A/N: Salutations to all! I'm Vaelerys of House Targaryen son of Daenerys and Jon Targaryen (That's not my real name of course) and I am proud to present to you my first of 5 planned GOT/Jonerys fics! If you love Jonerys as much as I do then welcome! You are loved here and hopefully my stories can help you heal from the dumpster fire that was Game of Thrones "Season 8". As far as I'm concerned, that "season" ISN'T canon. So many characters were ruined, but none were assassinated more brutally than Jon and Dany. My goal here is to fix that. That being said, I have not written a fanfic in at least 10 years…so if my writing is atrocious, bear with me! New to posting on this site and I will be posting it on other sites such as AO3 and Wattpad. This story begins during episode 5 of "season 8", however that's where the canon themes end as we head into a different direction with some non-canon and some slight OOC. Yes this IS a GOT/Elder Scrolls/Skyrim crossover, however the main events of Skyrim have already transpired (Alduin is already gone, Mirrak is gone, Dawnguard has beaten the vampires etc). As I stated earlier this is my first fanfic in years, and after the failure of "season 8" and reading many great Jonerys fics, I became inspired to write my own. I have 4 others planned as well, when I'll get the time to start and upload them? I do not know so until then, read and enjoy 'Dragons Destiny' as our beloved power couple head off on a new journey and discover a new truth about themselves.

With that being said, sit back, crack open your favorite beverage, and allow me to paint you a picture with my imagination brush! : )

Dragons Destiny

Chapter 1: For Whom the Bell Tolls

'Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky. Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry.' -MetallicA/Ride The Lightning

In that moment time seemed to slow, if not completely freeze. Daenerys Targaryen sat atop Drogon with the whole scape of King's Landing before her; however her eyes were fixated on the Red Keep. She heard nothing, not the shouts of the soldiers, screams of the civilians, or the screeching of Drogon. All she could hear were the clanging toll of the city bells. That insufferable ringing drowned out nearly everything, except her thoughts.

The city had signaled its surrender, but then why? Why did it NOT feel like a victory? After all she had suffered and accomplished that brought her here, why did this "victory" feel like another loss? The more she glared at the Red Keep the more it felt as if Cersei herself was laughing at her. Angry tears began to well in her eyes; she choked up and seethed.

'Drogo'

'Rhaego'

'Ser Barristan'

'Viserion'

'Ser Jorah'

'Rhaegal'

'Missandei'

'…..Jon'

Grief and anger had consumed most of her soul; she was alone and had lost so much as it was. Through it all though she persevered and faith in herself brought her to Cersei's doorstep. Everything and everyone seemed to turn against her and tear her down. Varys had tried to poison her, even went to the extent of sending news to his "little birds" that Jon was the rightful heir to the Throne and not her, but the bald eunuch paid for his betrayal. Yet here she was, the Iron Throne literally within her grasp. All she had to do was take it, take what was HERS….with fire and blood.

'Cersei thinks she can mock me? Intimidate ME? I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen First of My Name, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons!' she thought. 'She knows NOTHING of what I've suffered. Of what I've accomplished! She is no Queen! Does she think this last pathetic attempt to frighten me ACTUALLY frightens me?!'

A ghost off a smile crept onto her lips as she settled into position on Drogon's back.

'She knows NOTHING of fear, but I will educate her on such matters. I'll show her what real power is. What REAL fear is! Nothing and no one can protect her now; not her soldiers, not her allies, not the keep that MY family founded and ruled for 300 years from! She thinks she has power still? Hiding behind walls of stone and bodies of flesh? Let us see how "powerful" she thinks she is when I turn everything around her to ASHES! She will know my FURY!'

At that moment, a voice in her mind spoke firmly and defiantly.

'I did not come here to become Queen of the Ashes!'

The voice was indeed hers, echoing her statement at Dragonstone months ago; even though it seemed from a lifetime ago, caused her to hesitate. Only when she glanced at the Red Keep again, only did it remind her of her life's goal; The Iron Throne. She had sacrificed so much, lost many cherished ones to get to this point. She was alone but she was here. Her birthright was so tantalizingly close and it WOULD be hers and only hers alone. She shook her head, clearing her mind of distracting thoughts and prepared for the firestorm she yearned to bring on her most hated enemy.

'I WILL have what is MINE! NO ONE will have it but ME! Even if I have to burn it all and wipe this city clean of its filth and rebuild it anew; I WILL RECLAIM MY BIRTHRIGHT! I WILL BE QUEEN OF THE SEVEN KINGSOMS!'

She was set in her plans, she was about to send the mental commands to Drogon to torch everything and sack the city…..but then another voice came; one that she hadn't heard in many years. It was small, innocent, scared even; but rang louder in her mind louder and more firmly than the voice before…

'I don't want to be Queen…I want to go HOME!'

Her breath hitched sharply as she shot back into reality, she could hear everything now. Her mind was racing, and for the first time that she could remember; Daenerys was terrified and didn't know what she was doing or what to do. Her head hurt as she battled her mind, the words of her mad father ringing in one ear, and her own innocent conscious in the other.

'Burn them!'

'I want to go home!'

'BURN THEM!'

'I want to go HOME!'

'BURN THEM ALL!'

'NO! I WANT TO GO HOME!'

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" She screamed as she clutched her head in her hands. She began to tremble and the tears formed again and started to trickle down her cheeks. Within the sounds of the besieged city around her, she heard the cries of the civilians…she could even pick out the cries of young and innocent children. She gasped at herself, "I'm becoming my father…wanting to burn it all down…a city full of innocents, I'm really willing to burn innocent children! How…How could I?!"

She had locked up Viseron and Rhaegal after she found out that Drogon had indiscriminately burned and killed a poor innocent boy. One boy, compared to thousands? She felt incredibly ashamed at herself. What would those across the Narrow Sea do if they found out their beloved Mhysa willingly burned thousands of innocents when she could have saved them like in Meereen? How ashamed would Ser Jorah and Barristan be of her? What would Missandei think? Her last word may have been 'dracarys' but she NEVER wanted harm brought to children. Dany would be going against EVERYTHING she swore she wouldn't become, her mad and deranged father.

She was broken out of her self-loathing by a booming voice in her mind.

'Mother I sense your turmoil…what's wrong? What do you want to do?'

Her son's voice was laced with concern, and in that moment she came to a decision. She cleared her mind and spoke with him through their mental connection.

'Drogon, find Jon. We need to find the others and have them pull back and regroup outside the city.'

'You want me to find Aegon?'

It took everything left in her will to hold back tears and the heartbreak. This wasn't the time to dwell on that.

'Yes sweetling, I know you can find him. Greyworm is most likely with him as well. The battle is over, and we cannot condemn any more bloodshed.'

Drogon let off and understanding and somewhat relieved rumble. He arched his neck slightly and set his gaze upon the city. Finally he found who his mother asked him to find.

'He is near mother, close by and unharmed.'

Though it panged her heart to think of him, she wouldn't lie that she was relieved that he wasn't injured or worse.

'Good, let's go my son, sovegon!'

Drogon flapped his mighty wings and began to glide towards the center of the city where he had sensed Jon.

'Mother?'

'Yes darling?'

'You love him still…don't you? I know you do.'

Daenerys again did everything she could to not think about it. Trying her hardest to push the thoughts from her mind; it would only make her heartbreak worse.

'Please Drogon don't. Just get…'

'I know mother, I know. But I can feel the love he still has for you. That is all I will say, and nothing more.'

Once again she pushed the emotions aside as they made their way towards Jon and Greyworm as the bells continued to ring throughout the city.

Jon marched down the main street, his bannermen behind him with Ser Davos to his right and Grey Worm to his left. They had fought their way through the demolished Gate of the Gods and effortlessly cut through the enemy forces within the city. The group finally came face to face with a large group of Lannister troops who stood in the square where all the roads met near the Guildhall of the Alchemists; blocking their advance further into the city towards the Red Keep. Jon was about to order his men to continue advancing, however they all halted once the city bells began ring.

The Lannister men all looked at each other; they knew the tolling of the bells meant that the city had surrendered. They could also hear the roars of the lone dragon almost daring them to try and continue fighting and face the wrath of the Dragon Queen and her allies.

The commander of the group looked back at his men, then to the enemy forces in front of him, then to the dragon perched on the wall in the distance. Should they keep fighting? They were easily overwhelmed by the Dragon Queen and her forces. City defenses had fallen, countless numbers of troops had already been killed; and for what? For the Lion Queen who already sat on the Throne, the patriarch of the House whose colors they wore who cared little for her troops and subjects? This wasn't a battle, it was a one sided slaughter, and they were the sacrificial lambs. They were outmatched, outgunned, and simply didn't have the will to continue fighting a pointless battle.

The fight was over, Cersei's war had been lost, and they would no longer fight for a ruler who would so willingly throw her men into a pointless death. The commander dropped his sword, and then one by one, the rest laid down their arms. They all felt as he did, the battle was over, they had lost. Even if they all became prisoners, it seemed a far better fate than to fight and die for a ruler who cared little for anyone else other than herself.

As the Lannister men laid down their arms, Jon felt a sense of relief flood through him. He knew the battle for the city would be bloody, but was thankful that the enemy realized there was no point in continuing. Though it seemed to be over, he could still feel the bloodlust of his men behind him. Fearing that it would spill over and consume them and lead to more pointless bloodshed he gave his order, "Men! Stand down! The battle is won!" he called back to them.

Many of the troops comprised of Stark, Hornwood, and Arryn soldiers looked at each other. All had suffered from House Lannister at some point in the last few years, they wanted the Lannister's to pay their debts…with blood. They all kept firm grips on their weapons ready to lash out at the enemy soldiers in front of them, some began to slowly break from the formation and creep towards the unarmed enemy, but they were foolish not heeding Jon's command.

"I SAID STAND DOWN MEN! FOLLOW MY ORDERS OR I'LL CUT YOU ALL DOWN MYSELF FOR INSUBORDINATION!" Jon snarled as he raised Longclaw at the faces of the bannermen who wanted to break ranks. The tone in his voice was only matched by a fire in his eyes that made even the hardest veterans amongst them tremble. Jon's gaze continued to blaze through the faces of his troops, daring them to disobey his order. Fortunately they knew it unwise to rile the White Wolf, and soon one by one, they all began to sheath their weapons; all except one.

Grey Worm glared at the men in red and gold armor in front of him. Rage and bloodlust had already taken him when he witnessed his beloved Missandei beheaded before him. He didn't want justice; he wanted vengeance on those who followed the Lion Queen who had caused so much pain to him and his own Queen.

"Grey Worm…stand down, it's over. They know they've lost; they've laid down their arms. There's no need to harm them now that they've surrendered." Jon said to him cautiously. Greyworm eyed him with a hateful gaze then glared back at the Lannister men, his grip tightening even more on his already bloodied spear. He cared not for the words of Jon Snow ever since he betrayed Daenerys and her feelings, whether he was the Queen's Warden or not, he didn't respect him nor did he take orders from him. "Grey Worm…STAND DOWN! There's no point in killing those who have no will to fight and have already surrendered!" Jon urged on, still maintaining the fire in his eyes to try and get across to the Unsullied commander.

Davos witnessed the tension between the two thinking he should intervene; 'Ohhh boy, this could get out of hand real fucking quick.' he thought to himself. Grey Worm was about to speak, or perhaps throw all caution into the wind and spear the Lannister men when they all heard the loud defying roar of Drogon who landed with a thud on top of a building to their immediate right.

Every man looked up at the great beast; the Lannister men dropped to their knees and cowered in fear. They were now at the mercy of the Dragon Queen and the Black Dread Reborn. They heard the tales of what happened at the Battle of the Goldroad. Daenerys Targaryen decimated the Lannister forces with ease with her dragon and army. Those who were lucky enough to survive were given the choice to either bend the knee to her, or be executed via dragonfire. For the Lannister commander and his men, the choice was a no brainer.

Dany stared down from Drogon at the group before her, she glanced to the Lannister men to her right, and the Northman to her left. She caught Jon's gaze for but a moment before she settled on Grey Worm and called out to him. "Grey Worm, gather the remaining Unsullied and Dothraki and regroup outside the city's main gate, start setting up a camp."

"The city may have fallen my Queen, but these men are soldiers of Cersei Lannister!" he replied shouting in Valyrian as he gestured his spear at the enemy group. "They are the enemy! They must die!"

"They have laid down their weapons and no longer wish to fight for her! It's over, and they know it. We have all fought enough!" Dany replied but not in Valyrian, but the common tongue instead. She hoped it would help convince the Lannister men that she didn't want them butchered, and that she was not like her father the Mad King. She had Drogon step down to a smaller building in front of them than the one he had landed on. Drogon then lowered his left wing in a way so she could harmlessly slide down it towards the ground; once she landed on her feet effortlessly she looked at the group of men who cowered before her and addressed them.

"Who among you is your commander?" She asked.

Said commander raised his head to meet her gaze and stepped forward still trembling with fear "That would be me Your Grace."

"What is your name?"

"Darrin Daxer Your Grace…" He replied as he bowed his head, unsure of what fate awaited him and his men.

Dany was puzzled "I don't believe I've ever heard of House Daxer commander, would you enlighten me?'

Daxer gave a slight chuckle "Heh, I'm not surprised you haven't Your Grace. We are a very small house from the Westerlands. Unlike the other vassals of House Lannister we were….forced into conscription."

Dany arched an eyebrow "Forced how?"

Daxer gave a deep sigh and glanced at his men, then back to Dany and met her gaze. "We were told that if we didn't fight for House Lannister…then our families would suffer. My….my wife was held at knifepoint and I had no choice but to comply..."

Tears then gathered in his eyes "She was with child then; we were expecting very soon…It's been 2 months since I've seen her and all I wish to do is to return home and finally meet my newborn Your Grace. I don't wish to fight; I just want to see my family."

Dany's heart broke with sadness and at the same time filled with rage. Cersei had forcibly tore families apart who wanted no part in her war. She would show these men just how different from Cersei and her father she was.

She looked upon the rest of Daxer's men; they had relaxed slightly but were still fearful of what would happen to them. "Do the rest of you feel the same as him? You wish to return home to your families and loved ones?" she asked them. Among the men she could hear the series of 'Ayes' along with many nods of their heads.

"Darrin Daxer, I offer you and your men a choice."

"Beg pardon Your Grace," Daxer blurted out "but if the choice is to bend the knee to you or face execution, I'd rather much swear fealty to you than die for that Lion bitch." His men echoed his words with 'Ayes' and all bent the knee to Dany.

Her jaw went slightly slack at their willingness to swear to her, but she regained her composure and addressed them once again. "While I am pleased you would so easily swear to me, I would not have forced you to unlike Cersei. Even if you refused, you and your men would still be able leave here if you wished; your lives will remain unharmed."

Now it was Daxer's jaw that went slack "Then…what is this choice you're offering us Your Grace?"

Dany gave them a warm smile "The same choice I gave to the Unsullied when I freed them from them from the Good Masters of Astapor: You may fight for me if you desire to do so, if not, then you may leave here and return to your families. No harm will come to any of you; you have my word. Regardless of what your decision is, I only ask one favor of you all." She watched as the men looked at her with slightly wide eyes.

Daxer was just as in shock as his men, "…And what would this favor be? Your Grace?"

She looked back at Davos and Jon, "Ser Davos?"

"Yes Your Grace?" he answered, glancing to Jon as to what she had in mind. Jon could only give shrug in return.

"While Grey Worm and I regroup the Unsullied and Dothraki; would you and Lord Snow assist Commander Daxer and his men in helping the civilians and escort them out of the city to safety?" she asked. Jon couldn't help the smile that crept on his face; he knew that one day everyone would see her for the kind and caring Queen she really was. Only days ago on Dragonstone had she ruthlessly executed Varys and had told him that she had no love here, only fear. Yet here she was, slowly earning the love and appreciation of people who but mere minutes ago were their enemies, he was so proud of her.

Davos noticed Jon's smile and how he still looked at the Queen, he didn't know what had happened between them recently but decided to file it away for later. He turned to Daenerys "Aye Your Grace, that's a good idea. We'd be more than happy to help the folk of the city. There are enough of us to split into three groups; we'll cover more ground that way. I can take half of Commander Daxer's men with me towards Flea Bottom."

"I'll take some of my men and head towards Visenya's Hill." added Jon.

"Me and the rest of my men can sweep towards the Gate of the Gods." replied Daxer.

"Excellent!" remarked Daenerys; she turned back to Daxer who had stood with his men. Any fear that they had about her had evaporated and they even had smiles on their faces. "I thank you Commander for willing to assist me and my allies. You need not tell me your answer for the choice I gave you. I only wish that we help the people first, and regardless what happens afterwords; I genuinely wish you and your men safe and swift travels back to your loved ones."

Daxer couldn't help the tears in his eyes again, this woman was NOTHING like the propaganda that Cersei had flooded the city and Westerlands with. No, this woman was one who cared for the people around her. Whether they were highborn or common folk, she cared for all, unlike Cersei who only cared for her own selfish gains. The fact that Daenerys was willing to actually give them a choice and not threaten them with execution made him appreciate her much more, she was a true Queen.

He glanced at his men behind him; all were smiles and gave him nods of assurance. He turned back to Daenerys, took a couple steps forward, and knelt in front of her. Yes they had a choice, they didn't have to swear to her but that was just it, they WANTED to.

"Your Grace, House Daxer pledges itself to House Targaryen in perpetuity." he spoke with pride in his voice. Behind him, all his men kneeled before Dany, all swearing loyalty to her.

Dany couldn't believe what had just transpired and though they were just a group of soldiers she knew she was slowly winning the people of Westeros. "Rise Darrin Daxer, we have much work to do." she proclaimed with a proud smile on her face.

Daxer rose from his knelt position "Alright men! You heard the Queen! We have our new orders! Half of you with me towards the Gate of the Gods, the other half with Ser Davos! Help as many as you can!" His men cheered as they removed their Lannister helmets and tossed them to the ground.

As Dany walked over to Grey Worm to work out their plan to regroup outside the city, Jon turned to his own men who looked ashamed that they tried to disobey him. He approached them as many hung their heads in shame.

"My Lord…we….we deeply apologize for…" spoke one soldier, but Jon just held his hand up.

"Now's not the time to dwell on that." said Jon. "What matters now is that we go out and help the people who have suffered just as much, if not more than us."

'Ayes' chorused from his banner men then a Vale warrior spoke up.

"To Visenya's Hill My Lord?" he asked.

"Half of you will join me there," replied Jon. "The other half will split between Ser Davos and commander Daxer. Understood?"

"Yes My Lord!" the soldiers replied in unison.

Jon glanced at Dany who was still speaking to Grey Worm. He had wanted to speak with her on certain…things, many things that they didn't have time to discuss before. He sighed, and reasoned that now wasn't the time and he had work to do as he addressed his men.

"Alright boys! We're heading towards Visenya's Hill; we're going to help out as many civilians as we can. Keep your eyes peeled though! Should we encounter hostile forces do your best to DISARM them if possible. Those who surrender willingly must not be harmed; they could help us with the rescue effort. As for the enemies who are disarmed but still refuse to surrender will be taken prisoner; but our main priority will be to first get the people safely out of the city, understood?"

All the bannermen 'Ayed' back understanding his orders. "Alright men, follow me!"

He turned around and was about to sheathe Longclaw…

*THWACK!*

A shocked and hurtful grunt left his mouth, and his chest was in an excruciatingly huge amount of pain. Longclaw fell from his hands and landed on the ground with a clang heard by all as he fell to his knees.

"JON!" screamed Dany.

The bells continued to ring…

Cersei Lannister stood in one of the high towers of the Red Keep and watched as the city quickly fell to her enemy. The Iron Fleet and Golden Company wiped out, the scorpions meant to deter the Dragon Queen's beast all destroyed with ease. A scowl formed on her face as she heard the tolling of the city bells, she gave no such order for surrender. She wondered if her own sworn bannermen had betrayed her and allowed the dragon whore to take the city.

'How can all of this be possible? Damn them all, weak fools giving up so easily. They're all useless cowards, but as long as I have the peasants around the keep the dragon whore wouldn't dare approach me, and she'll NEVER have MY Throne!' she thought confidently. She had opened the gates of the Red Keep to allow some of the civilians to take shelter there; however it was only a ploy so she could have another layer of defense. She never cared for those beneath her; she was a Lannister, a Highborn and the Queen. All others were nothing but filthy vermin, only useful to her as tools for her ambitions.

As she gazed over the city, something quite curious caught her eye. The black dragon that undoubtedly was being ridden by the foreign dragon bitch had moved from a wall it was perched on, to the center of the city. For the first time since the siege, Cersei moved from her position to reach for a spyglass and focused its sight on the dragon. What she saw piqued her curiosity even more as she saw the Targaryen Queen move off her mount on the dragon and down to the streets below it.

'What in seven hells is she doing?" she asked no one in particular.

"What is it Your Grace?" asked Qyburn.

She paid him no mind as she lowered the spyglass slightly before a thought caused her eyes to widen. She raised the spyglass and noticed that the Dragon Queen hadn't remounted her beast, she was still down in the city streets, and was now truly vulnerable.

She set down the spyglass as a calculating and cruel grin formed on her lips 'This is too perfect! I can wipe them all out here and now and then there will be NO ONE left to challenge me.' she would do what her father and fat oaf husband Robert failed to do, wipe House Targaryen to extinction.

Maintaining her eyes on the dragon she gestured her head slightly back where she knew her Hand was standing behind her. "Qyburn?" she quipped.

"Yes Your Grace?" he answered.

"It is time to put our contingency plan into motion. Is everything prepared?"

Qyburn's brows shot up as a creepy smile formed on his lips "It is Your Grace, if that is your command I will see to it immediately."

Cersei turned her head to look at him, with that prideful all-knowing smirk on her face "It is, see to it at once." She turned her gaze back to the dragon in the center of the city, still without its rider and echoed the very same words of the Mad King Aerys II.

Her smile finally became morbid and maddening "Burn them all."

A/N: Ahhhhhh Cersei you mad mad mad bitch! The TRUE MAD QUEEN! The TRUE villain! I will NOT let her get off the hook like they did in the show, and she will NOT have some piss poor, wet dishcloth kind of death.

Something I want to do with this story and my other GOT fics, a further and deepr dive into the relationship and personalities of the dragons! The mind speak between Dany and Drogon is a lot of fun to write. Dragons are powerful and highly intelligent creatures, and I wanted to take that to the next level!

Uhhhhh ohhhhh Jon's taken a hit! Will he be okay?! Question for later ;)

Darrin Daxer! Just a made up character I created off the top of my head, I'll probably have a many other made up characters come into this story but why not? He's a good fellow, I have a feeling you will all love him!

Things are about to take a nasty turn for the good guys next chapter!

geros ilas! Everyone!