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Upon learning of Drakhan's possible appearance in Qarth, and being so close to Dany, Jon had Fast Traveled the farthest distance he'd ever done and landed right inside the city in a near panic. He had looked out of place but none had noticed his sudden appearance and he had dealt with any guards who thought to interrogate him. That being said, he'd found little evidence of Drakhan in the area. Well, nothing beyond a couple of stories of a few people going missing. Jon did actually manage to find where Dany and her followers were staying. Some manse belonging to a nobleman by the name of Xaro Xhoan Daxos. He did not dare physically approach the building, but he had warged into his pet raven, Corben, who had come along with him, in order to scout it out.

It was less of a manse and more like a palace with the gardens, marble bathing pool, and the tower.

Jon had been very surprised to see Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion as three little hatchlings instead of the massive fierce beasts he'd met so long ago. Though he suspected the three little dragonlings might have sensed him as they zeroed on him while warged into the bird. That or perhaps they were just hungry.

Then he finally got to see her for the first time in decades. Even now, years after her death, his marriage and family life, her beauty still stunned him even as he gazed through the eyes of a bird. Daenerys Targaryen was five years younger than when he'd met her, however he could easily spot the hints of the Queen he'd met on Dragonstone so long ago, the woman he'd loved and killed. With those thoughts he turned to look for any sign of distress or conspiracy against her, but she'd seem to be well and safe. At peace even. Seeing Ser Jorah by her side (once again) convinced Jon to leave the raven and turn back to his hunt for Drakhan.

If all went well, they would never even meet while he was here.

He should have known better.

Fate, or perhaps Grim, or some other god had a twisted sense of humor. It happened when he felt a magical presence moving from Dany's palace to the most remote location of the city: a stone tower that stood alone among black-barked trees with inky blue leaves. According to Brynden, this was the House of the Undying, a place that the Warlocks of Qarth used as their seat of power. Jon himself had wondered if Drakhan was doing something to the warlocks, but he had not felt the same presence as he had in the Riverlands back in Westeros and so kept his distance. He warged into another bird to see what Daenerys had intended to do only to his shock find it was not Daenerys with her dragons clutched to her head and shoulders as he'd seen them do in recent days, but someone else, completely and utterly cloaked, hidden from view with the dragons in box of all things. He'd warged out and ran towards the tower only to just barely get there in time to see the man disappear with the dragons at the base of the ancient building.

He cursed himself for not having been faster before proceeding to look for a way in. Upon rounding the tower in a full circle, he found no door or passageway. He turned around thinking that maybe this happened the first time, that maybe Dany could handle this without him as she probably had the first time. He had taken that first step down to head back into the city to begin looking for Drakhan when he felt it.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as that heavy, cold, oily, black feeling was upon him. It was as if he'd come from the battlefield and hadn't bathed in weeks. He turned slowly back towards the tower and knew Drakhan was in there. With Dany's dragons!

He renewed his attempts to get into the tower only to be met with the same result. He warged into Corben to see if there was a window he might reach. He'd already maxed out his Athletic Skill and put a few points into his Climbing Skill so he might be able to reach a window. Alas, it was not to be as the tower had only narrow windows. It seemed nothing short of brute force might allow him in.

He got ready to channel his geomancy abilities to rip a hole in the tower when he heard her voice.

"Who are you?" He froze, before turning around slowly, and with the thirst of a dying man, he drank in her appearance. Silver hair flowing down her back, clad in a beautiful sea-green dress with light leather to protect her chest with matching boots, infuriated yet desperate violet eyes, Daenerys Targaryen was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Beside her was her ever faithful friend and champion, Ser Jorah Mormont. There was also another man with them clad in Dothraki garb.

"Jon Snow, Your Grace." The words had come without his permission, and years of etiquette lessons took hold as he gave her a light bow before using Observe on her.

[Daenerys Targaryen]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 18]
[Health: 100%]
[Magical Potential: High]
[Emotional State: Troubled/Terrified; Daenerys has gone through some hard times recently, combined with disturbing dreams featuring you, being betrayed and having her dragons which are like her children stolen from her, she is not in a good place right now. She is surprised by your name and is curious as to why you are here and if you are in league with the ones who have absconded with her dragons.]

Jon was somewhat surprised by the fact she'd been having dreams about him with a small part of himself wondering if it was about his past and her possible future. He tried to make himself as non-threatening as possible, but he was sure he failed when both Ser Jorah and the dothraki bodyguard of her's unsheathed their blades and stood between the two.

"And what is Ned Stark's bastard doing this far east?" Ser Jorah questioned, voice heavy with suspicion. Daenerys inhaled sharply behind her protectors while Jon looked at him for a moment. He briefly considered using Observe on the man, but instead chose to simply answer the question.

"I'm hunting someone... or well, something that I have reason to believe is in the tower."

"Hunting?" Ser Jorah asked with narrowed eyes which briefly glanced towards Daenerys who fidgeted anxiously, "What exactly are you after?"

"I'm assuming you think I'm after her dragons?" Both the Queen and her Champion stiffened, "Rest assured I'm not, though I think I may have seen someone with them."

"What do you mean you think you may have seen them?" Daenerys asked, coming to the forefront, almost invading Jon's personal space. Being this close to her again made Jon's younger body feel things he hadn't felt in decades. Amongst them, a yearning which emanated from his very bones. 'Gods, even this far back and with the heat, she still smells so good.' He felt an embarrassing twitch below his waistline and took a half-step back to center himself while Ser Jorah tried to drag her back behind him and the dothraki warrior with a hissed,"Khaleesi!".

"I mean when I first came here I spotted someone carrying what looked like a fairly large box or a wooden cage covered by a sheet. While I couldn't see into it, I did notice what looked like a tail peeking out from under the cover and I heard what sounded like squawking and hissing." Dany gasped in recognition while Jorah's eyes went wide before Jon turned to the tower, "Unfortunately, by the time I arrived they had already entered the building and I couldn't do anything else but try to find a way in."

"If you saw them enter, why would you have difficulty getting in?" Jorah inquired critically.

"These... Warlocks have strange magic." He raised his palm before he conjured a light, a simple healing spell. It caused all three of them to jump back in fright. "While I have experience with magic I cannot fully understand their powers. I had run up here to try and catch the one with the box, but I blinked and the man was gone. I spent the next half hour or so trying to figure it out. Seven hells, I was actually just about to leave when I felt my quarry's presence."

"Y-Your quarry?" He turned his head back to look at Dany who spoke. She was looking at him with more trepidation than he could recall her ever looking at him with.

'She's not the confident queen you met on Dragonstone.' He forcefully reminded himself.

"I told you, I'm hunting someone. A... warlock by the name of Drakhan. He's been causing all manner of trouble and I finally tracked him to this tower." He emphasized his point by raising his finger towards the ruin. He was going to explain more as he turned around only to be cut off by a large yawning sound from behind him. Jon jumped back, unsheathing his sword ready for a fight only to be met with a large opening that most certainly had not been there before.

"Come on in." A dark, yet all too familiar voice echoed out from the cavernous opening. There was a sudden squawking that Jon had come to associate with the dragons in his time here at Qarth.

"My children!" Dany proceeded to confirm it by running recklessly into it.

"Your Grace! Wait!" Jon shouted as he ran after her with Ser Jorah and the dothraki following behind him. Though fortunately or unfortunately not too closely as the door closed the second Jon came through sealing himself in with Daenerys, her dragons, the warlocks, and the most dangerous monster in the Known World.


As she walked further into the room she could hear someone's voice. A woman's. She recognized it vaguely but could not tell to whom it belonged to.

"Qoy qoyi! Shafka vernish ei asqoy shafki anhaan. Shafka addrivish dozge anni ma khogaroon shiqethi mori!"

It was in Dothraki, but who did they kill? Iron suits? Did some of Drogo's men honor his vow? There were the dothraki screams and howls she'd become accustomed to hearing as Drogo's Khaleesi.

"Shafka ohharish okrenegwin mori!" There was a roar of a khalasar, "Shafka ray azhish anhaan Rhaeshis Andahli!"

Her eyes widened as tears began to form. That... that was her voice! She was the one speaking! Was she hearing her deepest wish? The future? Is that what this place was?

"Torgo Nudho, hin Rangam ez Hozno ynoma dekurupta. Nedyro mentyro hedry pasabarje karaje iksa. Avy tolvio azantyro ñurho jentosy brozan. Dario Vilibazmaro Aeksyso."

She gave a joyful disbelieving laugh. Dany had her own Master of War now! She was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! She'd taken the throne back just as Viserys said they would!

"Dovaogedys! Jeme hen muñoti ñoghoti nadintaks se hae buzdaryti ubredaks. Sir daeremirossa iksat! Daro Vililio gierion hen qrinio hilmiot daeredat!"

There were three massive beats as if thousands had stomped the ground thrice in perfect sync. She looked around for any sign of them but saw none. Even Jon Snow was still absent. Her joy waned to confusion. She understood the words perfectly, but did not know what they meant. The Unsullied? What tyrant did they free King's Landing from? The Usurper was dead wasn't he?

"Yn vilibazma tetos daor. Ilvra egralbri qubemiluty daor yn vapar tolvio vyho gieryndi daeredoty! Hen Vinterveli va Dornot, hen Laniso Viliniot va Qarthot, hen Jaedria va Zeo Embrot, abrar, valar, riñar toli grevo go bottis. Grevi ynoma pryjelat?"

Break the wheel? What wheel? And liberate who? Though she knew little about the Jade Sea and the Summer Isles she was sure that while slavery ran rampant through much of Essos, there wasn't any in the Seven Kingdoms. Ser Jorah had told her as much. It was why he was exiled. Did that change?!

The stomping resumed and kept going this time, then tapered off just a bit for her to hear a new conversation, this time in Common.

"You freed your brother. You committed treason." Her voice was noticeably more colder now and made Dany shudder just a bit. Who betrayed her? Why would freeing their brother be treason?

"I freed my brother." A soft new voice answered. It was a man's voice, deep and cultured, yet sad, devastated, and so very disappointed, "And you slaughtered a city." Dany's entire body became cold and rigid. What? She... no... no it couldn't be her! She would never do that! She... that person who talked about freeing people, destroyed King's Landing?! Wasn't the city home to hundreds of thousands!?

There was silence between the two voices for a minute before several small rings sounded off. Had something been thrown away? And then the beats died down

"Ziry najikatas."

This... this didn't make any sense! What happened?! Who was that person? It couldn't be her... could it? Before she could think anymore another voice broke in, one much more familiar and one that still made her feel strangely happy to hear right now.

"What are you doing here? Hey, what happened?" Jon Snow's northern brogue sounded out full of concern. She thought the question was directed at her and she looked around frantically for the strange man she'd dreamed of. But he was still absent, something which filled her with disappointment. She'd dreaded him, but was hoping to at least see a familiar face.

"I came to kill Cersei. Your queen got there first." Another voice sounded out, with a similar accent. The voice was that of a young woman. But who was Cersei? The name sounded familiar however she couldn't recall it. Had she been the Tyrant?

"She's everyone's queen, now." Dany felt her heart do a flip. Jon Snow... was supporting her claim? Ned Stark, the Usurper's dog, his son was supporting her?! She was smiling just a bit now. If he chose to support her... maybe he was doing that now! Maybe she had misjudged him.

"Try telling Sansa." There was silence for a minute and Dany contemplated it. Who was Sansa?

"Wait for me outside the city. I'll find you."

"Jon. She knows who you are. Who you really are. You'll always be a threat to her. And I know a killer when I see one." What? Who Jon Snow was? Who was he supposed to be? Why would he be a threat to her? Why would she try to kill him when he was supporting her?

"Did you bring any wine?" It was the man again. He sounded... just done.

"No." Jon Snow's voice replied.

"Ah." The man's voice sounded disappointed. "Well, thank you for coming to see me. Our queen doesn't keep prisoners for long. I suppose there's a crude kind of justice. I betrayed my closest friend and watched him burn. Now Varys' ashes can tell my ashes, "See! I told you.""

Varys? Was he someone she knew or had as an ally? It sounded as if the man had betrayed him for her, but... she burned him? And she was going to execute the man by burning him too?

"It just occurred to me: I'm talking to the only man alive who knows where I'm going. So? Is there life after death?" Huh?

"Not that I've seen." How could Jon Snow possibly know that? Was it some sort of jape between the two? They seemed friendly enough.

"I should be thankful. Oblivion is the best I can hope for. I strangled my lover. I shot my own father with a crossbow. I betrayed my queen."

Well at least she knew this man, whoever he was, was a traitor multiple times over. But she still didn't understand any of it! What was going on!?

"You didn't-" Jon said as if he were trying to defend the man.

"I did." The man cut him off, and she felt a sense of anger. He was trying to comfort the man when he didn't deserve it! The least he could do was accept it! "And I'd do it again, now that I've seen what I've seen." Her anger rose higher this time. "I chose my fate. The people of King's Landing did not."

And at that, her anger vanished and she flinched. If she had done that... no... She shook her head, 'That's not me. It isn't. It's someone else! It has to be!'

"I can't justify what happened. I won't try. But the war is over now." She flinched again. She didn't know Jon Snow well, but he was honest and blunt for the most part. If he wasn't even trying to defend her...

"Is it?" She became apprehensive at the tone the man's voice took on, "When you heard her talking to her soldiers, did she sound like someone who's done fighting?" She shuddered. That person wasn't done fighting. Not even a little. There was the sound of something moving on the stone floor before the man continued, "She liberated the people of Slaver's Bay. She liberated the people of King's Landing. She'll go on liberating until all the people of the world are free..." That didn't sound so bad really. It was a good thing wasn't it, people being liberated? "and she rules them all."

That made her pause, but before she could think on it, Jon's voice came out again.

"And you've been by her side, counseling her. Until today."

"Until today." The man's voice agreed softly, regretful even. Had this man been her chief advisor? Is that why she was so angry? "Varys was right. I was wrong. It was vanity to think I could guide her. Our queen's nature is fire and blood."

Her heart twinged just a bit. Fire and Blood were her House's words, but...

"You think our house words are stamped on our bodies when we're born and that's who we are?" Dany's stomach did several flips at Jon's impassioned defense. "Then I'd be fire and blood, too." Her heart stopped for an instant, then began to thunder rapidly as she processed his words, her breathing becoming ragged. What did he mean by that? Was... was he... did he have Targaryen blood flowing through his veins?! Is that why he would be a threat to her? That was when the pieces began to click into place. He was a bastard, illegitimate, but most people prefer a man in charge over a woman. But... but... she wasn't alone. There was another one who could be a Targaryen. She wasn't the last! Tears were brimming in her eyes and she was smiling as Jon's voice continued, "She's not her father. No more than you're Tywin Lannister."

She stopped right there. Tywin Lannister. The man who destroyed her family. She had his son as her advisor?! What had she been thinking!? The treason charge made much more sense now at least, but she couldn't completely hate the man, Jaime Lannister's brother, for it. Viserys flashed into her mind before shaking her head to get rid of it.

"My father was an evil man." Well, at least he admits it. "My sister was an evil woman." Sister? Had Cersei the Tyrant been the man's sister? "Pile up all the bodies of all the people they ever killed. Throw in Ramsay Bolton's victims for good measure. Add them all up, and they still won't be half as many as our beautiful queen slaughtered in a single day. A million people lived in this filthy city before we attacked. How many are living now?" She flinched with each sentence the man's voice said, growing impassioned with each word. And each word struck her like an arrow.

A million people... dead at her hands? No... no this... this had to be some sort of nightmare! She was going to wake up and find out this was all a bad dream! Because it had to be!

Right?

"Cersei left her no choice-" Jon tried to defend once more only to be cut off. She was beginning to wonder if she deserved to be defended by him.

"The moment the gates fell the battle was over. She burned families alive in their homes." Dany flinched once more. She couldn't have done that, that wasn't her!

"She saw her best friend beheaded. She saw her dragon shot out of the sky. Your sister betrayed her." Jon's shot back, and with each sentence, her horror rose to new heights. A best friend? She didn't have one unless Ser Jorah counted, and she'd rather call him a guardian than a friend. At the mention of one of her children dying she almost lost it, not even bothering to hear of the betrayal. One of her children, dead? How?!

"And she burnt down a city for it!" The Lannister nearly roared, making Dany take a step back, her knees buckling, but fighting to stay upright. No... she shook her head in denial.

"It's easy to judge when you're standing far from the battlefield-" Tears were welling in her eyes now. Jon Snow was fighting to defend her even though...

"Would you have done it?" The Lannister asked, voice probing, making Dany stop. Why would Jon ever-

"What?" Her defender's voice asked softly, echoing her own confusion.

"You've been up there, on a dragon's back. You've had that power. Would you have burnt the city down?" Dany stilled, unable to fully process the implication. Jon Snow, had ridden one of her children?! He was a dragon rider!? That... that had to mean-!

"I don't know." Jon's voice was softer now, but the lie was easily heard.

"Yes, you do." Lannister replied, and she could practically hear him shake his head, "You won't say it because you don't want to betray her. But you know."

"What does it matter, what I would do?" It was blatantly clear that Jon wasn't trying to defend her anymore. But that begged the question: why would Jon defend her if he didn't believe his own words?

"It matters more than anything." The Lannister's words became even more solemn, pleading even. "When she murdered the slavers of Astapor, I'm sure no one but the slavers complained. After all, they were evil men." Dany tried to process that but the Lannister kept going, "When she crucified hundreds of Meereenese nobles, who could argue? They were evil men." What? She crucified people!? For what?! "The Dothraki khals she burnt alive? They would have done worse to her." That might explain the Dothraki at least. She knew by experience the Dothraki have little mercy and they only follow strength. "Everywhere she goes, evil men die and we cheer her for it. And she grows more powerful, and more sure that she is Good and Right." Dany didn't know what to think about that. Of course she would be good and right when fighting people who are wrong... wasn't she? "She believes her destiny is to build a better world, for everyone. To fix what is broken for every man, woman and child. If you believed that, if you truly believed it... wouldn't you kill whoever stands between you and paradise?"

The two men are silent for a moment allowing Dany to think over the Lannister's question. A cold chill ran down her spine when she realized yes... yes she would kill whoever stood between her and that. It should have filled her with confidence, that she was decisive and had the strength to act, but... it did not. Instead it filled her with an unease that she'd only felt when around her brother, afraid of waking the Dragon.

"I know you love her." She gasped in genuine surprise. Jon Snow... was in love with her? She thought over what little she knew of him, and did not dislike the idea. In fact her heart fluttered pleasantly against her chest at the thought of the mysterious comely stranger, "I love her, too." Her thoughts ground to halt at that declaration, as the Lannister's voice turned heartbroken and gravelly, "Not as successfully as you. But I believed in her with all my heart. Love is more powerful than reason. We all know that. Look at my brother."

The Lannister... had believed in her? Was that why she let him advise her?

"Love is the death of duty." Jon finally said after a moment.

"You just came up with that?" The Lannister sounded surprised. Daenerys could not help but feel that those words at least sounded wise.

"Maester Aemon said it a long time ago." She wasn't entirely sure what a maester was, beyond Viserys saying they were learned men, but she did recognize a Targaryen name when she heard one. Was Aemon a cousin or distant uncle of her's that she and Viserys had not known about? Maybe she and Jon weren't the last then! Another member of her family that lived! Was he Jon's grandfather!? Having looked out for him alongside Ned Stark perhaps?! Her heart soared at the idea of more family, of not being alone.

"Sometimes duty is the death of love." The Lannister finally spoke, voice still broken, "You are the shield that guards the realm of men. You've always tried to do the right thing. Always, no matter the cost, you've tried to protect people. Who is the greatest threat to the people now?" Dany instantly realized what the Lannister was trying to do, and she shook her head frantically, lip quivering, her tears beginning to stream down her cheeks.

"You won't be able to hold her in check. You won't be able to guide her. I thought I could. I thought she'd listen to me. I was wrong. You're the last hope." She continued to shake her head negatively. No, no, nononono! She wasn't beyond saving! Jon could save her right? Right?!

"I love her." At that declaration, her tears started falling faster while her heart felt like it was beginning to break at his words. Jon's voice, which had sounded strong and assured when they met, now sounded so defeated. So pained and helpless.

"I know." The Lannister's voice sounded old and weary, "It's a terrible thing I'm asking. It's also the right thing." "No, it can't be!" She finally cried out, falling to her knees, only for the conversation to continue on, "You think I'm the last man she'll execute? If you don't stop her, everyone who stands against her will share my fate. And who is more dangerous than the rightful heir to the Iron Throne?"

Dany felt herself freeze, as if she'd been dumped into the coldest water imaginable. She even thought her tears had frozen on her cheeks. Had she heard that right? The heir to the throne? The rightful heir to the Iron Throne?! How!? How was Jon Snow the rightful heir!? She wiped away the tears blurring her vision and pulled herself together, before looking around the room once more, eyes going over every detail. He'd been right behind her as they made their way through the tower. So why wasn't he here now? Was he hiding?

"Jon!" She called out, voice echoing off the walls, "Jon Snow! Where are you!?"

There was no answer back. Even if he had lagged behind in their haste up the stairs he should have long arrived. Maybe something had happened to him. Her eyes widened in realization. Drakhan! Jon mentioned a powerful warlock he was hunting was here! Maybe he ran into him! Daenerys shook her head as she jumped to her shakily, and concentrated. First, she had to find her dragons, then she was going to find Jon and pull the truth from him. She was so focused on her new goal that she did not bother listening to the rest and proceeded to walk down the hall to the nearest exit. And then something happened.

She felt... something... make her body stand stock-still, mid-stride, before her legs, no, her entire body, moved against her will and back up the steps to the Iron Throne.

"Now, now, girl..." A dark inhuman voice, which made Dany's insides feel like cold squirming worms, suddenly sounded out, "do not worry. Your hero is on his way." It chuckled, as if it were having some sort of private joke. She attempted to speak, to demand this thing release her and identify itself, only for her mouth and even her voice to fail her.

For the moment, she is in front of the Iron Throne, unable to move, unable do anything but scream on the inside. After a few seconds of forced staring at the throne she contemplates it. She remembers Viserys's tales of how the throne was forged of thousands of swords from Aegon's enemies. She remembers thinking it a mountain of swords too tall to climb. Dany can't help but wonder how long it would take her to reach the real thing for she knew this was an illusion. She could still hear her dragons, screeching somewhere. While her eyes were still focused on the impressive chair she began to wonder why she was being forced to simply stand there looking at it.

And Dany began to think. Even as an illusion it is right there. The reason for her long journey across the world, the endless hunts for herself and her brother: The Iron Throne. Finally, her legs move against her will as she slowly climbs the snow-covered stairs. Her hand, like the rest of her, acts against her will and reaches out to touch it, before stopping. Was... she supposed to be hesitating? Perhaps this creature likes mummer's plays.

After a few more seconds, she touches the arm of the throne, resting her hand on the cold metal where so many of her ancestors' hands rested for so many centuries. For a moment, she actually believes this is real. That she is standing directly in front of it, and all she has to do is sit and the journey she had yet to start would be complete.

Her body turns around, to sit down she thinks. In doing so, she sees something else, someone. Jon Snow enters the destroyed throne room. For an instant, she is elated. She thinks he'll save her. They were kin somehow and Jon appeared to be a decent man at the least. He'd been concerned for her safety and her dragons' safety as well when they entered the tower and his words in the vision reinforced that. She wanted to cry out for him to help her, to ask all the questions she had roiling inside her head.

Then she noticed his movements were jerky, and her elation sank like a heavy stone into the iciest waters. This thing had him too! How long had he been under its thumb behind that door while she was here listening to the words of unseen specters? Then her insides went cold as the scene in front of her became horribly reminiscent of a recurring nightmare.

"And so," The black voice said, eager and excited as a narrator of a play, "The last two dragons have their final parting."

She wants to shake her head furiously. Dany belatedly realizes she has tears welling up in her eyes once more as Jon begins to make a slow but steady approach. 'No... I don't want to die! I'm not ready! Ser Jorah, someone, please help!'

Instead of backing away from what she knows will be her death, she steps down to meet him on the floor in front of the throne platform. Instead of the shrill screams that want to rip out of her throat-the pleas for help, the denials-different words come out, at ease, filled with a wonder she did not feel as she looks back at the throne, "When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made with a thousand swords from Aegon's fallen enemies." Her lips smile at the memory as she turns back to Jon as she continued, "What do a thousand swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can't count to twenty?" She began walking down the steps, "I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb. So many fallen enemies you could only see the soles of Aegon's feet." She stops talking as Jon ceases his approach only a few steps away, "But many years later, I saw it. The real thing."

"How?" His voice croaked out. From this distance, she could easily see he was struggling, fighting with all his might to break free. There were tears in those sad, beautiful gray eyes of his. Did he know, as she did, of what was coming?

"In a vision." Dany said as her neck moved to take in the room, "The roof, the snow, the throne..." Jon's eyes were moving to each thing she named, "It all looked exactly like this."

In this room, at this very moment, the sense of cruel fate is pervasive. To Dany, she can see Jon doesn't want to be here doing this anymore than she does. She realizes that at this moment he's as much of a slave to this thing as she is. That understanding brings her a queer comfort. She can think no further on it as Jon shatters the quiet between them.

"I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the street." Executing prisoners? They might have been Lannisters, but... if they surrendered... She feels her lips turn into a frown, "They said they were acting on your orders."

She can see that Jon is deeply troubled and it is not faked. Her response is not condescending. On the contrary, it sounds like she almost loves him for it.

"It was necessary." She replies, and Dany cannot believe the words coming out of her own mouth. Necessary? People who surrendered, who were just following orders being slaughtered in the street was necessary?! How!?

"Have you been down there?" Dany has not. Thinking about it, Jon appears shaken, haunted even as he clearly fights to break free, "Have you seen?" Then Jon says the words she never wanted to hear herself be accused of, "Children. Little children, burned!" Revulsion and despair fill her as she feels herself gasp, once more against her will as she was absolutely sure she would have stopped breathing at that allegation. She remembered feeling the life of her son, Rhaego, swelling within her. The flutters of his kicks inside her when she was big enough. The love she felt made her realize just how precious children were. And she never believed she would ever hurt a child let alone children after feeling all of that.

'What have I done?' She thought, but what came out was, "I tried to make peace with Cersei. And she used their innocence as a weapon against me. She thought it would cripple me, leave me unable to do what needed to be done." She paused as Dany processed this before her mouth continued, "She left me no choice." That... that was it? That was her excuse?! Her enemy had used her fondness for children against her and she still did it anyway?! She used her dragons... her children... Tears were falling down her eyes. The dream-the nightmare-had been nothing but images to her. No sound, no smell, no feeling, save for one at the end. The words that she and Jon were reciting... was she a monster? Had she become a monster?!

Jon's silent for a few seconds before asking, "And Tyrion?"

Dany barely hears this, but latches onto it anyway. Tyrion... The Lannister? Tyrion Lannister. She rolls the name in her head, feeling as if she should know it already even as her mouth continues, "He conspired behind my back with my enemies." She took a step towards Jon, "How have you treated people who've done the same to you? Even when it broke your heart?"

"Forgive him." Jon replies, begs almost, voice beginning to crack.

"I can't." Her voice is soft, sad, as if this Tyrion's betrayal truly hurt her.

"You can." Jon asserts stepping closer, voice shaking, "You can forgive all of them. Make them see that they made a mistake. Make them understand." He is looking at her, his need to believe is almost overwhelming, even with eyes that mirrored her own, tears falling down, "Please, Dany."

She is briefly surprised by the name. The last time she'd been called that had been when Drogo killed her brother. She finds it even more heartbreaking coming from Jon for it sounds so familiar. So loving. She notices her lips do not immediately speak and wonders if the silence between them is supposed to be her considering his plea for clemency.

"We can't hide behind small mercies. The world we need won't be built by men loyal to the world we have." She finally replies softly and while she can see the sense in that, something about it feels off. Wrong. Callous.

"The world we need is a world of mercy. It has to be." Jon sounds almost as if he's begging her now. She knows what's coming and for the first time since meeting him, since seeing all of this, she doesn't fear him. Daenerys finally feels as if she understands who he is. Jon Snow... regardless of what family he belonged to... was a good man. One who wanted people to just be safe and to live. She starts to close the gap between them and she's not sure if her body moved on its own or by the creature's will.

"And it will be." She takes his hands, lips smiling, voice soft, loving and hopeful. His hands feel so warm, and it feels very comforting despite what she knows is coming, "It's not easy to see something that's never been before. A good world."

"How do you know?" He asks, in a similar yet different voice, eyes impossibly sad. She feels her eyebrows knit and her head tilt slightly, questioning. Jon clarifies, "How do you know that it will be good?"

"Because I know what is good. I know what is right." There's not an ounce of doubt to her reply, as if she's entirely convinced of it, then she whispers, "And so do you."

Jon shakes his head. His entire body trembles with his tears falling faster now, struggling to keep it together. She knows she's much the same, and despite the fear inside her of the inevitable outcome, she feels warmed by his presence.

"I don't." His voice is almost silent.

"You do." Her hands move upwards, her left caresses his shoulder while her right lays just above his heart which she can feel beating frantically, the warmth of his body flowing down through her hands, "You've always known."

He looks into her eyes and she can see it. He knows what's coming too, what he's about to do. In those beautiful steel gray eyes of his she sees more than sadness: love, affection, adoration, shame, terror, guilt. This man... this good man in front of her... doesn't want to hurt her. He cares about her-loves her-and just wants her to be a good queen. A good person.

She feels as if she could love him for that alone.

"What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good and right?" Jon asks in a small voice, almost afraid.

"They don't get to choose." Her face, which had been smiling so gently became a bit more stoney as she said those words. And Dany realizes that the moment has arrived. And she understood now, why, why this good man who obviously loves her was about to kill her. She'd woken the dragon for the last time and it overtook her. She had done the last thing she'd ever wanted to do with her children.

She'd lost her way... and she had no intention of going back on it. Understanding and heartbreak flash through Jon's eyes, and Dany knows he's made his resolve to kill her. She can barely feel her tears anymore even though they're still falling. Daenerys doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to become a monster, and she doesn't want Jon Snow to be the one to kill her, yet... she feels relieved, safe even, that he's here with her in this place, in this moment.

She puts her hands on his face and he places his right hand just at the back of her head, firmly yet gently against her silver hair.

"Be with me, build the new world with me." Hope and passion filled her voice as she readied herself for the sting, "This is our reason, it has been from the beginning." Her voice filled with love, "Since you were a little boy with a bastard's name, and I was a little girl who couldn't count to twenty."

A little boy with a bastard's name. She wonders if Jon Snow was his true name or not. The thought doesn't really bother her. Dany memorizes his face, everything about him since their lips were so close to each other. He was handsome, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She could see her brother's nose on him, the cheek bones. The classic Targaryen features save for the silver hair and violet eyes. He smelled of woodsmoke, pine, and a musk that was entirely his own. The combination was oddly pleasing. She focused on his face once more, unable to think of any Targaryen name that suited him. If anything, Jon felt like the perfect name for him... maybe... Jon Targaryen. Yes, that had a delightful sound to it.

"We do it together. We break the wheel together." From the words exchanged, she loved Jon almost as much as he loved her. It made her heart clench, wondering what might have been.

"You are my Queen, now and always." He declared, voice hoarse with heartache. Dany steps forward and kisses the man she might have loved just as he kisses her back. It is a perfect kiss, an expression of pure love and passion. One she never felt from Drogo. Their lips lock and their tongues clash and dance. She feels as if she could simply melt into the warmth that was Jon. Their tears mixed together and she can taste the salty liquid on their tongues as they dance against one another. Dany found herself wishing for many things as she braced for the inevitable blade to her heart. She wishes she'd gotten to hold Rhaego, all of her children, in her arms at least once more; she wishes she could go back to the house with the red door; she wishes she'd gotten to talk to Jorah and Irri one last time; she wishes she could just stay here in this moment, enjoying this perfect, passionate kiss, and finally...

'I wish I could have gotten to know him.'

She barely hears the knife unsheathe and can feel Jon's arm move. She braces herself for the pain that is coming. She felt so warm. The sound of the blade sinking in meets her ears and she feels the sting. She tastes blood.

There is silence for a long moment...

...then it is shattered by a pained scream.

Yet it belonged to neither of them.

There was no pain in her chest.

Only her bottom lip.

Where Jon had bitten her.

That hadn't been in the dream.

Dany pulls back, fully in control and is completely stunned. Jon's eyes were closed in pain, teeth gritted as well. She looks down, expecting to see the dagger in her chest, but her eyes widen in surprise to see it embedded in Jon's side.

With his hand still enclosed around it.

Jon had stabbed himself, she mentally registered. His shaky breathing caused Dany's eyes to go back to his face. Tear-streaked gray eyes were open now, looking back at her lovingly making her heart do flips in her chest. His right hand, which had not moved from the back of her head pulled her forward and their foreheads met. Jon's eyes closed once more and he breathed in and out deeply. Was he trying to center himself? Block out the pain? Take in her scent as she had his? That last one made her gulp in want. Then his nose lightly nuzzled her own and she could not stop the breathless giggled that escaped her.

"Never again." He said it so quietly she had just barely heard despite being so close to him. The words confirmed her earlier thoughts. So he had seen it before. She lifted her hand to stroke his face, the black bristles of his beard pleasantly scratching against her skin. Before she can say anything, his head lifts his lips toward her forehead and places a loving kiss on it like Viserys used to do when they were children.

There is a slick sound as Jon removes the knife in his side causing Dany to gasp. Normally, her first instinct would be to back away from the blood pouring out, not wanting any of it to get on her, but it isn't. Instead her hands move to cover it in an effort to staunch the bleeding.

"Are you mad?" She nearly shrieked as hot blood poured over her fingers before Jon's joined her.

"Mayhaps a bit." He snarked lightly. She might've rolled her eyes if the situation was not so serious. Then a light shined from his hand that covered her's. No...

His entire body was covered in light, as if he himself was almost made of it. She looked at herself to see the same thing was happening. Daenerys should have been worried about the uncertain situation. She did not know what this was or what it meant, but instead of dread or worry she felt... safe... warm... loved even. It told her it would protect her. And then she noticed Jon's wound had stopped bleeding. She pulled her hands away as his own left her to see the wound had been completely mended. Then she remembered. Jon had shown her that he had magic earlier. He must have used his magic to heal himself, and... free them from that thing!

"You are always ruining my fun these days, boy." The dark voice was back and it was angry. Jon's head and body spun around to look towards the center of the destroyed hall, his right hand remaining at the back of her head. The great doors that had acted as both ingress and egress to the room were so dark, that Dany thought they were pitch black for a moment. Then two red lights suddenly appeared with a shadow surrounding them. It took her second to realize that they were not lights, but eyes. Eyes that burned hotter than red coals, and were more crimson than the blood that had spilt from Jon a minute ago. The Shadow coalesced into a black, viscous liquid, in the shape of a human skeleton. Dany felt fear shoot through her like never before and automatically got behind Jon while keeping an eye on the Shadow.

"Your fun usually involves human suffering. I am always happy to see that come to an end." Jon replied, voice as cold as ice and as hard as steel, "You've got some nerve to put us through that, Drakhan."

The Shadow, Drakhan, laughed almost crazily, "I figured it only right that the little girl hiding behind you got a glimpse of her future. It's not my fault she doesn't get the happy ending she'll strive so hard for."

Dany was shaken by the words, and thought over everything she had heard up till now and came to the conclusion that the Shadow had been right. She couldn't conceive of how many losses she had to take in order to acquire the Throne, but it was obviously too much if it turned her into a monster. Before she could fall further into despair Jon's voice cut through it, "Nothing is set in stone. I won't allow that to come to pass. Never again!"

"Fool boy, it is inevitable. She's a dragon. And dragons do only two things: dominate or destroy. Sometimes both. They do not build things... well except for body counts." The creature laughed, and despite the warmth around her, Dany began to tremble. She'd never thought of herself as that before, nor her children, or even her own House. But she couldn't discount it. Her family dominated the Seven Kingdoms into submission, and those that did not submit were destroyed. Now she had birthed dragons and aspired to take the Iron Throne with Fire and Blood. Was she destined to be the same as she heard earlier? Jon's hand suddenly entered her field of vision by coming down and grasping her left hand, fingers interweaving together, squeezing assuredly. His hand was a bit bigger than her's, and calloused, meaning he was no stranger to hard work, yet it was somehow soft and warm. The fear as well as the despair that had gripped her heart like ice weakened at his touch.

"She always has a choice. She can choose to be a dragon just as she can choose to stop being one." Jon's thumb rubbed the back of her hand reassuringly as he said those words. The ice melted further.

"Choice? Hmmm." Dany suspected that if the Shadow had lips it would be smiling wickedly right now, "Then let us see about that!"

The Shadow went from liquid to smoke as it spread over every part of the room growling and howling as it did so. It was like the shriek of the damned. Quick as a whip, Jon turned around and pulled her into his embrace, only when his arm was wrapped firmly around her waist did he let go of her hand before wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. In turn, she wrapped both arms around him, her head tucked under his against his chest, hands gripping firmly on the back of his shirt. Her instincts told her anything less would see them ripped from each other, a thought which incited more fear in her than before she entered this horrible place.

"Don't let go!" Jon spoke in her ear. She wanted to cry out that she never would, but merely nodded instead. The howling of this... creature, this... demon was beginning to drive her mad. Daenerys could hardly hear herself think. She needed to focus on something else. Instead of thinking about something, about anything, she chose to listen to her instincts. Dany buried her head further into Jon's neck and chest before she felt it, then heard it. That beat. Bum bum... bum bum... bum bum. Dany pressed her ear against it and just listened to it. Felt it. She used it as an anchor. While this evil storm raged around them, the beat of Jon's heart provided safe harbor for her.

Then the storm stopped abruptly. She opened her eyes and, with some reluctance, pulled her head from the bend of Jon's neck to see the room was different from what she could see. Before it had been destroyed by fire and buried beneath snow. Now it was pristine, in its glory. The massive burned out holes and gashes were removed, the room whole again. And ahead of them was the Iron Throne up against the wall. It looked like a proper throne with an audience chamber now. She wanted to pull away, but she remembered whose arms were around her middle at the moment.

She felt her cheeks heat up as she realized Jon Snow's arms were still firmly wrapped around her waist and her own hands had apparently moved on their own to his arms and, by the gods of Old Valyria, she could feel the muscles hidden underneath his sleeves. They felt thick and wiry. He was no stranger to combat.

"Well, let us see what the future holds for those who would have the Iron Throne, eh?" Drakhan cackled from somewhere breaking Dany's thoughts. Suddenly, there were several people around them. A young pleasant faced boy with green eyes and gold hair wearing clothes of rich red and gold; an old man with the sigil of the kraken who was grim and unsmiling; a young girl who looked much like the boy who couldn't be more than a couple years younger than Dany herself, she was naked and streaked with offal looking pained; another young woman, this one could have been Viserys's age, she was dark-skinned, curvy and buxom in a way few women were, and wearing clothes similar to essosi dresses Dany had seen; there was another old man, decrepit and stumbling, a smirk that made her cringe into Jon's hold further was on his face, in the finery with twin towers and a bridge; there was another man with sharp features, a small pointed beard on his chin, and dark hair with threads of grey running through it and clothes with patterns of some kind of bird stitched into them; and finally there was a beautiful young woman Dany's age with brown hair and eyes, in queenly robes of green with gold roses, looking hesitant.

"First up, Lord Walder Frey of the Twins!" The old decrepit man stumbled over to the throne eagerly, a smirk still on his wizened face.

"Walder fookin' Frey! No one would ever bow to him as King of the Seven Kingdoms!" Jon hissed out in anger, and Dany noticed the light surrounding them flickered just a bit.

"Oooh! Careful, boy. You don't want to lose that spell. Once you do, you and the Dragon Girl are mine." The unseen shadow cackled, "But I guess I can't blame you. After all Walder Frey has done... or is it will do? So hard to keep track."

"I don't like anyone who breaks sacred laws like Guest Right." Jon replied.

"Guest Right? Bah! Pointless rules like that are made to be broken."

"And that's why you are accursed." Jon whispered out, making Dany freeze. She'd never heard of Guest Right. She knew there were protocols for guests and hosts. But from what the two were saying it was a pretty important rule in her home country. She made a mental note to ask Jorah about it later. The old man, Lord Frey, finally got up to the throne, turned around, still smirking and moved to sit down. Just before he sat fully, however, a blade extended through his neck. Jon hugged her closer and she returned the embrace fiercely. The old man was locked in place as his eyes widened greatly in fright before desperately trying to hold his throat closed, but it did not matter as his legs which had been scrambling since the blade protruded from his throat began to slow before twitching and then going completely still. As his wriggling body ceased moving, some of the crimson blood which had flowed so freely moved back up to his head and formed a crown. The rest remained, staining the throne.

"I guess not everyone can wear a crown of blood. I managed to do it back when I was mortal, but then again... I wasn't a weak man back then either." Dany paused at the words and considered them. Jon had said that Drakhan was a person, or a creature, now that she remembered his words. What kind of monster were they sharing a room with? "Perhaps a man of similar fortitude then. Who better to wear a crown of blood than a would-be king of iron and salt?"

The next to go up was the other old man who stopped briefly, looking at them in challenge.

"Balon Greyjoy? You think anyone in the Seven Kingdoms would kneel to an Ironborn? A failed rebel who lost so badly that he got two of his sons killed and lost the remaining to his enemies at that? None would ever tolerate the idea let alone entertain it." Jon said, almost mocking the man, Balon Greyjoy, in front of them.

"It takes a hard man to rule a people. Who is harder than him among you?" The Shadow sounded like it was smiling, telling Dany it did not consider Balon to be a good candidate for the throne either.

"Aye, he's hard. Hard as iron even. That'll make his rule as brittle and easily breakable as his rebellion was. The entire realm would never suffer his rule." Balon made his way to the throne, and unlike Walder Frey whose body he cast aside, he managed to reach the seat. A crown of iron and what looked like wood appeared on his head. Then something happened. The Greyjoy's eyes began to bulge out, his skin became pale and sallow, his hands reached for his throat before he began to choke, then he coughed up water. And more and more water flowed from his mouth as he tried to breathe, drenching the throne. The smell of saltwater permeated the air around them. A moment later, the drowned lord stopped moving and the water stopped flowing. And Dany noticed the Iron Throne begin to rust in some places.

"Well would you look at that, you were right, boy. He had the strength to get to it, but not endure it. Perhaps, instead of hard men we need a... boy. How about Tommen Waters-oh sorry!-I mean Baratheon." Dany tried to understand the implications of the words as the young boy with golden hair stepped forward. Jon spoke, seeming to have had enough with watching this show.

"Tommen!" He cried out, still holding her. Surprisingly, the boy stopped and turned to him, looking afraid, "Is this what you want? After seeing that?"

"I was raised as a prince. I am the son of Robert Baratheon." The boy, Tommen, sounded very young, even kind. She had difficulty believing he was the son of the Usurper.

"No, you're not." Jon replied, voice sad and comforting, "The gods punished Robert Baratheon when your mother cuckolded him with her own brother. You are Jaime's son, like your brother and sister." Dany's eyes widened at the revelation as Jon motioned to the blonde girl. Robert Baratheon, the man who killed her brother, ousted her family, had no heirs?! If she wasn't in such a dangerous place she might have laughed herself to tears. It was so... right, that the Usurper's dynasty never really had a chance to begin.

"You're a liar! That isn't true, it's not!" The boy wailed loudly, tears streaming down his face, looking more and more like the child he was and not the prince he was pretending to be. Dany's heart lurched at seeing the pain and sadness in the boy's eyes, and reminded herself that this lie would destroy this innocent child's life.

"I'm sorry, but it is. The throne is not yours. It's not anyone's anymore." Jon sounded genuinely regretful and she knew he had no ill will toward the boy. He even seemed fond of him. Did they know each other? Whatever the case, she lightly squeezed his middle in support.

"I have to, Jon. I'm sorry." With that the boy turned around and marched towards the throne, not even stopping as Jon shouted his name once more. The boy pulled Balon's waterlogged corpse away and sat down on it. For a moment nothing happened. The little boy relaxed into the chair, and a crown appeared on his head, crested with a snarling lion standing over a dead stag, a symbol of his true heritage. But before anything else could be said, the boy was suddenly and violently, to both Dany and Jon's horror, crushed and splattered over the throne, as if some unseen force had slammed hard into the boy. Jon held her close and she buried her face into his chest as they moved away from the raining blood and gore, trembling. There were tears welling in her eyes as she realized just what had happened. Tommen, a little boy who had no idea of the truth had died so terribly. She felt Jon's hand rubbing the back of her head soothingly as she whimpered at what she'd just witnessed.

"Oh, the poor boy had the easiest time achieving the throne, but couldn't withstand the pressure. Ah well, what can you expect from a boring second son with a coddling and neglectful mother?" Was Tommen's mother the cause of this? Had she not prepared him for any responsibility? "Perhaps instead the throne needs a... woman's touch. One who was raised to be a queen."

For an instant, Dany thought he was talking about her, but instead it was the young woman with brown hair who walked up. Before she got to the throne, Jon called out, "Lady Margaery!" The young woman, Margaery, stopped and turned to him, "Why?"

"Why what?" She asked with the grace and refinement Dany had always been told to exude as a princess.

"Why go after the throne, even after all of this? It brings nothing but misery and destruction to those who would claim it!" Jon reasoned, and Dany wanted to nod along with him, yet a part of her, the part that had been raised to believe the throne was her's and her family's, scoffed. Clearly, a voice in her mind which sounded like Viserys spoke, the throne was meant for a Targaryen only. The others are simply unworthy.

Margaery's face turned sad at first, then pensive, before resolved, "I don't want to be a queen. I want to be The Queen."

"And you think that'll give you what? Peace? Security? Happiness? It didn't for Cersei, it didn't for Queen Rhaella, or how many other queens save for Good Queen Alysanne and even she died after having outlived all but three of her thirteen children!" Dany clenched Jon's middle at the mention of her mother and ancestor. She knew of Alysanne Targaryen, queen consort to Jaehaerys I, one of the finest kings House Targaryen ever produced. She knew of the line that led from her all the way back to Aegon I, but she'd never remembered anything about The Conciliator and The Good Queen having thirteen children! And only three lived! No wait... it was only one that lived by the end of Jaehaerys's reign.

"I'm not them!" Margaery stated crossly as if it made her different.

"Neither were they!" Jon pointed towards those who came before, "And they died anyway! There is a pattern emerging and no one's bothering to pay attention to it! They think if it's them, then they'll be King or Queen. And maybe they will... for a time. Until someone or something gets rid of them!"

Jon's words made sense, but her family held the throne longer than any of these pretenders. It just showed them how it was House Targaryen that was meant to rule. Fire and Blood built the Iron Throne, and only Fire and Blood may sit on it.

"I..." She faltered, "I have to try. For my House and my Family if nothing else." She approached the throne and touched it hesitantly. Thorny roses grew from drinking the blood left by Tommen all around the throne.

"If they are pushing you into this... then they are sacrificing you for something they will never be able to keep." Jon voiced coldly, making Margaery turn around swiftly, a crown appearing on her head, crested with roses... and thorns.

"House Tyrell can keep it! We are the most powerful family in Westeros behind House Lannister!"

"And they won't keep it either! Don't you understand?! Once Tywin's dead, they'll butcher each other over it before everyone else will join in and then there will be nothing but mountains of bodies surrounding that godsforsaken chair with rivers of blood running down them into a black and crimson ocean!" The picture Jon had described with those words painted a terrible image that shook Dany to her core. She'd never really considered the price of the Iron Throne before, and certainly never dreamed it could lead to that. It seemed Margaery hadn't either given the appalled look on her pretty face. "Do yourself and your family a favor and go home before it takes you and them too! Please!"

The would-be queen stared at them, at Jon, for a long moment before glancing at the throne, then back towards them. After a few more moments of tense silence, Margaery took a step down, and another, and another before she came down to them. When she was beside Jon, she tentatively lay her hand on his left arm. Jon looked at her curious and apprehensive as if he were expecting some form of trick. Instead, Margaery leaned over and placed a kiss upon his cheek.

"Thank you, White Wolf." She said softly, eyes low, cheeks scarlet. Dany, still right there in his arms, felt her throat clench and her body bristle before she forcefully calmed herself. 'It was nothing more than an affectionate gesture of thanks. That's all.' She told herself.

"You're welcome, my lady." Jon replied, looking away, not having any other reaction. Margaery turned her head up and briskly walked down the hall.

"How did-?" The Shadow seemed shocked at the turn of events and she wondered if it had planned this or not. Everything else seemed to be going by a script until now.

"It appears you do not have full control over what happens here, Drakhan." Jon said evenly, but Dany could just barely detect the hint of smugness in his voice.

"I'll admit fate has always been a rebellious little subject for me..." The Shadow spoke softly yet clearly. Daenerys could tell it was angry over what happened. So it wasn't planned. "I just need to crack the whip over it, remind it of who its master is. Though I must say you convinced the Tyrell girl to give up what she'd been raised to dream fairly well. Can you do it again with one who feels bound to it by birth?"

Dany was almost sure it was speaking of her now, and part of her wondered how Jon would be able to dissuade her, if he could. That was when the young girl with blonde hair and green eyes began to walk forward. She looked positively miserable and shamed with her body fully exposed streaked in offal. Dany noticed Jon about to avert his eyes out of respect when he suddenly froze, recognition clear in his steel gray eyes, "Myrcella!?"

The poor girl stopped and turned to him looking far too young for her situation. The girl, Myrcella, looked absolutely dreadful. Underneath all the drift and grime, Dany was sure there was a pretty young girl who had been beaten and starved. The young girl, barely a woman, looked ready to fall over and curl into a ball before bursting into tears.

"What in seven hells happened?!" Jon asked aghast at her state.

"T-T-The F-Faith M-Mi-Militant did this." Her voice was broken and scratchy as she hadn't had a decent drink of water in days.

"Faith Militant? They haven't existed for centuries!"

"They were reformed. My mother..."

"Of course Cersei's involved in this... Hold onto me." Jon ordered. For a moment, Dany thought that he had still been speaking to the girl, but then he spoke her name, "Dany." before beginning to move and tried to take off his cloak. Wait... He hadn't been wearing a cloak earlier had he? She looked down to see that while he was still wearing all black, it was now a boiled leather jerkin instead of cloth. Looking down at herself, she noted she too was in a regal black dress that resembled a martial uniform. On it was a silver-steel chain with three dragon heads clasping a red half-cape over her right shoulder. Then she noticed Jon's cloak when he took it off. It was simple, but still unique bearing what she assumed was his personal coat of arms: A snarling white wolf with red eyes on a field of black. She found it suited him, and remembered what Margaery Tyrell had called him, the White Wolf. He wore the black and white well though she wished there was more red. If he truly was blood of her blood, then he needed to wear the colors of their House. Jon put the cloak around Myrcella's shoulders. She was vaguely aware of Jon keeping his eyes firmly on the girl's face, not looking down.

The girl in turn clutched the cloak, which was much larger than her, almost like a blanket over her body. Before their eyes, the cloak turned from a white wolf in the dark to a gold lion on red. And Myrcella began crying, not out of pain, but out of relief. Hot, fat tears began streaming down her cheeks, carrying away the dust and grime that clung to her pretty face. Before long, the dirt and grime fell away completely revealing a beautiful girl on the cusp of womanhood.

"Go find your Uncle Tyrion or your father, Jaime. You know they'll protect you." Jon advised the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder in comfort. Dany felt herself squeeze his middle just a bit tighter.

"What about mother?" The girl asked, afraid.

"I'm sorry, but she can't protect you. She's not capable of it anymore." Jon sounded very sincere. Was the girl's mother dead? Wait, if Tyrion and Jaime were her uncle and father respectively then that meant... was Cersei Lannister her mother? It made sense. A part of her wanted to be angry at Jon for helping the child of her enemies, but... she looked at the young girl and that part silenced itself swiftly. Children were innocent. The girl nodded before approaching Jon, adoring emerald eyes focused intently on him. Jon opened his mouth to say something when the girl stood on her tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Dany felt herself bristle once more and clamped down on her mouth as she felt something try to fight its way out.

"You're a true knight of the realm, Ser Snow. Regardless of who says otherwise." And with that parting statement, Myrcella walked out with a regal grace befitting a princess of the Seven Kingdoms, with the proud Lion of Lannister blazing on her back. Dany pulled away a bit, hand still clutching on Jon's arm, but her thoughts were muddled.

"What!?... Fine... Let's find out if you can convince one who's more willful and stubborn than the other two." The Shadow sounded angrier this time as the only remaining person came up beside them on her way to the Iron Throne.

"Princess Arianne Martell." Jon spoke clearly with confidence. Dany's fingers started to dig into his arm as she studied the woman closely while the two talked: Arianne was a woman in her early twenties, she was buxom and beautiful, with olive skin, large dark eyes and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back. Her lips were full and her voice was husky. And her dress did not hide, actually it accentuated her round ripe breasts with huge dark nipples. How many women did he know? All three of them were obviously highborn women and if things progressed the way they have this one might just try to take him on the floor right here.

That was when she noticed Arianne turn around and saunter up to the throne. Dany could not help it as her eyes wandered lower and watched the dark skinned woman's hips sway almost hypnotically as she took in her rear end which resembled a ripe peach. Dany also could not stop herself from comparing her own figure to Arianne's as well as the other girls. Against Myrcella and Margaery, Dany felt like she could at least match them physically. But against Arianne... she felt she was at a distinct disadvantage which had her grabbing Jon's arm with both hands now. When Arianne touched the throne, the blades, which were rusted, stained red with blood and pulp, and roses growing upon them began to grow slick and green. With poison.

"I have already killed Gregor Clegane as well as Amory Lorch, you know this. Only Tywin remains and I promise you, he will die." Jon spoke, making her look at him in surprise. She heard all three of those names belonging to the men who had murdered her niece and nephew along with her goodsister. Jon had already killed two of them? While she'd not heard much of Lorch, Gregor Clegane was an entirely other matter. The way she heard things, that beast of a man was more monster than anything else: a hulking brute bigger than any man alive and twice as vicious considering he smashed her nephew's head-a baby's head-in and then raped Elia while her son's blood was still on his hands.

The image of that monster going up against the image of Jon... while he did have the look of a warrior he wasn't that intimidating to be honest. Then she remembered hearing about it while staying with Illyrio Mopatis's manse. Viserys had been so eager to hear of Tywin's Mad Dog's death only for it to turn sour at the mention that it was a Stark who did it... or at least that's what they'd been led to believe. The song had been called The Mountain's Fall. The way it was sung, the Mountain was portrayed as the Mad Dog and there was a... White Wolf... who opposed him. She looked at Jon closely and remembered he had been given a cloak with a white wolf as a coat of arms and that Margaery girl had called him White Wolf.

Oh... so he really did it then. The man beside her had, at the very least, gotten some justice for her family. Even if he was blood of the Starks, whether he was or wasn't her blood, he deserved her family's thanks for that alone. She would see him rewarded for it if they got out of here alive.

"You are right, Jon." Arianne Martell replied in a sultry voice as she began strutting down towards them, and Dany couldn't help but notice her breasts bouncing with each step she took, "You have always kept your word, or at least put substantially more effort in keeping it more than most men. And from what I hear, you may just be able to kill even Tywin Lannister." Now she was right in front of them, specifically Jon, as she slowed her approach, "If you do that..." In the span of a second, the curvaceous woman gripped Jon by the front of his black jerkin and locked their lips together with her tongue straight out like a lance.

Daenerys did not notice how Jon's eyes widened, nor his attempt to stop the dusky nubile woman in front of him, nor his attempts to push her away. She barely registered him stomping his foot on the ground as the image of Arianne Martell not only stuck her tongue down his throat, but seemed bent on sucking the breath from his lungs. Daenerys did not notice much of anything really over the roar from the Dragon erupting from inside her chest. The Dragon within was raging as a foreign emotion she could not name assaulted her heart much the same as Arianne's mouth assaulted Jon's. She did notice all ten of her fingers dig quite painfully into Jon's arm. She did notice her muscles and every hair on her body tense. And finally, she did notice the way the roar of the Dragon within tear out of her mouth came in the form of a hiss reminiscent of that of a furious cat as she yanked Jon away from the woman with her entire body. The two were separated though only by a few feet instead of the room's length as Daenerys wanted.

"...that's just a taste of the welcome you will receive from me if you come to Sunspear.~" The Princess of Dorne said with her hands folding beneath her sizable bosoms and emphasizing them further while wearing a smoldering dark look and a wanton smile, hips bent slightly cocked to the side.

"I-I-I-" Jon coughed, embarrassed, "I a-appreciate the t-thought, P-Princess." Daenerys turned to look him in the eye to see Jon's face was scarlet. Upon catching her gaze, his flushed face turned whiter than a sheet before he quickly turned back towards the Dornish Princess, spine ramrod straight, and trying not to look terrified, "But I do not need a reward."

"Oh, I must insist. Please, feel free to bring your Dragon Queen too." This time, Daenerys turned her gaze onto the vixen in front of them. At seeing the woman's lustrous eyes undressing her, Dany clutched Jon's arm to her chest, practically hugging it, "She certainly looks fun to be with.~" Dany's face suddenly felt very warm as with those parting words, the succubus that was Arianne Martell sauntered away. Dany could not help, but watch her walk away, once again staring at the jiggling globes of the Princess's arse through the practically see-through material of her dress.

"Very well." The specter spoke, drawing Dany's attention back, "Figures the women would not have the strength to see their goals through. Perhaps a man who is determined enough to hold true to his beliefs, to not be easily swayed? One ruthless and patient enough to use any and all means to acquire what he wants?"

The man with goatee slinked forward cautiously, but with a confident smirk in his grey eyes. This time Dany felt Jon's hands come around her waist. As she looked up to him she saw his eyes turn to cold steel ready to pierce the man. Jon's fingers dug into her back a bit uncomfortably and the light surrounding them both flickered dangerously.

"Petyr fookin' Baelish, the Mockingbird." Jon seethed, his accent becoming thicker than earlier as rage oozed out of him. Whoever this man was, Jon most certainly hated him. The man in-turn stopped before looking back to the two of them.

"Are you going to stop me, Snow?" The man asked, an arrogant smirk on his face.

"I'd certainly like to do more than that." Jon bit out while the light around them was flickering.

"Then why don't you? Your father and brothers are gone yet here you stand." Dany felt Jon's fingers twitch at the mention of brothers and wondered how true that statement was, "All that's left are your sisters-oh, forgive me, sister, Sansa."

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!"

"She is already mine, you motherless bastard. Just as everything else will be." The man chuckled maliciously as if he was talking to a bug he was going to squash.

The way he said Sansa made Dany shiver unpleasantly. It was not difficult to hear the desire in the man's voice, but his further words... Jon tensing at that last sentence convinced her that this man needed to die. While she recognized the girl's name, and the fact that she probably would not like Dany, Sansa was obviously dear to Jon by the way he was shaking in rage at the moment. The light was almost completely gone now and she could hear the monster cackling quietly like a predator ready to pounce. She didn't fully understand how Jon's magic worked, but she knew she needed to do something to calm him down. Dany moved her hand to his and gripped it, bringing Jon's attention to her. She gazed into his eyes and refused to break eye-contact until she saw the cold steel melt into warm grey. While she did like Jon looking fierce as a wolf, or a dragon in this case, she much preferred the protective man in front of her to the murderous one. There were plenty of the latter in this world as it was.

The light wasn't flickering anymore, if anything it was growing stronger than ever. Jon hugged her to him and she nestled her head right in the crook of his neck, fitting perfectly there as if it had been made for her. The light stabilized into a maintained warm glow. Drakhan snarled softly at being denied his chance. Jon whispered into her ear, "Thank you, Dany."

She hummed pleasantly in response as she felt a warm smile come onto her face. It felt nice, being with him like this. She felt... happy... at peace for the first time since she was at the house with the red door. A moment passed before the two noticed Baelish approaching the throne. The man turned, still smirking.

"Go ahead, Littlefinger," Jon goaded, still holding onto her while her head was now away from his neck, "see what it gets you."

"It will give me everything." With those parting words, the Mockingbird sat down... and nothing happened. A few moments later and still nothing... nothing new showed on the throne, no crown appeared on the man's head... nothing happened. Before long, Baelish began to look confused as well. He looked around as if searching for something or someone. He eventually stood up from the throne and turned to it, bewildered.

"I don't understand. I've won it. It's mine." She heard him whisper. Jon scoffed softly.

"Of course it's not, you lying fucker. It was never going to be yours no matter how low you sank to achieve it." He whispered out. Dany wondered just how horrible the man who aspired for her throne was that even he wouldn't be crowned over all the others who died for it.

Suddenly, with no warning, the same force which had crushed poor Tommen earlier, struck Baelish only instead of smashing him against the throne... he was blasted away from it! Jon pulled Dany further back as the man rolled down the stairs with a cry to where they had previously been standing. Petyr Baelish slowly got back up and was looking around until he looked at them. Disheveled and dirtied, he no longer looked like a suave nobleman, but a weak man pretending to be one. Then there was a loud caw as a large black bird fluttered down from the rafters and landed right in front of Littlefinger. The man looked down at the bird, unsettled yet not quite afraid. Then the bird jumped and grabbed his pin which clasped his cloak.

"Give that back!" He shouted, grasping for the bird who flew towards them. Jon outstretched his free hand and the bird landed on it before dropping the pin in his palm. Dany had to blink several times as the bird, a raven, had three eyes. The three-eyed raven then jumped to Jon's shoulder and nuzzled his cheek affectionately.

"Thank you, Bran." Jon spoke with a soft smile.

"What?" Baelish gasped out as he stood up, looking shocked. Instead of answering him, Jon merely smiled at the raven, who fluttered back to the floor and then transformed into a positively massive wolf with thick auburn hair and grey-blue eyes. Baelish stepped back in fright, like Dany wanted to, but Jon kept a firm arm around her. Then there was a cry, this time from a bird she instantly recognized. A falcon dived from the rafters straight for Baelish and proceeded to claw at his eyes. The man screamed as he tried to fight the bird off until it flew upwards back towards the rafters as the man fell to knees in pain, blood pouring from his eyes.

The wolf stalked forward slowly, paying no heed to either of them as it focused in on Baelish. Then it howled. It echoed along the walls before slowly dying off only for a chorus of more howls to call back. Out of the shadows of the doorways three more wolves all just as big as the first appeared. The largest of them had soft yet thick auburn hair a shade lighter than the one dubbed Bran, and it had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. It walked with a grace the other three did not have as it steadily stalked towards the terrified, blind man. There was a growl from behind, as another wolf with steel-grey eyes entered. Its fur was a thick dark wild mane as it growled, baring its fangs. Finally, the third, and smallest of them came, snarling and barking, making false leaps and nipping at the man as its own wild auburn fur stood on end, its grey-blue eyes wild and burning.

"You see, Littlefinger." Jon suddenly spoke from beside her and she noticed he was now smirking proudly as he watched the wolves circle the man, "While my father may be gone, to my great regret," the wolves whimpered just a little before resuming their snarls and growls, "and my brother Robb's fate may be up in the air, I can assure you, the rest of his children will be alive and well with me around. After all," Jon glanced to the dark wolf who returned the look with smugness, "Leave one wolf alive... and the sheep are never safe," His eyes moved toward Littlefinger now, eyes cold steel once again, "And when a mockingbird tweets too much..."

Jon closed his hand around the pin, a Mockingbird, and with the forceful curl his fingers, Dany heard it snap, and with that snap, the wolves lunged and tore into the screaming man until they ripped him apart. Jon dropped the broken pin to the ground and hugged her close to him. She accepted the embrace yet did not avert her eyes. Instead she continued to watch as the man, Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger the Mockingbird, so unworthy of a crown that even the Iron Throne rejected him, was torn apart by the wolves of House stark.

When it was over, and the pathetic little man was nothing more than a large stain on the floor, the wolves came to them. The wolf dubbed Bran turned back into a three-eyed raven and flew towards the window before opening it and left, followed by the falcon. The three wolves came to Jon. The smallest bounded up to them, walking in circles excitedly as if it wanted to play before it pranced around them nipping at their heels, the massive predator was acting like an overgrown puppy the way it danced around the two. Jon laughed and she couldn't help but giggle as the wolf rubbed against them sweetly.

"We'll see each other again, Rickon." The wolf playfully nipped at his face, tail wagging happily before it seemed to smile at him, Jon merely chuckled as he tussled its furry head, "You little sod."

The wolf dubbed Rickon ran towards the exit, eager to be outside to play, as the next came up to them. The dark wolf which had been quiet till now lunged towards Jon and almost bowled them both over as its paws rested on his shoulders. The wolf then proceeded to lick his face then nuzzle him as if it had not seen him in years.

"Arya!" He laughed as he finally got the wolf to relax. The wolf merely looked up at him mischievously, tail wagging before it playfully bumped into him then following after Rickon. Then there was one left. Instead of going straight to Jon, the red wolf stared straight at Dany. For the longest time, that's what it did before it walked up to Jon and nuzzled his stomach lovingly.

"He's gone now Sansa." Jon said petting the wolf's auburn hair, letting Dany know just who he was talking to, "He won't hurt anyone else." The red wolf, Sansa, licked his face gently before looking back towards Dany who could only describe the stare as judging and inquisitive. Apparently she had whatever it was looking for as the red wolf bumped into her playfully before bounding out to the exit. Jon gave a sigh of relief. Dany wanted to ask why until she noticed the easy smile on Jon's face morph into fierce determination.

"Well, Drakhan," Jon snapped, making Daenerys turn her eyes back towards the throne, "are you finished? We've gone through all seven would-be sitters on the throne. If you don't have any more, I think we're ready to leave. Have dragons to find and all that."

"Leave?" The absent specter spoke softly, "Oh, no no no. We've only gone through seven of nine representatives, boy. Can you not count?"

"What do you mean?" Daenerys finally spoke out causing both man and monster to pause.

"She finally speaks." The creature muttered while Jon attempted to say something only to be cut off, "Girl, what exactly do you think I am showing you?"

"Seven would-be usurpers to my family's throne? One for each kingdom?" Daenerys replied, feeling braver than she actually was. Jon's arms came around her waist again.

"No, girl," The monster said cackling, "I am showing you those most likely to sit on that chair everyone in Westeros thinks is so important." Daenerys was about to argue that the Iron Throne was important when he continued, "One person for each region... and there's only two left standing."

Daenerys froze at the implication before looking into Jon's eyes to see he too knew it. It all clicked inside her head as old lessons came to mind: Balon Greyjoy for the Iron Islands, Walder Frey of the Riverlands, Arianne Martell the Princess of Dorne, Margaery Tyrell of the Reach, Tommen who believed himself a Baratheon for the Stormlands, Myrcella who knew the truth for the Westerlands, which meant Petyr Baelish would be of the Vale. That left... Jon who was Eddard Stark's bastard for the North... and herself for the Crownlands, her family's lands.

Each person represented a region of Westeros. Each one a candidate who was or might be reaching for the Iron Throne.

"Stop this madness already. We know it's an illusion. There is no true need to sit on it." Jon spoke to the darkness before turning his attention to her, "Come, Dany. We need to find Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion."

"You will not be able to leave this room until you both sit on the throne." Drakhan practically sang.

"And what would be the point?" Jon snarled as he tugged her arm to follow him, "You've shown us all who would sit in it would meet a terrible fate."

Dany had to concede that Jon had a point, but...

"But none of them had any true strength. Certainly not like you two."

"What do you mean?" Daenerys asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Dany, what-!"

"I have to know, Jon!" She cut him off, "I don't fully understand what all of this means!"

"Then allow me to enlighten you, girl." The Shadow purred, "Each of these people... are weak. Oh sure, they have some semblance of power: ambition, cunning, stubbornness, ruthlessness, charisma, false compassion, etcetera, etcetera. But they all lacked one crucial component that when paired with the others, would have guaranteed them the throne: strength of will. Not a single one had the will to hold it. Tommen? That brat was doing it out of duty and being manipulated by his grandfather and mother. It's no wonder he was crushed by it. Myrcella? Well, considering how your hero saved her, it's clear she doesn't have the will to even try to reach for it. Margaery Tyrell? She was raised to do her duty to her family and to crave more power to preserve it. If the boy hadn't interfered it surely would have choked her. Arianne Martell? Poisoned by her ambition. Walder Frey? He'd be killed by an assassin's blade quickly with how poorly he rules. No wisdom or cunning in that one. Balon Greyjoy? He's got all the components save for charisma and false compassion so it's like your hero says: none but the iron islands would have him. His own views would drown him while the rest reject him."

"And Littlefinger?" She asked tentatively.

"HA! That impudent fool? He lacks the most crucial component! Oh, he can lie and manipulate. He does not lack ambition, and he has a real chance of coming close to the throne, but ultimately this place shows the truth: the Seven Kingdoms will never accept Baelish on the throne. The whole of Westeros itself will reject him even if he sits on the throne."

"Well, at least there's some justice in the world." Jon muttered.

"Justice? That does not exist, you naive boy! That is simple logic." Drakhan laughed madly.

"And us?" Daenerys asked, trying to understand. She could guess herself, but why Jon?

"Are you truly asking me that? You, girl, have always craved for power ever since you were evicted from the one home you truly had. You have been raised to covet and desire the throne, believing it's still your family's even though they lost by conquest."

"It is still our-"

"IT IS NOT!" Jon's fingers gripped her arm tightly before pulling her into his embrace to shield her from the specter, "Your family lost it! Conquest created that throne and thus only conquerors can truly hold it let alone attain it! The day your father and brother died, your mother and brother ousted from their home, was the day your family lost their favorite chair. Westeros itself will not kneel to your family anymore unless they are conquered again... or chose to of their own volition, which is unlikely given what your father did. The only ones who would even help you are those who would seek to use your family. Now... where was I? Ah, yes, you survived the dothraki-no-you thrived amongst them and then birthed dragons shortly after your child, husband, and all that came with them were ripped from you. You survived the desert and made your way to Qarth. If that doesn't speak of willpower, nothing does."

"And Jon?" She asked, breath shaky after the shadow's explosive words. Viserys had always talked about the throne as his or their family's. It was always with such bitter resentment. And what exactly had her father done? She learned that most of what Viserys had said was most likely not the whole truth or was born out of ignorance, but that begged the question: what was the truth? She looked at Jon and remembered her question, "How is he a candidate?"

The question was met with laughter. It started out slow, a chuckle. Then it grew to a giggle, then a laugh, before the shade was practically roaring with mirth. Jon, meanwhile, looked uncomfortable as the laughter continued.

"Oh, oh, thank you for that, girl. I haven't laughed like that since the time I massacred that Sept during mass." Jon twitched at the mention of the incident and looked around in anger, something she shared with him, "Now, the reason your hero would be a candidate is because he's a warrior who can make others believe in him despite being seen as a bastard. Just in case you don't know what that means a bastard is someone who was born to two people who fucked and the man wasn't careful enough to spill out or just kill the woman afterwards. Now, the boy, was raised with no inheritance in mind, constantly reminded that he was a cum-stain on his father's honor," Dany flinched at the disgusting words, but it just kept going, "reminded that while his siblings have a future he doesn't, and what else was there... oh yes! That no woman would ever want to marry him and build a life with him because her and any children they had would be considered bastards as well if he gave them his name, so that kills any hope of starting a family of his own." Dany's heart cringed at that one and she unconsciously held him closer, "What else, what else? Oh! Said siblings, particularly his brothers once they are old enough to realize that they'll have little inheritance themselves will fight tooth and nail to keep it away from him as he's a threat to it."

"That is a lie and you know it! I'd never steal from them, never!" Jon nearly roared out.

"Such a nice sentiment. Can't say the same for myself, but your siblings might just think that way. I mean it is true that the boy you were raised with in the cradle treated you well... aside from the time you two played and you wanted to be Lord of Winterfell and he reminded you otherwise. And then there's your sister, the one who emulates her mother... do you think she'll start wishing you dead too? Oh! Oh! What about your other sister? The only reason you too bonded was because she looked more like you than the others. But... I'm getting away from the subject... what makes Jon," The malevolent specter snorted as if it heard a funny joke, "Snow a candidate for the throne? More so than his trueborn siblings," It cackled again before pulling itself together, "It's because he has more willpower than any of them. He's suffered, they didn't. He's alone, they aren't. He grew up motherless, not even knowing her name, they grew up with their mother. He was never a Stark, they will always be Starks. They have a place in this world... he doesn't. And still... he keeps fighting... he keeps enduring. Most people would have killed themselves over that by now, but Jon Snow? Ha! He's mad enough, or stupid enough, to keep going. And he's risen high above his position because of it... at least he did until that fat idiot died. Haha!"

The words were as cruel as the being who voiced them. She could feel Jon trembling in her arms, but right now... right now she admired the man next to her. He was like her. He knew what it was like to be alone, to have nothing, to be nothing. And still in spite of it all... he was kind, he was loving... he was worthy. They should have hated each other. His father would have bought him up to hate her family while her brother made sure she hated the Starks. But there wasn't any hate between them. Jon had fought to protect her from an evil she did not fully comprehend, willingly injuring himself to do so. While she hadn't yet gotten the truth of who he truly was out of him, Daenerys made her decision then and there. When she took the Iron Throne, she would make sure Jon Snow was rewarded. Whether that be a position as a lord or Lord Paramount, or even a place in her court, he would get it. Maybe even... maybe he could be her King-Consort? Everything in this place had more or less stated he was her equal and considering the potential suitors she saw today, they fell agonizingly short in comparison to Jon.

"But in the end..." Drakhan's voice continued, "only one can sit on the throne. So which will it be? The last dragon or the half-breed bastard?"


AN: Part 2 of A Re-Union of Ice and Fire will be out soon. The file had been currently past 30K and timed out on me so I had to separate it. Tell me what you guys thought so far, stay safe!