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Hope everyone is liking these chapters! Tomorrow is the last wacky upload and then we are back to our usual schedule! I promise next time I go on vacation I'll be more prepared lol. Also happy obnoxious fire works day to all my fellow aMERRRicans. Make sure to keep your fur babies safe today ;)

Clansmen and Unsullied alike surrounded the four fighting men, cheering and chanting as swords clashed together. The sound of steel meeting steel ringing in his ear. They were all well-rounded warriors, but Jon for sure was skilled in a way that they weren't. It was a perk of being trained in a castle by other great Knights. Not to say the duel wasn't neck and neck. Daario was a skilled warrior as well, but where he lacked in the experience Jon was granted as a boy he had a dirty style to his fighting that without a doubt made the fight a fair one.

"How did a bastard like you learn to fight like a rich man's son?" Daario asked as the swords clanged together.

"I'm no bastard," Jon growled, went to swing at Daario again. The fight felt like it had been going on for ages. Both men covered in sweat and blood. It was clear neither of them would yield, and only death would stop their fighting.

Tormund took on Grey Worm, making sure that the fight would be fair and defending his King as promised. "This only ends in death, boy, stand down while you still can."

Grey Worm raised his weapon. He was tired and bloody but still very persistent. "I will not rest until my Queen's murderer is dead."

Jon's blood was boiling and his heart racing. With every swing of the sword and every clash of the metal, all Jon could think of was getting back to his wife. Back to his unborn child. He could barely hear the chanting voices of his Clansmen as he fought Daario, his mind only on the words of his wife.

Come back to me, Jon Snow.

He would come back to her, as he promised, no matter what it took. He could hear Tormund hit Grey Worm in his gut and get him down to his knees. A part of him knew Daenerys would be very angry if her men were taken down. Thought she had no use for an army, Grey Work was once her dear friend. Death wasn't the way for him.

"Tormund, enough," Jon yelled for his brother to stand down as he stared at Daario. He dropped his sword, ready to give up. "Lay down your weapon and we can settle this."

Daario dropped his sword and pulled out a dagger, "This is settled when there's a dagger in your heart. Just as you did with our Queen." Daario started swinging at Jon. He moved back and dodged each swing the best he could. Daario lunged forward with each swing, managing to catch Jon on his arms, which he threw up to protect himself. Both men were fighting for their lives, and ready to kill the other if that's what it meant to survive.

Luckily it would not have to come to that.

"Unsullied, stand down!" Jon could recognize that voice yelling out in Valyrian. He watched as all the Unsullied came to a halt. Including Grey Worm who stood upright in attention. Through the crown of Clansmen came Daenerys and Kinvara, and Jon could see Daario and Grey Worm's eyes widen at the sight of her. "Lay your weapon's down!" She yelled this time in the common tongue. Daenerys was panting, out of breath from rushing over to the crowd. As her eyes met Jon's she smiled slightly, happy to see he was alive. "Blood of my blood."

"Dany." Jon smiled as exhaustion caught up to him and he dropped to his knees.

Daenerys rushed over to him, holding his head up to look at her, "Jon! Jon are you alright?!"

"I'm fine, Dany, I'm fine." Jon panted as he tried to catch his breath.

"Someone come help their King!" Daenerys yelled back to the Clansmen and one of the men and Davos ran over to pick him up off the dirt and get him cleaned up and treated. She watched as they carried Jon away to get help, and turned her attention back to Grey Worm and Daario. Daario was in utter shock, but it was Grey Worm who had found himself in tears. Daenerys smiled as she approached him, placing a hand on his cheek, "Torgo Nudho."

"Issa Dāria." Grey Worm went to get on his knee and bow, but Daenerys stopped him. Instead, she pulled him into her arms and hugged him.

Daenerys could hear him weeping silently. It wasn't like any of the Unsullied, especially Grey Worm, to show emotion but she understood at that moment why he did, "It's good to see you again, my friend."

"I don't understand," Daario looked at Daenerys and Jon; who was sitting down on a chair getting his wounds stitched, "So this red woman brought you back to life?"

"The Lord of Light has great plans for Daenerys Snowborn and Jon Snow," Kinvara explained, "So he granted his loyal servants the power to give them a second chance at life. I was only doing his work."

"Why him? Why her?" Daario questioned as he glanced around at the other people in the room. "What makes Jon Snow so special?"

"They are Fire and Ice," Kinvara smiled, "Together their children will be the Dragon that cleanses the world, and bring peace and prosperity to the East and West."

"What about your plan? The slaves you've promised to free?" Grey Worm turned to ask Daenerys in Valyrian.

Daenerys put her hands on her belly and looked at Grey Worm, answering him back in Valyrian, "Plans have changed. I've changed."

Daario wasn't pleased with all the answers he was given, giving Jon a dirty look before looking back at Daenerys, "He killed you! Now you're married to him?"

"I don't expect you to understand my choices," Daenerys told him, "But as your Queen-"

"You aren't my Queen anymore. Your Queen in the West now, and Meereen belongs to the Second Sons." Daario shook his head in disapprovingly.

"Daenerys Targaryen is our Queen," Grey Worm was quick to snap back and shut Daario down, "Unsullied are loyal to the House Targaryen."

Jon glanced over to Daario, giving him a similar look of disgust, "If you don't like how it is here, you are more than welcome to leave."

"Well, I think I will." Daario looked back to Daenerys again, "Our dues to you are no more, I'm taking my boys back."

Daenerys stood up slowly, approaching Daario with one hand on her belly, "If you leave on bad terms, I don't expect my husband will act as kindly the next time you return."

"You should have been a conqueror, a God amongst men," Daario told her with a sad look in his eyes.

Daenerys chuckled, "If that's what you think, then clearly you don't know me as well as you thought you did." Daenerys turned away and walked to Jon, "Everyone leave us, I need to talk to my husband."

The room cleared out till no one was left in the room but Jon and Daenerys. Once they knew they were truly alone, Jon got up to approach her. "You should've stood at the Keep."

"You would have died if I didn't come to Hardhome," Daenerys argued, "Maybe we could have kept an ally if I was here before they arrived."

"We don't need him," Jon sounded bitter and jealous with his words, and part of him truly was.

"You cannot think with your pride, Jon, we need allies! Your brother wants me dead, he wants our child dead! We need all the protection we can get." Daenerys tone got more stern as she walked closer to him, "Do not be a petty King."

Jon scoffed at her words, "I'm not petty."

Daenerys glared at him, and then smirked, "Jon Snow, I didn't think you were a jealous man."

"I don't know what you saw in him," Jon retorted as he kept her eyes off of her.

Daenerys put her hands on his face and got him to face her, "Nothing compared to what I see in you." She smiled as she rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, "Being King means making the hard choices. I know we don't want to upset our new alliance with your sister but we need the friends we can get. Send Daario home if you must, but we need the Unsullied. It doesn't hurt to be cautious."

"The Freefolk at Snowhome will not be thrilled about the Unsullied taking over." Jon replied, "They are proud men, they won't want their jobs taken from them."

"Then we think of a better solution," Daenerys answered, "And we do it together."

After a few hours of discussion peace was reached and the decision to send Daario back to Meereen, for now, was made. He and Jon settled their differences momentarily and put their distrust aside in the name of Daenerys. The Unsullied was given a choice, to return to Meereen and continue doing as they pleased or to stay in Hardhome and work with Olfred on improving the condition of the port and town. The North would not prosper with a proper trading line, so Davos and Grey Work were asked to put their heads together and work on making Hardhome a place that other trade ships will want to bring their wares.

A decent amount of Unsullied chose to go back with Daario, but most took up the offer to stay with Daenerys and work on the upgrades that Hardhome so desperately needed.

"I take it we won't see each other again for a long time," Daenerys told Daario as he watched his men board his ship.

He looked back at Daenerys and smiled, "Well, hopefully, it won't be too long." He took Daenerys hand and kissed it goodbye, then looked to Jon. "You not to bad for a Westerosi."

"Aye, and you for a mercenary," Jon shook his hand and smirked, "I'm sure it will be a long time before we need you again."

Daario snorted as he smiled, "Try not to miss me while I'm gone, Snow."

Daenerys rolled her eyes at the two men putting their egos on display. Daario bowed to both of them and then headed onto his ship. Jon and Daenerys watched with arms linked as his ship disappeared into the horizon. Not far behind them was Tormund, Davos and Grey Worm, all three waiting for their King and Queen to turn around and tell them what was going to happen next. After Daario's ship was truly out of sight, Jon and Daenerys went back to their advisors to talk.

"You should go back to the Keep, Your Grace, You still have a lot to prepare for before your child arrives," Davos told Daenerys.

Daenerys nodded and looked at Jon. "What will you do, my love?"

"I'll stay here for a bit longer, and help our Olfred and Grey Worm where I can," Jon replied, "Tormund will escort you and Kinvara back to Widow's Keep."

Daenerys nodded, looking to Tormund, "I'll meet you at the cart in a moment."

"Of course, I'll go gather some things for the travel back," Tormund pulled the other two along with him as he left, "Let's go you bums, we got shit to get done."

As they walked away, Jon turned to Daenerys to hug her goodbye. He pulled her body in from the side and held her as close to him as he could. One had on her belly and one on her head, "I won't be gone for long, I promise."

"The closer I get to the end the more I have nightmares of the first time," Daenerys's voice got sad as she held his arm tightly. In her mind, she could picture Khal Drogo's lifeless body lying in the desert. She couldn't even picture her first sons face, and the thought of that broke her heart, "I don't want to lose any more people I love."

"And you won't," Jon kissed her head and held her a little tighter, "Everything will be alright. Soon we will be able to hold our child in our arms and we can both go home. I promise you, Dany."

"I don't want to be alone when the baby comes," Daenerys told him as he looked Jon in the eyes, "Come back before they're born."

"We have time, Daenerys, I promise I'll be back in time." Jon told her as he kissed her lips, "Our child will be fine, and so shall we."