I stood out on the balcony in my chambers, the sea breeze blowing through my hair as Tyrion and Varys stood behind me. They were informing me about what happened after the battle, about what Dany did to the Tarly's.
"And you counseled her against it right?" I asked, taking a deep breath and turning to go back inside. Varys stood in the doorway while Tyrion stood closer to my vanity, a cup of wine in one hand. I walked over as he poured me a glass and handed it to me. I took a long drink of the sweet dornish red.
"Of course I did. I don't condone murder unnecessarily. She wiped out an entire house, the other houses won't look kindly in her favor" Tyrion explained, taking a long drink himself.
"The army is large enough that she doesn't need their support, not yet anyway," I mumbled taking another long sip.
"Obtaining more soldiers from other houses isn't our main cause for concern" Varys quips in.
"He's right, it's about gaining acceptance when she wins the throne. She cannot rule without support" Tyrion says with a heavy sigh, taking another drink.
"It was one house. One where there are hundreds. Perhaps she has now eliminated the threat of a rebellion that that house might have started" I argue, taking another drink, trying to wash the weird taste of those words leaving my mouth.
"Surely you can't be defending her actions?" Tyrion asked.
"She is my Queen, I will always defend her" I replied.
"That's what a lot of people said about your father, and we all know how that turned out" Varys mumbled.
"She is not our father. She just has a bit of a temper, but I know that doesn't justify her actions. But she isn't our father, and she will never become our father. Not while we're here to advise her" I say in a firm voice.
"You should speak to her about what happened. Convince her of the importance of making friends" Tyrion urges, setting his glass down on the table.
"She is at least entertaining the idea of having Jon as an ally"
"With all due respect Princess, she is only entertaining the idea because of your relationship with him," Varys says a bit stiffly.
"That cannot be the only reason. The North is a strong ally"
"Yes, a strong ally who contributed to Robert's Rebellion. A strong ally that could rebel against her" Tyrion replies.
"Jon would never-"
"I'm not saying he will, but that possibility will always be there...unless he pledges himself to house Targaryen"
"Jon would never pledge the North to the South. Not after everything that's happened" I say with a heavy breath, looking down into my cup.
"He would, with the proper motivation and incentive," Tyrion says a bit slowly, eyeing me to gauge my reaction.
"What are you implying?" I ask, my gaze shifting from Tyrion to Varys and back to Tryion. They exchange a look.
"We would like to make Jon an offer. You both will be betrothed and if he proves his loyalty and brings the North to accept us, you two will be married. If not..." Varys says trailing off towards the end.
"You want to use me, to get to Jon? To get the North?" I ask. I couldn't tell if I was more shocked or angry. The cup of boiling wine in my hand said otherwise.
"We don't want the North, we need him as an ally," Tyrion says.
"Robert Baratheon made a similar deal with Ned Stark. But it was between me and Robb, and we all know how that turned out" I say sharply.
"It turned out with you getting to keep your life. I remember that bargain. I had heard whispers that there was a Targaryen girl in the North and when I heard about you I wrote a raven to the King suggest he betroth you to Robb Stark and take you as his ward" Varys admits.
"It was you? You're the reason I had to leave Winterfell!" I snapped, setting my glass down because I could feel it starting to melt in my grasp.
"No Princess, I think you'll find that your declining health made you leave. If you had a choice to remain in Winterfell you would have remained and you would have died"
"You don't know that"
"I believe I do. When I helped you escaped King's Landing Myra told me you believed that she was taking you to Jon Snow. Despite the fact that you swore to Ned Stark you'd leave Westeros. If given the choice no doubt you would have made the wrong one" he informs me with a knowing look.
"We'll never know what I would have chosen because I was never given a choice! If I could go back, I would have convinced Jon to run with me. To go South, to the Riverlands. I would have made a plan. But instead, I was sold to a drunk King" I say through gritted teeth.
"Let's not focus on what could have been. What happened, happened, we shouldn't dwell on it" Tyrion interjected.
"You're right. It was years ago. Regardless, I will not be your pawn when it comes to Jon"
"I'm afraid Princess that I was not asking your permission. The Queen has already approved of this plan" Tyrion mumbles.
"How long have you had this plan?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest. He stays quiet for a minute, looking down at the ground before answering.
"Since you left in the middle of the night in Meereen. But I didn't suggest it to the Queen until recently" he says quickly, looking back up to meet my eyes.
"And this is her command?"
"Yes, it is. She is going to make the proposal to Jon later this afternoon during the meeting"
I nod along to his words.
"If the Queen commands it, I will go along with her plan" I reply. They move to exit the room but Varys stops and walks over to me.
"This arrived earlier today from Winterfell," he says, slipping me a scroll before he exits the room, closing the door behind him.
I quickly open up the scroll and stand in shocked silence as I read the contents of the scroll and see who it's signed by. I can feel my heart start to squeeze in my chest as I struggle to comprehend what I've read. The Night King was coming according to Bran's visions. But more importantly, Bran and Arya had returned. It was impossible. Maybe even more than impossible.
I quickly exited my chamber and jogged my way across the castle to Jon's chambers. I stopped in front of his door and raised my hand to knock, but I couldn't. If I told Jon about his siblings return, he'll want to go back to Winterfell immediately. He would leave...and I would have to stay here...wouldn't I? My duty was here. My sister and everything we had been working towards are here. And yet, my heart was with him. Could I ever throw either of those things away?
Before I could dwell too much on it the door opened up revealing Jon. He smiled when he saw me and I gave a faint smile in return. He opened up his door wider to let me in and closed it behind me when I entered. I turned towards him and wordlessly handed the scroll to him. He was confused at first, and I could see fear flash across his face before he started reading. When he did begin to read I could see his eyes continuously shifting over the words.
"When did you get this?" he asks softly, continuing to stare at the paper.
"Just a few minutes ago" I reply as he looks up with a giant smile covering his face.
"They...I...I had thought they were dead. There was never any news on them and now. Now they're back. And Bran says the Night King is getting closer" he says tripping over his words from shock and excitement. But his smile starts to falter as he started to think about what it meant.
"You sister would never let me leave...not unless I pledged myself and the North to her" he mumbles.
"I can speak with her. We'll figure out a way to go back" I told him reassuringly.
"We?" he asks.
"Yes, we. I haven't seen Bran and Arya in years. We've all been apart from each other for too long. I don't want to spend another second of my life without you and my family in it" I admit.
"And your sister? She's your family too"
"I won't be gone from her for long. But I want to go with you to Winterfell. I want to go home"
"But would she let you go? As much as I want to I can't steal you away from her without serious repercussions"
"I think she would let me go. She understands my feelings towards you, maybe a bit too well" I reply mumbling the last part. I fiddled with my ring as I spoke. He steps towards me and sets his hands on my waist as he searches my eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asks softly.
"You can't be rid of me that easy Jon Snow," I say with a smile. He smiles back and gives me a quick kiss.
"I'll ask the Queen later if we can leave for Winterfell" he replies. I nod as he drops his hands from my waist. We're about to exit the room when I place a hand on his back to stop him.
"Jon?" I ask, trying to think of how I was going to phrase this.
"Yes?"
"Before...before you left for the wall and I left for King's Landing. If the King hadn't betrothed me to Robb, would you have gone south with me?"
He stays quiet for a second.
"South to King's Landing?"
"No. Just far enough South to escape the Northern cold" I clarify. He goes quiet. He looks at me with guilt in his eyes.
"You don't want to know the answer"
"Please...just tell me. It's not like we could go back anyways...I just want to know if you would have" I beg. He smiles at me sadly.
"I wouldn't've" he admits.
"Why?"
"I'm a bastard. You're a princess. I would never be able to give you anything. You deserved so much. I spoke to Robb about it a few times. Course I knew he fancied you. He told me that he would get you a good match. That he'd find a man for you who would treat you right. You'd want for nothing. How could I take you away from something like that?"
There was so much certainty in his voice. A part of me wanted to scold him as I did in Winterfell. But I was older and I knew why.
"You really loved me that much?" I ask, feeling a bit of water welling up in my eyes. He seemed a bit shocked that I didn't scold him. He said nothing and nodded. I stepped forward, closing the gap between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss was deep and long and he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as I lost myself in his lips.
When we broke away he looked at me in confusion as I cupped his cheek with my hand. I smiled at him and he smiles back.
"I love you...you know that right?" I mumble. He places a kiss on my forehead.
"I love you too. Now come on, we don't want to be late to the meeting" he mumbles and turns for the door. I follow him out of the door as we slowly make our way towards the meeting room.
We're about halfway there when I grab Jon's arm and stop him.
"Jon...there's something you need to know before-" The words get stuck in my mouth as I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and feel a wave of anger overtake me. There, having just turned down this section of the hallway stood Theon Greyjoy.
He stopped for a moment and made eye contact with me. He was surprised to see me, just as much as I was surprised to see him. I couldn't think clearly. Firey anger was running through my veins. I quickly pulled out my dagger from my left hip and strode over to him. I wrapped my hand around the front of his shirt and pushed him up against the brick wall of the hallway. I raised the blade up to his neck.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you right now" I snapped. I could hear Jon quickly moving towards me to stand by my side
"I-I-I-..." he stuttered.
"I. I. I. You what?! You betrayed Robb! You betrayed Bran and Rickon. You are responsible for the deaths of so many people!" I hissed wanting nothing more than to cut his throat.
"Emelya"
"Don't call me that!" I snapped back, pushing the blade closer to his throat so he had to struggle to look at me.
"He saved Sansa...he helped her escape Ramsay" Jon said from behind me.
"One good act does not make up for the things he's done!" I spit back turning to look at Jon.
"Do it" Theon whispered. I whipped my head back to look at him, feeling confused.
"What?"
"Do it. Cut my throat. I deserve it. I'm the reason Robb is dead. I'm the reason Rickon is dead and Bran is gods knows where. So do it...cut my throat and be done with it"
I thought he was taunting me like he used to when we were younger. But his voice was full of sincerity and sorrow. He was looking at me with defeated eyes, the eyes of a broken man. I slowly lowered my knife away from his neck and stepped away from him, so I was shoulder to shoulder with Jon.
"One false move, one misstep...and I'll kill you. Do you hear me?" I ask through gritted teeth. He nods and moves to leave but stops. He turns back around to face me.
"I'm sorry. There's no excuse for what I did...but for what it's worth...before I did what I did...He said that he'd gotten a raven from you and that you might be making your way to his camp from King's Landing. He ordered me to get a small group of men together and start looking for you. To bring you to him...that you might have a baby with you and that you were to be addressed as his Queen. I'm so sorry that I didn't try" he says continuing to give me his broken look.
"What about Myra and Yara, where are they?" I ask him emotionlessly.
"They were taken by my Uncle Euron, I've come to ask the Queen to help me get them back" he answers a bit stiffly.
I don't say anything and eventually, he turned and left. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Robb knew I was alive? Despite the raven, Varys sent him and everything else he thought that I'd make it...that I'd come back to him. Maybe I killed him as much as Theon did. If I had been able to make it back...the whole thing that happened with the Freys wouldn't have happened. He might have been King.
And Myra. One of my closest friends was taken hostage by a man I had never heard of. What was I supposed to do?
I quickly wiped at my eyes and turned to continue on to the meeting room. Jon stopped me and looked down at me with a worried look.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"Fine...let's just get to the meeting shall we?" I ask as I continue to walk. What had gotten into me? My emotions were bouncing all over the place. The control over my emotions and heat I had gained over the years, was gone. What was wrong with me?
Jon and I entered the chamber room with the painted table. I moved to stand by my sister's side as everyone started to take their seats.
"Shall we begin?" Dany asks looking around the table. Jon clears his throat and we all turn to look at him.
"Recently I received a raven from Winterfell. My younger sister Arya and younger brother Bran have returned to Winterfell. Bran has written to me about a vision he's had. About the white walkers advancing on the North. If they make it past the Wall, Winterfell is the only thing that stands in their way. So with your permission, I...we would like to return home, to Winterfell" he says, looking at me with a small smile. I smile back and turn to look at my sister.
"You want to go with him?" she asks me a bit shocked. I open my mouth to answer but she abruptly turns back to look at him.
"You don't have a big enough army to fight against the dead," she says bluntly, completely ignoring his request.
"Then join us. With your armies and your three dragons we will stand a better chance than if we fought alone" he tells her.
"If I turn my forces to the North to help you fight, Cersei will march against us" Dany replies.
"What if we could capture one of these wights and bring it South to King's Landing. It will prove that the army of the dead is real and it just might convince Cersei to agree to a truce" Tyrion offers.
"That would be a suicide mission, trying to appeal to Cersei Lannister" Varys remarks.
"Yes, but I can persuade my brother Jamie. He can get Cersei to meet with us, and a meeting might be all we need" Tyrion replies turning to look at my sister.
"I'd be able to smuggle you in, but it's a risky mission, even for someone as experienced as I am" Ser Davos remarks.
"My Queen, allow me to go on this expedition and bring back one of these wights for you," Jorah Mormont says from the back of the room. My eyes widen in surprise. When did he return?
"With all due respect, the free folk will never follow you. I will go and lead the expedition. I have the most experience beyond the wall and with our enemy" Jon states rising from his seat.
"I'll go as well," I say standing up.
"No," Jon and Dany both say as they turn to look at me. Dany rising from his seat.
"I'm a good fighter and you'll need my skills beyond the wall" I state, turning to look at them both.
"What skills?" Jon asks. I turn back to look at him. I grab my dagger from my left hip.
"In addition to radiating heat from my body...I can do this" I explain. I quickly make a cut in my right palm. After a moment or two, a flame rises and rests in my hand. Jon and Davos look at me with wide eyes. I make a fist and the flame disappears.
"You'll need my heat and my fire. Besides, I told you the next battle we fight we'd fight together" I explain, smiling at Jon.
"Despite that, you are my sister and heir. I will not risk you" Dany says looking at me sternly.
"You won't risk me, but you'd risk them? They need all the help they can get, and I won't leave them to do it alone" I reply.
"It doesn't matter. I did not give you permission to leave" Dany replies turning to look at Jon.
"I am the King in the North. You had the power of life and death over me but I trusted you. Even though you were a stranger to me. I ask that you return the favor by trusting me now. By trusting us now" Jon says with a defeated sigh as he glances at me.
"I trust you. I trust that you will keep my sister safe, and return with this wight" she says.
"Of course your Grace. I will protect her with my life" he replies. Jon and Ser Davos leave the meeting room. I cross the length of the room and shut the doors behind them as I turn to look at my sister and all of her advisors.
"You must be mad. Wanting to sail up to the North, to where the dead walk. Have you no care for your own life?!" Dany snaps at me.
"More so than you have for my life apparently! I couldn't help but notice you forgot to bring up the marriage proposal to Jon" I snap back. She stays silent for a moment and glances over at Tyrion and Varys.
"I was perfectly fine marrying to help better your rule. To give you strong alliances. But using me to blackmail a man that I love, I thought you were better than that" I spit. The fireplace at the side of the room roared to life.
"This is to better my rule, to better our rule. It will reaffirm his loyalties and bring the north to our side. It will better our cause and his" Dany argues.
"He will come to our side on his own. But he won't sacrifice the north to do it. He would never sacrifice the north for me so don't ask him to"
"Really? You really don't think he would sacrifice the North for you? That he wouldn't sacrifice everything for you?" Tyrion asks.
"I doubt it" I reply.
"Well, I don't. I think he would give up everything for you" he replies.
"And you would exploit that? For what? You just told him that you trust him" I argue.
"And I do trust him...to a point" Dany interjects.
"What about me? Don't you trust me?" I ask.
"Of course I trust you. You are my sister. But I cannot trust a man simply because you trust him" she states.
"So don't. Trust him because you trust him. But I will not be doing your dirty work for you. I will not be used as a tool against him" I reply, turning to leave the room. I place my hand on the door to open it when she speaks.
"So you would betray me? You would betray your Queen?" she asks.
"My Queen betrayed me first" I mumble back, opening the door and leaving the room.
I turn down the hall and see Jon leaning against the wall. He straightens up as I approach him. I smile but he doesn't return the gesture.
"What in the seven hells were you thinking?!" he immediately snaps at me.
"I was thinking I'd go North of the wall and help you" I answer, continuing to walk down the hall back towards my chambers. He follows me, practically seething in anger.
"I don't need your help. What I need is for you to be safe"
"And I will be"
"No, you won't! You could be killed out there. You were injured in battle not but a few hours ago" he says continuing to scold me like a child. I quickly enter my chambers as Jon storms in after me. I slam the door shut behind me and turn to face him.
"Yes, I was injured. Yes, it will be dangerous. But that doesn't give you the right to tell me not to risk my life when you are going to go out there and do the same thing! You swore to me that you would never leave my side and I swore the same. I intend to keep that promise" I say sternly, walking up so my face was right in front of his.
"You can't follow me here. It's too dangerous. I can't lose you, not again" he says with a broken sigh. His eyes seemed to shake as he looked into mine. It was one of the very few times that I have ever seen Jon Snow afraid.
"And I can't lose you. I will not sit idly by and wait for you to return to me. I want to fight by your side and help you however I can. So please Jon, don't fight me on this. I'll be going with you either way and I'd rather us not be bickering at each other the whole time we're away" I mumble starting to fiddle with my ring, shifting my gaze.
He stays silent for a moment and I can feel his eyes searching me. I move to walk towards my vanity but he grabs my arm and stops me.
"What's wrong?" he asks me with worried eyes.
"What?" I mumble, looking up at him.
"You have that vacant look in your eyes and you're fiddling with your ring. I know you, I know when something's wrong, so tell me, what is it?" he asks, letting go of my arm.
"It's nothing, there's just been a lot on my mind recently" I reply, looking down at my ring.
"What's been on your mind?" he asks calmly.
"Really Jon it's nothing"
"No, it's not nothing if it's bothering you. And you can't have your mind full of troubles when you go beyond the wall. Your mind has to be clear as well as your senses. So tell me, what's bothering you?" he asks me with a firm voice, but with love in his eyes.
"I was just ready to go home...that was all" I reply, only partially lying to him. I couldn't tell him about what was happening with my sister. As he said, our minds needed to be clear when we go North, beyond the wall. And this would only upset him, make him leave or possibly turn against her.
He smiles and steps forward, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"We'll go home soon enough," he says as he pulls away to look at me. I smile back as he turns to exit the room. He pauses before he does, turning to look at me.
"I am happy you're coming with us. I would have missed you" he says with a slight smile as he turns and exits my room.
Oh gods, what was I doing? I lied to him. I had lied to him. I don't think I've ever done that before. Is this what family did to you? Turned you into liars? I love my sister, and I believe in her as a ruler...but, not like this. I won't sacrifice Jon for her, or for anyone for that matter.
My thoughts drifted to the past as I started preparing for our journey. I grabbed my warmest furs, which included my white fur cloak Sansa had made for me years ago. I had my sword, black sister, and my dagger. I had a blanket and some warm fur boots that were left for me earlier by my Dothraki handmaids. I had no idea how cold it would be, but I had to go assuming it was going to be freezing, a type of cold that my dragon fire would even struggle with.
I exited my chambers in my light leathers and headed down towards the mines. As soon as my boot-clad feet hit the sand, a couple of Dothraki blood riders took my rolled up furs and blanket and headed towards the boat. I nodded in a way of saying thanks and continued to the mines.
Within a few feet of the cave, I could hear the clanking of metal on metal and the thuds of metal on rock. I walked a few feet into the mouth of the cave and saw Jon supervising the Dothraki and Unsullied as they carried away large black rocks. Dragonglass.
"They're beautiful," I remarked as I moved to his side, looking up and seeing even larger amounts of the dark rocks.
"Would you like to see the cave paintings?" he asks.
"You haven't destroyed them yet?" I ask turning to look at him. He smiles a bit and grabs a torch off the wall.
"No, I had a feeling you wanted to see them" he replies, starting to walk deeper into the mouth of the cave. I looked up in awe at the rocks that were surrounding us. From the ground to the ceiling the cave was covered in it.
"Through here" Jon calls, turning my focus back to him as he leads me to a small opening. I slowly walk over to him as he hands me the torch and moves to the side.
"Ladies first," he says making me smile.
"Well I'm not really a lady now am...I..." my words trail off as I see the thousands of spiral paintings scattered on the cave walls. The light from the torch gave them almost a golden glow and left me speechless. There was a warmth in here that I couldn't quite place.
I walked forward, with Jon walking behind me. I stopped in the center of the room and I could feel his breath on my neck. He placed his left hand on my waist and his right moved gently to my wrist, guiding the torch up to illuminate certain sections of the walls.
"When you said you found cave paintings...I assumed you meant a couple of sketches...not all of this" I mumble in awe. I feel Jon snake his arm around my waist and pull me close so my back was to his chest. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing him to hold me against him. For a moment, the rest of the world didn't matter or exist for that matter. It was just me and him alone in the cave.
"It is something, isn't it? I didn't think it would be so beautiful, almost as beautiful as you" he whispers placing a kiss on the back of my head.
"I wish we could stay here. Just forget about the rest of the world and live out the rest of our days in here" I mumble back. I feel him tense a bit behind me but I decide not to call him out on it.
Eventually, though we had to leave the cave. He followed me out the way we came but before we were all the way through, Ser Davos stood before us with a young man at his side.
"Your Graces, this is-"
"You are a lot shorter than I expected," the young man said, interrupting Ser Davos and looking at Jon.
"My name is Gendry Waters, Your Grace. Robert Baratheon's bastard. I understand that our fathers were friends and fought together side by side. I hope that we can join forces as well like our fathers did. I want to accompany you on this mission of yours" he states bluntly.
"Can you swing a sword?" Jon asks.
"No"
"Can you use a bow?"
"No, but I can swing a hammer. I imagine it's no different" he replies. Jon nods.
"We're leaving soon, you and your hammer are welcome to join us," Jon tells him.
"Is the Lady coming as well?" he asks turning to look at me with curious eyes.
"Boy, this 'Lady' is the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms," Ser Davos tells him.
"It's alright Ser Davos. My name is Rhaella, and yes I will be going with you. Speaking of I should go see to the boat. Excuse me" I reply with a polite smile, exiting the caves.
With my hands behind my back, I walked across the sandy beach and stood a couple of feet away from the shoreline, watching as the Dothraki got the boats they had stolen from Jon earlier.
"I heard you were going with them"
I let out a deep sigh as Monell moved to stand by my left side.
"I am. Have you come to try to talk me out of it?" I asked glancing at him.
"No, because I know it wouldn't do any good"
"So then why are you here?"
"You're angry with me?" he asks turning to face me.
"Yes, aren't you angry with me as well?" I reply turning towards him.
"You know I can't stay mad at you," he says softly, making me turn back to face the sea.
"You shouldn't be here," I say sternly.
"You're leaving on a suicide mission. It might be the last time I ever get to see you. Of course, I should be here" he says moving to stand in front of me.
"You couldn't have come wished me farewell with my sister and everyone else?" I ask with a bit of a knowing smile. He smiles a bit in return.
"I'm sorry...for what I said earlier" he admits.
"It's okay"
"No, it's not okay. I should try to be understanding of what's happened. But you can't ask me to give up on you that easily" he says sounding almost desperate. My hands drop and I start to fiddle with my ring.
"Monell I-" but before I can finish my sentence his hands are on my cheeks pulling my lips to his. The kiss lasted a second or two before I roughly pushed him away.
"Ray-"
"No!" I snap cutting him off. I turn as I hear Jon walking over to us. He was so close...he must have seen.
"Jon" I tried to say, but he didn't even look at me. He strode over to Monell and used both hands to clasp the front of his shirt.
"If you ever touch her again, I'll kill you," Jon says in a dark voice. He shoves Monell away and watches as he leaves.
"Jon I'm so sorry he just-" but I go silent when Jon turns towards me and places his hands on my upper arms.
"It's okay, I know you didn't want him to," he says reassuringly, giving my arms a slight squeeze.
We turn as Dany approaches with her entourage of people. She walks over to Jorah and smiles as she tells him goodbye. She walks over to us, causing Jon to give her a respectful nod.
"Your Grace," he says. She nods in return.
"Good luck on your travels Jon Snow. I hope you'll return with this wight" she says with a smile.
"Thank you, Your Grace" he replies.
"Could you give me a moment alone with my sister?" she asks.
"Of course Your Grace," he says with a smile, moving to walk towards the boats.
I try my best to avoid her gaze as she stands before me with clasped hands.
"You'll be safe out there won't you?" she asks.
"I always am" I reply, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Rhaella, I don't want us to say goodbye while we're fighting," she says pointedly.
"Fine, then let's not say goodbye" I reply, making her eyes go a bit wide. I do a mock curtesy in front of her.
"Your Grace" I mumble before turning around and heading back for the boats.
Daenerys was at a loss for words. She never thought her sister would turn on her. With everything they've been through, Rhaella had always stayed by her side. Respected her decisions. They hadn't really fought before, at least not to the degree where she would be ignored by her. Daenerys was worried, to say the least. She chewed on her lip as she watched them get ready to depart.
Jon glanced over and saw the worried look on Daenerys face. He walked back over towards her.
"Is everything alright Your Grace?" he asks.
"Just, watch over my sister will you?" Daenerys asks, too worried to keep up with the normal courtesies.
"I will. Don't worry Your Grace, I'll keep her safe" Jon tells her.
"I'll hold you to that" Daenerys says with a nervous smile.
Jon walked back over to the rowboat, back to her side.
"Are you ready?" she asks turning to him. He smiles back and places his hands on her waist, gently lifting her into the boat.
"I'm ready"