Real proud of this one. I just wanted to also remind you guys I won't be uploading on the weekends really because I'm usually always busy, so I'll be back Monday with a new chapter! I'll hopefully write this weekend during the nights so I can stay ahead.

Also, though this is TV!Daenerys I always describe her in my fics like Book!Daenerys, because ffffffuck D&D. :)

Be with me. Build a new world with me...This is our reason... Together.

Jon jumped up out of his sleep, confused over where exactly he was. He felt like he did when Melisandre brought him back from the dead. There was a lot of pain but the panic and anxiety took precedence. It took him a couple of minutes to catch his breath. Jon looked around the room trying to get a feel for where he was, and it didn't take long for him to realize he was back at Widow's Keep. As he tried to process how he made it back, the door opened and Rosemary walked inside.

"You're awake, good, we were worried you wouldn't wake up." She sat at his bedside and placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "You seem to be dropping your fever as well."

"H-how.." Jon's words were stuck in his throat. He was weaker than he thought.

Rosemary played with his hair like you would with a child, "Don't worry about that right now, just know everything's okay." She got up and headed back to the door, stopping before she was fully gone. "Sleep now, alright?"

Once she was gone Jon sunk deeper into the sheets. He lifted both of his hands to his lips, blowing into them to keep them warm and when he looked down he could see his knuckles were scabbed and bruised. Too tired to overthink anything, Jon rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

It's cold up here for a southern girl…

… So come keep your queen warm.

"Daenerys!" Jon screamed her name out at the top of his lungs. She's here. Her body… The Priestess... He tried to pick himself up out of his bed but his body was very weak. Still, he pushed through the aching only to find himself falling to the floor. As he tried to pick himself back up, Tormund came rushing into the room with Rosemary behind him.

"Dammit, Snow, If you weren't half dead I'd kill you myself!" Tormund yelled as he and Rosemary lifted Jon up back into the bed. "What's wrong with you, boy?"

"S-she... The body…" Jon tried to push past them to leave the room but he was too weak.

Rosemary backed off and let Tormund wrestle him back into bed, "I told you not to worry, just sleep."

"B-but... did it work?" Jon asked the question and suddenly both Tormund and Rosemary's face went pale. Rosemary said nothing as she walked to the corner of the room, quietly sitting in a chair. Tormund sat down at the edge of the bed next to Jon. From the look of his face, he was having a hard time finding the right words to say. A few moments of excruciating silence was all Jon could stand at that point. "Did it work!?" He yelled once more, his voice still hoarse from not using it for days.

"Yes."

Immediately, Jon tried to stand again. Tormund reached out to stop him but Jon smacked his hand away. "Take me..."

Tormund reached for him one more time, "Crow…"

"Please!" Jon's eyes were red now and starting to gloss over. "I need to see."

There was a small house on the other side of the homestead, usually kept empty for private visitors. Rosemary had explained to Jon that Kinvara had visited on many occasions before so this house was primarily reserved for her. He, Rosemary and Tormund all stopped outside the small house. Both of them watched Jon carefully, they were waiting for him to make a move. After a deep breath Jon reached out his hand to knock on the door, but before he could the door was already opening. On the other side was Kinvara.

"Are you sure you're ready?" She asked him, a sly smirk across her face.

Jon nodded yes. "Show me."

He only took one step before Rosemary pulled him back. "We'll wait here. Remember, she hurts too."

Jon didn't reply, instead, he took a deep breath and slowly pulled away from her. Kinvara closed the door behind him and without a word, she led him to the other side of the home. They stopped before a closed door and from beneath the crack, he could see the glow of a candle. He glanced at Kinvara, almost looking for reassurance, then back to the door. Then finally he reached out for the knob and turned it to the side, slowly letting the door creak open. Kinvara walked away, letting Jon go inside alone. He watched as he shut the door behind him, and then turned back to inspect the room. There must have been dozens of lit candles all around. His dark eyes followed them across the room, till they stopped on at the figure sitting in the corner. She was faced away from him, but Jon knew exactly who that was. Her long silver locks were loose for a change, and covering her body was a silky red robe. After everything he had done to her, there she sat once again breathing. Daenerys was alive.

Jon was at a total loss for words. What did he say to the woman that he murdered? Someone who he once loved… No, someone he still loved. Her dying moments was his betrayal. Would she remember that? If she did, then maybe this was a big mistake. He wasn't sure what was worse, killing her or bringing her back. The more Jon thought about it the more he realized that this was definitely a mistake. But what was the bigger mistake? Killing her? Or thinking bringing her back would fix things?

Suddenly she rose from her seat and Jon stumbled back into the door. He wanted so badly to see her before this moment, but now he wanted to run. As she turned to face him and he could finally see her face again Jon found himself having trouble breathing. Each breath became harder to take, and the anxiety inside him was rising.

Daenerys stared him down with tired violet eyes. She took a few steps forward but kept a good distance from him. The silence between them was enough to drive any man crazy, and right before it was too much to bare she finally spoke. "Why?"

"What?" Jon replied softly. He was so scared to scare her away. Not that there was any fear in her eyes. The only thing he could see was anger.

"You know what you've done…" Daenerys took another step closer, her hands clenched tight and her body shivering.

"Danaerys I-I…" Before he could get anything else out, Danaerys had grabbed a vase from nearby and chucked it at him. Luckily she missed and it shattered against the wall to his left.

"How dare you come here? How dare you?!" Her eyes were red and full of fire but tears fell from them anyway. "You took everything from me! You… you," Danaerys threw a book next, actually managing to hit Jon in the chest. "You were supposed to protect me! You called me your Queen… You said you loved me, but you murdered me while you held me in your arms!" At this point, both of them were crying pretty hard. Jon couldn't even look her in the eyes. He was tried so hard to contain the panic attack he was having. There was a brief moment of silence before she spoke again. Though he couldn't see her face he could hear the way her heart was breaking when she sobbed. "Why did you do it?" He didn't reply immediately and it caused her to scream, "Look at me and tell me why you shoved a blade through my heart!"

Jon looked her in the eyes and opened his mouth but only a sob came out. He couldn't say it. How was he going to tell her that he ended her life for 'the good of the realm'? Even now just saying it in his mind made him feel absolutely stupid. It wasn't worth it, the pain it put them threw, and he realized it too late. Instead, Jon dropped to his hands and knees and started to cry hysterically. The guilt he felt was torture. Jon dug himself into such deep of a hole that he knew there was no way out. Nothing he could tell her could rationalize or justify what he's done. Nothing he could do could right all the wrongs he's done against her, or bring back all the things she lost. She gave up everything to get to the Iron Throne; friends, family and love, and now here they both stood with nothing.

She turned around, refusing to look at him any longer. Both her arms wrapped around her chest as she held tight to her robe. He could hear her holding back all her tears as best as she could, but she was beginning to crack. "Please go…" She whispered quietly through the tears. Jon stood up slowly, keeping his eyes turned away from Danaerys. He said nothing as he turned for the door and left. The moment it closed behind him Jon could hear he sobbing on the other side. He stormed off as quick as he could, not wanting to listen to another moment of her crying. As Jon went for the front door he could hear footsteps approach him.

Without turning around Jon knew it was Kinvara, but at this moment he was not in the mood to face her. "Your God should have left me dead." He slammed the door as he left, praying for death.