting off the snake's head. After that it was a matter of picking off the stragglers, and ones that tried to flee.
"The Lion Cub is mine!" I yelled, dismounting Viserion, and sending him back up to his brothers.
"Destiny, NO!" Jon said, and I didn't hear anymore. I worked my way through burning hordes of Lannister soldiers, cutting down more in my path as they ran up to fight me.
"Oh Little Lannister!" I sang, pulling my one sword out of another victim.
"Who's that?" I heard a familiar voice. Ah, Bronn. I smirked at the two of them, panting and covered in soot from battling dragon fire.
"No one I've ever met," Jaime said,
"My King requests your presence," I laughed, watching as Bronn attempted to lead Jamie away.
"You can't hide behind Cersei's skirts here," I taunted.
"Who is she? You piss off another woman?" I heard Bronn say as I followed them.
"I can smell your fear, the only reason that I'm here, is to wreak havoc," I sang as I gained on them.
I watched them look back at me before Viserion landed in front of them, effectively scaring them onto their asses.
"Good boy," I said, knocking their swords away with a quick kick.
"Jamie Lannister, Bronn of the Blackwater," I addressed them, as they stared up the blades of my swords.
"Who the fuck are you?" Bronn said, making me smirk. I wanted to break his arm, or a leg for the tone he used, like I was an inconsequential little girl, who didn't deserve to lick his boots.
"The Queen," I smirked.
"You don't look like one."
"More warrior than Queen at the moment," Jon called, as Rhaegal set down beside Viserion.
"Hello my love," I smiled as Jon strode up to me.
"You are mad you know," He huffed quietly, giving me a sly smile.
"I know. I embrace it," I said,
"Bastard?" Jaime said, confused at seeing Jon this far south.
"Oh, he's not a bastard," I smirked, "He is the King."
"I heard they were calling you the King in the North, but that doesn't make you legitimate."
"A lie protected me from your good brother's wrath. For if he knew who my father was, it wouldn't matter that my mother was his 'love'. Give me a reason I shouldn't cut you down, right here, for what you did to my cousin?" Jon said, looking murderous.
"Bran holds no grudge. Well, not anymore. I still do," I said, shrugging, "And Jaime still holds a purpose."
"Cousin?" Jamie said, "Cersei won't surrender King's Landing for me."
"Cersei doesn't care about you the way you believe, anyways. She was fucking Lancel while you were away, and several other 'men'. Ugh, It's amazing no one has a disease from her, the way she treats her body like a brothel."
"I don't believe you," Jaime sneered.
"Oh really?" Danyerys's voice said as she landed Drogon. All three dragons surrounded us, making it very intimidating for Jaime and Bronn.
"We're fucked," Bronn eloquently put. As we heard the Dothraki coming up over the hill.
"Ah, right on time," I smiled at Dany.
"They will secure the gold, and bring it back to Dragonstone."
"And then we should think about sending it to Braavos. The kingdom's debt being paid will put us in good standing with the Iron Bank."
"What of my men?" Jaime asked, reminding me of his presence, trying not to cower under the snarls of the dragons.
"They will be given a choice. Join, or burn. Either way, we won't be giving the Night King anymore troops."
"Troops?" Jon asked.
"Something from my world. The military would call their soldiers a myriad of names. Troops, soldiers, maggots. I thoroughly laugh at that last one. Even in my world, you are considered lower than dirt until you prove yourself."
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Bronn asked.
"Stand, both of you," I smiled. They got to their feet, questioning why they were allowed to stand, before I gave a roundhouse kick to Jamie's head, knocking him out cold.
"KO!" I yelled, laughing, as Bronn looked down at his friend's unconscious body. Didn't even notice me wind up to do the exact same to him, sending him face first and drooling into the ash and dirt.
"Remind me never to get you angry," Dany said, an eyebrow raised at me.
"I would advise against it. Okay! Jon, you grab a horse and some help, I will tie them up," I said rubbing my hands together, as Jon sighed.
"Just, remember to take it easy," He said, kissing me, and putting a hand on my stomach reverently.
"I will."