Hello everyone! I wanted to thank everyone for reading the previous chapter and for all your comments they really do help keep me going!

This is a short chapter, diving a bit into the past before the first chapter. I'm not sure if you all want to read something like this or if I should just keep the plot moving. So, for now, I am using this chapter as a test to see how you all respond to it.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you all enjoy it!

She had every intention to kill him.

Even after Kinvara has explained to her what had happened, her plan was to fly up north beyond the wall and burn him alive for killing her, for killing them.

But as she sits upon Drogon and looks at the shell of a man she once loved, she can't.

He looks near death's door, paler than the snow surrounding him. His eyes, his cheeks are sunken in, completely gaunt. His hair and beard are in disarray looking as if they have not been trimmed or kept for months. And as she looks into his grey eyes instead of fear she sees only delirium.

"Dany," he says before dropping to his knees. "Not again, please. Last night was enough… I can't… I…" he rambles.

"What do you mean Jon Snow?" she asks and he looks up you seeming shocked before smiling.

"That's what you sound like," he whimpers with tears in his eyes, quickly wiping them. "I… I couldn't remember… I'm forgetting…I'm trying my best not to…"

She's even more confused as she carefully climbs down, making sure not to hit her swollen abdomen on Drogon's spikes. When she finally reaches the ground she makes sure her coat is completely wrapped around her not letting what lays underneath show and keeping her warm.

Up close he looks even worse.

"Jon," she says.

But he seems to ignore her, instead, looking at Drogon.

"Are you finally going to end it?" he says in a desperate voice. "Please, I beg you."

She steps closer to him but makes sure to keep a safe distance.

"Jon," she says again and he finally looks at her.

Instead of anger, she feels sadness at seeing the state of the man who was once King.

"Dany… please tell him to let me join you… I know I don't deserve to but… I can't…"

He suddenly freezes before bashing his head on the ground.

"You idiot, she's gone!" he yells. "She's gone because of you!"

He stops and rips at his hair.

"Just end it you coward, end your pathetic and meaningless life," he says when suddenly he breaks down crying.

"Dany… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry.."

She walks towards him again and gently places her hand on his shoulder. He jumps at her touch, looking up at her before scurrying away.

"No…no…no," he mumbles and she follows him.

"You killed me, Jon Snow," she says coldly, ignoring the part of her that wants to comfort him.

"No… no… no…" he shakes his head.

"Why Jon? Why? Do you understand what you did?" she asks trying to keep her emotions in check.

"I…I… no, you're not here… you're gone… you're gone because of me."

"No, I'm here despite you. You killed me. You told me I would always be your queen before kissing me and driving a dagger into my heart," she pulls out the dagger and tosses it towards him.

She watches as he extends a shaking hand to reach for the dagger and watches as he gasps at the feel of the dagger and realizes the truth. He looks up at her his breath shaking and accelerating.

"D… Dany," he gasps out and she nods in confirmation. "H…how?"

"Volantis. A Red priestess," she says as he moves his hand above the scar on his heart. "Yes just like you. And just like you, I now bare the scar of betrayal."

"Dany…"

"Is that all you have to say?! My name? The name I only allowed you to call me because I thought you loved me! But obviously, you never did!"

This seems to snap him out of his daze as a small ember seems to ignite in his previously dead eyes. But just as it appears it leaves again, looking down at his feet in shame.

"I… I loved you… that never…" he tries to speak.

"At the end that didn't matter to you. Nothing but what Tyrion told you mattered," she spats at him, causing him to look up at her again.

"He said you would hurt…"

"Your precious Starks, I know. They were your family but you seemed to forget that so was I," she says sadly.

He at least has the dignity to look ashamed.

"As angry as I was at the world and as hurt I was at your rejection and betrayal I would never hurt you or your family because I actually loved you."

"I loved you."

"NO YOU DIDN'T!" she yells. Two sharp kicks remind her that she needs to calm down. "You were disgusted by me. The moment you learned the truth I lost whatever affection you may have had for me."

"I was confused! My whole life had been a lie! My whole world had been turned upside down and the woman I loved cared more about the Throne than about what I felt!" he actually exclaims.

She grimaces not just because of another sharp kick but also because he's partially right but also wrong.

"It wasn't just the throne, Jon. I was worried about many things, but in the end, it didn't matter. You still decided to deceive me, make me believe you loved me before stabbing me in the heart"

"I'm sorry," he says and she grimaces as her anger grows.

"You don't get to be sorry! You have no idea what you did when you stabbed me!"

He steps closer and it takes all her courage not to cower or back away from him.

"Don't I?! I killed you! I killed the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! I killed my aunt! I killed the woman I loved! I was sent to the Wall as punishment for what I did! Of course, I know what I did!" he yells for a moment looking like a dragon.

"No, you don't understand Jon! You killed me!" she grasps his hands and places them on her abdomen finally revealing the truth. "You killed us!" she yells.

Confusion. Shock. Horror.

All these things appear on Jon's face as his mind tries to process it all. His entire body begins to shake as his hands work to open her coat in an attempt to see what lies beneath. She allows him to do so and needs to take a step back as he collapses onto his knees as he takes a full view of where their child is growing.

A gut-wrenching sob comes from him as the true extent of his act hits him. He clutches onto her dress, his forehead resting on her abdomen. As he sobs she doesn't fight her instinct anymore and kneels on the ground with him, wrapping her arms around and holding him tightly.

There's so much to talk about, so much to work through and she doesn't know what will happen at the end of it all. But as she holds this man in her arms she remembers that she not only loved him but still does.