Shireen was excited. Jon and Dany were getting along.

It all started when Jon informed Fafnir that Dragonstone was sitting atop a reserve of dragonglass. Fafnir convinced Tyrion that Jon needed it, and Tyrion told Dany. Tyrion believed that letting Jon have some dragonglass would help build her trust with the stubborn people of the North. She was skeptical, but she agreed.

Later, Shireen spied Jon and Dany together on the beach. Fafnir sat beside her. "What's up, Princess?" he asked her.

"Oh, nothing," said Shireen. "Just thought they might kiss, but they're not."

"Ew," said Fafnir.

"Ew? What do you mean 'ew'? Surely you don't still believe girls have cooties," said Shireen.

"No, but humans do. Aunts and nephews have lots of them," said Fafnir.

Shireen laughed off the weird statement. "I was just thinking that Dany will need a king, and I want Jon to be it," said Shireen.

"Be careful what you ship," Fafnir warned. "Sometimes the best characters become toxic when they get together."

"They're not characters, Fafnir! They're people!" Shireen said.

Fafnir leaned on the windowsill and brooded. He had understood Melisandre when she said Jon was a dragon, right? Targaryen. Why did humans put so much weight on last names? Why did being a Targaryen instantly make you so special? And if they hated Targaryens so much, what would Jon's family and subjects say when they knew Jon was one? He looked at Dany. So young and bold. She seemed to have good intentions, and yet...

"Ace in the hole," he whispered, zeroing in on Jon.

"Huh?" Shireen asked.

"Nothing, sweet Princess," said Fafnir. "I'm just contemplating the fragile structure of monarchies."

"You're so weird, Fafnir," said Shireen.

"Hey, that's Ser Fafnir to you, erm, according to you," said Fafnir.


Jon and his people began mining under Dragonstone. Meanwhile, bad news kept pouring in from all sides. Tyrion lead a failed mission to Casterly Rock. Also, the Lannisters had attacked Highgarden in a devastating victory. Lady Olenna Tyrell was dead, and the Tyrell army reduced to nothing.

But Shireen remained happy, because Dany and Jon had gone into a cave together. When she informed Fafnir of this, he became alarmed. Jon had a history of getting lucky in caves.

"I must prevent this ship from shipping," Fafnir muttered to himself, and he tore off through the castle to the caves beneath it. There, he found Jon and Dany near some primitive cave paintings, arguing over bending the knee. "Oh, good," said Fafnir. "You're still stuck on that."

Dany and Jon glared at Fafnir. "Ser Fafnir? Is something wrong?" Dany asked.

"Yes," said Fafnir. "You are both being reckless. Two rulers of precarious power alone together? Why, if the Lannisters found you here, they could eliminate both of their enemies in one swoop."

"Oh, dear, you're right," said Dany. "Thank you, Ser Fafnir, for your consideration."

"Henceforward shall neither of you be alone, especially together," said Fafnir. "The fate of this world depends on it."

"Oh, that is very considerate," said Dany.

Fafnir crossed his arms and stared at them. "Okay, go on," he said.

"Alright," said Dany, the intensity of Fafnir's stare making her uncomfortable. "Well, Jon, I actually wanted to ask for your advice."

"Alright," said Jon, also very uncomfortable with Fafnir's energy. "What is it?"

"I'm sure you've heard about our recent defeats," said Dany. "Tyrion orchestrated both of these campaigns, and they fell terribly short."

Fafnir giggled at the phrase "terribly short" in reference to Tyrion.

"I was thinking of taking my dragons out," said Dany. "You used Fafnir to overpower Ramsey Bolton, I understand."

"I did," said Jon. "His whole army deflected at the sight."

"So you think I should do it," said Dany.

"Well, you must be careful," said Jon. "Westeros still remembers the horrors of the previous Targaryen dynasty. They ruled entirely with fear. I used Fafnir against Ramsay, but when Ramsay's army effectively surrendered, then I forbade Fafnir from burning anything or anyone."

"Oh, I see," said Dany.

"Cersei blew up her enemies with Wildfyre," said Jon. "You don't want to be like her. You should only use your dragons when you have no other option."

"I see," said Dany. "Thank you for that. Ser Fafnir? Do you agree?"

"Ramsay didn't deserve to be burnt alive," said Fafnir. This statement surprised both Jon and Dany, but then he continued. "It would have been too quick a death for him. This is why I and Sansa arranged for him to be eaten alive. I am grateful to Jon for stopping me when he did. Delayed gratification really pays off."

Dany slowly processed Fafnir's words, and Jon facepalmed. "Well, Ramsay was a prick. Why don't we go up to your war room and discuss strategies?" Jon asked.

"I would like that," agreed Dany.


They decided an attack on the Lannisters leaving Highgarden would send the right message. Dany left with Tyrion, the Dothraki and Drogon. Shireen was sad, because this meant Dany and Jon would be apart for a while and therefore not kissing.

Tohru cornered Fafnir during dinner. "You're hiding something," she said.

Fafnir looked up from his ale. "What?" he said. Jon, Davos, and Shireen stared at Tohru. She pulled him away.

"You've been acting strange," said Tohru. "Even for you. I mean, following them into the bathroom?"

"Stuff happens in bathrooms all the time," said Fafnir.

"What, is a Lannister going to come up through the plumbing?-erm-poop hole?-ugh!"

Fafnir glanced back at Jon laughing with his friends. "Come with me," said Fafnir. "You need to know something."

They walked out of the mess hall into a quiet corridor, but that was still too open for Fafnir's comfort. He pulled Tohru into a maid's closet. There were mops, buckets, brooms and towels that had been untouched for years, and it was a very tight squeeze. Their human bodies pressed uncomfortably against each other, and the items inside jostled around them.

"Tohru, Jon is a Targaryen," whispered Fafnir.

"What? No, oh my gods, Fafnir," said Tohru. "You have gone completely mad!"

She tried to leave, but he stopped her. "Listen. Dany had a brother named Rheagar who loved a Stark girl. Ned Stark's sister, Lyanna."

"Okay, so?" Tohru asked. "Wait, are you suggesting...?"

"Yes," said Fafnir. "Melisandre seemed to know that Jon was more than a bastard. I mean, he still is, but...it's all very complicated."

Tohru was listening. "They say Rhaegar raped a woman."

"Rape, perhaps, or perhaps not," said Fafnir. "Either way, it could easily lead to a child. And Jon himself confirmed that his 'aunt' Lyanna was the woman from the story you know."

"So Jon knows this," said Tohru.

"Not quite. He knows the story, he just doesn't realize...he believes his father is his father," said Fafnir. Tohru stifled a laugh. "What I mean is, Jon's alleged father Ned Stark, now deceased, is always characterized as an extremely straight-laced man. Not someone who would have a kid with a random whore. It's possible that he took Jon to protect him. This place really didn't like Targaryens at that particular time. Had anyone known, they could have tried to murder Jon as they tried to murder Dany."

Tohru thought. "So you're telling me Jon could have a claim to the same throne Dany wants," she said.

"Yes," said Fafnir. "But don't you worry. He won't chase it, even if he does know."

"And what about his friends up North?"

"That might be a different story," said Fafnir. "It's all very complicated. Really, I'm just trying to prevent accidental incest."

Tohru laughed, but it was a real concern as Jon and Dany began to get more friendly. "Oh my gods. They must know!"

"No!" Fafnir said. "It would destroy them. Dany would..."

"Dany would what?" Tohru pressed.

"Oh, Tohru, another potential heir to the throne? Especially if the North decided to attempt to install him?"

"But you just said they don't like Targaryens. If Jon is a Targaryen..."

"Half," said Fafnir. "He's also a Stark. They love Starks, to an absurd degree, really. 'There must always be a Stark at Winterfell' nonsense."

"Hm," said Tohru. "There's a chance it's not true. What did the Red Woman say to you, exactly?"

"That Jon is the blood of the dragon," said Fafnir. He shook his head. "That only means one thing. When I heard the Lyanna-Rhaegar story, it all made sense."

"It makes sense," agreed Tohru. "Well, Jon must never know. We're so close to achieving peace. This information would open up a whole new set of conflicts."

"I agree," said Fafnir. "But in the instance that Dany's efforts go south...call it our ace in the hole."

Tohru didn't want to think about anything bad happening to Dany. She winced and nodded. "Ace in the hole," she agreed.

The old friends shook on it. They opened the closet and stumbled out as the cleaning tools shuffled around. Shireen was in the hallway. She turned around at the noise, saw the two disheveled dragons come out of the closet, and grinned.

"Oh, no," said Fafnir. "It's not what it looks like."

"Uh-huh," Shireen said slyly before running away and giggling.

Fafnir groaned. "She's going to ship the whole castle."


Jon and Fafnir sat on the beach. "I hate to say it," said Fafnir, "but it's rather peaceful when she's not here."

Jon smirked. "I imagine Dany and her lot aren't as easy to mystify as our old friends back on the Wall."

"Ohhhh, those were the days," Fafnir sighed. "How did we get here?"

"I often ask myself that same question," said Jon. Their reminiscences were cut short by Viserion and Rhaegal's cries. The two dragons, who had been happily perched on the ledge above Jon and Fafnir, took off abruptly behind the castle. "You think Dany's back?" Jon asked.

They stood up and looked to the skies. Viserion and Rhaegal returned with a third dragon in tow. "They're back!" Fafnir shouted to the Valkyrie at the door. The Valkyrie rushed inside to spread the news, and soon, Shireen, Lucoa, Shouta and Varys rushed out of the castle.

The dragon that began to descend on the beach was not Drogon, though. Jon's stomach dropped. He had heard talk of another dragon-person out there somewhere, but he hadn't expected her to look so ethereal. Her beauty somehow made her appear more intimidating. The white feathered creature landed gracefully on the beach.

"A noble knight on a white steed," said Lucoa. She laughed and clapped in glee. The white dragon lowered her head for Ser Jorah to step down, and Lucoa and Shouta embraced him simultaneously.

Kanna's blue eye looked suspiciously at Jon, then she gave a cry and popped back into her human form. Jon drew in a breath. This woman's beauty could surely rival Dany's.

"FAFNIR!" she cried. Fafnir bowed. "What?"

"I am Ser Fafnir the Weird of House Baratheon," said Fafnir.

"Nooooo!" Kanna gasped. "What?!"

Shireen curtseyed to her. "Hello, Lady Kanna. Welcome to Dragonstone. I am Shireen Baratheon."

"Where's Dany?" Kanna asked. "Where's-"

Kanna didn't get the chance to finish that sentence. Tohru zoomed out of the castle in a blur, tackling Kanna to the ground. The friends giggled together in the sand, needing no actual words in greeting.

Jorah, released from Lucoa and Shouta, approached Jon and Fafnir. "Hello," he said. "I am Ser Jorah Mormont, Queensguard to Daenerys Targaryen."

Fafnir bowed. "I am Ser Fafnir of House Baratheon. This is Jon Snow, King of the North."

Jorah paused as he considered Jon, and then nodded. "Where is the Queen?"

"She is leading an attack on Lannister forces leaving Highgarden," said Varys, stepping forward. "We had a few surprises when we came here. We had believed all Baratheons to be deceased, but this was not the case. Also, Fafnir is a dragon too."

Jorah processed the information. "Alright," he said. "But all is well?"

"I will be happy to fill you in," said Varys. "But I think the big question on our minds is, is all well with you?"

Kanna wrapped her arms around Jorah's neck. "Scale free!" she announced with a squeal.

The old Queensguard exclaimed in delight. "This is cause for celebration!" Shouta said. "Meat and mead for all!" He turned around and bumped into Ornela. "Oh, hey," he said. "You're here."

"Shouta," she said. "You just ran out the door with no explanation."

"Jorah and Kanna are back," said Shouta.

"Oh, yes, I remember them," said Ornela. She took Shouta's hand, and he looked uncomfortable. "Are we going to go eat now?"

"Yes, Ornela," said Shouta. "We shall eat, drink, and be merry, as always!" He dragged her back towards the castle.

Jorah leaned into Kanna. "Well, that certainly doesn't look like a happy couple," he whispered.

"He didn't intend for her to come here," Lucoa said. "She just got on one of the ships. We were here a whole two days before he knew she was here too."

"Yikes," said Kanna. They followed the group into the castle.


Jorah was treated as a king. The King of the North watched on as the Queensguard laughed and drank and ate together, exchanging stories from their previous adventures.

"So that's the cool kids table," said Fafnir.

The cool kids table laughed obnoxiously at something Jorah had said. Fafnir, Jon, Davos, and Shireen ate and drank in relative silence. "Is that man dating that dragon woman?" Shireen asked.

Jorah and Kanna spontaneously kissed.

"Yes, Shireen," said Fafnir. "We have a word for that back home. It's called 'beastiality.'"

"Fafnir, don't teach her that," said Jon.

"She is soooo pretty!" Shireen gushed. "I can't believe she's with that old man!"

Davos laughed. "Goodness, Shireen! Jorah is younger than I am."

"Okay, but,"said Shireen, "you wouldn't try to date Queen Dany, for instance."

"In my dreams," said Davos.

"Oh, ewwwww," Shireen said.

"I think dragon ages don't work the same as us, Shireen," said Jon. "Am I right, Fafnir? You all have, like, hundreds of years on us."

"Yeah, but, she's right," said Fafnir. "This is an abomination."

"Stop," Jon said.

"Fafnir, you should go talk to Tohru!" Shireen pressed.

"Why?" asked Fafnir.

"Because...you like her, don't you?"

"Of course I like her," said Fafnir.

"Then go talk to her so you can be like Kanna and Jorah!"

"What? Oh, no, not like that," Fafnir protested. "That could never happen. Tohru doesn't like me like that."

"How do you know?"

"How do I know?" Fafnir repeated. "Oh, Lady Shireen, dragon sexuality is a fluid thing. Tohru only likes ladies."

"Huh?"

"Fafnir, stop! She doesn't get it," said Jon.

"But think of the wide new world of ships that will be open to her when she learns about homosexual pairings! Lady Shireen, there are many kinds of couples in the world. Kanna and Jorah are your garden variety girl and guy ship. But it needn't be so. Yaoi, for instance-"

"Oh, for the love of gods, don't teach her with manga!" Jon cried.

"Oh, wait," said Shireen. "You mean like Uncle Renly and Ser Loras."

"What?" Fafnir asked.

"I get it," said Shireen. Davos laughed. Shireen turned her attention to Jon. "Do you like Dany?"

Jon turned red.

"He certainly does not," said Fafnir.

"What?" Shireen asked. "Why not?"

Jon took a long swig of his mead. "Yeah, why not?" he asked, giving Fafnir a sideways glance. "You know, you've been pretty frustrating following us around all the time."

"I have been protecting you," said Fafnir.

"What, are the Lannisters going to come up through the toilet?" Jon snapped.

"They might," said Fafnir. "Can't be too careful now. There are prophecies. Prophecies concerning you and Dany. We can't mess around with that shit."

"So you're doing all of this to prevent some interference with a vague prophecy that the Red Woman thinks might be about me?"

"She is very certain."

Jon took another long swallow of mead. "You know, Ser Fafnir, I've been around you for a very long time."

"Oh yes," said Fafnir.

"I know when you're bullshitting," said Jon. "You know something, and you're not telling me."

"Wha? I tell you everything," said Fafnir.

"Bullshit," said Jon. He stared Fafnir down. A single bead of sweat trickled down Fafnir's forehead.