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His greed won over his good sense.
Yes, Shireen is still on Dragonstone with Viserion.
He is independent, a 'godless man' as Aeron considers him. (In a different way though, like how Theon thinks of faith and gods.)
Time to fly
Daenerys is watching him thoughtfully, most of the time. Occasionally, however, she looks like she would just like to stab him with her fork.
After she arrived for breakfast Jon made some attempts to speak with her but all he got was glares and one word answers. So he gave up eventually.
Robb, Lady Catelyn and Theon are trying to talk, keeping an eye on them, anxiously.
Bran, Arya and Sansa who do not know what is happening but obviously feel the tension by the table, despite their nature, keep silent. Jon has to tell them the truth very soon.
Finally, Daenerys finishes her very, very slow process of eating, and, as if she is doing it against her will, turns to him and says,
"Come with me."
"Are you afraid?"
It could be a playful question, a friendly one, but her voice is more hostile than teasing.
And when Jon puts his hand on Rhaegal's head her cold expression becomes angry.
He decides not to notice it.
"Flying is not a natural thing for the most of us," he smiles. "But no, I'm not afraid. I'm curious."
"So?"
Jon lowers his hand and turning from Rhaegal looks into her eyes.
"If I get on him, people will see. They will know."
"Does that bother you?"
"I thought it would bother you," Jon says frankly. "And I'm worried about my family."
"There are some things they will have to explain," Daenerys notes sullenly.
She does not reveal anything about her feelings. Though she does not even have to.
"Well… shall we start?" Jon does not move, he is waiting for her approval.
Daenerys hesitates. What she thinks she should do and what she truly wants to fight in her heart.
"No," she bursts out. "I mean… not now. There is still much I have to discuss with your… brother. Until then, I would rather not create further problems. For neither of us."
Dany wakes up crying that night.
"What's wrong?" Theon asks with alarm, sitting up, still half asleep.
Her eyes are widened, terrified and hunted.
"Dragonstone. Something is happening on Dragonstone."
Theon tries to ease her panic. What they need is composure and rationality to be able to act quickly.
"Are they attacked?"
"I think so." She throws aside the sheets. "I have to go." With tottering moves she gets up in the bed. She is distracted and puzzled. "I… Jon… I need Jon."
Theon nods.
"I'll fetch him. Get dressed."
Seeing Jon on Rhaegal's back is a strange sight – but somehow, oddly right. Dany senses the dragon's excitement, the urgent desire to fly with his rider for the first time.
Theon and her stand beside Drogon.
"Do you want to come?"
"Of course I do," he declares fiercely. Then, he sighs and – struggling with words – he says, "But… Drogon can fly faster if he has to carry only one person."
Dany knows he feels the same as her – the same wrath, the same paralyzing dread – and she is grateful he is able to stay calm – or to pretend he does.
"I…" What could she say? What could she promise? She cannot know what she will find on Dragonstone, what she can do – or if she can do anything at all.
Theon embraces her tightly.
"Take care of yourself."
A heartbeat, then, Dany steps back. They have no time to waste.
"Are you ready?" She calls out to Jon.
He may not be afraid, but he seems a bit nervous which in a more serene hour would please Dany immensely.
"Let's go."
