Daenerys

The days in the Pyke cells seemed uncountable without the light of the outside entering anywhere to tell the time. The only hint was when everything went from cold to freezing,indicating when the warmth of the sun would set. The meals Yara and Daenerys were given were nothing more than stale bread and hard water. The only thing that seemed to improve for the two of them was the chance to beat the cold since they were together now. They didn't talk much except when Yara felt utterly board. Sometimes the other captives in the cells would talk with each other, but those conversations were nothing but gloomy distraught. But even then, the jailors and guards would shut them up.

Yara was sitting back against walls with Daenerys beside her. They had been talking about everything that happened from hearing of the destruction of the fleet and Dornish forces up to Daenerys's capture. "Why haven't you told Snow about the letter?" Yara asked.

"I was going to," Daenerys told her. "If I wasn't captured I would have told him that night. I felt he deserved to know that my uncle knew all along. That he wasn't alone like Rhaegar or me. But when I was waiting, there was a part of me that didn't want to."

"Didn't?" Yara pressed.

"If I told him that I knew what I did for so long, what would that do? Would it drive a wedge between us or something else."

"He's a fuckin Starkborn, all they care about is honor. It definitely would have put a wedge. You shouldn't fret over it. You're a queen who deserve better than a Stark bastard."

"He's a King chosen by his people despite being what he is. I need allies after losing too many."

Yara raised her brows. "Allies? The way you talk of him it sounds like you want him to be more than just an ally. Is he good on the eyes at least?"

Daenerys thought about it. He had that gruffness that all of his men shared but he looked a bit more elegant. "He is handsome, yes. But unlike the other men I've had, he doesn't present himself as high as the clouds. When we first met, I made sure he understood all I have suffered and that I pulled through it all to be who I am destined to be. But in all the time I've been with him on Dragonstone, he's never once did the same to strengthen his opinion or anything about himself."

She remembered that look he gave her after she emptied her trials to him. He didn't care about quest for the throne, only his own goals.

"Sounds humble. I find that kind a bit boring."

"The only one who seemed to try and show me who Jon is was his Hand, Ser Davos."

"Ser Davos? Of House Seaworth?" Yara inquired.

"You know him?"

"Aye. One of my brothers was hired by him during Robert's Rebellion to help smuggle food into Storm's End. Was told he was a damn good sailor and better smuggler. Only man who could sail a farm into a castle, Rodrick said."

Daenerys was grateful that Ser Davos was in Jon's company. He seemed to be the only one who aside from Tyrion trying to find common ground. "He speaks highly of his king. I don't doubt the respect and loyalty he has, only the tales. He told me about Jon's dealing with the dead beyond the Wall and how he took a knife in the heart for his people."

Yara sat up. "Literally or metaphorically?"

Now that Daenerys thought about it, when she asked Jon about that, he brushed it aside and never gave her a straight answer. "It had to have been a figure of speech. There was talk of a mutiny and I could understand the connection that way. Jon Snow loved leading his men and they betrayed him, breaking his heart." She experienced the same when many loyal to her betrayed her. Jorah, Mossador, Doreah. "No one takes an actual knife to the heart and lives to tell about it."

"Except he never tells about it, seems like." Yara let herself slouch down more, getting in better position to comfort her pregnant body. "How much do you actually know about him? He used to serve at the Wall, what else besides being an oathbreaker?"

Despite the fact that Jon was an Oathbreaker, she couldn't actually seem to call him one. It just didn't fit. "He's told me a lot about himself and his home in Winterfell and about the Army of the Dead beyond the Wall."

"What else has he ever told you about his time at the Wall?"

Daenerys realized that besides Jon telling her that he's fought the dead, see never asked him about what he did at the Wall. He always inquired about her from time to time whenever they dined together, but never once did she ask him about being in the Night's Watch. "Nothing beyond what I've told you."

Yara silently guffawed. "You say he broods a lot and the only people I know of that brood are people who've done things they regret. The Jon Snow you know is the King of the North. Maybe you should learn about the Jon Snow who was a man of the Night's Watch."

Daenerys shrugged. "I can't imagine how many stories he would have to tell about his adventures beyond the Wall."

"None, probably."

Daenerys looked at Yara confused. She heard about the Great Ranging beyond the Wall that was led be Jorah's father. Varys told her that Jon had been a part of it. Three hundred men gone to fight one hundred thousand Wildlings, that sounded close to adventure as it could be. "What do you mean?"

"There is never any adventure north of the Wall, only survival." Yara sat up looking distressed. "On my thirteenth name day, my father gave me my first ship to captain as I pleased."

"You were a captain at thirteen?"

"I would've been a captain sooner, but my father had a rebellion." Daenerys seemed lost for words as to not add insult to injury it seemed. "I wanted to sail the world as any Ironborn does, and I thought I'd start with the lands beyond the Wall. I heard that some Wildings traded with people south of the Wall very frequently. So I pillage goods from Westeros and brought them north."

"What would they have to trade?"

"When you're north of the wall, good steel and food mean more that gold every possibly could. And they had plenty of it. It wasn't mined of course, but there was always raw gems, trinkets, odds and ends found nowhere else, those kinds of things. I started a trade line near Eastwatch. I gave the Wildlings better food and weapons in exchange for things of interest they carried and the stories they had."

"And they never attacked you?"

"They couldn't. My first ship was small, but compared to a log raft, it was practically a fortress on the sea. As time went on, some brothers of the Watch came with us for help because they received word that a group of missing rangers was found and the Wildlings who found them were willing to sell them back to the Wall. When I went for the trade I charged them what they knew of the rangers. They told me that they've been beyond the Wall for three years. They were in a party of twelve when they left. Only five remained but only three were still alive."

"What happened?"

"They were headed to the Frostfangs, but encountered a clan of Thenns. The leading ranger was eaten alive by the Thenns and two others were killed and roasted over a fire. The others were forced to breathe the smoke of their brothers as they watched."

Daenerys was horrified. Those were the kind of people Jon let through the Wall? "And the rest?"

"They escaped, but the only route they take was further north where no one dared to go. Three more died when they finally made it to somewhere safer, but they were all starving. When the next one died, they couldn't contain their hunger any longer."

"That's enough, I understand now."

Yara looked directly at her. "No, you don't. The world is a lot different North of the Wall. I've never returned after that because the stories of what else possibly lurked in those lands scared me too much to find out."

Daenerys couldn't imagine what else could. But then again, the only reason Jon met her was so he could tell them what was coming for them all. If the horrors like cannibalism were no more, then were there only nightmares that remained beyond the Wall?

Just then, the sounds of footsteps approaching were made and two Ironborn appeared in the light of the torches. They approached their cage and opened it. "Dragon Queen," one spoke "Euron wants you."

Daenerys, not wanting any threats made to include Yara, stood up and walked with them without question. They gave her nothing to cover herself as they climbed out of the dungeons. When they got outside, she started to feel slightly warmer than she did in her cell. The warmth of the sun seemed to soak into the towers of Pyke.

As they entered into the Great Keep, Euron was sitting by his hearth as he was when Daenerys first saw him. When she entered, he looked stunned. "Leave us now," he told his men. They left her alone with him as he stood up and looked at her body. "I won't lie to you, I've never been this hard when I've seen a woman." He circled around her, trying to get a look into every nook and cranny he could. "Such beautiful hair soiled with filth. Did you know that some of the Lynese have silver hair? It doesn't compare though. It lacks the shine yours has." He sat back down in his chair and gestured her to sit in one across from him. Daenerys sat down and crossed her legs, covering what she could.

Euron began to smile at her. He grabbed a wine pitcher and poured two glasses. He walked over to her took a quick sip from both as if showing they were each safe before offering one. "We're going to have company soon. But it will be a while before then, so I wanted to pass the time with some fun. Have you ever played any drinking games before?"

"My hand has on occasion, but I stayed myself from joining."

He pulled out a knife from his belt and looked at his reflection in the blade. "I know of it. The Imp might be surprised how popular it's gotten in taverns and brothels. Even Ironborn play it just to drink more. Do you know the rules?

They take turns stating facts. Someone guesses right, the other drinks, if wrong then they have to drink. "I do." She replied, her voice void of any interest.

"Wonderful. Except, this one's going to be a bit different. See, if can't lie good enough for me to tell, then I get closer."

"Closer to what?" She asked.

"Having a taste of the dragon." He licked his lips and then fluttered his tongue at her.

Daenerys tried not to shudder. "And if I win?"

"I'll let you go back to my wife. It's as simple as that, anyone could do it." He stood up and twiddled the knife in between his fingers. "I'll go first. You've survived the Red Waste."

Daenerys guessed he was going to toy with her until he would ask her things that could lead to her defeat. Until then, she would have to play along. She took a drink, but it was half of a sip. It was her turn now. "She heard very little of Euron until her time at Pyke. Aside from his boasting and what Yara's said about him, she didn't know anything else. "You murdered you brother."

Euron took a drink. "Everybody knows that. Try something you don't know… You've never killed someone with your own hands before. You've always let others do it for you."

She killed the Khals in the Dosh Khaleen. "Drink."

He grinned as he drank his wine ."Ah, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

He began to click his tongue at her as he walked up to her. "The first lie."

"It wasn't a lie."

"And another. You might have been glad when you took the life, but I can see right through you. You don't enjoy killing." He used the knife to cut off a lock of her hair. He brought it to his nose and smelled it deeply, his eyes rolled back as he did. "Your move."

Daenerys stirred the contents of her drink as she tried to think of something. He boasted of sailing the world both known and unknown. "You've been to Valyria."

Euron took a drink. "Lost two of my crew to stonemen." He walked over to the pitcher and refilled his goblet. "You believe in the rumors of dead men beyond the Wall."

She didn't answer immediately because she wasn't sure. They did exist thousands of years ago, but she still couldn't believe that they were returning, but Jon believed it with all his heart. "Yes."

Euron walked right up to her and knelt down so he was eye level with her. "Do you want to see them?"

"No."

Euron's free hand began slithering against the skin of her leg and kept going up. "Yes, you do. You believe in them, you wish you were wrong, but the only way to know for sure is to see one of them. You want to as much as I do." His hand reached the top of her thigh. Before his fingers went between her legs, she grabbed his hand and stopped him. He snickered at her and backed away.

"Yes." Daenerys answered.

"Much better." He held the knife up to his face and waited for Daenerys to look into the blade's mirror. He took a drink despite not losing a round. "You're turn." He offered.

Daenerys thought again what to guess. "You've been to Yi Ti-"

"Too easy. Try again."

Geography was no longer a category, it appeared. Euron was clearly isnae, not afraid nor hesitant to kill. "You've murdered your own children."

He actually looked impressed at her. "I never leave the mothers alive to scream about it." He said proudly as he took a drink. He set his goblet down and started to fiddle with his knife, twiddling the blade in between his fingers back and forth. "You're in love with someone right now."

Daenerys shook her head. She hadn't been in love with anyone after her dragons were born. "No."

"So easy, yet you still lied." Euron smirked.

"No, I didn't."

"Then why did you keep calling out a wolf's name in your sleep on my ship?" This shocked Daenerys. Did she really? She wasn't in love with him though, she only felt close to him, but she did tell Yara she hoped it would be more. "I'll give you this only chance to save yourself from your lie. Do you know who it is?"

"Yes." She answered immediately. If Euron came onto her again, he wouldn't take no for an answer this time.

"Does he love you?"

She didn't know. He probably only saw her as an ally. Surely there was someone in the North who had his heart. He was too honorable and too attached to his duties to be falling in love with a southern queen. "No."

Euron laughed at her quietly as he walked up to her. "I must confess, that one was a trick question. The answer could've been yes or no. But either way, we're going to find out very shortly." The knife flashed as he swung it down and pierced it into her right thigh.

Daenerys screamed as she buckled and fell to the floor. This was the first time she'd ever been stabbed, it was agonizing. She clasped her leg as Euron knelt down to her.

"That voice is too amazing. Fucking you must be a divine experience."

She let out another scream as Euron pulled the knife out and licked the blood off the blade. She clasped the wound as the blood began to spill out. Her leg began to throb as the sting started to spread throughout her entire leg. She never felt pain like this before.

Immediately after, the doors to the Great Keep opened and many Ironborn began to enter. Daenerys forgot the pain for an instant when she saw them escorting Theon Greyjoy, blood covering his face and clothes. She thought he was captured, but then she saw two men next to him dressed as Ironborn. Jon and Jorah both looked at her. Jorah did his best to not look concerned for her, but she could see in his eyes he was aching. Jon on the other hand looked mortified, but kept his composure.

Now she understood why Euron toyed with her. He knew that they were coming. Too many thoughts were racing inside her head and the pain in her leg pulsed. Everything started to become a daze as the only thing her mind could focus on was her leg. But bits and pieces of what transpired got through. Euron began to talk with them before his men began to kill many of Jon and Jorah's crew.

Euron seemed to say something as it all came to a standstill. The next thing she saw was a large blade wave in front of her face. She saw Jon say something to Euron before she felt something hit the ground hard behind her head. Jon and Jorah looked terrified at her as she could finally understand what was being said. "If this is how you react a queen getting her hair trimmed, I can't wait to see you when I actually hurt her." She felt his boot push down on her neck and she couldn't breathe. She heard Euron order them to drop their weapons. 'Just run Jon! You can get out of here if you just run!' Her eyes met his and she could see him looking at her like no one ever has before. 'Fucking run you idiot!'

They dropped their weapons and Euron's lifted his boot off of her neck. The next thing she knew, men began to beat Jon and Jorah. Theon was on the ground, screaming and fiddling with his arm as he was kicked and punch. The men who joined them were killed as they were all being dragged in the direction of the dungeon.

Some women surrounded Daenerys and began to tend to the stab wound in her leg. It hurt so much still, and the bandaging was just torn cloth. When they finished, some men lazily carried her to the back to the dungeons. The darkness surrounded her as she was approaching her cell. They placed her inside and locked the cage.

Daenerys could already hear Yara yelling at Theon and much anger was present in her voice.

"You fucking cunt! I should've left you when you came back to me! I hope you're killed first so I can at least enjoy one thing about you!" She constantly hit him and he didn't fight back. Jon and Jorah were in the cell as well. All three of them were stripped as she and Yara were. As Theon let Yara attack him, Jon and Jorah knelt down beside her, bruised all over from the beatings.

"Khaleesi," Jorah said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault for not protecting you when they came."

"Shut up" she hissed through her teeth. The pain still ached greatly and her body remained tense. "I don't care where you were then, I care about that you all came here. Why in any hell would you come here?"

"We weren't going to leave you," Jon said, "We weren't going to let you die."

"And you thought you could do that with a handful of men on an island surrounded by hundreds of ships?"

"We didn't have much time to plan. If we were a few days later, he would have killed you." Jon furrowed his brows while checking her wound. "We had a plan to kill him, but he saw right through us."

Anyone could have. They may have been dressed like Ironborn but they didn't carry themselves like Ironborn. Daenerys sat up and examined her wound. She felt so weak and her leg was going numb. "Why did you come?"

"I just told you-"

"I understand why Jorah and Theon came," her tone was both angry and desperate, "but why did you come? You're the King in the North. You're the one who's supposed to lead his people against the dead. Why are you here?" She had to hear him say why.

He didn't say anything for a while, as if he was battling in his mind whether or not to answer. "Because," he started, "I won't let any more of my family die in these wars."

It wasn't what she was hoping to hear, but she didn't expect it all the same. "Are you calling me you're your family?"

"I've thought for a long time that my mother was a descendant of a Valyrian somewhere, until I was told who she was."

Daenerys gave him his full attention. Did he finally know?

Jon took a deep breath before answering. "I am the blood of House Stark but not from my father. My mother was a Stark."

Daenerys was puzzled. "I don't understand. There were no women of Stark blood except for… Lyanna." No, it wasn't possible was it? If she was Jon's mother then… oh gods, his father was...

Jon seemed to read her thoughts when he continued. "Ned Stark is not my real father, he's my uncle. He lied to keep me safe after Robert killed my father at the Trident in his rebellion."

He looked at Daenerys like he did before when Euron's boot was on her neck as she finally realized who he meant. "You're Rhaegar's son?" Those words seemed to freeze everyone who heard them except for her and Jon.

She seemed to recall the face of Rhaegar she saw in a dream. Jon was the spitting image of him. She couldn't believe it for a moment. It could not make sense while at the same time it made perfect sense. She reached her hand up and cupped his face as if checking to see if he was real. "You are my brother's son." Her words contained not a shred of doubt in them. "Aemon was right."

Jon had a puzzled look on his face. "What are you talking about?"

As if to be reminded, Daenerys felt the cold of the cells hit her all at once like a wave of the ocean. She shivered greatly and began to curl up.

"Move it you twats," Yara said as she pushed them aside. She helped Daenerys sit up and held her close, keeping them both warm. "You, old man, what's your name?"

Jorah looked like he was insulted. He wasn't that old. "Ser Jorah Mormont."

"You're a bear of the North? With that much hair on your body you truly are. Put it to use and help keep a pregnant woman warm."

Jorah inched back from her a little. "I beg your pardon?"

"Grab me from behind and use that fur on your chest to keep me warm you idiot!"

"Please Jorah," Daenerys said. Jorah seemed skeptical at first, but he obeyed and did as he was asked.

As he embraced Yara, she let out a satisfying sigh. "You men of the North really are warm in the coldest of places." Jorah didn't say anything, especially when Yara forced him to cup her breasts. "My tits have freezing for ages, but if you try anything I'll rip your dangle without hesitation."

"Don't worry," Jorah said through gritted teeth, "I won't."

"Oy, King Snow," Yara called out, "I don't care if you're her bastard nephew, but your warmer than me so share it with her."

Daenerys looked at Yara. If they weren't in such a position, she would be rejecting what she said as much as she could. But they were in such a position and today was much colder than usual.

She looked over to Jon and saw him being hesitant. "Get over here, it's too cold to care." As he inched forward to them, the light of the torch revealed a very horrifying sight. Daenerys finally saw them, as did Yara and Jorah. The scars on his chest and the one located over his heart. He seemed to notice them looking, but he ignored them and held Daenerys gently. She felt his chest on her back and it was like wearing a warm cloak. Northerners really were warm.

There was a pregnant and awkward silence that followed before Jon broke it. "Who wants to be the one to ask?"

What felt like hours was only seconds when no one said anything. Daenerys decided she would be the one. "Jon," she started, "How did you live after taking a knife to the heart?"