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Just as her brother had expected, the Westerlands fall quickly. Their loyalty to their Warden had been shaky even before they arrived so much so that all they had to do was arrive offer food and surrender was given.

Although Tyrion was a Lannister, no one really liked him in his kingdom and Casterly Rock became the Harrenhall for these dragons, burning it down to show the might of the dragon and show other lords how betrayal can be handled.

She's still not sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, she knew a message needed to be sent but burning an entire castle did not sit well with her, even if there was no one there. It also reminded her how probably it may be that the Red Keep where her brother now lived would most likely suffer the same fate.

They've been back on the move using the Ocean Road to make their way to Highgarden to conquer yet another kingdom, however, today her brother refused to march. He had been brooding all week but last night he had announced to everyone that they would be stopping near Old Oak and would only move when he ordered it.

The troops were glad and grateful for some rest and just as they did in every town, the soldiers handed out whichever supplies the people needed before settling in. However, something seemed off. Unlike how they normally did it, both her brother and good sister had disappeared instead of visiting the townsfolk. They usually visited the people to get to know them and show how different monarchs they were compared to those the people had known. But not this time.

She tried finding some explanation for this but no one seemed to have any idea. It isn't until she comments it to Tormund that she figures it out.

"You really don't know?" Tormund asks in disbelief. "You've been with them for a couple of years now and you still don't know?"

"If I knew I wouldn't be asking Tormund!" she yells at him in frustration.

"Today's the day he killed her," the freefolk answers.

This brings her up short.

"What?"

The redhead simply nods.

"Every year when this day comes, King Crow breaks down. He can't function, not even to take care of himself," he explains.

"How have I not seen this before?" she asks.

"I'm not sure. They're good at hiding it from most but it's obvious to those who've been there since the beginning" Tormund says.

"You said he can't function," she says.

"Aye. He's bedridden, hallucinating, tormented by whatever demons he sees. The poor man is exhausted the next day. I'm assuming that being here in the South where this day is actually celebrated by some… it can't be easy," Tormund explains with a sad look on his face.

"I need to go see him," she says trying to get past the Wildling but he stops her.

"No. He needs to be left as he is," Tormund argues grabbing her arm. "He's with who he needs to be, no one else needs to see him in that state."

"He's my brother…"

"He's your cousin and our King," the wildling reminds her. "You don't have a right in there nor does anyone else but the Queen."

She shrugs off his hand and makes her way to the Royal Tent. She doesn't see nor hear her niece or nephews which is shocking for they are always near their parents' tent. She quietly slips into the tent, not bothering to announce herself.

There inside tossing and turning drenched in sweat is her brother, eyes shut and mumbling. Sitting on the bed right beside him is Daenerys, just holding Jon's hand. Suddenly Jon's eyes open and looked crazed around the room until they land on his wife.

"Dany… I had that dream again…" he says with a sad smile on his face his eyes still dazed and maniac. "We… we had three children… they were beautiful Dany…"

Dream? That was a reality, what was going on with her brother? She watches as suddenly his joy turns to sadness.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… we could have had that Dany… I killed you… I keep seeing it over and over…"

"Shhh," her good sister says softly and she watches as she carefully caresses Jon's face. Some cloud seems to lift from Jon.

"Y…you're here, you're real," he says with a smile and tears falling down his joyful face.

"I am my love," she wipes her husband's tears.

"I can't wait to get to Winterfell and introduce you to my family, they're going to love you, especially Arya, she would always pretend to be Visenya when we were growing up," he says that with such hope her heart clenches. "I'll take you to the hot springs, we'll go on a ride through the Godswood, I'll let you meet Ghost."

The rightful queen simply nods, agreeing to everything Jon says and she realizes that her brother is remembering the past, back when he brought his Queen North to save them all. He had really hoped that they would like each other, that his family would accept and love the queen had chosen not just to rule the seven kingdoms but also his heart.

Another change happens in her brother.

"I killed you… you're not real…" he starts mumbling beginning to panic.

Daenerys doesn't look alarmed instead she simply takes his hand and places it where she knows her scar is. Realization seems to come to her brother as things seem to become clear to him.

"You're alive… you came back to me… we… we have three children," he says trying to gather his mind. "Lyanna, Jaehaerys and Rhaegar," he lists off and his wife simply nods and his entire face falls. "I killed you and Lyanna nine years ago," he sobs out.

"It's alright. It's okay I forgave you a long time ago," the Queen tells him softly.

Her brother's hand does not move from below his beloved's breast, right where her scar is, as they both sit in silence.

"You need to rest," Daenerys finally says, but Jon shakes his head.

"The meeting, the children," Jon lists off.

"I'll handle it, don't worry," she responds and with a nod, her brother gives in but before he falls asleep he says.

"I love you."

"I love you too, my love," Daenerys says softly.

She must have made some noise because her good sister addresses her.

"You shouldn't be in here Arya," Daenerys says, not even bothering to turn around to look at her.

"What's wrong with him?" she asks.

There's a moment of silence.

"Bran. That was his plan all along. He left him alive to save face, but his plan was to torture his mind. My husband is strong of mind but on this day, when he remembers what he did, all his defenses fall and the torture begins," the Queen answers, wiping away her tears.

"Is there anything we can do?" she asks, trying to wrap her head around the fact Bran would do such a thing.

"No, Kinvara has tried, especially in Essos where her power is strongest but until Bran is gone this will continue to happen," Daenerys answers standing up carefully but not before placing a kiss on Jon's brow. "Come with me, we have a meeting to attend to and I only have a short amount of time before he wakes again."

She doesn't argue with the Queen and follows her. All the commanders stand upon Daenerys's entrance and bow before taking their seats upon her command.

"My Queen, most of the scouts have returned, the Reach is as good as yours," one of the defected Reach lords says proudly.

"Any news on High Garden?" the Queen asks.

"The Sellsword is still in there. They've taken all the food stores in and have prepared to resist a siege," another commander answers.

"Weapons? The common people?"

Grey Worm walks around the map depicting the Reach and places models of Scorpions all around the castle of High Garden.

"At least ten, my Queen. The Sellsword left people outside, no food or supplies," he reveals.

Daenerys seems to grow angry at this. If she's learned anything these past few years about her good sister is that she hates seeing the common people suffer.

"We'll begin sending them food and supplies. They've been suffering enough under this liege lord. Send riders ahead to begin delivering food and have them prepared for our arrival," she orders and one of the commanders immediately stands and leaves to get his orders done. Other topics like the state of the North, the Riverlands, and even Essos are all addressed, and Daenerys handles all issues effortlessly.

How had they failed to see this years ago? How good of a Queen she was? They really were blind and fools.

"Anything else?" the Queen asks.

There seems to be a silence that takes over the room as the commanders question whether or not to reveal something.

"We… we captured a carriage traveling the Rose Road towards Kings Landing. At first glance, we thought it was a simple family but one of the men actually recognized the man," one of them finally reveals.

"Who was it?" Daenerys asks.

"Grand Maester Tarly, my Queen."