Meereen :
Her eyes flutter open gently, a yawn escaping her lush pink lips. It's been a week since Kinvara brought her back to life. She lets her thoughts trail to that day , recalling each event as Kinvara had described to her later. She had been laid on an altar, the dagger still latched to her chest. Drogon flew in circles above them,restless and troubled. Drogon had carried Daenerys east to Volantis, to the priestess Kinvara with a hope that will be able to revive her. And that she did. What Kinvara told Daenerys was that there had been a few incantations. A huge fire erupted, it grew large and large,engulfing up the Dragon Queen's body in flames. This is how she rose from the dead. She walked out of the fire, her naked form glistening against the fire, unharmed and two baby dragons were perched on her shoulders.
They looked just like her children whom she had lost. She named them Viserion and Rhaeghal.
She looks around, adjusting to the bright light falling into her eyes from the fire lamps burning all over the room. The sunlight is sleeping through the queen's chambers, her naked body wrapped in the finest of silks as she slowly raises herself up from the bed. She grabs a jug of water and before she has taken a sip, a faint knock sounds on the door. Covering her modesty in the layers of silk, she steps gracefully off the bed, her silver hair falling all over her body. She opens the door partially and smiles at a beaming priestess standing outside her door.
"Dragon Queen.. May I come in?" She nods and opens the door, letting the priestess walk in.
Daenerys clutches her fingers into a fist, grabbing the hem of her dress as she lowers her gaze to where she was stabbed. Stabbed and betrayed by the man she loved. Anger sizzles through her body like lightning, her eyes shining visibly as she looks at Kinvara, "He stabbed me. I died." Fragments of that doomed day flood her mind, her heart throbbing wildly against her chest.
Kinvara lays her hand over hers, patting it slightly. "My Queen, the Lord of light has brought you back for a purpose . And that purpose has not been fulfilled yet. The moment when you were stabbed, that was not how you were meant to die. I only did what the prophecies ask me to. You are a part of a greater prophecy. One that is untouched as of now. I cannot tell you anything further. Do not fear, my queen, all these pieces will slowly fall back into place."
The Wall :
Jon shrugs as he grabs an axe and chops down a large chunk of wood with all his might and watches a the piece of wood breaks into neat pieces of wood and fall to the ground. Ghost sits next to Jon, playing and licking his paw. As he lets the axe fall from his hands to the ground, he slowly raises his palms as if worshipping an invisible deity, his hands reminding him everyday of how she looked into his eyes the moment she breathed her last. It was a look of betrayal. He had betrayed the woman he loved the most. He had given in to his duty, and now every single moment haunted him , as if mocking him. Four months since he last saw his woman, his hair were unkempt, his shoulders drooping, making him look like he had aged over ten years in just a few months.
While Jon had been at the wall, a sense of realization had got to him. He had killed his woman for nothing. Not that he wanted the throne, he had killed her for nothing. All she had needed was a little love, somebody to hold her and to accept her flaws. She had given Jon her army , she had kept him before her dream to go to Westeros, she could have fled or denied like Cersei but she stood by him,supported him in a land that was foreign to her. She lost so much,she lost her most trusted friend, Ser Jorah . She lost her best friend, Missandai. She lost him. That was the turning point of her life, and the bells, that was the moment she knew she couldnt take it anymore, she lashed out, she gave in to what she claimed she would never become. She became the Mad Queen.
"Till when you going to mourn like a widow , pretty boy ?"
Sighing, his shoulders stoop a little as he lifts the logs and whistles to Ghost, walking back towards the shed where they store all the wood. Tormund,however, is one not to give up so easily. "Looks like someone decided to chop off his tongue as well with the wood." Chuckling slightly, he pats Jon's back, a little too hard, to which Jon glares back at him, a frown forming on his face. "You really know how to get on people's nerves,don't you ?" "Well, somebody's got to face the tiger in the den, why not it be me ?" "Before you even get started ,my answer is no, Tormund."
Tormund raises his arms dramatically in the air, and lands a swatting slap on his back. "Gods, you and your stubborn ass. It's been months you've laid with a woman. Even a tiny pecker such as yours needs some tending to time and above." Jon and Tormund walk towards the horses, each holding a sack of hay as if they have no weight at all. " I'm fine. I don't need and definitely am not interested in these stupid things. You need to stop, Tormund. God haven't I bore enough troubles already?" "What's done is done boy, you killed the dragon woman, and maybe you loved her, but it is over now. She is dead and you are not. You need to suck it up and start living again, boy." Tormund practically spits through his teeth, his mouth tightly gripped together, his voice sounding like a hiss. Jon just shakes his head and doesn't reply since he knows Tormund would not get it anyway, what all of this means to whistles to Ghost, the white albino direwolf happily flapping its tongue as it wards off behind his friend.
Back at Meereen, Daenerys smiles as a loud screech is heard at a distance. "At least my son did not betray me " . Kinvara takes a few steps away from her after she has helped Daenerys sit on the edge of her bed, she walks towards the open window like structure, leaning against the railing as she looks at Drogon, flying in circles at a distance. "Yes , he brought you to Volantis. There's another thing you must know, Daenerys."
Daenerys senses a change in Kinvara's tone, making her sit up straight, her hand nervously drawing over the scar in her chest where Jon had stabbed her. This scar would remind her to never trust or lose your defenses for love again. "There are lot of things you need to know, while you were dead, let's just say a long sleep." "Mh hmm, go on." "My queen, when Drogon brought me back to you, it wasn't just you he brought back." She trails off , looking into Daenerys' lilac eyes, piercingly. She sighs and sits down next to her, slowly taking her hand in hers and slowly letting her other hand wander over her belly, which is slightly protruding already. "You were with child when Drogon brought you to me. And that was almost four months ago. You will bear a child, my queen." Her mouth goes dry, blinking, she looks down at her belly, and it now hits her, it is a baby bump. Jon's baby. She slowly takes her hand from Kinvara 's and places it gently on her belly, tenderly stroking her bump, a year streaming down her face. " I can't ..believe it. I thought, after all these years, I couldn't." "That baby, that grows within you, he is destined to rule Westeros. The Lord of light has showed me this. It is one of the reasons why you were brought back to life. That baby is the future of Westeros."