Daenerys
The clear skies of the evening gave absolute free range for Daenerys and Drogon to take to heights clouds restricted. But with such cold temperatures and a freezing gust brushing past her face, Daenerys kept lower to the ground. Jon and Missandei followed her closely on Rhaegal while Ygris and Lyarras kept close to them. They had seen many things during their return flight from Highgarden. The Reach and Lannister armies marching North with the Unsullied and Dothraki and nearly a dozen castles and villages.
It wasn't until Winterfell appeared over the horizon did Daenerys feel comfort and relief, forgetting about the cold. She hadn't spent as much time there as she did in Dragonstone, but something about that place made her feel like it was home. But the feeling slightly diminished at the sight of the growing army around the castle. All of it kept to one side of the rode that led into the castle, specifically the side that the dragons didn't nest at.
Rhaegal, Ygris, and Lyarras all landed immediately, but Daenerys and Drogon circled around Winterfell once before preparing to land. With Drogon's massive size, the other dragons had to be first and move afterwards, otherwise Drogon would become territorial and take up all the space.
By the time Drogon swooped down and landed next to his kin, Jon and Missandei had already dismounted Rhaegal and was waiting for Daenerys. Drogon slowly lowered his body and neck as close to ground as he could before Daenerys climbed off with Jon's assistance.
"It's good to be back." Daenerys declared.
"I couldn't agree more." Jon replied before planting a light kiss on her lips. They both smiled as they walked arm in arm back to Winterfell. In the corner of her eye, Daenerys could see Missandei smiling to the ground as she followed them.
When they reached the gates, they were greeted by none other than Lord Reed followed by two of his crannogmen dressed in heavy cloaks. "Welcome back, my King and Queen." Lord Reed gave a courteous bow along with his men to Jon and Daenerys.
"It's good to see you again, Lord Reed." Jon told him.
"Lord Brandon has requested your presence in the Godswood."
Jon sighed, as if anticipating such news. "Of course he is." Lord Reed stepped aside with his men to let Jon and Daenerys through. As Jon tried to walk forward, Daenerys tugged on his arm and stopped him. "Is something wrong?"
"I'm just feeling a bit tired from our journey. I think I'll retire for the evening." Though she was tired, Daenerys didn't like being around Bran. His empty mood and knowledge of everything made her feel uncomfortable.
"I'll join you after I meet with Bran." Jon said, smiling as her before letting go of her arm and following Lord Reed to the Godswood.
Daenerys walked through the courtyard with Missandei next to her, passing others who were working hard preparing for the war. Even though she was married to Jon and accepted by the Northern Lords, she felt that people kept their distance from her, but did it politely. It wasn't long before the two of them reached Daenerys's chambers.
"Would you like me to have a bath drawn for you, your Grace?" Missandei asked, being professional as always.
"Not tonight," Daenerys replied, "maybe in the morning." Missandei nodded as she helped Daenerys out of her thick winter dress and into a purple silk nightgown. She unbraided her hair and set her rings next to the pillow that her crown rested upon. Daenerys noticed a tight fit on her breasts and wasn't bothered by it, but knew she would need her clothes resized for her pregnancy.
"Will there be anything else, your Grace?" Missandei asked as Daenerys gently tied a band around her waist.
"No, that will be all." Missandei bowed her head and started to walk out of the room. Daenerys was always amazed at how faithful Missandei always was to her, not just as an advisor, but as a friend as well.
"Missandei." Daenerys said, stopping her.
Missandei turned around to face her Queen. "Yes, your Grace?"
Daenerys was hesitant to speak to her. "When Jon and I take the Iron Throne back and the Seven Kingdoms, would it be wrong of me to ask that stay with me?"
Missandei grew a small smile that was comforting to Daenerys. "If I wanted to go back to Naath, I know you wouldn't object to my request."
"Of course not, it's your home after all."
"It is the place of my birth, but not my home. Home is where I was freed from the masters. Home is where my friend ended slavery. Home is where I choose to make it. I choose to make the world you're going to create my home."
"But what about your family? Don't you want to see them again?"
Missandei's expression turned grim and somber. "My family is gone from this world. I have nothing left to return to in Naath."
"Forgive me, I didn't mean to pry like that."
"There's nothing to forgive, your Grace." Missandei returned to her comforting smile. "Will that be all, my Queen?"
Daenerys returned her a smile. "Yes, it will."
"Goodnight, your Grace."
"Goodnight, my friend."
Moments after Missandei left, Jon had entered the room, looking more broody than usual. He removed his crown and place it on its pillow next to Daenerys's before working on his cloak and armor.
"How did your talk with Bran go? Any news worth mentioning?"
Jon sighed as if disappointed. "Nothing good." He told her as he placed his black Stark armor on an armor stand before placing the already removed gorget over it. "Cersei's placed all of her Wildfire underneath King's Landing. If we survive the war against the dead and our army is still stronger than hers, she might destroy the city."
Daenerys sat down and the bed before letting her body fall onto it. She felt irritated and upset at Cersei. No matter what they did, it seemed that if Cersei couldn't sit on the Iron Throne, no one could. "You were right."
"About what?"
"What you said to me when we first met at Dragonstone. We're all just children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair."
"I don't mean that anymore, at least to you." Daenerys lifted her head up from the bed while arching her brow, wondering if that was just him being flattering or honest.
"We'll have to think of a way to get the Wildfire out of the city. And if we can't do that, we'll have to figure out how to get the people out."
"Bran's staying in the Godswood for a few more hours to see if he can see anything that will help us." Jon was finally out of his regular attire and into his night clothes as he walked over to the bed and joined Daenerys on top of it, lying over the fur covers and staring up at the ceiling.
The solemn mood was broken when a knock on the door frame sounded. Jon and Daenerys both looked over and saw Rickon. "Can I come in?" He asked nervously, looking as if he might've interrupted something.
"Of course," Jon told him as he and Daenerys sat up, "is there something wrong?"
"Yes and no," Rickon said, confusing both of them, "I went hunting today about ten miles from the castle and almost got killed by a bear."
"A bear?" Jon asked, intrigued. "There're no bears around here."
"I know, yet there was one. I told it to Bran just now and he said the animals are all fleeing south. They can feel the Night King growing closer."
"We'll have to have our hunter go in larger groups. How'd you get away?" As if on cue, the large white direwolf popped his head out from around the corner and stood next to Rickon. Daenerys was wide eyed, never before seeing a wolf of such size or color. The wolf looked at her with ruby red eyes and he was bandaged all across his neck as he came into full view. Jon smiled widely as he got up and approached his companion. "You always wonder off on me boy." Jon said as he rustled his hand through the fur on his direwolf's head.
"He fought off the bear before Nymeria and her pack killed it." Rickon announced, looking proud of the direwolf.
"Nymeria's here too?" Jon asked excitedly. Daenerys had to assume that they were talking about the other direwolf of the litter Jon found with his siblings.
"She's staying in the forest. I think she's waiting for Arya."
"Jon," Daenerys said, "aren't you going to introduce me?"
"Sorry," Jon said, "this is Ghost. If you didn't call your dragon your children, he would be to me what they would be to you." Ghost left Jon's side and walked right up to Daenerys, sniffing at her belly. "I think he knows there's another wolf in the room somewhere."
Daenerys giggled a bit before nervously petting Ghost over his head. He didn't look like a normal wolf should, he looked quiet and peaceful. Ghost turned his gaze up to her and gave an unsettling stare. For some odd reason, Daenerys felt like Ghost recognized her.
Quietly, Ghost left her side and returned to Rickon's. "I see he still prefers you over me now." Jon stated, looking betrayed. "It's getting late, off to bed with you."
Rickon sighed at Jon. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning." Rickon and Ghost left Jon and Daenerys alone and Jon closed the door behind them. He blew out the lanterns in the room before returning to the bed. He got under the fur blanket and Daenerys joined him. She placed one hand under her pillow and the other over Jon's chest.
"I'm glad I got to finally meet your direwolf."
"I'm surprised at how calm you were. Most people jump when they see him."
"I've spent the past few years with dragons at my side. Ghost looked more calming than intimidating."
Jon chuckled at her observation. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'll prove you wrong on the battlefield."
"I hope so," Daenerys told him, "we'll need all the strength we can get." Daenerys's thought dwelled over the oncoming doom that they could not escape. But her fatigue got the better of her and she felt her eyelids starting to weigh down. "Sweet dreams, my wolf."
Jon placed his hand over hers and kiss for forehead. "And to you, my dragon."
The winter night became blessed with a light snowfall as the moon was swallowed by the clouds. All around Winterfell, many souls were sleeping a with a gifted slumber. But there were those who could not enjoy such a feeling. In the bedchambers of the King and Queen, there was one soul who was tormented with nightmares, much so that its mother began to share them.
After passing through the veil of darkness that was sleep, Daenerys unexplainably found herself in a place she knew she had been before. She was standing in front of a lift contraption that carried men to the top of the great Wall of ice. She curiously gazed around at her surroundings as she walked to a railing overlooking the courtyard and saw a large group of men, all wearing black, surrounding nothing as if they were waiting for something.
Her gaze shifted when she saw two people enter the courtyard, one a small boy, but the other she recognized, he was her husband after all. But looked so different than how she knew him. He didn't were his hair in a bun and his beard was much thinner.
He was lead to the empty space the men surrounded and then had a troubled look on his face when he saw what they surrounded. Daenerys leaned her head over and saw Jon staring at a sign that read 'TRAITOR.'
Daenerys gasped out of fear and shock when Jon turned around and was stabbed by his own men. "For the Watch," they all said as some of them took turned burying their knives into Jon's body. Now she knew where she was and more so when she was. Realizing this was a dream, Daenerys desperately wanted to wake up so that she would not have to witness such a sight. She looked at Jon's face and could see the emotions he felt. Confusion, loneliness, fear, and sadness. Having to watch him be like that broke her heart when the young boy he came with used his own knife and planted it into Jon's heart. Like all of them, he spoke the words, "for the Watch."
Jon fell back into the snow and all the men who betrayed him left his body to freeze. When they had completely dispersed from the courtyard and the blood began to spread, Daenerys slowly walked over to Jon's body and stood him, near the verge of tears. But before she could do anything, Daenerys found herself in a cold room. Jon was lying on a table, stripped naked and his wounds clean. Someone had closed his eyes and he looked like he was resting. Ghost was lying down next to the table, being ever faithful and remaining with his friend.
Without even thinking to, Daenerys reached her hand out and felt the skin of Jon's check, as if trying to tell him everything would be alright. The moment her skin touched his, Ghost shifted and raised his head up, looking directly at her. Daenerys pulled her hand away, mystified at Ghost's gaze at her. Could he really see her or was he looking at Jon? Before she could do anything to confirm anything, Jon was suddenly gasping desperately for air.
Daenerys woke from her visions, finding herself back in bed with Jon, her hand directly over Jon's scar. She shivered when she realized she witnessed his first death and resurrection. But looking at him now calmed her down. He looked so peaceful sleeping and felt so warm.
Unable to regain the desire to sleep, fearing that she might witness another vision like what she saw, Daenerys slowly moved out of Jon's touch and climbed out of bed, leaving him to rest. She put on some easy to wear boots and Jon's winter cloak, since she did not have one of her own yet, and left the room. She left the warmth of the castle and out to the cold night of snowfall. The castle was nothing like what is was during the day. There was no sound of hammers striking steel, no sound of saws cutting through wood, it was utter silence. But, even with the mood as peaceful as it was, the guards on watch duty distracted Daenerys from finding peace, so she went to the one place she knew there would be no guards.
Things always became calm when she was in the Godswood. She never took to any gods, even after all she has seen, but in the presence of the weirwood was were some of the greatest moments she had took place. Her first Kiss with Jon and even her wedding with him. Everything that was evil never seemed to invade such a place.
As she drew closer to the weirwood, Daenerys stopped when she saw Bran in his wheelchair sitting next to it. He wasn't in the middle of his warging, but he was staring off into the distance. She wanted to turn around, but he took notice to her presence. "Your grace," he spoke soft but loud enough for her to hear, "you can't sleep?"
Daenerys cautiously approached him, nervous of what he would tell her. "I just had a bad dream is all." She told him.
"You saw Jon die." Already Daenerys felt shivers run through her body. She did not hate Bran, but she didn't like when he would know everything.
"I did. It's not the first vision I've had, but usually they don't make much sense."
"It wasn't your vision you were witnessing, it was your son's."
Daenerys froze, finding herself unable to speak immediately. "M-my son's?"
"You have greenseer inside you, Daenerys Stormborn. While you carry him inside you, he will show you and his brother what he sees."
"Brother? I'm having two sons?" He didn't reply since he already stated the answer to that question before it was asked. Daenerys did feel some joy, but it was overshadowed by fear of what Bran's power was, and he knew it. "How do you see what you see?"
"It's difficult to explain." His gaze turned to the snow falling around them. "Look at the snow," Daenerys followed his gaze and did as he instructed, "do you see how they all fall in front of you, passing by and disappearing before another takes one's place? I see everything that was and is like this. It all passes by, but if I focus on one, I can see the details of it." He held his hand out and caught a snowflake that quickly vanished after making contact with his skin. He turned his empty gaze to her and extended his hand out to her. "Would you like me to show you something?"
She wasn't sure whether to accept his offer or not. All of the visions she's ever had always frightened her and never made sense as to why she had them in the first place. Placing her trust in him, Daenerys took Bran's hand cautiously. He maneuvered their hands together so that both of them were placed over her belly before placing his other hand on the weirwood.
Daenerys felt a strange sensation run through her before she realized she was no longer in the Godswood of Winterfell. Instead, she was back at Castle Black with Bran standing next to her on a balcony surrounding the courtyard. But the Castle looked far more lively and populated than it did in her first vision of it.
"This is what the Night's Watch was almost seventy years ago," Bran informed, "there's someone who just arrived I think you should see." Bran led Daenerys through the castle, not giving any head to those around him until they came to a door. Instead of opening it, Bran and Daenerys were suddenly in the room, like changing from one place to another in a dream and not paying attention to it. Inside the two of them saw a man wearing a think black robe and a chain around his neck sitting down at a desk and going through scrolls. He had long silver hair and his eyes were the same as Daenerys's.
"He's a Targaryen." Daenerys deduced.
"He sent you a letter before he died."
Daenerys became speechless when she realized who this was. Her great uncle Aemon looked far different than she imagined, but then again, she only did imagine what he looked like at the age he was when he sent the letter.
The door behind them opened and another man walked in, carrying a white bow in his hand and a beautiful longsword strapped to his hip. The hilt was gold with a black leather wrapped handle and a large ruby planted in the center of the metal that wrapped around it forming the guard, making it look like a blood red eye of the sword. He carried a satchel at his side that looked like it was heavy with luggage. The man himself had similar features to Aemon that only another Targaryen could have. Unlike Aemon however, he did not wear the black of the Night's Watch.
"How was the hunt?" Aemon asked.
"The game was fair, we shot enough rabbits for a week." The other man said, his tone like Bran's lack any emotion in his words.
"What about him?" Daenerys asked.
"That man is Brynden Rivers." Bran informed.
Daenerys knew full well the man who belonged to that name. The Bloodraven who had a thousand eyes and one. Brynden leaned his bow up against the desk and took a seat next to Aemon. "How's your vision fairing?"
Aemon set the scroll he was currently reading down and sighed at his kin. "Not well. I can see things up close, but nothing far away."
"Can't you do anything about it? Every illness has a cure, even Greyscale."
"I could, but I can't. My request for materials and tomes from the Citadel was denied. It won't be long until it gets worse."
"You'll manage. We're the blood of the dragon, and dragons do not let petty things like this stop us." Brynden removed the satchel from his side and placed it on the desk. "These are for you, to keep safe." He opened the lid and pulled out two dragon eggs, one blue and one white, both turned to stone.
Aemon looked shocked and mystified. "Where did you get these?"
"The blue one I received from a contact who found it in a market in Essos. The white one I stole from Whitewalls before the second pretender tried claim it before his rebellion." Brynden stared at the eggs looking full of shame. "That's why I killed Aenys. He knew I had the eggs and was going to claim them if I didn't stop him in time."
Aemon picked up the blue one and moved his hands over the scaled surface. "Brynden, I cannot take these."
"You can and you must. Once I take my vows, I'll be made a ranger and go beyond the Wall who knows how many times. I cannot take these with me every time I go."
"Send them to Aegon, I'm sure he can keep them far better protected."
"He probably could, but what his children after him? How would the eggs be safe if a mad Targaryen sat on the throne? You and I both know that these are more than just stone."
As Aemon set the egg back onto the desk, there was a quick knock on the door. "Commander Mugswood is coming." A man's voice said.
Brynden and Aemon put the eggs back into the satchel and slung it over the backing of Aemon's chair. The door opened and in walked a older man with a thick short beard and long brown hair that was starting to grey. "Bloodraven," he said in a thick northern accent, "it's time for you to become a man of the Watch with the others."
"By your orders, Lord Commander." Brynden said with a courteous nod. Daenerys's gaze followed him as he picked up his bow and followed the Lord Commander out of the room, leaving Aemon to himself.
When Brynden closed the door behind him, Daenerys turned her head back to Aemon and was shocked to see that they were in a completely different room and Aemon was in a bed, far older than before. His hair was short and thin and he looked to be near a hundred years old. Sitting next to his bed was Samwell and the Wildling girl, Gilly, while her baby Little Sam was lying near her wrapped in blankets. Daenerys walked over and stood directly behind Sam as he kept watch over Aemon.
"Egg," Aemon called out softly, "Egg… mother's looking for you. Egg."
"Get some sleep Sam," Gilly said, "you'll have to speak for him tomorrow."
"You don't know that." Sam told her.
"Get some sleep, I'll watch over him."
"I'm staying too. He's always been good to me, I can't leave him now."
"Egg!" Everyone except for Bran gasped as Aemon's hand shot up and Sam held it gently. Aemon's breathing became heavy and he looked weak and blindly gazed at the ceiling. "Egg… I dreamed that I was old."
Daenerys was starting to feel heartbroken watching him like this. She regretted taking Bran's offer to see this vision. But all emotion within her froze as Aemon's head drifted and his eyes locked with hers. He breathed heavily and then looked happy without even smiling. Then his breathing stopped and his eyes fell close to being shut.
The next thing she knew, Daenerys was back in the Godswood with Bran and he took his hand off of her belly. She felt a stinging in her eyes and wiped away tears that were just about to fall. "Why would you show me that?" She asked, her voice choking.
"I thought you would want to see him. He was the only other Targaryen who had love for you in this world besides Jon and your Mother. I thought you should see who he was long before he sent you that letter."
"But why then? Why did you make me watch him die?"
"I didn't bring us there, your son did." Daenerys moved her hand over her belly, surprised but still saddened from witnessing such an event. "He wanted you see that."
"But why? Why would my child want to show me something like that?"
"I don't know the answer to that question. But I do know that Maester Aemon saw you when he looked at you. He got to see his family before he left this world." All of this was too confusing for Daenerys. These were only visions. How could her great uncle have seen her? "I'm still learning to understand the power I have, but I don't need it to know when someone gives another a gift."
'Was that what that was, a gift?' "Why would my son give that to me?"
"Why do we give gifts to anyone?"
Daenerys was clueless and thought this was some form of riddle. But when the simple answer crossed her mind, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. 'Because we love them.' She wiped her cheeks clean and gathered her composure. "Thank you, Bran."
Back in her room, Daenerys returned to bed and kept close to Jon. He slowly moved his arm around her shoulders and held her softly. "Everything alright?" he asked softly, still half asleep.
Daenerys's smiled as she rested her head over his breast. "We're having two boys." She told him.
Jon lifted his head and opened his eyes, still groggy. "How do you know?"
"Bran told me." Daenerys lifted her head up and saw Jon smiling at her. "Now all we have to do is name them."
Jon laughed quietly as he let his head fall onto his pillow. "Do you have any suggestions?"
Daenerys thought about the question. One of her sons was a dragon and the other a direwolf. They could each have a name that fit their blood. One a Targaryen and one a Stark. "Aemon," she quietly said, "after our uncle who kept watch over you."
"It sounds perfect," he told her, "what about his brother?"
"You should pick. He'll be a Direwolf like you so he should have a Northern name."
Jon let out a large exhale and shook his head. "I can't think of any of my family that have a good name that fits with Targaryen."
"So choose your own." She nuzzled her head onto his body and let herself drift away back to sleep, knowing neither her or her sons would be plagues with nightmares. The last word she heard before falling into slumber made her heart feel warm.
"Matthias."
So what did you guys think? Daenerys is not a Greenseer, but because her son is and inside her, she can share that ability and she does have Targaryen dreams so do you think it works? Also I know the name Matthias is out of no where, but I like it, so yeah. Don't forget to leave a review, they're always appreciated.
