I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, not only for this story but also for everyone who is following my other stories. To be honest my desire to write during this last year was non-existent. Today I was feeling inspired so I wrote this chapter but I can't say when the next update will be. Hope you like this one in the meantime.

Chapter 3

Two Unsullied pushed him into the cell in front of Tyrion's before locking the door behind them. Jon hadn't even tried to struggle, hadn't tried to escape. There would be no point anyway. He'd just let them drag him inside, too tired, too empty, to do anything but walk between them, replaying the same scene in his mind over and over again.

How did everything go so wrong? When did everything start to fall apart? When Sam told him the truth? Or even before then, when he and Daenerys arrived in Winterfell together? Or even before then, when Viserion was killed by the Night King in that ill-advised mission beyond the Wall? Or before still, when he stopped Daenerys from attacking King's Landing that day on the beach in Dragonstone?

He didn't know and, at this point, it didn't even matter. Nobody could turn back time. Every decision they had ever made had led them to this point.

Daenerys Targaryen had taken back the throne that had belonged to her family for three centuries. But at what cost? And now that everything was over, that the war was won…what would happen to his family? To the rest of Westeros?

He hadn't wanted to kill her but he had thought there was no other way. But, once again, he had been wrong. And he had almost killed his own child in the process.

He couldn't help but think of his father – Ned Stark – and what he would have thought about all this. What would he have thought of Jon, who had been willing to kill the woman he had once loved – that a part of him still loved –, his own blood, the Queen he had been sworn to? Would Ned Stark have been proud of him?

He already knew the answer to that question. Ned Stark, who had despised Jaime Lannister for killing the Mad King, would have been disgusted at Jon for almost doing something even worse, killing his own kin.

"Is it done then?" Tyrion's voice arose him from his thoughts.

Jon raised his head from his knees, but remained sitting, crouched on the floor. He didn't have the strength to stand, to pace, to do anything but sit there and wait, defeated.

"Did you know she was with child?" He asked Tyrion instead.

Tyrion's face betrayed him.

"You knew…" He said in realization, feeling ten times the fool for even listening to him in the first place. How many times had Tyrion failed Daenerys? And how many times had Daenerys forgiven him? And yet, he had begged her to spare the dwarf anyway. Any other monarch would have executed Tyrion at the first sign of failure.

They kept expecting the impossible from her, even him, and then turn their backs on her when she failed to deliver. She was held to these impossible standards and even when she tried to do what they wanted, she was still punished.

Did they really thought she could win a war without spilling a drop of innocent blood? Not even the woman who brought dragons back to the world could manage it. Even though she had tried, many times. And all it did – all they did – was to add to the number of losses she suffered.

"I suspected it. But I wasn't sure." Tyrion's voice sounded sad, but that meant nothing at all to him.

"You suspected it and you still asked me to do it." He wished he could muster more anger than this, but all he felt was despair.

"We don't know the child would have survived. Daenerys said multiple times she couldn't have children. For all we know, she would have miscarried later on in the pregnancy or even give birth to a dead infant. Don't feel guilty for this. You will have more children. You have the rest of your life to be a father."

"A Queenslayer's fate is either execution or exile to the Wall."

"I'm sure an exception can be made in this case, just like with my brother. You saved the Realm after all."

"Did I? Did killing Daenerys would have saved the Realm?"

"Would have?" Tyrion asked, his voice sounded alarmed now. "You did kill her, didn't you?"

"I tried. But she knew what I planned to do. Someone warned her…Kinvara, I believe she said. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I tried and I failed. And I'm glad that I did."

"The Red Priestess from Volantis? She's here, in King's Landing?" Tyrion shook his head, then added, "You're glad? How can you be glad? What about your brother and your sisters? You know she will spare no mercy to them. She will kill everyone who betrayed her, or anyone who she perceives as an enemy. There will be no stopping her now."

"So be it. Maybe it's what we deserve after what we all did to her. She would have been a good queen, a kind and compassionate one, perhaps the best this kingdom has ever known. Now…well, now she's determined to rule through fear and that's our fault."

"It's not our fault. The madness in her took her over. It's in her blood. I thought she was different from her father but I was wrong. The Seven Kingdoms don't need another mad ruler."

Jon laughed. "You mean the same blood that runs through my veins as well?" He shook his head. "Daenerys isn't mad. She's furious, but her fury is cold and perfectly rational. She's just tired of showing mercy to those who won't show her the same in return. And I can't blame her for that."

"She burned down a city. She finished the work her father couldn't."

"She didn't know about the wildfire. But you did, and you didn't warn her. So really, whose fault is it for the destruction of King's Landing?"

"She wasn't supposed to burn the Red Keep. Cersei's army had surrendered."

"You mean the woman responsible for beheading her closest friend in front of her? Did you really think Daenerys would have been satisfied with accepting her surrender after what she did and the many chances Daenerys gave her. And who's to say she didn't have yet another trick up her sleeve? I can't blame her for wanting to make sure Cersei would be defeated for good. Anyway, it doesn't matter now, what's done is done. Your plot to kill Daenerys failed and now we have to reap the consequences of our actions."

"You mean just stay here, waiting for execution?"

"You will have to wait for execution. Daenerys doesn't plan on killing me. No, I imagine she thinks death is too light a sentence for me. After all, my betrayal is what must have hurt her the most."

Tyrion had no clever words left, it seemed, because he fell silent. Jon did the same, tired of talking, tired of doing everything at all. Once again, a question kept circling around in his head.

How did everything go so wrong?