Jon

Atop of a mountain in the lands north of the Wall, Jon could barely see the great structure far off to the distance. Between him and the Wall was the haunted forest and the part that was set ablaze as the great fire the North had ever seen. Without even realizing how, he was taken to the Fist of the First men. He looked around and could still see the frozen horse corpses partially buried in the snow. He walked over the to knuckles of the Fist and looked out to the north. It was all as he remembered when he was first here. Despite the death and the evil he faced in these lands, he was glad to see them again. There was a certain beauty to them that nothing could touch that made him feel at ease. Again, he was taken to somewhere else. This time he had no knowledge of where he was. The skies were dark with cloud and night, but there were mysterious lights that penetrated to the lands below. Before him was a path leading to a lone mountain. Without even thinking, he found himself in the middle of it at an alter of ice surrounded by a circle of ice pillars. Jon placed his hand on the alter and felt the cold run up his fingers and into his body.

From the sky, Jon heard a deafening screech. He looked up and saw a dragon circling down to the mountain. He recognized the dragon to be Viserion, but his scales had changed from bronze to a cold white. As the dragon landed, Jon saw the Night King dismounted it and begin to approach him. Rather than run, Jon began walking to meet the Night King. Within moments, the two stopped and were face to face with each other.

Surprising to Jon, The Night King started to clap his hands, applauding him. He didn't care though, instead, Jon drew Longclaw from it's scabbard and stabbed it into the ground. "You won't win." He said softly. "I don't know why you want us all dead, even after being one of your puppets, but I know that you won't win." The Night King didn't respond. Instead he reached behind his back and drew his blade of ice and held it in both of his hands. Jon pulled Longclaw out from the ground and readied himself.

The Night King made the first move and quickly swung his blade at Jon's torso, but it clashed with Longclaw and the two foes fell into a duel. But it wasn't to the death. There was no ferocity or rage in any strike. Jon was testing the Night Knight as he was doing to him. It wasn't until the came into a lock in weapons that Jon had to put strength into his force. Without warning, the Night King released his weapon and dropped it to the ground. Before Jon could strike, The Night King grabbed the back of Jon's head with one hand and placed his other hand on Jon's chest. He puled his close so that they were inches apart. He opened his mouth and a cold voice spoke to Jon. "Winter…is…forever…"

Jon woke up from his dream and felt colder than he did when he was submerged in the frozen lake. He slowly sat up, trying not to disturb Daenerys who slept peacefully next to him, and got out of his bed. He put on some pants and his long coat before grabbing his boats and leaving the room.

He walked throughout Winterfell and felt the cold disappearing even with his chest exposed. He didn't care about hiding his scars anymore since he had already had to explain to every Lord and Lady how he got them. Jon soon found himself in the presence of his dragons outside of Winterfell. Ygris and Lyarras woke up from their sleep as Jon approached them, but Rhaegal remained asleep. His daughters nudged their heads against Jon, wanting him to pet them. He slowly stroked underneath their chins and felt complete to be with them. The two of them were large enough to have a rider. Daenerys told Jon that Rickon wanted to ride on them desperately.

"What do you think?" He asked his daughters. "There are only two Targaryens, but four dragons. Will you look for someone to ride you?"

Ygris snorted at Jon's head, his hair getting brushed in the gust of air. Lyarras on the other hand looked at him calmly with her golden eyes. Jon had the instinct to warg into them and did so. Through the eyes of his dragons, Jon felt their emotions as if they were his own. Ygris was rejecting of what Jon said. She wanted to be riderless and free, but Lyarras felt joy in such an idea. She wanted someone to be with her as she flew in the skies.

Jon returned to himself and stared at his dragons, happy that they chose him. He gave them each one last caress on their snouts before feeling the desire to return to his solar. He left them and began walking back to the castle, wishing that things could be like this forever.

As he walked through the gates, he made his way up to the balconies and was met by Daenerys. "What are you doing out of bed?" he asked quietly.

"I was afraid that I only dreamed that you came back. I had to find you to make sure." He gave her a soft hug and kissed the crown of her head. He remembered when He told Melisandre not to bring him back if he died again. But he didn't feel that way anymore. He never wanted to leave Danerys ever again.

"I'm still here."

"I love you, Jon." She looked up to him and kept her eyes fixed on his.

"I love you, Dany."

"Will you come back to bed with me?"

"Of course I will." Jon gently intertwined his fingers with hers and the walked together hand in hand.

Back in their bed, Jon held Daenerys in his right arm and rested his left hand above his heart. Daenerys slid her hand across his chest underneath Jon's hand. He didn't feel ready to go back to sleep, so he just stared out of the window of their solar, watching snow fall outside.

"Will you sing me your song?" Daenerys whispered. "I want our children to hear you sing it."

Jon smiled and sung softly.

"Though the winds of winter blow

They will never scare the crow

Never shall we knock Death's door

For the lands above we'll soar

When the King comes striking down

Our steel will break his crown

His touch turns all to ice

In the snows will be demise

And then the skies will fill with light

Our brothers have won the fight

The fires of the dawn will come

And the colds of winter undone

Then the one who was lost shall win

And the greatest of ages shall begin

When all finds peace in the end

The world forever we'll defend

The wolves will howl and the dragons cry

Through fire and ice together we'll fly."

Daenerys looked up to Jon. "You added more."

"You don't like it?"

Daenerys smiled at him and nuzzled her head on Jon's chest. "We love it."