Chapter 36: Power

In the North...

Jon Stark POV

Jon was walking through the camp, feeling the eyes of all the giants on them.

"They seem pretty pissed off," said Viserys. And Jon agreed with him.

"Tormund? They'll be reasonable, won't they?" Jon asked the big red-bearded man.

"Pfff. Reasonable?" He Chuckled. "They will try to tear you in half, crush you, and surely challenge you to a fight."

Great. Now they may die for sure if he doesn't beat them. Refocusing he said, "But I thought through you they would follow me."

"You have to earn their respect if you want them to follow you," he said, stopping, turning and putting his hand on Jon's shoulder. "This is not your southern kingdoms. Your rules don't apply here. Only the law of the strongest."

"And will it be a fair fight? Won't the other giants try to intervene when I'll try to fight the strongest?"

"It would be if these were normal times. But these are not normal times, right boy," he said, patting him on the shoulder and resuming walking.

Jon glanced towards the other men and started walking again. After walking for a while, they reached what was surely the main tent, and saw someone sitting and other giants around him.

"Fuck! It's Svemir the Small who took over the lead of my clan!" exclaimed Tormund as they approached, and Jon said quietly, "Is that a giant?"

"Don't let his size fool you, boy. That dwarf is the biggest bastard of them all," replied Tormund. "And he's taller than you anyway, and definitely has a bigger cock than you."

"Tormund Giantsbane," said the sitting giant, in the old tongue. Jon glanced at his men and saw them looking at each other. They didn't know the old language, Jon was the only one, so their confusion was normal.

When his gaze settled on them instead, all the giants who were there took their clubs ready to attack them.

"The others are marching towards us and towards Hardhome. You know that if we stay here we will become dead bodies..."

"We will not stay here Giantsbane," Svemir replied. "I will attack their wall with the other giants, and march on their city of stone with the head of the Kneeler Magnar."

"How many died the last time when you crashed against the wall?" Jon asked as he stepped forward, despite Arthur's warnings. "20 giants and 4 mammoths fell while attacking the wall, do you really think you can break through them again?"

"With your head as a necklace around my neck, yes."

I think there's a way to fix this. A fight. If you win, my men will open the gates, and my people will kneel before Svemir the Small."

"I'll take your woman and fuck her till the last of her days," said Svemir, taking the club in his hand and a bone.

"But if I win, the giants will fight for me until the end of their days," said Jon, raising his voice, and taking Ice from his back.

The two of them took their position and started to circle round each other, Jon with his great sword drawn ready, Svemir with his club in one hand and a bone in the other. Svemir makes the first move taking a large swing of his club at Jon, but he manages to duck and avoid the swing just in time. Svemir is big but he is also clumsy, the giant takes a few more swings some of which Jon ducks and avoids, or parry with Ice, but still managing to send him reeling to the ground. He manages to get up before Svemir can bring down the hammer blow on him though.

He manages to get a few of his own blows in, swinging his sword at the exposed parts of Svemir's legs and body, despite the size of his great Valyrian Sword, cutting deep and drawing blood causing Svemir to groan and howl with pain, which also causes Jon to be knocked off his feet a fare few times. His armour that had under the furs, was cracking because the hit he had taken, and he could feel that the hot blood was coming down from his head, near the eye.

Jon could see that the giant was tiering, though if Svemir is tired Jon is nearly passing out with exhaustion, still when the giant swings at him once more, Jon releasing a great roar, managed to avoid the attack, and with a spinning, get through the gap between the club and the giant's legs and swings Ice at both of the beast's hamstrings striking them both in quick succession.

Before the giant can react, he runs out hacking at the hamstrings again. Svemir growls with pain and begins falling down, Jon's sword is red with his blood, the ground they are fighting on is red with blood. Svemir falls to the ground, making the earth shake with the force of his weight. Jon struggles up towards him, and as soon as he can he tried to climb on top of the Giant, and though his vision is blurry, and his body is in a lot of pain he manages to pierce the giant's throat killing him.

But in that same moment the other Giants launched a great roar, and with their club in hand tried to attack his men. By appealing to all his remaining forces, Jon warged inside them and feeling all their feelings, and all that they have seen and felt so far.

Screaming, for the pain that this immense effort caused him, Jon managed to do the impossible, that only one in the ancient times was able to do that and brought all the Giants and their mammoths to his will and to their knees. Then he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Jon found himself in a tent lying on a bed, and when he felt a whiff of air, he opened his eyes, seeing a strange woman made of white leaves. She waved to him to follow her.

Jon was confused looking around, nothing was familiar, and looking at his body, he noticed that he was no longer dressed as he was beyond the wall, but only had a pair of trousers and a shirt.

Looking towards the figure that was showing to follow her, Jon started walking, opening the tent, and coming out he saw that he was on a cliff, and there were a sunset and a Weirwood on the edge.

Approaching and placing his hand, Jon heard the voice of an old man saying with the wind rising, "Young king, before your departure there is still much to be done. You have discovered your power, you have conquered your army, now go and defend the old gods of your bloodline."

Jon started opening his eyes, his head bursting, and he felt like there was a fire burning inside him despite the great cold winter, while his body was aching as if hundreds of horses had passed over him.

Looking around, he saw that it was a tent, not like in his dream, and looking at himself, he realized that he was lying on something very soft, tender, and warm. By the old gods, it had been a long time since he felt such warmth and slept on something so soft.

Suddenly he felt a great smell coming to his nose, of roasted meat and looking towards the entrance of the tent, he saw Arthur with a piece of meat in his hand on a plank of wood, and Jon felt his stomach grumbling for the smell,

Arthur chuckling, said, "Looks like someone's hungry," and Jon gave him a look. And when he was given the meat, Jon immediately started to devour it, like a wolf. He hadn't eaten meat this good in weeks until now he'd only eaten a few rations, and sometimes a few winter plants in some cave that the old Sixskine knew well, but nothing else.

Then Jon heard Arthur pour something and give him a horn.

"Drink. But slowly. It's a very strong drink," he said, and Jon took the horn, sipping a drop to make the meat go down, and by the old gods if it was strong. He started coughing, and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know. They call it the true drink of the north," said Arthur chuckling.

This drink could knock a bear out, Jon thought, and then heard Arthur ask, "How are you feeling?"

"The head. It's bursting, and this drink only makes it worse," Jon said, taking another piece of meat from the wood. "The body is sore as if the horses had passed over me."

"Do you remember what happened?" asked Arthur and Jon stopped chewing for a moment. He remembered very well what happened after the clash with the small giant, and he also remembered the voice and image he saw in his dream if it really was a dream and not something else. Remembering that Arthur was waiting for his answer, Jon nodded.

"They say they've never seen anything like what you did."

"Because it never happened, Arthur. Or rather it did happen, but 10,000 years ago. And that's why that woman took such an interest in me."

"What woman?" Arthur asked, and Jon could hear the confusion in his voice, the curiosity but also the worries.

"The Night Queen," responded Jon, trying to remember the woman's face, even though he remembers more her eyes, her hair, and her…her…full big breast.

"That bastard's woman?"

"Sort of. I don't really know what she really wants, but I know what he wants. And he is searching for her. Because she had long time ago a dragon that died beyond the wall, with her."

"And how did you meet her?"

"In my dreams. She was the one who taught me everything," Jon answered, remembering those moments, that even though she was a monster, she was kind because she had her own ends.

"What did you promise her in return of the knowledge, Jon?"

"My heart and the chance to rule by my side?"

"What?" he asked, raising his voice.

"I was young, Uncle. And easily seduced. She's a great beautiful woman, but still, she's locked in the crypts and only a Stark, only their blood can open it, and I certainly don't intend to do it."

"Good. Does anyone else know about that secret cell?" Asked Arthur, pouring some more wine in his horn.

"No. And there are no other Wargs in Winterfell apart from me," responded Jon. Or at least he hoped that there weren't other wargs.

"Good. Now get some rest. We'll leave in a few days."

"Arthur. How long have I been unconscious?" Jon asked as he didn't seem to have much strength to go on.

"Five days," Arthur replied, "That Giant hit you pretty bad, didn't he?" and Jon nodded, and Arthur left the tent.

While Jon finished eating, and then went back to rest.

Catelyn Tully POV

As soon as Catelyn was informed of Lord Bolton's arrival, she went straight to his room. When she reached the door, knocking, it was opened for her.

"Good morning, Lady Stark," he said, waving to her. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"What do you intend to do about the trial of your Bannerman?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? This is the time to act and depose her. Show to the court the whore she is and crown my son," said Catelyn angrily.

"Perhaps. Anyway, everything is prepared according to the plan. When does your brother intend to march north?"

"When he becomes king," snapped Catelyn, still angry because Bolton doesn't take a stand and doesn't move.

"Then when that day comes, I will make my move," Bolton said, opening the door, "Good day, Lady Tully." And that made her turn her nose up, and after giving him a look, she left the room.

As she made her way to the great hall for breakfast, Catelyn saw Bran running, "Brandon. Where are you running?"

Stopping to catch his breath, turning to her, he said, "To the crypts."

"And why are you going to the crypts?" she asked, curious, and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"A woman asked me," replied he eagerly and with a smile.

"What woman?" she asked angrily, and this time with her hands on her hips.

He didn't answer, looking down, and she asked again. "What woman, Brandon?"

"The woman of my dreams," he replied, and Catelyn breathed a sigh of relief. It was just her imagination.

"Brandon, you are the rightful heir to the throne, and you don't have to put yourself in danger with these adventures, do you understand?" Catelyn said calmly and he nodded, sadly and surely trying to fight the tears. "Now go, Brandon. And I don't want to hear any more of you wandering around the crypts, do you understand?"

"Yes, mother," he replied, smiling, running away as she shook her head heading towards the great hall.

Upon entering, she saw that the only ones present were the sellswords that were hired and the wilding whore. But approaching the old man with the long, gray-haired, and long, grey beard, she said, "Captain Bors?"

"Yes," he replied, looking towards her.

"I want to talk to you," she said, and glancing at the others, who were looking at her, she added, "in private."

The old man looked over at the others and got up from the table and walked away, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"How much do you want to fight for my son when the time comes?" Catelyn asked. She knew this put her in danger by asking this, but if she could hire 5,000 more men to put her son on the throne it was a risk she had to take.

"Well, I'm sure you don't have the gold to do that."

"I'm the daughter of a king do you really think I don't have the resources to hire you?" she asked, offended by what he said.

"So be it. Give me a few days to discuss with the other captains and the commander and you will have your answer," said the sellsword, returning to his table, while Catelyn sat at the king's table waiting for his daughter to join her, but never taking the eyes from the ones that were present.

Daenerys Targaryen POV

Daenerys was in her room while Missandei was preparing her. Her belly was rather bulky and made her very big, something she did not want very much to appear at court, but on the other hand, it was also good because it showed that the throne had an heir.

She heard a knock at the door and saw her mother, her father and the king's mother come in.

"You are beautiful, daughter," said her mother smiling, and kissing her forehead, and Daenerys, giggling, replied, "Beautiful but fat as a cow. "

"Carrying a child and bringing it into the world is one of the most wonderful things a woman can have in this world," answered her mother, taking Missandei's place in braiding her hair.

"Wonderful but also difficult," replied Daenerys.

"All joys have their burdens, dear Daenerys," said the king's mother, sighing, immersed in her thoughts.

"Yes," replied Dany, swallowing and sighing. Ashara Dayne knew these things very well, almost as well as anyone in the world. "When will my coronation take place?"

"When Jon returns," replied Ashara. "And if the Old Gods should decide not to let him return, as soon as possible after the unfortunate news, according to his predispositions of course." And she really hoped never to receive that news despite the great danger that was there. They didn't even receive news of the arrival of the fleet at East Watch yet, and the man in charge of that castle informed them that up north the weather is getting worse, the winds seem to be wilder, and the waves more restless. And beyond the wall, it is even worse. They informed that in the distance the sky was darkening and during the nights there were storms crashing against the wall. But this was almost a moon ago. Who knows how things really were, and her Jon was there.

His father approached them and said, "Until then, this is for you. A chain with the three heads of a dragon.

"It's beautiful," she said, looking at it, and her mother helped her put it on. "Thank you, Father," she added, smiling, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.

He smiled and said, "Are you ready?"

She nodded, and they left her room and headed for the throne room.

Daenerys was sitting on the winter throne, even though she did not yet have the Queen's crown on her head, as she was not yet crowned, awaiting the arrival of Naaharis. In addition to almost all the Lords that had been called for the trial, or at least the ones that were more near Winterfell, there were also smallfolk from the North.

Suddenly she saw Roose Bolton come forward, bowing, and saying, "Your Grace, before the trial begins, I want you to accept the oath of allegiance of my son, The Heir of Dread Fort, Ramsey Bolton."

Nodding, she saw him come forward, with a smirk on his lips, And his hands down in front. He was an attractive young man, shaved and dark hair but not that long. He was certainly of an age approaching Jon's. Even though he was very handsome, Daenerys knew that behind his beauty there was sadism, cruelty, violence, and only the Gods, Old and New, know what else.

Kneeling down, he put one hand on his chest and the other on the Stark banner, saying, "I Ramsey, of House Bolton, true born son of Roose of House Bolton, Lord of the Dread Fort, swear allegiance to House Stark of Winterfell," and then looked straight at her with a smirk added, "fin perpetuity."

"Thank you, Lord Ramsey," she said with a forced smile, and the man raised up heading back to where his father was. Then she nodded to her father who requested to bring the prisoners.

Mero and Daario Naaharis were brought before the throne by the guards, in chains, and without weapons, with everyone's eyes on them. Daenerys felt her blood boiling with rage, remembering everything these bastards did, to Irri and all the women and peasants.

"Mero Naaharis, you are accused of plotting against the crown, and of sending assassins to rape and kill the Queen of the North," said her father the King's hand.

Daenerys was clenching his fists so tightly in anger that his knuckles were turning white, as that attack could have even killed his baby.

"Show the proof," said Mero, smirking, and her father waved, and a body with the symbol of the Second Son was brought in.

"This body has the mark of your house on them. It is your Mercenary symbol. And he is one of the men who attacked the queen in the Godswood the night of the feast."

Those present immediately started whispering between them, gradually raising their voices.

" Silence!" her father said to them.

"Your Grace," Bolton came forward, surely to try to defend his vassal, and if only they had proof against Bolton, Daenerys would make him pay them too. "Who can guarantee that those men were not hired by you to get rid of my Bannerman, because his son was having an affair with the queen, and therefore get him out of the way."

And when Bolton said that, the chaos erupted, and the people present spoke loudly, and she heard harsh words coming towards her, like "dragon whore", "whore", "bitch", "unfaithful", "cheater". Daenerys turned red because of the anger and shame she felt in front of the court. Apparently, their plan was succeeding, destroying her reputation in the North.

At that moment she heard her father shouting angrily, "Silence!" then he turned to her, but Daenerys shake her head and stood up to address the court.

"What Lord Bolton says is true," she said sighing and struggling. "Before my marriage to the King, I had an affair with Daario Naaharis. But I arrived at our marriage and on our wedding night, with my womanhood intact, and it was the king himself who took it. No less I want to apologize. Forgive me for thinking that...that man there," said Daenerys, pointing towards Daario, "was a better man than our beloved king."

"No one in this kingdom is a better and more honorable man than King Jon," heard Daenerys someone from the crowd.

"Yes!" they all shouted.

"I know. In fact, this wretched man," said Daenerys with contempt, still pointing his finger at Naaharis, "and his father has left a trail of dead women in brothels and villages all over the North."

Catching her breath again, "I know. You would say that they're paid to be fucked, and that's true but not to be killed. They do that work because they have nothing but their bodies, or because they were forced," she added as she returned to the throne. "And it is at this that I point the finger at you, my lords, who abusively demand the first night, and it is because of you that their husbands call them whores. And it is because of you that they do that work and are killed by men like these two." Bolton was one such kind of lord, in fact, that's the way Ramsey Bolton was born.

Those present started whispering between them, and some may even be had a bit ashamed by what she said.

Then she heard someone yell out, "cut off their heads", "castrate them", and many more. She smirked from that. It was so easy to manipulate the people and the lords. First, they're on your side, then on the enemy' s, and then they are back on yours, following the wind of words.

"So, my lords, how do you judge the two charged?" his father asked.

They looked at each other and whispered, but Bolton was the first to say, "Guilty!" and surprised her. Followed by all the others with the same verdict, and Daenerys gave a sigh of relief but she doesn't show it.

"Poor bastard," said Mero Naaharis, laughing and approaching the throne, putting the Unsullied on alert, Grey Worm stepped forward to stand between her and Naaharis. While the Wolfsguard had their hands resting on the hilt of their swords.

"I see that this rabble of ballsless men have decreed my fate," he said, shaking his head, getting the shouts of the lords, offended by his words. "Don't think that I'll accept this judgment."

"Father..." She heard Daario say, who approached him.

"I don't accept it!" he shouted. "I demand a trial by combat to prove my innocence in this matter!" and everyone broke out talking.

"Silence!" said Daenerys. "You know that what you choose for yourself will be your son's fate too, don't you?"

"Don't worry about that. Your rabble doesn't have the balls to win this trial."

"Good. If this is what you wish, then so be it. Tomorrow you will announce who ..."

"I will not leave my life in the hands of one of these bastards. I will be my champion," said Mero smirking, and she exchanged a look with her father.

"So, which of these old bastards without balls will I face," he said looking at Ser Rodrick, a great warrior of the North and the other lords, and Daenerys saw that Grey Worm was about to step forward.

It was at that moment that a voice said, "This old man." Step forward. "The one whose wife and sister, Rhaella Targaryen, you tried to reap long time ago, and whose daughter, Daenerys Targaryen and Queen in The North, you tried to kill."

No, Daenerys said to herself, as her heart was beating fast and her breath was increasing. She didn't want to lose her father because of this trial. Jon needs him, the North needs him, his grandchild will need him and most importantly, she needs him.

Mero Naaharis started laughing out loudly. "Finally, I'll put you in the ground and have my revenge. And one day your woman too. Who will finally taste the cock of a real man." At that moment, an Unsullied came in and whispered something to Grey Worm, who approached her and leaned towards her saying. " Issa gaomagon. Issi morghe iā gūrogon." (It's done. They're either dead or prisoners.)

"Sȳz," she stood up and said. "Tomorrow we shall witness the duel between Lord Aerys Targaryen, the crown champion, and Mero Naaharis, in the courtyard and may the Old Gods judge and let the righteous triumph."

Aerys Targaryen POV

After what happened in the throne room, Aerys went straight to his room, enraged by what Naaharis said about his wife and Bolton about his daughter.

As he entered, he threw away the cloak he was wearing, and then violently ripped off his tunic, and in the meantime filled his goblet over and over again, throwing down at least five of them, to appease his anger.

Hearing the door open, Aerys immediately turned around, but was greeted by a slap on the face and the angry expression of his wife.

"Why did you do that?" she asked with her hands on her hips.

Aerys caressed his cheek a little because it was burning. She was even more beautiful when she was furious he think between himself. Finishing his last goblet all in one sip, and putting it down, he said, "To take revenge for what he tried to do to you when you were young, for our lost baby, for Irri, and for all the women he and that damned son of his raped. For almost killing my daughter and my unborn grandchild." And he saw the tears in her eyes, and then she hugged him, holding him tightly, and started crying in his chest. Aerys wrapped his arms around her trembling body, caressing her, and kissing her on the head, to calm her down.

Among the whimpering, she said, "I don't want to lose you!"

And he continues to caress her, hugging her, giving her kisses on the head, He whispered to her, "You will not lose me, for my will to avenge our child and the attack on our daughter, will give me strength." Then, wiping the tears from her eyes, with his thumb, Aerys said looking into those beautiful purple eyes, "It is also your love that will give me strength."

"I love you," she said, kissing him on the lips that tasted of salty tears. Aerys deepened the kiss making her move back toward the bed and he started to open her dress, while Rhaella was helping him take off his clothes. After he dropped her dress down, he kept kissing her, and when her legs hit the bed Rhaella was about to fall on it, but Aerys caught her by the waist, lowered her slowly, down, and landed on top of her, or more precise, between her legs.

He continued kissing her, first on the lips, then along her neck, reaching her beautiful tits, licking and sucking them, whispering, "Still perfect. Always perfect." making her moan and giggle.

Daenerys Targaryen POV

After what happened in the throne room and after she calmed down, Daenerys headed for her father's room. She needed answers for what happened.

As she entered without knocking, Daenerys was met by a scene she wished to have avoided. Her mother on top of her father, riding him. She blushed, and they didn't even notice her.

She turned her back and cleared her throat to be recognized, and when they noticed her, they immediately stopped, and she heard her mother exclaiming, "Daenerys!"

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that they were laying under the fur now. Turning around Daenerys approached her a little embarrassed, as they were too, and her mother said, "Can't you knock on the door?"

"I came to talk to Father. How could I know that you would be engaged in this kind of activity?"

"You should have knocked!" snapped her mother, embarrassed.

"Turn around Daenerys," said her father very calmly, and she did so, cursing about this situation. She really didn't imagine that they would have been both here and doing that.

"You can turn around," said her father again, and she saw him clothed, while her mother, no, hugging her legs, while the blankets covered her breasts. Daenerys could see that she was angry and embarrassed. "What did you want to talk to me about, Daenerys?"

"Why did you do that?" Daenerys asked, crossing his arms in front of her chest.

"To take revenge for what he wanted to do years ago to your mother, and because of the child she was carrying at that time," said her father, and she was taken aback by that. Until now her mother never mentioned to them about her having a child before Rhaegar.

"Mother..." She said, glancing toward her and saw that she was looking the other side and crying, silently, because her body was shaking.

"There are many things we haven't told you and we don't intend to do it, but this is my fight too."

"But Father..."

"No Daenerys. They have to pay," said her father. "And I will win."

Daenerys nodded, knowing there was nothing she could do to change his mind, so she headed towards her mother's side of the bed and sat down. While she was holding on with one hand, she stroked her belly with the other, remembering that some time ago, she was in the same situation as her mother was a long time ago.

"I can't imagine the pain you felt then, Mother when you lost your child, but I'm sorry that it happened to you," Daenerys said as she continued to caress her belly, feeling that her baby was kicking a few times. "I had the same fear that night. Fear that I would lose my baby before I could even see him."

Her mother didn't answer, didn't even look at her, and neither did her father. Sighing, she got up, and after she had kissed her forehead, she headed for the exit, because there was too much tension in that room.

Daenerys/Aerys Targaryen POV

The next morning, Aerys was putting on his armor, helped by a servant, and then he heard his wife silently coming through the door. After their activity yesterday, they fell asleep hugged in his room, but when he woke up, she was no longer there beside him.

Glancing he said chuckling, "It still seems to fit me."

She chuckled, coming up behind him and resting her head on the cold, hard armor, hugging him.

"You haven't changed that much," she said, as he turned around to look at her face, and with a smile, he replied, "Older," making her giggle.

"But still handsome," she said, giving him a peck on the lips.

"So are you, my beautiful wife," he replied, caressing her cheek and looking into her eyes, that despite the great fight the tears were about to come out.

Daenerys entered her father's room, seeing him and her mother hugging each other. She smiled at the scene, although she was still embarrassed about what happened yesterday.

When her father saw her, he greeted her with a smile. "Dany, I see you keep entering without knocking."

And she smiled, while her mother said nothing, and was still blushing, surely embarrassed by the situation last night.

Daenerys turning to her father said, "I know you won't accept, but I want you to use it in the duel," handing him her Valyrian sword, Frost fire.

"Valyrian steel. It cuts through everything. I call this cheating," he said, smiling as he took it and started to look at it.

"I call it winning and surviving Father," she said, with one hand on her back and the other caressing her belly. Since the belly has grown, the back pain has come sometimes.

"We all know that Naaharis will use some trick to win," her mother said. "Take it Aerys."

Her father looked at the swords for a moment, then glanced between her and her mother, and he nodded, though it was clear as day that he was not happy about it.

"Good," Daenerys said, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, wishing him good luck, and left the room to head outside.

Before leaving the room, Aerys heard Rhaella said, "Return to me because I don't think I'll be able to live without you."

"You will," he said, looking in her eyes. "Because you are one of the strongest women I ever meet. And you are a dragon." Then giving her one last kiss, he headed outside the room, hearing Rhaella's cries behind him, when he closed the door.

He sighed, closing his eyes, then headed towards the courtyard.

Once out on the balcony, escorted by the Unsullied and Wolfsguard, Grey Worm leaning toward her said in the common tongue, "Everything is prepared."

"Good!" replied Daenerys squeezing the dragon's egg, hiding next to her. Before she came here, she went to her room to take the dragon's egg, while she left Jon's egg hidden there. It wasn't Jon's right to hatch it, it was Jon's.

Her mother reached her and so Jon's mother, sister, the Wilding girl and the commander of the mercenary company. Looking towards the courtyard, Daenerys saw that Mero and her son Daario were brought in, and he had a smirk on his lips when he looked up at her, and his sword and an axe were handed to him.

Then she saw her father enter under the cheers of all, with the armor and the three-headed dragon on his chest, wielding his sword, and a shield in the other.

Once they were in position, Daenerys said aloud, "In the sight of Gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of Mero and Daario of House Naaharis. May the Old Gods grant them mercy, give them such justice as they deserve, and may they guide the hand of the champion."

The two men started to round each other, never losing sight of one another. Her father was serious and didn't have a helmet on his head, while Naaharis had a smirk on his lips, wearing his usual mercenary armor, which was very rough, but which gave him a lot of agility. He wielded a double-edged axe in one hand, and a sword, not very long, but enough to kill in the other.

After a few minutes in which her father was studying the enemy, Daenerys saw Naaharis make the first move by attacking with a fast and powerful blow from above with his axe, which his father parried with the shield, but at that moment, Naaharis wounded him on his leg with the sword, which he wielded in his left hand.

Her father backed away for a moment putting his hand on his thigh, and Naaharis took advantage of that distraction to attack again rapidly, which her father tried to parry as best as he could with the shield and sword, backing away.

Daenerys' heart was beating so fast, that she felt it almost in her throat, her breathing was fast, and she brought a hand over her heart, as she felt her mother grasping the wooden railing on the balcony, and glancing, Daenerys saw that she had the same worried expression.

Returning her gaze to the duel Daenerys saw her father attacking fast, but not fast enough, and you could see how Naaharis was stronger and better and in fact dodged the last attack quite easily, and by making a stumble to her father who fell forward to the ground. Mero Naaharis started laughing, sure of his victory.

Daenerys could see that her father was tired, too tired. There was something strange, she was sure because even though he had not trained for a long time he was still a decent warrior. He also fought in many battles in his youth under King Eddard, Prince Brandon, and King Rickard. But after that wound to his leg, he started to lose blows.

He was struggling to get up, and after a few tries, he gives up, breathing with great difficulty. After throwing the shield away, he spread his hands on his knees, as if waiting for the final blow. She, leaning against the railing, shouted, "Father!"

But he didn't answer, closing his eyes and not making any more movements. Naaharis started laughing and said aloud, " It seems the old dragon has accepted his fate. I always thought he wasn't man enough for that bitch." Glancing toward her mother.

Then throwing away his axe and grabbing his sword with both hands surely to have a more powerful attack, he swung a slash towards her father's open neck.

But at that very moment, just before the blade made contact with her father's neck, he parried the forearm of the enemy, dodging the attack and at the same time, with his sword, he pierced Mero Naaharis in the throat, who fell to the ground on his knees and the blood dripping from his mouth. Using this advantage, with the remaining strength, his father gave him the fatal blow, beheading him.

Daenerys was happy with her father's victory and glanced towards her mother, who had tears of joy in her eyes, and then looked towards her father again, who was in the middle of the courtyard, and who was looking towards the balcony.

"The Old gods have made there will know. The members of House Naaharis are sentenced to death." Then, looking toward Daario who was standing there scared and afraid.

But then when she heard the crowd gasp, and the scream of her mother, she looked towards her father and saw him fall on the ground.

"Father!" she screamed, trying to go down as quickly as possible despite her belly.

But when she almost got there, she was grabbed by two men, with a knife on her neck.

"One more step and your queen is dead," said one of the men to her Wolfsguard, and the Unsullied.

Grey Worm told them to retreat, as the men backed back to a house, having freed Naaharis, as the crowd moved away.

Entering the house, Daenerys saw that there were even more men inside, and one of them, before throwing her down, said, "we are here to save you on Bolton's orders." Interesting Daenerys thought as she landed in a way to protect her belly.

Daario began to laugh, as he stroked his wrists free from the chains, and started to approach her, while the other men discovered a passage under the house.

"So how it goes, little bitch. Long time we haven't seen each other," he said to Daenerys, while she looked at him impassively. Of course, this wasn't the plan she'd thought up, but it was still working. Daario leaned towards her, giving her a kiss on the lips, to which she bit his lips.

"Ah, you bitch. You bit me," he said as he leaned back a little, and touched his lip, that had blood on them, and she spits in his face.

"You bitch!" he said again, giving her a backhanded slap.

Recovering from the slap quickly, Daenerys could feel the blood dripping from her lip, and looking at him defiantly said, "You will pay for what you did to the poor Irri." She became furious remembering that, and the blood boiling inside her. The dragon was ready to awaken.

"Are you talking about that little bitch of a servant girl?" he laughed, "she fought a lot against me and my men, but then once caught she was raped again and again. And she moaned like a bitch when she was fucked in the mouth, in the ass, and in the cunt." Then as he approached her, he continued, "And now you'll have what you've dreamed of for years. My big cock down your throat. "And after you have sucked it good and swallowed my seed, I'm going to rip your whore cunt apart."

"Daario, we need to leave. The queen's men could enter at any moment," said one of the men there as the others started to descend into the passage.

"Let go of me!" said Daario, shaking his hand off his shoulder, as she kept staring at him with hate. "It is time for me to take what is mine."

"Daario, she's pregnant! Leave her alone, and let's run while we still can, but he pushed the man away and started unbuttoning his pants, he said, "Better. I've never been with a pregnant whore."

At that moment they smelled smoke, and Daenerys heard the other man say "Naharis! They're setting fire to the house. We have to leave." She knew that the right moment had come.

"I just need a moment," he said as he pulled down his pants, and took his cock in his hand, but at that moment, taking the hidden knife she had in her boot, Daenerys cut him between his legs, and Daario fell backward, holding himself by the wound, screaming as the flames started to spread around them.

"Now you'll finally get what you deserve," Daenerys said with contempt, taking a piece of burning wood. "For Irri and all the women in the North you raped and killed." Setting him on fire.

Daario screamed as the flames devoured him, but Daenerys felt nothing, except that the dress on her was burning. Then taking the egg from the bag that was burning too, she put it on the ground on Daario's burning body, and cutting herself on the palm, made the blood drip on it.

After a while, she heard it. A little roar she had never heard before and looking down, she saw a little baby dragon look up at her. Daenerys lowered herself with difficulty, to take the dragon in her arms and headed towards the door destroyed by the flames.

Emerging from the house in flames, completely naked, and with the dragon in her arms, Daenerys heard the gasps and the whispers of the people in the North. Then she saw the Unsullied kneel, and Grey Worm bringing a Cape over her.

"Issi morghe," said Grey, and she nodded. (They are dead.)

She looked back at her dragon. He was red and black, with red eyes, looking intensely at her. Apparently, she finally brought back to this world what was extinct.