Tyrion woke up feeling remarkably better than the previous day. There was a slight headache but he was sure that it would disappear soon. He had been drinking more than usual in the past few months. The stress of planning a conquest was taking its toll on the dwarf but drinking had always helped him in the past, so he decided that he would drink more to ease the stress that he suffered from.
Adding to his worries was the hidden Targaryen in the North. Tyrion had liked Jon Snow when they rode to the Wall and even when he came to Dragonstone telling stories of dead men, Tyrion still liked and believed him. But as the relationship between Daenerys and Jon progressed, Tyrion felt there was less for him to do. The Queen didn't seek his counsel as much nor did she spend as much time with him and her other advisors. Thus, the little Lannister was drinking more than ever before.
Deep down, Tyrion knew he was being irrational. If he didn't drink as much, then the Queen would seek his counsel more but with the lack of whores in the castle of Dragonstone, he was forced to drink away his problems. Oh how I wish there were whores here. These Dothraki seem to only like strength and don't appreciate the strength of a wise mind so it seems I will have to wait awhile until I can finally feel the touch of a woman again. Tyrion sighed at his thoughts. Shae, if only you didn't betray me.
Tyrion got dressed and soon was ready to begin his day. He looked across the room and saw a pitcher of wine. He looked at it longingly but after a few moments, he shook his head. Not this early in the day. He left the room ready to be the Hand of the Queen that he knew he could be.
He had become oddly fond of the island of Dragonstone and its castle. It was in these walls where he first felt like he was important to someone. Yes, Tyrion was in control of Meereen whilst Daenerys was missing but it didn't feel right to him. But when he first arrived at Dragonstone and began planning Daenerys' conquest, it felt like she wanted him by her side. He liked these halls for the reminder that he was important. As he made his way to the throne room, Tyrion vowed to himself that he would become an important advisor to Daenerys again but deep down he knew it was a difficult thing to ask of himself. To go against my family is something that shouldn't be asked of me. I can't wish for Jaime's death and as much as I don't like Cersei, I cannot wish for her death too. She is my sister no matter what. Perhaps I can find a solution where Daenerys and Jon…Aegon…The last two Targaryens take the throne but Cersei and Jaime live.
Jon awoke not sure how he was feeling. Much of the dream had consisted of his childhood with Robb, Arya and to a small extent, Sansa. But just before he woke up, the scenery changed and he was on Dragonstone. In front of him was his mother, looking very much like Arya. She had a winter rose in her hair and looked beautiful. Next to her was someone who resembled Daenerys. He had silver hair just like her but his eyes were of a darker colour. A deep purple rather than Dany's violet eyes.
'My son' were the only words he said before Jon woke up. Rhaegar Targaryen. Father. Jon looked to the side and saw Daenerys sleeping peacefully. She looked far more relaxed when she didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders. She had a small smile on her face and whatever the dream was, it was clearly making her happy. 'Jon' Daenerys whispered in her sleep and it made Jon laugh quietly before he leaned in and kissed her forehead. He got changed and quickly left the room, leaving Daenerys asleep in their bed. He needed to clear his thoughts and the best way Jon knew how was to spar with someone.
The sun was just appearing and it looked like it would be a fine day. There were hardly any clouds in sight but there was a wintery breeze early in the morning. Jon didn't feel the cold breeze. He wasn't sure if it was because he had suffered cold far harsher than this for the entirety of his life, the fact he died and perhaps didn't feel the cold anymore, or because he was the blood of the dragon. All he cared about as he descended to the training grounds was Rhaegar Targaryen.
There were some Unsullied including one that Daenerys said was called Grey Worm. They have some interesting names. No words were required as Jon descended the steps and walked towards Grey Worm. A slight nod between the pair and they were in position to begin their spar. Jon unsheathed Dark Sister. There was still some lingering pain in his left arm from the cut he received in the Battle of the Goldroad but it didn't bother him too much as he was right-handed.
However, when he had both hands on the sword, the sharp pain returned. He was determined to battle through the pain though as Dark Sister met Grey Worm's spear. Greyworm pushed forward, causing Jon to step back and duck underneath his spear. Jon took a few steps away from Grey Worm to recompose himself. He was surprised by the quickness that the man possessed but it wasn't something that Jon couldn't handle. I hope.
Jon waited for Grey Worm to attack him and when he did, Jon deflected his spear each time with Dark Sister. He had become far better at fighting against spears since he arrived on Dragonstone. Daily spars with the Unsullied improved Jon's prowess as a warrior. Their fight continued for a number of minutes with neither managing to get the upper hand. Both had moments where they were superior but neither could end it.
They were both tiring, but Grey Worm was suffering more than Jon. He wasn't used to the conditions that were present as Essos was extremely hot compared to Dragonstone. Jon swerved out of the way of his spear which left Grey Worm open as his fatigue meant that he couldn't counter in time. Jon could've placed his sword at his throat but decided to show off the craftsmanship of Dark Sister as he brought the sword down on the middle of Grey Worm's spear, snapping it into two pieces.
There was a moment of silence in the training ground but Jon didn't let it linger. He shook Grey Worm's hand before walking back up the steps that he came down from. He never looked back as he walked away, hair blowing in the wind. Jon failed to see the small smile that appeared on Grey Worm's face. He protect Queen Daenerys. He good, Grey Worm thought as Jon walked away.
Jon guessed that Daenerys would be awake by now and wondering where he went. He didn't want to scare her or make her angry so he decided to go to her room. He walked in to the room and she was just getting up. She looked at him with an angry scowl on her face but it softened when she saw the apologetic look on his face.
'Where were you?' Dany demanded. 'I woke up to an empty bed'. Her arms were crossed and she looked at him with a stern expression.
She had thankfully put on a gown but even that left little to the imagination. Had she been naked like she was when he left earlier in the morning, almost nothing would've stopped him from bringing her back to the bed. 'I'm sorry. I needed to clear my thoughts so I headed outside for a while'.
Daenerys arched an eyebrow at him as she looked him up and down. Her eyes roamed his body and if it were with anyone else, Jon would've felt uncomfortable but with her, he didn't. 'Clear your thoughts? It looks like you've been training…'
'Training helps clear my mind' Jon responded.
Dany walked closer to him until she was standing right in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she stared into his mesmerising grey eyes. 'Why did you need to clear your thoughts, my love?'
'I had a dream' Jon began. 'In that dream, I…I saw my father. I saw Rhaegar Targaryen'. He looked off in the distance, seemingly being in his own world but him squeezing her hips lightly, let Daenerys know that was not the case. 'It's difficult' Jon said, bringing his eyes back to Daenerys. 'For so long I thought that Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna but I know that's not the case. It's just difficult to change my perception so quickly'.
Dany nodded in understanding. She completely understood where he was coming from. 'Not too long ago, I believed Eddard Stark to be one of the Usurper's dogs who tried to kill a little girl. But since then, I have been informed that was not the case and he tried to protect me and my unborn child. But it will still take some getting used to, to not automatically think of him in a negative light'.
'You understand me so well' Jon said with a smile.
Dany returned the smile. 'I do, just as you understand me'. Dany leaned upwards and brought his lips against hers. Dany made sure the kiss didn't get too heated as she couldn't be late for her council meeting. They pulled their mouths away but were still embracing each other. 'Perhaps you would like to skip this meeting? Clear your thoughts some more?'.
'Aye, I think that would help' Jon said. He turned around and walked towards the door with Daenerys following him. But just as he was about to leave, he remembered the scroll from the previous day. 'For you and your advisors. It's what I received yesterday. The section at the bottom is concerning and we'll talk about it later?' Jon said as handed the scroll over to Daenerys.
Jon bathed and before he knew it half the day was already gone. He knew that Daenerys' meeting would be over soon. He had to speak with her about the threat beyond the wall. Although Bran said that the Night King wasn't marching on Eastwatch, Jon knew that something was wrong. He needed to get the armies of Westeros up North. He hoped that Daenerys would have the same thoughts that he had concerning the Great War. I should've gone to that meeting. I should have been there to convince them we need to head North.
But instead of going towards the council chambers, Jon's feet were taking him outside, away from the castle. He was wondering where Ghost was so he decided to warg into him. When his eyes opened again, he was in the council chamber next to Daenerys. All of her advisors were there as well as Ser Davos. He was thankful for that the knight was there when he could not be. Daenerys' hand was playing with Ghost's fur as she spoke to her advisors but Jon decided he wouldn't intrude and he entered his own mind again.
He walked towards the cliffs that overlooked the beach at Dragonstone. He knew it was where the dragons resided. He just knew it was where his fiery red dragon was even though he had no proof to why. I'm sure Daenerys would say it's the bond between Dragon and its parent. She has to be right. As he got closer to see that only Drogon was there. Rhaegal and Viserion must be out hunting.
He walked over to Drogon who finally lifted his head and looked at Jon, acknowledging his presence. His eyes followed Jon's movements and huffed out a puff of smoke as Jon got closer. No-one ever wanted to get close to Drogon and if they ever did, they would certainly be burned or eaten alive. However, Drogon knew the blood of the dragon and recognised it in Jon's blood right away when he arrived on Dragonstone. Jon's hand stroked Drogon's snout and he almost purred like he did for Daenerys. Appearing behind Drogon, Rhaenys flew into the air and towards Jon. She screeched in delight that her father was there with her. Drogon searched for his mother but when he realised that Jon was alone, he growled in anger before flying off leaving Jon alone with Rhaenys.
Jon sat down on the ground, with his dragon landing and sitting down in front of him. It was a difficult thing for Jon to accept. Rhaegar Targaryen is my father. Jon had accepted his Targaryen heritage but actually thinking about Rhaegar being his father rather than Ned Stark wasn't something he indulged in too often. He had heard about the stories concerning the Silver Prince. How he had kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark. Jon knew these were all lies now but the fact is that their love killed thousands.
And then there was the fact he was already married. How could he just leave his wife and children? Jon winced at the thought of Elia Martell being stuck in the Red Keep with the Mad King. He abandoned her. His own wife. Jon couldn't even imagine doing what his father did. He left his son who was just a baby. He left his daughter. Jon stared into the eyes of his dragon; the dragon he had named after his sister. Rhaenys…Jon wished he could've met her and Aegon. She was just a little innocent girl. What Tywin Lannister received was mercy. I would not have been so kind. Jon was worried for a moment at his own thoughts. This wasn't the man Ned Stark raised but Tywin Lannister had killed both of his families.
Jon stroked the red dragon's head. 'Rhae' he whispered to himself. 'Do you think my sister would be proud of me?' he asked the dragon. The dragon seemed to understand his words and began to nod its head. Jon laughed at her actions. Jon knew of one man who could tell him about his sister. It just happened to be a man that Jon greatly disliked. The Kingslayer. Jaime fucking Lannister. Jon hoped to understand how Daenerys felt when she learned about Rhaegar from Ser Barristan or Aemon from him. Jon vowed to himself that he would put aside any hostility he might have for the Kingslayer for his big sister. He gazed up at the sky, sparing a final thought for his lost family before he headed back to the castle.