Danny listens to the bell-like laugh of the little boy, Xique who had so bravely asked to join her on top of drogon. She was pleasantly surprised at how easily Drogon allowed the boy to ride with her, she turned her gaze down below, the red lord follower's traversing behind them.
The scene below her is so magnificent, she can admit, that it's the color of her house, being the reason for her guilty pleasure of the tiny sea of red, made by the abundance of red priests and simple followers who have devoted themselves to her, or their god, who they say sees through her.
'Whatever that meant' She wonders if that is the constant warmth she has felt since she's arrived.
"Are those people!?" The shout of Xique screaming over the rushing wind makes her break out of her gazing.
Looking to where the little arm is pointing, she catches the sight of two figures lying unmoving. She inhales when she registers the lithe figure of a small child, instantly urging Drogon down, she holds Xique close as they descend quickly.
'Hopefully they weren't dead.'
As Drogon flares desert dust everywhere while landing she gently covers Xique's eyes while she keeps hers closed waiting the precious seconds for the dust to settle.
Gently maneuvering around the boy she instructs him to stay on Drogo, ignoring the whine, while also asking her child to keep vigilant. She hopes the company will arrive soon, she doesn't know if she'll be of use with how little she knows of the healing arts.
She doesn't see any tracks that would indicate that anyone dropped them off, so she's not worried about people, but what worries her is she doesn't see their tracks of traversing either?
'Why are they unclothed?' she can't help but flush a little, feeling perverted even though she isn't doing anything.
Crouching down she gently swipes a hand over the child's bangs cupping his forehead, her maternal instincts skyrocketing as she stares at the young boy, the steady rise and fall of his chest is the only reason she isn't panicking, well more.
The russet hair matching the boy's companion, actually now that she looks between the two they seem familiar, she's seen these features somewhere, they must be siblings or at least family with how similar they are.
She averts her eyes from their displayed private parts. Idly wishing she had a cloak of some sort.
Turning her attention to the older stranger she can't help but admire the man's beauty, she's never seen hair so metallic looking, like strung copper darkened a the shadow of brown hinted in his curls. The dark lashes make her jealous as her own albino ones don't accent her eyes the way those would.
Her eyes widen further as she catches the scar wrapped around the man's neck, gently tracing the scar-like necklace decorating the man. She lowers her gaze to the man's naked chest despite the scarring littering him his physique makes an ache pulse throughout her, she hasn't felt a desire for touch in a few months snce she's awakened, so the sudden flush of attraction is startling.
leaning closer she doesn't notice the boy waking as she gently traces what looks like various arrow winds and stab wounds. She doesn't know what happened to the man, but she feels a duty to protect the two, she fills a flicker in her mind, but she ignores it.
Turning towards the small child she doesn't notice as intense blue eyes crack open as the touch from her kickstarted the dormant like state the two have been placed in after being resurrected, the old gods couldn't awaken their charges without the help of the dragon Queen who has been blessed by life.
Robb feels a headache of the likes he has not felt before as he opens his eyes to the bright light of the sun screaming at him.
Tilting his head following the person who somehow outshone the sun, he can't help admiring the beauty of the woman despite his drowsy state, he listens as she murmurs gentle words to the boy beside him.
"Sweet little hatchling, I hope whoever did this is dead."
'Hatchling?' But before he can think more on that the face of Rickon flashes as the woman shifts revealing the face of his companion on the ground.
"Ric-" he starts but hacks from the dryness of his throat.
The woman startled and spins towards him, he meets beautiful violet eyes matching the famous depiction of the Valaryians.
"Oh, you're awake" her velvety voice caresses his ears, he wonders if it's a valyrian thing, having a hypnotic voice.
"…?" He doesn't respond as the memories of what happened starts to flash across his eyes so fast he can't think very coherently.
His father, dying…
Going to war in his Honor…
Meeting talisa….
Capturing the key to the war…
His mother betrayed him….
His unborn..!
"No!" He shouts uncaring of how much it hurt his throat.
Unusually warm hands cradle his face, stopping the growing panic as the blurry visage of the woman in front of him makes him realize he has tears pooling his eyes.
"Can I come down now?" The childish voice makes him turn his gaze, the hands holding his face falling off as he turns to the source of the voice.
He finds himself missing the soothing sensation.
But that all leaves his mind when the face of a giant dragon meets his gaze.
The gleaming teeth as long as his arm if not longer. If it wasn't for the childish grin of the dark skinned child on top of the terrifying beast he would have fainted.
"D-Dragon?" He turns to the woman, he is still in turmoil, the fact that There's a dragon in front of him doesn't help.
they were small the last time he heard.
Though if his thoughts are true he's been dead for a while.
The time spent dead is hazy but he knows he was sent back for some reason, the reason escapes him as he's faced with a fire made of flesh.
"That is my dear Drogon, he's harmless."
'Harmless!?' His direwolf would be considered harmless compared to the terrifying beast before him.
"My lady he doesn't seem harmless." The beast seems to grin at him in a taunting way.
"Xique! Can you see anyone coming?" The shout from the delicate woman startled him as he sees her standing away from… how could he forget.
Pushing to his feet ignoring the threat behind him he hovers where the woman vacated hovering over his brother.
He distantly hears the woman and the boy speak about the caravan being only ten minutes out.
But all he can do is stare at his brother who he heard was burned by his former best friend, the arrow scar confuses him, before a distant memory of witnessing his brother get impaled by a arrow while his brother jon fights against the man who had taken his brother captive.
It's as he touches his brother's face that everything becomes clear.
They were sent back, well he was, but it seems his brother has been brought back as well.
They have been brought back because the night king isn't finished with his duty.
The old gods have been too passive in their watch of the world, they allowed the children of the first to create a monstrosity out of a fondness for their first born but as soon as they realized the being they created surpassed even their power to but a stop to, they have sown eons it seems to a solution the the ever ending war of ice and fire.
Or life and death.
He can't believe how much everything has changed.
Rickon feels a palm resting against his face as he begins to awaken.
Blinking the sand out of his eyes he meets the gaze of his brother.
"Robb!" He shoots up wrapping his arms around the man, not caring that his mind is screaming in pain at the influx of knowledge his immature brain is being bombarded with.
He can't believe he's alive, when he got hit with the Arrow he felt so stupid, for not zigzagging. But he somehow knew he needed to die, so he stayed running straight.
He regrets the pain he put his family through, but he knew that he had to die to truly understand his purpose, he had to detach himself from the restrictions of the human body and he found… why can't he remember, it was just at the edge of his mind.
"Rickon!" The shout of his brother draws him back to the present.
"Mmhmh" he tries to say but his face is muffled by his brother's neck.
He feels naked, peeking as he srambles back as he realizes he touching is naked brother.
"Ack!" He fumbles the grains of sand digging into his butt as he falls on the ground.
The soft chuckle makes Rickon spin as he sees the most beautiful woman he's ever seen next to the coolest boy he's ever seen.
It's the huge dragon that steals the show though.
"Wow!" He forgets about his nakedness as the beautiful creature before him catches all of his attention.
Danny can't help but smile as he sees the genuine awe with no fear sprout along the boy's face, she can be honest and say the quickest way to her heart is respecting her child.
"I'm sorry I don't have any clothing to spare for you at the moment" she forces herself not to gaze at the burly man, she's always been attracted to powerful looking men. She needs to stop leading with her cunt, the last time it quite literally killed her.
Plus, she knows she's heard their names somewhere.
"My people should be here soon and then we can-"
Her voice is interrupted by the sound of two horses galloping towards them. She turns to see, surprised to see the lady quaithe herself and what seems to be a person with luggage on the other horse.
"Your grace, I saw through the flames that you would be getting some wolf visitors so I came as quickly as I could"
'Wolf visitors?' She should know that reference it's on the tip of her tongue, but why?
"How does she know our sigil?" The innocent voice of the younger of the two meets her ears.
"I see, I'm alway so thankful for all you do" reverting to her formal style of talking she does when uncomfortable.
"Here," she hears Xique say as he hands clothing to the two, she quickly selfishly checks the man out as he stands to clothe himself, she mentally scolds herself for her hormones.
She has more important things to do than worry about her libido. No matter how appealing the long—'stop!'
"How much father until we reach Meereen?" She ask Quaithe to distract her from her body's reaction.
She isn't even over the betrayal of Jon, and she's looking at another man already, she can admit she can be cynical in cutting off men after she splits with them. She never once regretted stringing Daario along because they both knew it wasn't going to last despite his infatuation.
With Jon well she let the kindness and the freeing feeling of not being judged based on preexisting knowledge, or being seen as someone who was untouchable.
she like that Jon had seen her, not the queen or the beauty that she was. But her.
Then he killed her.
"Two leagues away."
"Good" she says coldly before gently picking Xique up and getting on top of the Drogon with a finesse that proves how comfortable she is on a dragon.
"Quaithe will escort you the rest of the way, I have to go" she makes a lame excuse she knows is unbelievable before taking off.
"Wha-?" Robb is confused by the 180 of her personality.
"Don't mind Her Grace she's dealing with a lot, and I'm sure it's just the fact that she finally felt something besides the anger she's felt for the last few weeks"
Robb can only nod.
He hopes the situation makes sense soon.
A/N:
Sorry if this chapter isn't the best.
I couldn't figure out a way to introduce them well. I swear they have a reason for being revived.
I hinted at some things but I want to hear your thoughts.
Sorry for those who want it just Jon/Danny
I found a muse for Robb and Danny in a unique way.
Though Jon and Danny have a chance.
Hell maybe our girl deserves a hot poly relationship between the two.