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That night, the two dragons couldn't sleep. They have been turning around finding comfort to sleep and found none, even Jon's running this morning couldn't put his mind to sleep. This is the first time he is wide awake. His mind wanders off to his father and Winterfell, thinking about their condition now that their Alpha is gone. What will they do now?

"Can't sleep?" Dany whispered beside him.

"Aye," he murmured as he stared at the empty ceiling.

"Me too," she snaked her to Jon's arm, hugging him close to her, "My mind is wide awake."

Jon nodded before looking at her, "You're thinking about home too, aren't you?

"Yes," she said, he's glad that she can find the North as her home, even though not many people were friendly with her, "I know we can't leave for Winterfell, but I can't help but worry about everyone there."

"I know," he hugged her close to him, "I suppose, we can only hope that all things are better now that we are no longer in association with the North. At least, that's what I hope they think."

"What if Tywin comes after the Winterfell?" She looks up at him.

"I doubt that," he said, "Robb is a respected Alpha, Benjen said that they have raised their defences. Tywin would be smart not to attack when the North is on high guard. The North clans are smart when it comes to that, not to mention, it's coming to winter there."

She hummed, "Come to think of it, it should've been winter season soon. Yet it's incredibly hot in this country."

Jon laughed at the sudden shift of subject to a little silly one. The tension and worry seem to subsidies a bit, "It's summer every day here."

"That's nice, no?"

"Aye, though I miss the cold weather. It's incredibly hot here, especially at the noon," he said, he had never panted so much in his life just to release the hot air in him.

"At least the skies are clearer here," she said, "In the North, the cold fogs would sometimes cover the night skies."

Jon turned back to look at the window with the curtain closed. He slipped away from Dany and walked towards it, pulling the curtains apart. When his grey eyes looked up, the dark night is covered with so many stars above, sprinkling the black abyss. Compared to back in Winterfell, the stars seemed to gather in one place to brighten up their dark depressing world, forming into a huge path that lights up the entire dark skies. Jon was in awe of these findings, for he had never seen something like this before, "Dany, look."

His mate got off the bed and walked towards him, looking out the window. Her eyes sparkled just like the stars above, "Oh, Jon. They are beautiful, let's look at them clearer outside."

"Are you up for travels?" her pregnant condition had increased his worries.

"Oh please, Jon. We are just going to be outside, not another town," she giggled, "Besides, I can't sleep. And neither can you, maybe this is a sign we should see this while it lasts."

"Alright," he kissed the top of her head, "You should put on your shawl, it might be cold outside."

"That, and I have you to keep me warm," she playfully said, "My dear wolf."

"Ever since you cut my fur, I'm not sure if I'm warm enough for you," he teased.

"You asked for it," she lightly slapped his shoulder, earning a grin from him.

The two dragons brought long-sleeved white clothes before going outside, quietly going outside the house that heads towards the beach. Sure enough, the night air is cool, the songs of the crickets and night animals seemed to intensify at this hour, and the roaring of the gentle waves clashes in a soothing choir. The torches around the house lit up the night on the beach as well, thankfully the wind isn't strong enough to blow them away. It truly is a peaceful night.

"Are you comfortable enough?" Jon asked as he holds her close to him.

"Yes, I'm alright," she said, "I've stayed in the North long enough to cope with this weather," she proudly said.

"You weren't carrying cubs back then," he frowned, his other hand finding its way to her belly. It has certainly grown a little more now.

"Oh, I'm fine, my cheeky wolf," she giggled, squeezing his hand on her stomach, "The cubs are fine too, don't worry," her laugh began to disappear to curiosity, her eyes looked at something ahead, "Jon, look."

Jon followed her line of sight to see where she was looking, his eyes peering through the darkness of the fire lights.

Right ahead, is a silhouette of a feline figure who probably thought the same, looking up at the night sky as he sat. Even under the dark glowing light of the fire in a distance, there is no denying the visible albino pelt of the White Lion. His white, grey manes gently danced along with the wind, and his back facing them. But why is he in his lion form, he can't be too sure. "Ser Barristan," he murmured.

"Mayhaps he couldn't sleep like us too," She guessed.

Jon nodded, perhaps he wants to be alone if he too is thinking about the fate of his comrades in Winterfell, "Maybe we should leave him be…"

"No," she said rather quickly, "I'm sure he doesn't mind us with him."

"But…"

"Trust me, Jon," she said rather insistingly, "I think he needs us too, just as much as we need him."

Jon never really thought of the idea that the old knight would be lonely, but he has been spending more time with Dany as of late. Perhaps she picked up something that he didn't. "Alright."

The two dragons walked quietly toward their mentor, not wanting to disrupt his calm moment. However, the lion seemed to pick up the sound of their footsteps underneath the soft cold sand, his ears perked up, "Shouldn't you both be in bed?"

The deep rumbling voice of their mentor startled them, his voice has never been this gentle. It was always authoritative towards them. But today, it's a lot different, it seems the news today also shook him.

Dany opened her mouth, "We can't sleep, Ser Barristan."

The Albino Lion didn't turn his head to them as she said this, "So you seek comfort underneath the stars?" Jon wondered if he was talking about himself too.

"We hope so," she gently said, walking closer to him and bringing Jon with her, "Please, Ser Barristan. Can we stay here with you?"

The White Lion turned to the young dragons, his pale blue eyes looked forlorn and sad, yet comforting as well, "I would be glad to have some company for a while," he rumbled gently, and at that approval, the two young dragons walked towards him. Dany sat between Jon and their mentor, the Lion still towers over them as they sat, making him look like a true warrior…..or he just couldn't look at them in the eyes. His mate looked so concerned at the great lion. "I suppose, the news today gave you both quite a shock."

"Aye, it did," Jon finally said, "But thank you for telling us."

The White Lion nodded silently, still not looking at them. His eyes stared at the wide-open ocean, Jon is unsure what he was looking for. Was he looking for the lands of Westeros?

Dany strokes his left leg, "It must've been hard for you to take in the news as well, Ser Barristan."

The White Lion didn't say anything for a while until he let out a heavy sigh, "The day when Rhaegar Targaryen perished before my eyes, it was the first time in my life I felt lost," at the mention of their keens, the two young dragons' eyes paid close attention to him, "To serve under the enemy? I was confused, for they were the very people I had to repel away from Rhaegar.

"But I had to face the reality that the Targaryens clans were no more, Rhaegar lost at the trident, Aerys was gone, Queen Rhaella was lost, the young cubs of the dragons were all exterminated by the Lions. I could not prevent that from happening. I had failed to keep my word as their Kingsguard," the pain in the Old Knight's words was palpable to the young dragons.

"For a while, I believed death would be comforting. For the clan, I served proudly was no more. I did not understand why Robert Baratheon saved me and had a healer tend to my wounds. And just like that, I was spared and pardoned. I had to serve under the stag. For a long time, I wondered why the gods chose to let me live and not Rhaegar or my other pride members, Ser Arthur, Ser Gerold, you name them. Or was it the gods' way of punishing me for not fulfilling my duty as Kingsguard? But nothing changed the fact that I had failed your family, your Graces. To protect the Dragon clan from harm."

Jon never knew how much guilt the Old Knight had to bore the burden, to see the prince he served and admired, perhaps close to becoming friends, died in front of him. To make matters worsts, he felt that he was betraying his own purpose. Is this why he was hard on his training?

Dany turned to him, the young dragon saw her eyes looked so worried and sad. He squeezed her hand and looked back to the White Lion, she did the same, urging their mentor to continue.

"The only thing that was keeping me going is to ensure the people that Rhaegar loved and cared for were safe, as that was one of his wishes. For the good of his people," he rumbled in a rather sad way, "He once told me, 'Wouldn't it be better if all the clans would just unite instead of running useless contracts and negotiations amongst each other and spread hate? And that Westeros would truly be one instead of broken into bits of clans and territories.'" The White Lion chuckled sadly, "And I told him, 'perhaps you could see to that someday.'"

Jon pursed his lips, hearing about the real story about his father felt…odd. For all his life, he had heard Rhaegar Targaryen be a cruel vicious man, who kidnapped his aunt Lyanna and raped her. And to think that they were not true, and he's related to the very man Ser Barristan looked up to feels comforting.

"When Rhaegar died, I thought that his dreams died with him. It wasn't easy to find the same people who shared a similar vision as he did. The closest was Ned Stark, but he too was adjusting to the fact that his relatives died in the hands of Aerys, how could anyone forgive such crimes? It was clear that he wanted nothing much to do with politics anymore save for his own clan, that much was certain. I thought mayhaps, hope was all lost. And I had given up for more than a decade to fulfil that dream as I served under the cruel Stag King," the White Lion said, then his head turned to the young dragons, "That is until the news of the appearance of a Dragon Cub saved by the White Wolf of the North and taken into the Northern Pack."

The White Wolf swallowed a lump in his throat, his heart thumped harder hearing the White Lion is referring to them both as his hope of strange salvation. Dany looked as equally astonished as him, though she did her best to conceal it from him. They didn't want him to stop, and their silence is a reassurance for him to continue.

"When I saw that Tywin came back frustrated, I was curious since it was a while that anyone made him feel that way. And when Ser Jaime informed me what had happened, I knew that perhaps….hope is finally reborn," his eyes looked more relaxed saying this, and Jon is glad that some of those burdens seems to lift off from his shoulders, "Of course, I had to conceal the fact that I was rather happy that hope is restored, but I never told anyone of this. For some knew that my loyalty still lies amongst the Dragons, except that perhaps that they believed that since the Dragons are long gone, they think that my loyalty now lies with the Stags or the Lions. Especially since I took Jaime under my wing and as my successor."

Dany took that moment to chime in, "Did you tell that to Jaime?"

"Poor young Jaime was rather shaking by the whole ordeal," he replied, "So young the Lion was that he had to swing his sword upon the Mad King he was sworn to protect. He too was contemplating his own duty but had to kill the very person he had to protect so that his clan and the rest of the other clans would be safe. The Young Lion was burdened too, just like I was, he told me that much. But in a rather different way, for he was doing it to save his family. I think at that point, when he heard Rhaegar was no more, he had no one else to truly serve but the Lions. For Rhaegar was the only prince he was proud to serve, as was Queen Rhaella," he chuffed, "It did question his loyalty sometimes. But for now, he would rather serve under his own clan than the Stag King…..that's as far as he told me."

Jon was rather astounded by how many people were still willing to follow his father, "Was that why you saved us back in Winterfell with Ser Jaime? Why did you bring him with you the day the Stag King came to Winterfell?"

Ser Barristan shook his head, "He confessed to me by his own choice," This made Jon blink in surprise. Ser Jaime wanted to save Dany by his own choice and not by the influence of Ser Barristan. Who knew this turn of events could happen? "Jaime was rather trying to find forgiveness. He too was tormented for years for killing the man he swore to protect and losing Queen Rhaella. By meeting you and you tell him that he had to do what he had to do…. he believed that he was forgiven."

"But it wasn't Ser Jaime's fault," she said, "I know what Viserys told me, but I've heard stories from other people too of what my father had done." Jon felt her pain that it was as if she had to damage control the things her father had done to others.

"We can't blame your father for what he had become, nor can we blame Jaime for what motivated him to swing his sword," he said, "But one thing for certain, Jaime was at peace when you spoke to him," the Lion looked at her warmly, "That was, perhaps, the very first time he had felt in peace. After such a long time. At least, a contribution from what I see. For he adored your mother and brother very much."

Jon looked at Dany, who looked like she was glad that Ser Jaime would stop blaming himself.

"I was rather glad that Ned Stark was willing to take you in, and then when I finally met him, we spoke about your situation in private, and of Jon's true parents," his eyes turned to Jon, "The three of us knew we had to do something, and that was when we worked together to plan for this moment."

"My father suggested that you should stay at Winterfell?"

The Lion shook his head as he turned back to the dark sparkling oceans, "Jaime did," The young dragons' eyes widened, "Perhaps he knew that young Daenerys needed protection, and whether he felt guilt, he was more than happy to have me with you. For the other Kingsguard had no goodwill to look after you."

"Did he know about your allegiance?"

"I don't share everything I felt to my students, especially to young Jaime. For his father is Tywin. However, he had a soft spot for the Queen. Most likely because she was the mother Jaime never had," he said, Jon never thought that aside from Dany's own family, even Jaime Lannister would suffer under Aerys, "And seeing her daughter alive, I suppose, that changed him. We both spoke about our guilts about serving the Dragons, how we could have protected the other dragons."

"Ser Jaime felt guilty?" Jon asked.

"Aye, especially of Rhaella Targaryen. He told me how he would have to stand guard outside while Aerys…well….did something to Rhaella. His own wife," Ser Barristan said sadly.

Dany looked down sadly, "I can understand why they were all after me," she said softly, "They're all afraid that I might turn like my father."

"Perhaps," he said calmly, "But in life, nothing is good is ever really good. And nothing bad is ever really bad," the lion then turned to them both, "I've watched over you both the moment I was pardoned to stay in Winterfell by Ned Stark, I am confident to say that you will not end up like Aerys Targaryen. Even the Red Python saved you from Tywin," the mention of the Seer gives shiver down Jon's spine, "We knew you both would someday unite all of Westeros to be a better realm than before. And you will go down in history as the Wolf and Dragon who saved Westeros."

As great as it sounds, Jon doesn't like the idea of the ruling. How could he lead an entire realm when not even his own pack would listen to them? "I…I am honoured if you all thought of us that way, Ser Barristan."

"Just like the people of Westeros, one day, you will see it for yourself that you both had that in you," the White Lion rumbled deeply, "Perhaps you may not see it yet because all this time, you were treated as the bastard of Winterfell, and old habits die hard. But one day, there will be a time when you have to choose what is easy and what is right. And Ned Stark believed that you would know what to choose, for he taught you that ever since you were a cub, didn't he?"

Ned Stark, the only father he had ever known, treated him as he would his own. He had always loved him no matter what people said, he was even more honourable than anyone he had ever known. Gods, did he miss him. Jon felt tears begin to sting in his eyes as the feeling of longing came creeping into his heart. "He was a great man," he wiped a tear threatening to spill, "I miss him."

"And many of us will, as well as I do," Ser Barristan said with a soothing voice Jon thought was somewhat like his father, "He was a reliable comrade and friend, one that I have not had for a long time. But his legacy will live on in you both."

"If only he's allowed to live longer," Dany murmured sadly, her voice cracking.

"Ned Stark knew his days were numbered when he fought against Tywin to protect you both, and he did everything he could before that day would come. Benjen and I did as much as we could to help him with his pack and you two. Even if you were to oppose to not let him sacrifice for you two, well," he chuffed, "Lord Alpha Stark is probably the most honourable man I've ever known, and I hope that this world would be a better place for more people like him to exist," The White Lion then stood up, "And perhaps, he saw that in you both. Two outcast dragons, raised by wolves, who would one day unite Westeros."

"I think you have too much confidence in us, Ser Barristan," Dany said sheepishly, "I don't even think the Northern packs saw us that way."

Their mentor chuckled, "Perhaps," he said, "But we shall see, everything depends on you both. No matter what you choose, I shall stay by your Graces' sides and help guide you, just as I swore to Lord Alpha Stark and Benjen Stark." The White Lion opened his mouth to let out a wide yawn, "I enjoyed both of your company, but it's time for me to retire. If you wish to stay here longer, don't be out here for too long. The night is young, and you both need to rest."

Jon and Dany nodded, "Yes, Ser."

The White Lion nodded and walked back towards the manner calmly.

Jon had the urge to say something to him and turned back, "Ser Barristan." The Old Knight looked back, his eyes looked somewhat wary, "Thank you for telling us your story." He owed him that much for guiding them both all this time.

He nodded in a bow, "It is my honour, my prince." And then he turned away and walked back.

Jon began to turn back to the oceans then the sky and sighed, "I suppose we learned a lot more stories today," he murmured softly.

"Ser Barristan is good," Dany said, "Do you think he would be honoured to train our own cubs?"

He laughed at the idea, "Wouldn't that be a sight to see? He trained my father, me, and now our cubs."

She laid her head on his shoulder, "That would be. He is a loyal Kingsguard. I love his company, and I am certain he loves us just as much."

He nodded, Ser Barristan may be hard in training him all this time, but he can tell he means good. If anything, his style of teaching is similar to his uncle Ned. He was strict too, only more forgiving.

Ned Stark. Eddard Stark.

The thought of his uncle-father brought him a melancholy feeling again. He can't believe he's gone. The Alpha's personality was just too vibrant, humble, and proud to believe that he is truly gone. How could this happen to him so fast? His brothers and sisters did not deserve this.

"Do you think your Father, Ned Stark, is up there as the other Great Kings of the past?" Dany suddenly chimed beside him, "Watching over us?"

Jon looked at her first before looking up, it reminded him of the time when he brought her to star gazing back in Winterfell. The time where he talked about how Uncle Benjen would tell how the people who passed would be up in the skies, watching over them. He pulled her closer to him and kissed the top of her head lovingly, "I think he is," he pressed his cheek to the side of her head, "He's with the other Great Kings of the past now, watching over us all. Always."

He felt her nod, "And I hope he continues to do so," she then grabbed his hand and had it rest on her growing stomach, "I want our cubs to know how much of a strong Alpha their granduncle was."

He chuckled at the thought, and hugged her close to him, "They would be proud to know that they are his grandchildren."

The two Dragons looked up to the sky silently, letting the music of Essos lull them until they finally decided to go back to bed.

Moons have passed since the conversation they had on the beach, Ser Barristan's story had motivated something in Jon and Daenerys. They had taken their lessons far more seriously now, gone were the days that they were either questioning or complaining about their tasks given by Ser Barristan. They rather took it in quite well, especially Jon.

He has been training especially harder with Ser Barristan in his dragon shifting forms and sword fights. And because he's the Old Knight's only student, he has all his attention on the young lad. Shifting and adjusting to his Dragon form is now natural for him like a second skin.

As for Daenerys, he kept especially close attention the way he did with her mother, ensuring that she is safe and healthy. Memories of Queen Rhaella bruised and hurt in her pregnant state thanks to Aerys awakened his protective side of him, not that he believed Jon would ever hurt her. He just wants them both safe.

The White Wolf has been able to cope with his new 'pack' quite well, even starting to converse with them. Ghost quickly found out that many of his pack members were once slaves, so none of them had names but numbers. He felt bad, but he made sure they don't feel that their value is reduced to numbers.

He had made a silent decision to be their guard dog when a pack of brown hyenas were close by, looking as if they want to pick a bone to steal their goods. His pack members, being less powerful and mongrels, looked less intimidating for the hyenas to leave them be, it's no wonder Illyrio said that some of his runners were either taken or killed.

While they were resting in the dessert one afternoon, with their vests released, Ghost's ears perked to the sound of menacing laughing around them. He stood up to look at their surroundings, and sure enough, they were circled by a pack of hyenas, lurking at them.

May I help you, ladies and gentlemen? Ghost asked in high Valyrian, he stood up high and his guard up. Not wanting to feel intimidated by the pack of laughing creatures.

"Ahh, a foreigner amongst a bunch of rats," one of them snickered, "This should be easy."

We don't want any troubles, Ghost said with a low growl of warning, We just want to pass through this dessert.

"Such confidence for a stranger of these lands," the sound of a female hyena said, perhaps she's the martyr? "No matter, we shall leave you be when you give us the things you all pull."

I'm afraid we can't do that, the people in the next town need them, he resisted.

"Have it your way then," she laughed, her other packs continued to surround them and began to move closer to them, "Take them." At that signal, the hyenas charged toward them.

His pack were not built to fight, some were knocked to the ground at their first pounce. However, before even one of them can sink their teeth into their necks, the hyenas found themselves crashing to the ground, being hit by some kind of a hard whirlwind. As they got up, the sound of a furious roar terrified them to the core.

The White Wolf sunk his teeth into a hyena's neck and threw it to another that has one of his packs under them, knocking them both away from his member. Ghost snapped at another hyena and with his powerful claws, he slashed the other hyenas in its jaws. One managed to pounce on him, but with his agile movement, he managed to catch its leg and threw him off him.

Once his team managed to get back on their feet, and away from the scavenging hyenas, the White Wolf let out a menacing and dominant roar towards them, I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN MY PRESENCE AGAIN. EVER! He let out a powerful roar that made the hyenas' tails slip between their legs. With a last powerful snarl, the hyenas scurried away fearfully, running away from the wolf.

Ghost watched each and every one of them ran away, making sure none will look back. Once the coast is clear, he turned back to his team, Are you alright?

Grey Worm, who managed to fend himself from the hyena nodded, "Thank you, friend."

He nodded, We should get moving soon if we want to stay out of trouble.

After that day, Grey Worm had made him a leader of the Running. Ghost came one morning where his old position is filled by someone else, and the second in command in front gave him the vest of the lead Runner. He was confused at first, but the centaur only nodded for him to take it.

And he did so proudly. Ghost is now the leader of the Running ace team, with him in the lead, the pack members are no longer afraid to go greater distances.

Illyrio was not surprised when he heard this report from Grey Worm, rather he was expecting it. The fat man was rather happy now that he didn't have to worry his employees will be eaten or killed.

Ser Barristan was just as proud that he had not forgotten his training.

His wife was the most excited about this news, loving the fact that he came home safely. As strong as her husband is, she didn't like the fact that he was fighting. But to see him come home safe and sound is more than enough.

Dany's belly has grown bigger over the next moons. The first three or four moons, Missandei thought that she was long pregnant before she came here, for it looked as if they were ready to come out.

By her seventh-eighth moon turns, it became harder for her to move around now. Her pregnancy has taken a toll on her, though her spirit to learn and help didn't stop her.

Illyrio made her take more breaks as much as possible now. Her talents showed, but he missed her sharp skills in bookkeeping ever since Jon's long-distance travels brought profits way faster. The fat man had no choice but to comply with her adjustments, and he spent more time at home with her than at the warehouse and be there at noon, for he trusts Jon knows how to manage the warehouses by now.

With her constant growing belly, she couldn't walk further now. Even going up the stairs can leave her breathless. She became rather frustrated with her immobility. Ser Barristan did not allow her to go out, for he feared should spies stumble upon the Dragon cub, and if they find her with child, they will gladly take her out. And that's the one thing he has been trying to avoid. It displeases her that she couldn't get out but the beaches, but she had to comply for the safety of her cubs.

Her drive for mating has also spiked somehow, just looking at her mate would excite her oftentimes. The wolf inside Jon himself can also sense her excitement, they have been becoming hungrier for each other ever since, mostly active during the night. Quite frankly, he has been good at pleasuring his mate.

"Jon!" she gasped unto her pillow, trying so hard to keep quiet as she lies by her side in her husband's strong arms, and her back against his solid chest. His hand snaked its way between her legs, flicking her nub furiously while the other hand gently squeezed her mound, preventing her from getting away and careful not to press onto her belly.

Her legs are trapped behind his, opening wide for his hard length to slip in easily in her warm slick welcoming entrance. "Shhh," he teased her with a shudder while he continues to move in and out of her, "You're going to wake the whole manor."

"You're wicked," she panted breathlessly as he filled her deliciously, making her feel so full, "If you….mmhhmmm…..continue…like this…..ahhh…," she let out a silent moan onto the pillow, unable to finish her sentence as he pounded into her a little too hard.

"That's it," he groaned into her ear, his husky voice made her shudder with so much excitement she swore she could shatter right away, "You're mine, and I'm yours," he panted.

"Yes, only yours, Jon," she whimpered, her arm slinked to his neck so that she can pull him into a searing kiss. Their consummating position has been rather creative since her belly has grown, but it's a need for them both to satisfy each other. "My White Wolf," she moaned into his mouth, "My Black Dread Reborn."

"My White Dragon," he moved his head down and sucked her neck in a sloppy kiss. The title of the mighty Dragon who once conquered Westeros with his sister-wives that she gave him made him so aroused that his pace began to increase, her walls slowly clenching. He knew she was close, and so is he, "Let go, Dany."

"No," she gasped, playfully denying his pleasure.

"Your Alpha commands it," his voice deeper than ever as he bit her neck lightly, "Let go."

"No," she repeated.

"I said," Jon growled as if the wolf inside him will spring out any moment, he moved his head to search his mouth and plunged his tongue into her mouth, "Let. Go." His fingers pinched and swirled her nub faster and he pulled his length and pounded right back in deeper.

That did it. "Jon!" she screamed into her hand, her walls clenching his length, milking his seed with a powerful spurt. Jon groaned as he released inside her, they both finished their peaks together. Sweat trickled down their skin, it's a good thing they had a window open to release the smell of coupling and heat in their room. "I love you," his mate whispered.

"I love you too, Dany," his mouth searched hers under the pillow before he rolled to his side, catching his breath. He then got up to the bathroom to take a washcloth. He can hear her asking where he went off to, but he chose not to answer and let his action speak. With a clean washcloth in his hand, he walked to her side and cleaned her thighs, "I think I made quite a mess."

She released the urge to laugh, "I appreciate your self-awareness."

Jon chuckled at her playful tease and continued to wipe her thighs clean. When he's sure she's clean, he threw the washcloth across the room and to the bathroom floor, slipped to her side and kissed her neck while his hand snaked to her growing belly, "How are our cubs?"

"Surprisingly quiet during our session," she giggled as she kissed his cheek, "I can't believe they are almost here." Missandei believed that in a moon or more left she'll be giving birth soon, she was the one who suspected that she could be having twins. He can feel them kicking already, and it has been their habit to feel them moving, "Do you think we can still live here when they arrive?"

"For the first few moons, perhaps," he said, "But a few years later, I'm not certain. I do rather like the beach here for them to run."

"Soon enough, you'll be running along the beach with them," she said as she strokes his hair.

He kissed her lips, "We'll be a family, our own little pack."

She hugged him close to her, "I want that with you." Such simple dreams that she was unable to have in her childhood now coming true with the man she loves so much.

By the ninth moon turns, Dany has become more exhausted with her ever-growing belly. As the result, Jon had requested his travels to be shorter so that he has time to make it home when the cubs arrive. Thankfully, Illyrio was alright to comply but would have him work earlier now as the result. Jon had no problem so long he's in time to be there with her when they arrive.

"Now you need not worry about Daenerys, lad. Even if they are coming anytime now, I shall have one of Illyrio's pelican shifters send you a message," Ser Barristan said as Jon finished breaking his fast early morning while Dany was still asleep.

"You think we can trust them?" Jon asked warily.

"The message will just tell you to come back home fast. Not to worry, lad," the Old Knight's eyes twinkled with delight, "I shall see to her safe."

"Thank you, Ser Barristan," he said, "Well, I should get going first. The faster I go, the faster I get back."

"Atta, boy," the Old Knight clapped his back, making the young dragon cough, "Now go run like the wind."

Jon gave him a smirk and left the house, getting up the carriage and off to the warehouse.

Unbeknownst to any of the shifters of the manors, that same pair of eyes who stalked them at the beach watched the White Wolf leaving the manor. He knew that it was time now.

When Jon got has finished early that noon, he was surprised to see that the carriage that he came with was late. Most of the time, Illyrio would always come earlier, enthusiastic to know how much they earn in each town they went to.

Except that today, that never happened.

Grey Worm? The White Wolf called as they all were placing their materials back, Did Illyrio say anything that he might not come today?

The centaur looked around, "No," he said in High Valyrian, "He did not say anything to me. Did he miss it?"

Ghost's heart sank, Ser Barristan said that he'll have a messenger come to him if Dany were to give birth. And logically, the Old Knight would be by her side if that were to happen and Illyrio would be here to tell him to hurry home.

But that never happened. A pang of anxiety began to wallow inside him.

He went to check the warehouse office to see if the fat man is perhaps there. But the sight in front of him made his anxious guesses confirmed, for the door of the office broken down, completely destroyed and left the room wide open. Huge scratch carving marks on the wooden floors and walls made the hair on his neck stand up, and a dead body on the floor. The warehouse's administrator lying on the floor, pools of blood running at his back. No, wait. It's Ser Jorah!

Grey Worm! He called out while he got inside to inspect, just like the door, everything was smashed and destroyed. Who would do this? He turned back to his human form to inspect better.

The sound of clopping and shifting confirmed the arrival of Grey Worm. He heard him gasp, "What happened here?"

"A robbery?" he opened the smashed drawer where Illyrio placed some of his coins here, but they were still there. He took some and placed them in his satchel just in case.

"No," the centaur shifter said with confidence, he turned back to see Grey Worm inspecting the wound of the exiled knight, "These are marks of a behemoth," he lifted Ser Jorah's hand, "He's still alive."

"Behemoth?" Jon had heard of such primitive shifters but never thought that they still exist. The huge savages tend to be able to control that side of the creature, "They are real?"

"And very bad-tempered," he said as he touched the scratches on the floor beside him, "Behemoth shifters, must be the Dothraki. But why did they attack here?"

By the time Greyworm said that clan name, he already knew that whoever did this may be heading to the manor. "No, no," Jon rasped in agony before he instinctively turned into Ghost, NO NO NOOOO! He launched himself into the streets and ran back home as fast his paws can take him, zipping past other carriages in the streets.

Ghost didn't want to believe his gut feeling that the Dothrakis might be back for Dany, but he can't think of anything else on why they would attack Illyrio's warehouse.

When he arrived at the manor, his gut feeling was right. The manor's door is smashed open, dead bodies of his own guard littered everywhere, and there was a whole lot more mess on the floor than just blood. DANY! He shifted back to his human form and entered the manor.

The once organized home is disorganized, it's as if a whirlwind entered the house. Tables and windows were destroyed, walls cracked and scarred by the similar markings back at the warehouse. He saw a dead body at the kitchen table which made his stomach churn. It's a whole mess here, "DANY? SER BARRISTAN?"

He heard a hard cough under the sofas, and his eyes peered through the rubbles to see the familiar old hands of his mentor. "Ser Barristan!" he quickly got to the disarrayed sofa and pushed it away to find Ser Barristan beaten up and his head bleeding. The young dragon immediately kneeled and lifted his head, "Ser Barristan! Are you alright? Hey!" he gently shakes him, careful to not hurt him should he have any broken limbs.

The Old Knight coughed weakly, "Jon?"

"Aye, it's me, old man," he said, "What happened here? Where's Dany?"

The Old Knight coughed again, "Dothrakis….." he rasped, "Illyrio…..Daenerys…."

Jon could tell that he was struggling to say something, he looked like he was going to faint any moment with his skin being so pale, "Enough talking old man, rest up first," The Old Knight nodded in his hands and closed his eyes. Jon looked around, "IS ANYONE STILL ALIVE HERE?"

"Lord Jon?" a squeak came from the kitchen.

Jon placed Ser Barristan's head gently back on the floor and stood up, a servant peeked slowly out from the kitchen. Serra. She looked so frighted, "What happened here?"

"It's them, Lord Jon. The savages of the dunes, the Dothrakis," she cried with a sob, "They suddenly came here just this late morning, they took Lady Daenerys and Missandei with them!"

"What?" Jon's eyes gleamed with terror and anger, the deal with Viserys was off. Why did they want her back? And in her pregnant state? "Why?"

"I do not know," she cried, "Poor Ser Barristan, he was trying to protect the Lady but was knocked to the walls and tables. But thankfully, they thought he was dead."

"Where is Illyrio?" The servant didn't look like she can answer, her head only turned to the direction of the unmoving body he saw. Jon ran towards the body, and sure enough, it is Ser Illyrio. His eyes looked dead open, and his jaws disoriented. Feeling a surge of rage in his fist, he tried to calm down. He took a deep breath, "You have been very kind to us all, Maester. Thank you," and at that, he closed the fat man's eyelids, hoping that he will now be in peace.

"What happened here?" the voice of Grey Worm startled him, for a while, he thought it's a Dothraki, "How could this happen?"

"Dothrakis I imagine," He replied in high Valyrian, "They killed Illyrio and took my wife and Missandei."

"What?" the centaur shifter looked just as horrified as him, "Where did they take them?"

"I'm not sure, but we can't stay here anymore. It's not safe, and Ser Barristan needs attention," he looked at his battered mentor who looks like he was still in pain, and then to the servant, "Is there someplace you know we can stay at the moment?"

Serra looked at him with positive remarks, "Yes. Yes! To my sister…well, not exactly my sister. But she's a very close friend of mine. She may have a place for you all to stay first at the moment."

"Good, pack your things, I don't think you'll stay here any longer for now," she nodded, he then lifted Ser Barristan's back to make him sit up, "Can you stand, old man?"

"Not as good as I used to," he japed with a rasp, Grey Worm came in to help him up his feet, putting his arm around his shoulder. They both lift the old man up, "Thank you."

"Maybe I should carry him, he can ride on my back," Grey Worm suggested.

He nodded, "Right, I'll go look for things that we may need." When his pack member nodded back, Jon immediately strides upstairs.

Just like the condition downstairs, it's just as terrible. Even their room is a whole mess. Jon quickly took their satchel and filled in some of their clothing and coins. He was about to leave when he noticed the sword that Maester Aemon gave him, the last gift of his true father. Without hesitation, he strapped it to his back.

He then went to Ser Barristan's room and took some of his clothing, coins, and whatever documents papers are on his desk, afraid that spies of the Lions would find them. He wanted to burn them, but it wouldn't be wise.

Once he is set, he quickly strides downstairs and out of the manor to find them all ready. Grey Worm is already in his centaur form whilst the servant held his mentor by her back, Ser Barristan's head is wrapped with a clean cloth to cover the wound on his head and his body is draped with a light blanket around him. Jon walked towards them, "Is he alright?"

"His condition is weak," Serra said, "He needs a proper place to sleep."

"Right, can you show us the way to your friend's place?"

She nodded, then pointed at the path going downtown, "Just down that city, my Lord. She lives near the outskirts of the city, but a little further from it. It won't be too far from here."

"Alright," he nodded. Jon decided not to turn yet just in case he needs to explain something to the locals, and a white wolf is not common here. It won't be wise to draw any attention. He decided to walk beside the centaur to the house of the servant's friend.

On the way, there were quick glances by the locals. But otherwise, they paid no mind to them all, much to Jon's, please. His mind ran to Dany, is she alright? He doesn't believe the Dothrakis will kill her. But he doesn't like it when she's so far away from him. It felt so foreign to be alone now, and without her at home nor knowing her current state scares him. Are the cubs alright? Will they even let her live now that his cubs are in her womb? To distract his mind, he turned to Grey Worm, "Is Ser Jorah alive?"

"Yes," he said, "I had my men look after him while we are here. I shall go see him again later."

"I see, thank you," Jon murmured, the centaur nodded, and they continued to walk in silence, only the sound of the clopping of hooves making the noises.

When they arrived, Jon found their new safe house to be a small house. Not too big, nor too small. Not suspicious that's for certain. This should be a safer place to be. Grey Worm lowered himself for the woman and Ser Barristan to get off his back, Jon quickly had Ser Barristan's arm around his shoulder for him to lean on. The centaur shifter quickly helped, and Serra went in immediately, most likely to find her friend.

But when they went in, they were greeted by…prostitutes. They were all wearing bare dresses and greeting the men with delight. Jon's initial reaction was stunned, how could they even stay here? Moreover, why this place of all places? But the interior designs and the format of the house aren't so bad though. "I think we have the wrong building," Jon murmured quietly to Serra.

"No, no," she insisted, "This is it."

"You were not the visitor I expected," a strong deep female voice across the room said, and it was coming from none of the ladies surrounding them.

At the sound of their seeming martyr, the prostitutes made a path in front of them for someone, and a slender woman with long red sleeves and raven hair walked elegantly towards them. Her red eyes gleamed in the soft candles glowing in several places of the house.

Jon's eyes widened at the familiar lady in front of him, "You….." he adjusted the arm around his neck to carry Ser Barristan properly without hurting him.

Kinvara smirked, clearly satisfied to see his shocked face. She clasped her hands together, "How amusing to see you here, my Prince. Welcome to my humble little….oh, what do you Northerns call them…...pack!" she said in a rather pleasing way, proud to know the term, "Welcome to my humble little pack, my prince."

If you ever played the Final Fantasy series, that's what a behemoth would look like.

Kinvara's girls aren't really prostitutes….I think :p will explain further in the next one.

And Serra, in the books, is Ilyrio's second wife. But since she never really appeared in the shows, I put her as a servant instead of wife.

Let me know what you think!

- Claire