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This is the last past chapter, for now, hopefully, you like it. The next one should be back to moving the plot forward.

Something changed the night Lyanna was born.

They had been changing for a while now. As the moons had passed their attitude toward each other had improved. Each trusting each other more and more each day, working together to prepare for the baby and help their community. They would be the comfort the other needed and although they had not gotten to the place they once were and still could not be more the few minutes together, they had become friends of sorts.

But Lyanna's birth took it one step further.

Something inside each of them, something between them had healed. Jon spends both days and nights in her hut, only leaving to change and retrieve food and wood for them.

He's attentive, making sure both she and Lya are taken care of. He changes their daughter's soiled cloths, rocks her, and brings her to the bed for her feedings, during which she made sure to keep herself covered. And as she watches him pace around the room with their babe in his arms trying to lull her to sleep, she realizes two things.

She loves this man.

If she's being honest that had never changed. Even though her hatred, anger, and distrust she still loved him. But that love seemed to grow the minute their daughter was placed into her arms and she had seen beautiful dark curls on the top of her head. So that realization did not surprise her. But the second did.

She's forgiven him.

What she had once considered impossible happened and it had happened because of him. That's twice he had proved her wrong and she's just as glad that he was right.

"She is a true beauty, a true dragon, just like her parents," Kinvara says observing their daughter from a distance.

The Red priestess had arrived two days ago, stating that she needed to see the child of her Lords chosen two and saying that explanations and protections needed to be given. She had put it off, wanting not to recall what Kinvara had told her in Volantis but that she had ignored in her anger and need for revenge. She also did not want to break whatever was growing between her and Jon, the peace and trust that had formed. But she couldn't hold it off any longer.

If I look back I am lost.

That's what she would always tell herself, but the truth of the matter was that if the past wasn't discussed if the truth wasn't revealed then Jon and she could not move forward and be the family their daughter would need.

"Thank you Kinvara," she says proudly.

Jon places Lyanna in the small crib near the fire, where Ghost was already wrapped around.

"Why are you here?" Jon asks in a tense voice, as soon as Lyanna is out of his arms. He doesn't trust the Red Priestess and given his experience she can't blame him.

"Because the truth must be revealed," Kinvara answers.

"What truth?" he asks.

"The truth as to what happened in Kings Landing that lead to the death of not only the woman you love but also the child you just laid down to rest," the priestess answers, almost coldly.

She watches as Jon tenses and the guilt begins to seep into him again.

"What do you mean?" he asks, seeming ready to fall into despair.

"It's not important," she says, stopping Kinvara from speaking and glaring at the priestess. "Both my daughter and I are alive and we're moving on now. It's not important."

"Yes, yes, it is important! We need to talk about that day, what happened, why it happened!" he argues. "Every day for months I have thought about what happened, dreamt of it and no matter what I do I can never make sense of it! I need to know; I need to understand because no explanation I can come up with makes sense!"

She stares at him and his eyes plead with her, begging for the information she may have. And she can no longer hide it from him.

"Kinvara insists that I had no control of my actions that someone, something manipulated everything and took control of me," she explains.

"Took control of you?" he asks.

"Yes, this being took advantage of the Queen's weakened mental state," Kinvara explains "A state he himself had caused by making sure every loss the Queen suffered occurred."

She then turns to her.

"Tell him exactly what happened that day," she orders and something inside her agrees.

"I wasn't going to burn Kings Landing," she begins to explain. "As Drogon and I stood upon the walls I knew we had won, that it had all ended, I was still angry, but I was done. Suddenly, as the bells began to ring I... I felt a pain, a strong pressure against my mind and I began to hear voices, and all they kept telling me was to burn it all," she closes her eyes desperately trying to forget the memory, she feels him walk closer and sit upon the bed, holding her hand in his. "The next thing I know Drogon is burning everything and I have no control over anything."

She hears his breathing picking up as he begins to process everything.

"When… when you found me in the Throne room, I was processing, trying to understand what happened," she continues. "I was horrified at what I had done and everything seemed wrong but the voice kept telling me everything was as it was supposed to be. That I was where I was supposed to be," she admits. She takes a deep breath, opens her eyes and surprisingly finds rage on his face. But instead of looking at her, he is looking at Kinvara.

"Do you know what that thing was?" he asks breathing hard, seeming to be trying to control himself.

The priestess seems to hesitate for a moment, afraid of what Jon's response might be but decides to tell him.

"I do. But I believe you know as well. As you look back it becomes obvious. His manipulations, his omissions, the way he seemed to do nothing and yet ended up with everything. He used everyone around him to get what he wanted. Then assured you that everything was as it should be and sent you here to rid himself of the only remaining threat after you had gotten rid of his biggest one," Kinvara says and Jon's features begin to grow towards horror mixed with anger.

"Say it. I need to hear it," he demands through clenched teeth.

"The Three-Eyed Raven," she answers. "Your brother used you, used the information of your birth to destroy Daenerys and used your sense of honor to kill her and the child he knew she was expecting."

His eyes burn, showing the dragon that has laid dormant his whole life. He stands and begins to pace the room to control the dragon, but it is no use. He flips everything, destroying furniture that dared be in his path. Had Rhaegal been alive, she's sure the dragon would be burning everything around him. As it was, Drogon seemed to be heating up, through his faint bond with Jon, even Ghost begins to get restless and growls with Jon. But those growls soon begin to break down and become sobs as the extent of how much he had been used and how much they were both victims of others' machinations begin to seep in.

Fighting against the pain, she stands up off the bed and slowly makes her way towards him. Kinvara wisely moves out of her way and goes stand near Lyanna's crib. She wraps her arms around him, and he sobs into her shoulder.

"Bran, Sansa, Tyrion," he lists off as she holds him tighter.

"I know, I know Jon," she says.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes for what feels like the thousandth time. She takes a deep breath and pulls him away from her. She makes him look into her eyes and says the words she knows they both needed.

"I forgive you."

The world seems to freeze with those words both for her and for him. He tries to say something and she watches as he opens and closes his mouth when suddenly he stops.

"You…you shouldn't be out of bed," he says before he picks her up and carries her back to the bed, making sure to gently lower her and tuck her in. He lifts his hand as he used to to caress her face but stops himself before he makes contact. She offers him a soft smile before raising her own hand to press his against her cheek. He lets out a whimper and his eyes water as he understands she actually meant what she said. They both need to say many things, but they remember someone else is in the room with them, so he lowers his hand but keeps holding on to her own.

"Bran… the three-eyed raven… can he see us?" he asks, turning to look at Kinvara.

"He's trying. Before she left I gave Queen Daenerys an amulet that blocked his sight. Now however the magic and power flowing through you both and your child are a beacon that sooner or later he will find," she explains, and fear seems to seep into both of them.

"I can't let anything happen to them," Jon says with a strong conviction, turning to look straight into her eyes. "I lost them once and I won't lose them again."

"Good," Kinvara says with a grin. "It's good to see your commitment to them. King's blood is a powerful thing. With it, I would be able to cast certain things to block out his sight."

Jon seems ready to agree but she immediately disagrees.

"No!" she exclaims. "No blood magic, his life won't be sacrificed to keep us safe," she says and she feels herself tremble as the memory of her first husband comes to mind.

"Dany…"

"No Jon," she says firmly, squeezing his hand. "Your life is just as important. I won't lose someone else to blood magic."

He seems to understand probably remembering how she lost both her first husband and child and how much that affected her.

"When the sun rises in the east and sets in the west," Kinvara says with a sigh drawing their attention back to her. "That woman was evil my Queen and what she performed was indeed evil blood magic, just as many others including my own priestess have done. However, my King's life would not be in any danger nor will you or your daughter. A few drops from you both and a few prayers in your mother tongue and Rhollor himself will protect you, your daughter and any children you may have as long as a fire burns in your hearth."

She still feels weary at doing something like this, but one look at the crib where her daughter is sleeping gives her the motivation to do it. Jon looks at her waiting for her response and with a nod, they both agree.

"Alright, I will return later to perform the ritual," Kinvara says before bowing and leaving the cabin.

When they are finally alone, she feels Jon running his thumb against the back of her hand.

"Did you mean it?" he asks, looking down at their joined hand.

Her breathing picks up as her heart threatens to burst out of her chest.

"I… I meant it," she whispers.

"You hated me," he says just as softly, neither wanting to look at each other.

"Part of me did," she doesn't deny it. "But most of me loved you and still does. Holding Lyanna in my arms, looking at her, seeing you in her, seeing you with her, I can't hate you."

He looks up at her.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"I know," she says, knowing full well the apologies may never end. "But its time to move on. We know the truth, both of us do."

He nods in agreement.

"I love you, Dany," he says.

She takes a moment, remembering being told once about love coming in through the eyes.

"I love you too, Jon."

A smile forms on his face, one that she had not truly seen since their flight to the Waterfall. He leans in and she can tell what he wants to do, but just before his lips touch her own she places a hand on his chest stopping him.

"Not yet," she says. "I still have flashes. They're getting fewer with your constant presence but they still come up," she explains to him.

He nods in understanding.

Slowly.

They will get there eventually.

But for now slowly.

Just some explanation. Dany and Jon did always keep their hearth lit, which is why Bran never found them. Bran did know where Arya and Ser Davos were going so he kept a close eye on them but as they got beyond the wall it became hard to do so. It wasn't until Arya put out the fire the morning of the hunting trip that Bran was able to find them.