I'm back!
I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday, I worked all day and then went out to dinner with my fiance for my birthday. It was a nice relaxing day off, but I'm ready to get back into writing. Luckily I had this one planned out and ready to go for you guys! This chapter is a big one, and the next one will have a bit of a time jump in it. We are starting to get deep into the big picture of my story. It is called Children of spring and snow; so I hope you all are okay with us getting heavy into the fates of our Starkgaryen babies. I have a lot of cool plans for where we are gonna take our Jonerys family so I hope you're all as excited as I am!
"Your Grace!" Tyrion yelled as Daenerys took a step towards the ship taking them home.
Daenerys stopped in her tracks and turned back, "Tyrion…"
"Please, before you go," He handed Daenerys a note, rolled up and tied with a red ribbon, "Read this only once you are at sea, he'll have a harder time watching you out there."
"Still haven't opened it?" Jon's voice called out from behind her. Daenerys could feel his presence behind her but kept her eyes out on the sea.
"No," Daenerys replied, her hands fidgeting with the note, "I still don't know if I care enough to know what he has to say. I've forgiven you… but not him."
She could feel Jon reach out for her, his arms wrapping around her waist, "Daenerys…"
"The thing is, I'm not sure if I'm mad at the advice he gave or that which he didn't. I know I can't fully blame him on my final actions," She put her free hand on his and sigh, "But he was my advisor, the Hand of the Queen, and I trusted him to help me be better."
"Everyone has mistakes they are trying to make up for," Jon told her, "Trust me, I had blamed Tyrion for a long time for what I did too."
"He's your brothers' Hand now," Daenerys turned her head back to Jon, "How do we trust that?"
"Well," Jon let Daenerys go and turned her around to face him, "Opening a letter can't hurt."
Daenerys smiles faintly and nods okay. Very slowly, she unties the ribbon holding the letter together and unravels the paper to read the message inside. Her eyes widen as they glance over the three words that are written down. Daenerys could feel a rush of anxiousness run through her as she handed the note slowly for her husband to read himself, and could see Jon quietly gasp as he read the note out loud:
"The King Lives."
Daenerys could feel herself panting in fear as her mind lingered on dark ideas and worst case scenario, "Do you think he means…?"
Jon crumbled up the letter and took a deep breath to relax his nerves, "Gods, I hope not."
The trip back home was much quicker than the ship down South. A ship had met them at Storm's End to bring them back to Hardhome, so that way they wouldn't have to ride back. A sea trip was much easier with a growing child than land. Jon knew that Daenerys couldn't wait to be back at Wolvesden, and was homesick the entire time they were away from the North. Both of them decided Arya's wedding would be their last trip for a long while.
They hadn't even docked at Hardhome yet but across the shore in front of them, they could see Kinvara waiting for them at the edge of the dock. Once the ship was docked and they were able to get back onto land, Kinvara was right there ready for them.
"Your back," Her face was more serious than they were used to, "We need to talk."
Jon look at Daenerys than back to Kinvara, "What's wrong?"
"It's time you've seen what I've seen, what Sage had seen," Kinvara explained to them as she pointed her hand out to lead them off the dock, "What the Lord of Light has prophesied about the King and Queen Beyond the Wall."
Kinvara led them down the shore to a bonfire down; far away from the rest of Hardhome. Daenerys asked Parsley to take Lyaella to Olfred's and wait for them to finish talking. Standing around the fire waiting to hear what Kinvara had to say was Daenerys, Jon and their trusted three. Danerys and Jon stood to either side of Kinvara, and the rest of there council surrounded the other side of the fire. Kinvara had Tyrion's note in his hand as she spoke to them.
"Long ago the Lord Of Light; R'hllor, promised the return the Prince or Princess Who Was Promised. Wielding Lightbringer, the Lord's chosen would bring the dawn and save us from the darkness," Kinvara explained to all of them, "Who this Warrior of Light might be has been a mystery thought solved many people and by many of priest, but I have been shown exactly who it is that the Lord has been asking for."
"Who?" Daenerys asked her.
"The three-headed dragon," From inside her long sleeves, Kinvara pulled out the ribbon that was used in Jon and Daenerys' wedding, "Long ago I thought that only meant that he had chosen a Targaryen to bring us to salvation but I was reading the fires wrong. It wasn't Jon Snow or Daenerys Snowborn that he spoke of but a child that would be born from their love. A child of ice and fire, of spring… and of snow," Kinvara looked around at everyone and threw the ribbon into the fire, causing it to grow in size, "The Red Priestess Melisandre had been shown part of the path and did her duty to the Lord by bringing you together but what she didn't realize is that she had brought you together at a time when the Lord was not yet ready for the next step."
"What exactly is the next step?" Davos asked for all of them. Jon could see face become unsettled when Kinvara brought up Melisandre.
Kinvara throws Tyrion's note into the fire next, "I came here Beyond the Wall long ago, before the Night King and his army was banished," Kinvara explained as she got a touch closer to the fire, her eyes staring into it as if it was actually showing her something, "It was here that the Lord led me to Sage and her sisters. He showed me in the flames the vital role they would play in his plans, and I showed her the future that the sisters of Widow's Keep were fighting for," Kinvara looked at Daenerys and then to Jon, "The future that kept them warm through the Endless Winter, and made sure that they would be there when Jon Snow returned to the true North. Do you see it now? The future in the flames?"
Daenerys glanced at her husband then at Kinvara, "All I see is fire."
"Look again," Kinvara waved for both of them to take a step forward, "The Lord has much he'd like to show you."
Daenerys and Jon take a step forward to stare into the flames of the bonfire. They are both skeptical at first but after a few moments, they could see… something. What each of them saw, or at least thought they saw, was very vague and they couldn't make out much of the details of what they saw. To Daenerys, what she believes she saw was someone who could be her, or at least looked very much like her, sitting on a throne by the sea on a beautiful beach. Someone with long silver hair like hers. She couldn't even make out the gender or the clothing, but what she could see were the reds and greys in their clothing. To Jon, he sees someone who looks like it might be him who sits on a throne in a forest, once again a gender or face isn't clear but what he can see is this person's hair is dark and curly like his, but much longer. This person is wearing greys and blacks, and the forest surrounding them is covered in snow. After a few moments, the visions in the flames are gone, leaving Jon and Daenerys confused about what exactly they just saw.
"Did you see them? The Dragons who will command the future?" Kinvara asked Daenerys and Jon.
"I'm not sure what it is I saw," Daenerys told her, trying to wrap her mind around what might have been in the flames.
"That is the future that can be, but only if the Three-Headed Dragon rises again. The Night King does live on, hidden inside the Raven, and he is trying desperately to bring back the darkness. If you do not raise the Dragon to be brave and just they will not find the strength needed to stop him," Kinvara told them all, "It is up to them to forge Lightbringer and stop the darkness from spreading."
"And you think," Tormund voice was as aggravated as it was confusing, "You think this hero is one of Jon and Daenerys children?"
"Not just one, the Dragon has three heads," Kinvara replied, "Drogon is the first head, the dragon of the sky, and he waits for the rest of his kind. The Dragon of the forest and the dragon of the sea. It is possible that Lyaella is one of these heads, but only time will tell."
Davos now seemed more defensive than before, "Lyaella is just a baby."
"For now, yes," The sly look on Kinvara's face wasn't at all comforting, "But the Lord has shown me the part she plays in the war to come."
"War?" Grey War exclaimed in confusion.
"And the other head?" Tormund questioned.
Kinvara looked in Daenerys direction and inspected her with her eyes, "Soon to come, I'm sure."
"Your Lord is very vague in his prophecies," Jon replied in an agitated manner.
Kinara chuckled lightly to herself, "He tells us what we need to know, and only when we need to know it."
After what felt like forever being away, Daenerys, Lyaella, and Jon were finally back home at Wolvesden. Daenerys was laying down on the bed playing with Lyaella, and Jon was watching them from his chair in front of the fireplace. At his feet was Ghost, who was also keeping an eye on Lyaella.
They were both rather silent about what they saw during the ride home, but it was all either of them could think about, especially Daenerys, "Do you think she's telling the truth?"
"I don't know," Jon told her honestly, "But what she showed us, it felt so real. It looked so real…"
"Why do you think we saw different things?" Daenerys shot a glance at her husband, but her attention was on their daughter.
"I'm not sure," Jon hunched over in his seat, finding it hard to relax, "All I know is that if there is going to be a war... we need to prepare them."
Daenerys sat up in bed, staring at Lyaella she chewed on a soft doll, "I can't imagine sending Lyaella to war…"
Jon rose from his seat and got on the bed with his girls. Lyaella giggled and yelled excitedly at the sight of her father, and her noises made him smile, "I know, my blood, but we can prepare her so she is ready for anything."
"When does it end? When do we get to live in peace?" Daenerys sighed frustratedly.
"I… I don't think we get to," Jon's words were somber but true. Daenerys looked at him, heartbreak in her eyes, and Jon reached out for her hand, "But we will make sure that our children can. We will be sure we leave their world better than when we entered it."
"All I want is for her to never have to know what we went through, the pain and the lost," Daenerys squeezed Jon's hand tight then looked back to Lyaella, "I don't want that for Lyaella or any other child we might have."
"I don't think we get that choice," Jon told her with a heavy sigh, "But we can make sure that if she does, she will come out much stronger than we ever did."