Jon

Jon stood at the cliffs of Dragonstone, watching as the largest of the dragons, Drogon, returned after days of absence with Daenerys. His size was greater than Jon would have imagined a dragon to ever grow. He wondered if his dragons would ever grow to that size if they survived the war. Behind Jon, Rhaegal and Viserion were resting next to each other, as if waiting for their mother and brother to return to them. In his time observing the Queen's dragons, Jon noticed that Rhaegal was the calmest of the three and Drogon was the loudest. Viserion seemed to be right in the middle.

Drogon swooped down over Jon and the ground shook as he landed. Jon turned to face him and saw the dragon looking at him with what seemed to be the look predators give when they are about to kill their prey. Drogon began to charge forward at him, the intensity was more than anything Jon experienced. But the dragon stopped right before he reached him. Jon felt as if Drogon was trying to test him. The dragon kept smelling him while his eyes had the look of the intent to kill.

Jon was nervous, but not afraid. He slowly removed one of his gloves and began to stick his hand out to Drogon even slower. The dragon showed its teeth and his growls seemed to cause the ground to shake. Ygris and Lyarras and always been so playful and welcoming to him, but this was different. These were someone else's dragons. As soon as his palm made contact with Drogon's snout, they both seemed to feel calmer. Jon could see the daunting presence this creature gave, but there was also something else about it. It reminded him of Ghost in a way more than it did his dragons.

Drogon pulled away as Daenerys climbed down from his back. He left the two of them and walked over to his sleeping brothers. Jon put his glove back on as Daenerys approached him. "You're really special Jon Snow, he never lets anyone near him except me. To let you touch him is remarkable." She looked over as Drogon had just gotten comfortable with his brothers. "They're incredible aren't they."

"To be honest, it's not the first word that comes to mind. But they are divine beasts."

Daenerys gave him a sharp look. "They're not beasts, to me, they're my children. You yourself call your dragons your daughters."

"To be fair, it was my brothers of the Watch who called them that, and the name seemed to stick." They both began to walk together towards her dragons. "You weren't gone long."

"No."

"And?"

"And I have fewer enemies today than I did yesterday." Jon became discontent when she said that. There were few women he knew that took part in the battle, but Daenerys was handling herself very calmly, almost completely passive of the event entirely. "You're not sure how you feel about that."

"No, I'm not." He had grown out of fighting long ago. Ever since he realized how different the world was in reality compared to stories. War was not glorious or noble, only bloody.

"How many men did your army kill taking Winterfell back from the Boltons?"

"Thousands. I would have just killed one, but that path was refused." If Ramsay hadn't been such a prick, then the North would have more soldiers than children and farmers to fight against the dead.

Daenerys looked a bit surprised at that. "You are noble for trying at least. Some would just charge head first and not care how many died beside them."

Jon sighed. "I don't mean to give offense, but battle is much different when you're in the middle of the chaos."

"We both want to help people. We can only help them from a position of strength. Sometimes strength is terrible." That made Jon remember his time as Lord Commander when he killed Ser Alliser and the others who betrayed him. Jon felt Daenerys's hand on his back and stopped to face her. "When you first came here, Ser Davos said you took a knife in the heart for your people."

Jon really didn't want to talk about it. How do you talk about it? He didn't want to lie either, but he had to say something. "Ser Davos gets carried away," he did his best to smile, but it was a horrible attempt that anyone could see through.

"So it was a figure of speech?" Jon felt cornered. Maybe he should tell her, he has the scars to show it. But he hated to see them just as much as those who looked at them for the first time did.

Before he could say anything, Jon noticed some of the Dothraki and a man following behind approaching them. Jon recognized the Dothraki who was leading them. His name was Qhono if he remembered correctly, one of the Queen's personal guards.

Qhono spoke something in Dothraki and stepped aside, revealing the man who followed them. He was Westerosi and something about him looked familiar.

Daenerys seemed happy to see this man, whoever he was, and replied in a joyous tone.

The man knelt down on one knee and looked up at her. "You grace," was all he said as he stood up. His eyes turned to Jon, looking cautiously.

"Jon Snow this is Ser Jorah Mormont, an old friend," Daenerys informed.

Lord Commander Mormont's son, that's where he recognized him. If he had as big a belly as his father, he'd be the spitting image of him. "I served with father. He was a great man." Jorah seemed to be saddened when he was reminded of his father's passing.

"You look strong. You found a cure?" Daenerys asked Jorah.

"I wouldn't be here if I hadn't," He told her. "I'd return to your service if you'd have me."

"It would be my honor." Daenerys seemed to be happier than Jon had ever seen her during his entire stay on the island. She embraced her friend in a welcoming hug and it was the first kind of affection Jon had actually seen from her. Something was punching him in his gut and he couldn't determine what. Daenerys began to walk with them back to the castle with Ser Jorah Mormont and her Dothraki, but Jon didn't. She seemed to notice and looked back at him. "Are you coming?"

"I'd like to stay outside for a while longer, your grace."

She seemed to be amused by his request. "Haven't finished brooding?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

Jon felt like she could see right through him. He decided to have a change of mind and joined them back to the castle. Ser Jorah walked right next to Jon and tried to start some small talk. "I heard much about you at the Citadel. One man told says you have dragons. Is that true?"

Jon nodded. "Aye. They were hatched at Castle Black and they're protecting my family in Winterfell right now. My brother calls them the Night Dragons."

Jorah looked more cautious than amazed. "I thought direwolves were the only legendary creatures of the North."

"The eggs were given to us by the maester, Aemon Targaryen. He'd been hiding for many years. When he died, we put the eggs on his pyre and then the dragons hatched. I was the first one they saw and they took to me."

Ser Jorah didn't seem impressed, he seemed to act as if he was studying Jon. "And how is it a sworn brother of the Night's Watch was released from his vows? Last I checked, they were for life."

Jon noticed Daenerys twitch her head when he asked that. Even she didn't know. Jon straightened himself to try and give the best answer he could without confessing the whole event. "There was an incident of mutiny at Castle Black. The officers did take kindly to my letting Wildlings through the Wall."

"You're a lucky man," Jorah told him. "You've been granted a second chance to live rather than to serve."

'If only you knew,' Jon thought.

As the day went on, Jon took to studying what he could of the books Maester Aemon had left behind before he had to go back into the dragonglass caves. Daenerys had given him permission to use the Dragonstone library and to his luck, Jon found several books that greatly helped his studies. He still carried the books left by Maester Aemon, but he still only understood bits and pieces. Hopefully what he read here would provide some form of clarity.

The only current problem was that the library itself was located in a deeper part of the castle and it was cold and dreary to be in. Wanting to take advantage of the good weather that was happening for once, Jon sought out a location outside. He hoped to find a balcony somewhere but got lost once or twice taking a wrong turn. He found himself in a part of the castle inhabited by Dothraki or any of the residential servants.

He finally came to a door and was gladdened to find that it led to the outside of the castle. It wasn't a balcony though. Instead, he found himself in what he had to assume was a godswood. It felt much like the one in Winterfell since everything was not as a garden like most lords in the south would do with their own godswoods. There were trees growing all around as well as wild roses and a small pond. Thorny hedges surrounded the entire area and cranberry bushes were scattered around.

What stood out the most of the area however was a looming dark statue as tall as a giant of a dragon. The creature looked neither ferocious nor tame, only mysterious as the real ones lived up to. Around it the grass was growing lengthy. In fact, all of the plants were unattended and it all looked rather messy. Regardless, it was the closest thing that made Jon think of home and he managed to find a spot under a dark oak tree that was clear enough to sit and read.

He scanned through the pages of a Valyrian text about the early appearance of dragons in recorded history. As far as the book said, dragons were first known to be tamed by the Valyrians who brought them from the lands near Asshai and beyond.

When he turned the next page, a piece of paper that was not part of the book slipped into Jon's lap. Jon set the book aside as he picked up the paper and looked it over. It was a letter, or it looked like one, but it was not addressed to anyone or signed by who it was from. There was only a date at the top: 'Spring of 281 A.C.'. Maybe it was a journal entry and whoever's it was used it as a bookmark perhaps. Jon wasn't sure but he didn't linger on it when he read what was written.

'I've heard it whispered behind my back years before, but only now do I linger on the meaning and truth of the words. Whenever a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin to see if it lands on madness or greatness. I feel the one flipped for me landed upright in the middle. I know I am going to fix the chaos that has been done to Westeros, yet my dreams and visions haunt me so much that I feel I can do nothing but think and study on them. I fear if I tell anyone, they'll think me like my father, mad. But because I stay myself from telling, I feel trapped by myself. I do not feel it, I know it… I am alone in the world. The burden it bears on me is a terrible thing.'

Jon turned the page over but found no other writing. He grew curious as to who wrote the contents. It was obviously a member of House Targaryen and one of the more recent ones. He thought back to the date. 281 A.C. was the year of the false spring. Aerys ruled then with his wife Queen Rhaella and only Prince Rhaegar and Prince Viserys were born at the time. The letter spoke of a mad father which had to mean Aerys the Mad King and Viserys Targaryen was only a toddler at the time this was written. That meant that this was written by Prince Rhaegar, the man who kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark.

With that realized, Jon began to ponder about what Rhaegar wrote. Perhaps this was the prince's own acknowledgment of descending into the madness that led to him kidnapping his aunt. But what were the visions and dreams he spoke of?

"I didn't expect to find you in the garden studying books," Daenerys said as she approached Jon unexpectedly. "I thought you to be in the training yard with your men and my Dothraki.

Jon hadn't even noticed any indication of her presence until she surprised him. He set the page of Rhaegar's writing on one of his books as he stood up. "I probably would be, but I have nothing and no one to train with. Your men don't seem keen on allowing me to arm myself even with a practice sword," he quipped which earned a smile from Daenerys. It was the first time she smiled at him. It sent a flutter through Jon's stomach and made him feel at ease.

"I shall arrange for you and your men to granted permission," Daenerys told him, "some of my men are eager to see you in a fight. They were displeased with the experiences they had at Golden Road. They say the men in their iron dresses run as bad as they fight."

"I'll be sure to give them a challenge," Jon told her with a fake smile. It was clear that she wasn't trying to make a joke out of the battle, but he could see that she still did not understand the emotion of being in one. "I didn't expect anyone to find me here. And I didn't know this was a garden," he said, changing the subject.

Daenerys smiled warmly at him and pointed up to the castle. "This is Aegon's Garden. Or rather, what is left of it. I saw you from the balcony of my room and was curious. I hadn't seen anyone set foot here since my arrival."

"I thought this was a godswood. Although now that I look, I don't see a heart tree anywhere."

Daenerys walked closer to him, almost an arm's length away. "I did some study of my own. Seeing the carvings in the dragonglass caves made me curious about the island itself."

They both started to aimlessly walk together through the grass and past the wild roses. "What did you find?"

Daenerys sighed. "Not much, unfortunately. Whatever histories were written before my ancestors settled here is gone. The only thing was a map of the island before the castle was built. It showed the Dragonglass caves where you found them, but there was hardly anything else. No mention of the carvings inside."

Jon looked at the garden, thinking of how the land was before the castle was built when it was the home to the Children who made the carvings. "If I had to guess, I would say that there might have once been an entire forest of weirwoods when the Children lived here."

Daenerys's interest was peaked. "And why do you assume such?"

"Before the first men came, weirwoods were more common than pine and oak. But now they are only found in the gardens and godswoods of castles save for the Godseye island. If this place was like that, then there might have once been a forest here."

"I've only seen a weirwood once in my younger days traveling Essos. It scared me to look at that haunting face, but thinking back on it I can see the mysterious beauty that they have. A forest of them would be a beautiful thing to see." She looked back to his pile of books by the tree he was sitting under before she arrived. "What about you? Have your readings proved fruitful?"

Jon couldn't help but smile from the embarrassment of his answer. "If I understand what I was reading, then maybe. But I'm not well versed High Valyrian."

Daenerys raised a brow at him. "I can help you with that. Please show me." They returned to his books and together they sat down under the shade of the tree.

It took a moment for it to process in his head, but Jon finally realized how close Queen Daenerys was to him. He started to feel himself grow nervous but didn't understand why. They were just talking and he didn't feel anything before. He grabbed one of Maester Aemon's books and opened it to the page he had the most success on. "The notes on the sides and translations are what have been helping me the most. They were written by your Great…" He had to pause and think how many greats Maester Aemon was, "great uncle, Maester Aemon. But the author's words… I've only memorized a few phrases and words but that's the extent of it."

Daenerys leaned in and looked at the writings. "I can read it perfectly. Why don't you try first?"

Jon cleared his throat and read aloud. "Se perzi...perzzyssy zeldri...soti sea gowmagon khozi-khoziaysvo…" He stopped speaking when Daenerys began to laugh at him. He could feel himself go red with embarrassment. "Is it really that bad?"

She settled down but kept smiling at his attempt. This was the first time he saw her smile out of sheer joy. She looked very beautiful when she did. Jon was started to feel flutters in his stomach seeing her like this. What was this Queen doing to him?

Daenerys placed a hand over his that held the side of the book and read. "Se perzyssy zaldrīzoti sia gaomagon khozyaystvo isse se ēlī jēdri īlis kipagozi. Hēnkirī, tegon se ñuqir kustittan se tegor se teptan rōvēgrie havor isse se ūndegīon vys." She did it without error and so fluently. Jon felt more defeated than he ever did in a duel with Robb. "It says: The fires of dragons were used agriculturally during the first years they were ridden. Combined with earth, the ashes strengthened the lands and produced the greatest crops in the known world."

Based on the look of amazement on her face, Daenerys was just a learned as jon was about dragons in some parts. "I never thought them to be creatures used to bring life as well as destruction."

"Neither did I until now," she said. "If you wouldn't mind it, I can see to it that you receive a translated copy of this. I would love to know what else is said in your other books too."

Jon gave her a cheered expression and nodded, but it changed when he felt the desire to inquire of something he'd been wanting to ask. "Why do want you to be Queen?"

She looked at him squarely and sat up. "Why do want to be King in the North?"

Jon closed the book and let her have it. "I didn't ask to be King in the North, the other lords chose me. I would have refused if I could, but at the time it seemed the best option for the North."

"You would have refused the crown of the North?"

Jon nodded. "These days, crowns create more problems than they solve. My brother was crowned and he lost his army and his family. Renly Baratheon was killed by his own brother. Stannis burned his own daughter alive instead of accepting defeat. Joffrey got what he deserved, but Tommen… I had no love for the false Baratheons but his death and Margery Tyrell's… it was a sad way to die."

Daenerys unexpectedly took Jon's hand into hers and held it lightly. She looked straight at him and her gaze trapped Jon's. This was the first time he really got to look at those Valyrian eyes looking at his. "I want to be Queen so I can change the world. So I can break the wheel of power that rolls over the people without it. Because I do not believe I came into possession of three dragons merely by chance. I will be faithful to those who serve as long as they are to me. I will not bring you tyranny as my father did. I promise you."

Jon hoped he made it clear that he would bend the knee if he could, but his people would reject his decision if he did. It would only be him kneeling. He did not want to disappoint her with an answer, but he couldn't accept. He merely slipped his hand out of her grasp and walked back to his books. "I found this while I was reading." He picked up the paper he found and handed it to Daenerys. "I think it was written by your brother, Prince Rhaegar."

"What?" She took the paper and read over what is said but only looked confused. "This was written by my brother? I've never seen or touched anything of his before in my life. I don't understand half of what he says in this." Daenerys looked slightly saddened at Jon. "I knew people who knew Rhaegar. The way they spoke of him was the complete opposite of my father. But this… I never imagined him to feel…"

"Alone?" Jon guessed.

Daenerys nodded.

"Aye," Jon told her, "he was right though. It is a terrible thing."

Daenerys looked at him with somber eyes before she looked away, almost as if it was difficult to look at him. "I would like to keep this."

"Of course. I wouldn't think to keep it from you."

She folded it and slid it into the pocket of her gown. "There's something I would like to discuss with you tonight if you are able."

"I need to go to oversee work in the mines soon. But in the evening, I'm not going anywhere." Jon stood up and offered his hand to her. She kindly took it and they had one last glance at each other before Daenerys walked away without another word. This was the first time Jon thought he saw fear in her. But fear of what was the question.

He didn't want things to end like that, in fact, he was starting to feel in his heart that he could trust her without any doubt. But he was just one Northerner against thousands who didn't feel as he did or rather wouldn't.

Jon gathered his books he borrowed and made sure to return them to the library while making sure he remembered where he went so he wouldn't get lost again. Afterward he made his way down to the beach and then the caves of the dragonglass mine.

When he reached the caves, one of the Dothraki assisting in the mining was waiting for him at the entrance. His name was Abroko and he was one of the few Dothraki that could speak the common tongue. "Snow," he said, "we have just finished our own dagger made of the glass." He handed it to Jon who marveled at the workmanship. The blade was shaped like a dragon's tooth and was larger than any of the daggers they found at the Fist of the First Men. This was the first one he had seen with a proper handle made of elk antler and the grip felt very natural to hold.

"Got bored of mining it then?" Jon quipped as he adjusted his hold over the weapon in various ways.

Abroko laughed and handed a fur scabbard over to Jon to sheath the blade. "We wanted to see how big we could make a blade. The failures we had were used for arrowheads." Abroko grabbed a small pouch from his side and opened it, revealing more than a dozen dragonglass arrowheads. He closed the pouch and handed it to Jon. "Both for you."

Jon looked at him, surprised that he would be so generous. But given that he already had a weapon to use against the dead, he felt he was already prepared. Such work should be kept by the maker. "Abroko I couldn't-"

"It's not a gift." Abroko interrupted while smirking.

This had made Jon curious. "Why would you give them to me then?"

"I lost a bet, I have to pay up." He smirked as he began to walk back into the caves.

Jon didn't recall ever making a wager of sorts with Abroko. "What was the bet?" he shouted.

Abroko laughed when he told him. "Whether or not you'd still be alive by now! Unfortunately for me, you are!" Jon felt betrayed at that. He had spent enough time with Abroko to at least consider him a friend, but friends must come differently to the Dothraki.

A few hours had gone by and the work in the coves was going very well. Though Jon didn't know how to mine properly, he could still do some of the heavy liftings. However, his work was interrupted by Qhono as he entered the caves, holding Longclaw in its scabbard. He waited for Jon to approach him as well as Abroko so he could translate. He spoke his words and looked at Abroko who was smiling, signaling him to tell Jon. "He said that he heard that you are the greatest fighter in your entire country. He wants to know if you can prove it."

Jon chuckled at that. First Ramsay, now Qhono. He wondered who it was who spread tales of this. He didn't want to boast that he was but then again he had fought creatures of terror and slain a White Walker. "I never claimed to be the greatest."

Abroko translated for Qhono and he gave his response. "Not all men have to claim to be what they are."

Jon wasn't one to show off, but he hadn't had a proper sparring in a while and he hasn't held his sword ever since he handed it over to the Dothraki. He smiled at Qhono and held out his hand towards Longclaw. Qhono smiled back and handed Longclaw over to him. He motioned for Jon to follow him outside, and he followed along with all the other miners. They could use a break after all.

On the beach, Qhono drew his arakh and Jon strapped Longclaw to his hips. It felt right to have a sword at his side once again. He drew the blade and heard the metal sing as it left the scabbard. The Dothraki and Northmen around them sat on nearby rocks and from what Jon could guess, they were taking bets on who would win. He hoped that his men had enough faith in their King.

Jon stretched his arms before Abroko stood in between them. He pulled out a coin of silver Jon didn't recognize and looked at both of them. "When the coin hits the ground, you will begin." He repeated what he said to Qhono in Dothraki and flipped the coin in the air.

Abroko raced to the other Dothraki as the coin fell to the sand. As soon as it made contact, Qhono had dashed forward at Jon, swinging his arakh from below. Jon was able to parry, but that's all he seemed to be able to do as Qhono's strikes were very fast and agile. Jon saw an opening to dodge behind Qhono, but when he tried to take it, Qhono's elbow met Jon's temple. That was all it took to convince Jon that this wasn't to the death, but blood was going to be shed.

Jon went on the offensive and swung at Qhono's center, hoping that he would lose his balance, but Qhono was skilled enough to not let that happen. As the fight continued, the cheers from the side seemed to get louder and louder. For Jon, people usually remained quiet as he sparred, but this was much more exciting. Jon parried another strike before Qhono used the momentum to spin and add power to his upcoming attack. Jon wouldn't be able to block this strike, so instead, he met the blade with Longclaw and stuck it as hard as he could. The arakh's blade was cut cleanly apart where the swords met. As the top half of the blade fell to the sand, Qhono held up what remained and marveled at the cut. The men watching fell silent and awestruck at what they just saw. Abroko finally broke the silence "I've never seen a weapon that could cut through Dothraki steel. What kind of sword is that?"

Jon stood up, sweating from the duel. "It's Valyrian steel, rarest of weapons and the strongest."

Abroko nodded translated to those around him as Qhono approached Jon.

"Good fight," was all he said, surprising to Jon, as he unsheathed a dagger at his boot and brought it behind his head. Jon learned that the Dothraki braid their hair for the victories they achieve and cut it when they lose.

Jon grabbed Qhono's arm holding the dagger and stopped him. The Dothraki fell silent as they watched him. "It wasn't a real fight, just a duel." He heard Abroko translate for him as he and Qhono lowered his dagger, but he seemed to look ashamed. "Don't look at this as a loss, look at it as learning something new. We Northmen fight better than we run." Abroko translated again and Qhono seemed to have his spirits lifted. He held his free hand out to Jon and he gladly accepted a clasp.

When they let go, Jon sheathed Longclaw and undid the scabbard from his waist. When he offered it back to Qhono to keep it under hold for him, Qhono pushed it back to Jon. This was shocking to him as Qhono seemed to say something loud enough for all the Dothraki he watched to hear. Some of them chuckled and tried to suppress their laughter.

"What did he say?" Jon asked.

"He said he trusts you to keep your sword with you," Abroko said.

Jon felt like he missed a joke that was right in front of him. "What's so funny about that?"

"Nothing," Abroko said. "It's what he said after that."

"What did he say?"

Abroko only laughed at him. "I'll tell you when there's no more mining to be done." Abroko jumped to his feet and went back to the caves with the other Dothraki who were exchanging what seemed to be valuables between themselves and the Northmen.

Jon strapped Longclaw back to his hip and saw Missandei and three of the Dothraki, walking towards him. They must have heard what Qhono said since they all smirked when they saw him.

"Your grace," Missandei said, "Queen Daenerys inquires if you can speak with her now. She seemed rather distressed at something."

Whatever was bothering Daenerys in Aegon's Garden must not have left her alone. "Of course."

"We'll escort you to her." Missandei waited for him to catch up to them before they all began the long walk to the castle. When they got to the steps, Jon couldn't help but feel that it was rather quiet on the island right now. Usually, the dragons would be roaring as they flew over the land and sea. He glanced over his shoulder and did not see them resting or flying. They were probably on a hunt near a fishing reef somewhere.

The torches of the castle were now being lit. The windows begin to flicker with light all throughout the castle except for one area which seemed peculiar. After nearly an hour from departing the caves, they had all made it back to the castle.

Inside, Jon and his escort were in the hallway leading to Daenerys's room. To all of their surprise, none of the torches were lit and the hallway was nothing but a shadow. They all stopped, the fear and confusion of why kept them from advancing.

"Stay here," Jon said. He rested his hand on Longclaw's hilt as he slowly began to walk in the hallway, letting the darkness engulf him. By the time he couldn't see in front of him, he tripped over something on the ground. One of the Dothraki retrieved a torch nearby and rushed into the hall after him. When the light appeared, Missandei gasped at what Jon was lying on. Three Dothraki warriors and two Unsullied were dead with their throats slit. Jon was sitting in the trail of blood one was leaving. The Dothraki with the torch shouted something in their language and Qhono ran up next to him with Missandei while the other ran back the way they came screaming something.

Jon looked at the bodies and he immediately thought of who they were probably protecting. "Daenerys!" He stood up immediately and began to run through the hall while the Dothraki and Missandei followed closely. When they reached her door, Jon shoved it open and found her room empty. A chair at her table was turned over and a glass container shattered. Her mattress was torn open and the book he gave were had pages ripped out and sprawled on the floor. On her bed was a letter. It was sealed with the sigil of a Kraken. The Greyjoys.

Jon took the letter and opened it. Missandei stood next to him as he read. "To those loyal to the Dragon Queen, I have taken her to the Salt Throne, she is mine. She will die as I strap her to a boulder and push her into the sea. She will die as I take my ax and bring it down to her head. She will die after I let all my men have their way with her and then I'll show them how to properly fuck a queen. She will die unless the King in the North is brought before me. She will die unless the North is surrendered to Queen Cersei. She will die unless the heads of all who carry the name Stark are resting on spikes. She will die unless Little Theon can sprout a new cock between his legs. You have until the next full moon."

Jon held the letter tightly as the bells of Dragonstone began to ring. He looked over to Missandei who looked mortified at the contents of the letter. "Euron took her." He tossed the letter aside and rushed out the door with her. "They couldn't have gotten far! If they have a ship, it would only be departing now. We still have a chance to stop them!" Jon began to run as lost track of if Missandei was behind him or not. Jon made it to a balcony that overlooked the parts of the island that wasn't frequently visited. He looked out to the ocean, checking for any sign of movement. He couldn't see anything as far as the horizon.

Missandei finally caught up with him and was followed by six Dothraki. One of them spoke to her and she gave him dreaded news. "Twelve Dothraki were found dead at one of the beaches over an hour ago. There was no sign of any ships as far as they could see."

Jon turned to all of them, worried and panicking. "They have Daenerys."