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Jon

"Breathe in."

He rests his hands against her elbows, trying to hold her back from the edge she was feeling. He feels her back move against his hands, as she takes a deep breath, her eyes focused on her target.

"Now let go."

The arrow soars through the air, landing straight through the eye of a rabbit more than 100 feet away. The girl jumps up in joy and turns to him, her brown eyes wide with excitement.

"Did you see that?! I got it!"

She runs towards the dead animal and Jon chuckles, watching her go.

Dan had grown. A lot.

He had taken it upon himself to start calling her that after the name Dany evoked far too much pain within him. Yes, it did sound like more of a man name, but for now his little girl was okay with it and he didn't mind.

But it was strange. She was…strange.

From the moment he found her, all alone in that house, he knew she was special, that she was meant to somehow be his. But something changed that neither he, nor the freefolk thought would happen.

She aged twice in one year. And it happened, again, and again.

That sounded strange, but it was hard to explain. Dan was more at the age of ten now, but it had only been five years since he had found her, all alone as a babe. She walked, spoke intelligent sentences, smiled at others and helped – she was even learning how to use a sword and other weapons, like the bow, as soon as she could, because she can.

It was like her body, or whatever it was, just skipped those years and decided they wanted her to be older than everyone else. He didn't know how to explain it, and neither did the others, but they were happy to just live with the idea that she just grew quicker.

Fuck knew magic was everywhere. Maybe she was the cause of it. He just hoped she didn't grow up too fast. He quite enjoyed the way she was now.

Dan truly had been the light of his life for the past five years. She had shown him hope, happiness, a pathway to helping someone achieve greatness. And while he doubted Dan would ever rule any castles or marry a fine lord, he could at least be happy knowing she was happy.

She was his world.

The freefolk loved her too, despite the weird happenings of her age. She would run around and help as much as she could, greet everyone, even 'attempt' to join them on hunts, but Jon kept her away. There was no way he was risking his little girl getting hurt out there.

And then she would pout and be angry, but be happy when he returned.

The freefolk had no ruler, but Tormund would often slide to him and say they considered her the 'princess of the freefolk' because she treated everyone so well and would help others as she would want them to help her. Jon just took that as the one good thing in parentage he had done.

Of course, there were still her looks.

When Jon first saw Dan, he knew there was something different about her. He still even to this day didn't know if there was some relation to Daenerys herself, but he could see the clear similarities. Maybe one day he would force himself to really think about who she was and consider that a possibility. But for now, he would say faith gave her to him.

As much as a part of him wished dearly that it was hers.

Her eyes had stayed the same, but Dan's face had started to take the mold of the woman he loved – still loved, even now. She had the same smile, same twinkle in her eyes, same laugh, and of course, the same light blonde hair that was almost as white as the snow beneath them, but every part of him just kept saying 'she can't be hers. She is dead.'

Maybe she wasn't. But he needed to believe she was. Because if he had some ounce of hope, and it wasn't true, he would never rise again.

"Look!"

Dan's voice broke his thoughts as she rushed over with the dead rabbit, holding it up to his face.

"Right through the eye!"

Jon nods approvingly and takes the rabbit. "Ghost will find this good. As well as Fluffy."

Her smile widens. Fluffy had been a direwolf Ghost had found and brought back. Where the old wolf had discovered the pup, he didn't know. All Jon remembered is that as soon as Dan saw it, she felt in love and didn't let the young direwolf go. And of course, had named it Fluffy.

She may have aged ten, but her names still held that of a five year old.

"You know, you should pick a better name," he states to her as he launches her up onto his back. She rolls her eyes.

"Why? She's fluffy, therefore, fluffy is good."

"But what about…Visenya?"

"The Targaryen fighter queen?" Dan shrugs a little. "It's a nice name, but it doesn't fit a Direwolf, father. Even if she was a badass."

"Language."

"Sorry."

He had taken it upon himself to teach her the history of the world as much as he could when she got older, considering out of all the freefolk, he was the one who knew the most. Whenever they'd go on raids – which he would try and sit out as much as possible – they would bring back books for her because she wanted to know more.

The only thing he left out was his own heritage. And Daenerys.

He knew some people would be angry at him for that, but he didn't want to worry her with stories of who he had been and what had happened between him and a former dragon queen. When she was older, he would tell her. But for now, he would keep it to himself and his mind.

Despite that barely surviving half the time.

"Alright," he states, biting his lip. "How about…Arya?"

"After Aunt Arya?" she laughs. "That doesn't sound too bad."

Talking about his family had been something he hadn't done that much. She knew that Bran was king in the Six Kingdoms and that Sansa was queen of the North, but that was about it when it came to them.

Over the last five years of raising her, Jon really came to understand how much those two had screwed him over. Bran was the reason he was sent here.

Don't get him wrong – he did love Tormund and all the freefolk. But he couldn't count how many times he had seen Dan shiver in the cold and wish that he could provide her with a nice warm home in the country. His brother – who was the fucking king now – could have said "fuck your pardoning, I want to give him a home away from here." But instead, he went along with the stupid fucking sentence that the Unsullied had given him, sending him to the Wall when there wasn't even a need for the Night's Watch anymore.

Bran just wasn't himself either. He knew that the moment he left and he knew it when he found Dan, but now it felt strange. That he hadn't sent anyone up here? To find him? Anyone that runs away from their work at the Wall is usually hunted down, but he had done nothing. It just all seemed so strange to him.

And Sansa…don't even get him started on her.

Sansa was the reason he was here in the first place. When he had found out his true parentage, he truly was going to keep his promise to Dany, and not tell anyone. But of course, they were his fucking siblings. Or he guessed cousins, now. How could he not tell them?

So he did. Arya had kept it a secret. But Sansa, she just had to go and talk and tell Tyrion.

It was all out of spite. The moment she saw that Jon could have a claim to the Throne, she took it and told the one person who could make it happen. Because if Jon had the throne, that put Dany out of the picture, and gave Sansa the North. Which is what she truly wanted all along.

Each time he thought about it, the angrier he got. And she got her wish, except everyone else hadn't. Dany was dead, he was here – banished – and everything else had gone to shit.

So he hoped his sister was fucking happy in her freezing castle.

But Arya? Arya was the true one.

After he had found Dan, she had started to send him letters. It seemed that she had assumed he would be north of the Wall and sent ravens towards him. In those letters, she would speak to him pretty consistently, how she heard that Sansa revealed his secret to Dany.

'I didn't like her,' one letter had said. 'But I gave her the benefit of the doubt because she saved us during the Battle at Winterfell. Without her dragons, I really don't know where we would be. I might have put the final dagger in the man's ice heart, but she was the catalyst that allowed it to happen.'

And then she would go on to reveal what mattered most to him.

'I haven't told anyone, if it makes you feel any better. I know it doesn't matter much now, but I still keep it a secret for your sake. I don't think many other people know besides Tyrion and us…she will always be my sister, but I know you are angry with her, and I understand. Even so, even if you aren't my brother by blood, you'll always be my big brother.'

After that, he had started sending her letters back, telling her about Dan, how far she had come. She would write back and talk about her adventures and what she had found, saying there were islands upon islands and so many new people. He had revealed to her he wanted her to meet Dan one day. She had said she wanted to as well.

Of course after reading Arya's adventures, Dan had become infatuated with her. She had her aunt's sense of adventure, which scared Jon a bit. An adventurer for a daughter meant that she was going to put herself in danger, which meant he needed to teach her how to protect herself at all costs.

"Well then, how about it?" he asks her as he lowers her down. The young pup comes running out and jumping on her, causing Dan to laugh. She tilts her head and nods back at him.

"I think Arya is better."

"Better than Fluffy."

Dan rolls her eyes and goes back to the tent. Jon sighs and glances over as Tormund walks towards him. He looked like he was covered in blood but from hunting.

"Long day?" Jon asks.

Tormund shakes his head. "Fuckin' hog brought us everywhere. Jumped on the bitch and tore her apart. Need food to survive this damn cold." He glances towards the tent and back at Jon. "How's 'er aim?"

Jon shakes his head in disbelief. "Amazing. She's been practicing for just a few months and already she's had an arrow in the eye of a rabbit. I couldn't do that until I was fifteen."

"Got yourself a gift of a girl there," Tormund states before looking back at Jon. "Snow, I know we've talked about this, but you and I both know she's meant for something other than the North of this wall."

Jon closes his eyes in exhaustion. "Tormund. We've been over this."

"I know. Ya want her safe and not in the country because if they see her they'll kill her – I get it. But look at 'er, Snow! She's fuckin' ten! And she's been alive for five years. It's not normal for her to be as old as she is. Somethin' is agin' 'er quicker than normal, and I know it ain't the meat we're feeding her."

Jon looks over at the tent and then back at Tormund. "I can't be thinking there's magic in her, Bane."

"There's nothin' else that it can be, Jon," he whispers quietly before moving him gently to the side. "Look, what if the reason she's aging so quickly is because she's not where she's meant to be? Sure, maybe ya were meant to find her, but if she goes south and finds her destiny or whatever, she might just stop and be a normal kid until ya wake up one day and she's on her twentieth nameday."

Jon's brow furrows. "I thought you didn't believe in magic."

"I didn't until ya brought in a girl that ages quicker than most wolves."

Jon sighs and glances at the ten. "I know…I'm just waiting until the right moment. I need her to be able to protect herself if something happens to me if we cross the wall. I can't lose her, but I need her to be able to lose me."

"That's fuckin' dark."

"I know…but it's what I gotta do."

Tormund looks at him. At least he understood. Jon knew Dan was something special, but he wasn't about to risk his little girl out on the world when they weren't ready yet.

"Alright…I just hope you don't waste time…she's meant for greater things. I can feel it in my bones, more than the hog I was killing." Jon throws him a look and Tormund waves his hands up in defense. "What? Someone's gotta get food to eat."

At that moment, the flap to the tent opens, and Dan comes out. She smiles widely at Tormund.

"Uncle Tormund!" she yells, running forward. The man laughs and takes her into his arms, giving her a big hug, which makes her giggle. Jon smiles a little. The relationship those two had made him happy. At least if something did happen to Jon here, she would have him.

"How's my little munchkin'?" he asks her.

She rolls her eyes. "You know I don't like that nickname."

"Don't mean I'm gonna stop callin' ya that."

She laughs as he tickles her side and she jumps out of his arms. At that moment he sees Ghost come over with her own direwolf – he guessed the name was Arya now – and they sit beside her. It seemed wherever she went, they followed. Good.

"I was looking at things in the tent," she states to them, before looking up at Jon. "One of the new books they got me talks about Essos and the Slave Cities, like Meereen!"

Jon instantly feels himself cringe. "You shouldn't be reading those – all those places are filled with evil people."

"Not according to this!" She opens the big book from inside her pouch and points at a drawing. It was one Jon had never seen before. This book must have come straight from Meereen from a long time ago because he could clearly see three dragons in the drawing, as well as a giant pyramid.

Fucker. She had found something on Dany.

"It says that a woman with hair like mine, um – 'light blonde, almost like snow' – named Daenerys Targaryen conquered and ruled over Meereen until a gang called the…the Son's o..of Harpy? I think that's how it's said. Yeah, that! And they came in and hurt people…or something like that."

Jon takes the book from her and she glares at him.

"Hey!"

He turns to Tormund. "Where did your scouts find this?"

Tormund raises his brow. "I don't know, Jon. They find things wherever they go. This is just a book."

Dan tilts her head. "You never told me about a Daenerys Targaryen," she states quietly.

Jon sighs and looks over at her. "I know I haven't and there's a reason." He turns to Tormund and nods. "I gotta talk with her…tell the others I'll come by for food in a little bit."

The wilding nods and leaves, knowing this was a conversation they needed to have. Jon turns back to her, and he sees an angry look on her face.

"Why do you look so upset?"

"You've told me about every single type of Targaryen and their history, given me all the books that I can possibly have and yet you leave one out? What else does that mean for me? Have you been lying to me?"

For a child of ten, she sure had a lot of attitude.

"Listen to me," he says firmly. "I have lived far longer than you. I have experienced things that you should never have to experience. There are reasons I have kept things from you."

"I'm not a baby. I can handle it, father." The look in her eyes and the sincerity in her voice made hi know she could, but a part of him was too afraid to even acknowledge the fact of Daenerys. That if he even brought it up, then this whole idea of Dan being hers would feel real.

And that was the last thing he wanted.

But he didn't want to build a relationship with his daughter based on lies, even if she did grow quicker and age quicker than anyone else. That was what his father had done, and it had fucked him up permanently. He refused to let that happen to her.

"Alright…just listen." He takes her hand and brings her into their tent, sitting her down. She removes the fur around her, trying to get warm by the fire. "Daenerys Targaryen was the last known person to try and fight for the Iron Throne, something that isn't there anymore…she was close to me. Very close."

"What do you mean?" Jon gives her a look. He knew she was smarter than that, and within seconds, she understood. "…oh. So you were married?"

"No." He sighs and shakes his head. "No, nothing like that. But we were together for a time…things happened between us, revelations were told, but she couldn't do anything to stop the lies that would spread. The words…and then the Battle at Winterfell happened. You remember me telling you that?" Dan nods. "She helped us during that, saved us with her dragons."

"Dragons?!" Her eyes widened. "You told me-"

"I know, that dragons have been extinct. I was wrong. She brought them back, from stone."

"…wow."

"Yes. It was amazing. She lost one of her dragons though, later on. And her friends. And her close protectors. And so many people she cared for...I've told you of Targaryen madness…and I think after everything she had lost, it just started to sink in. She rode on Drogon - her biggest dragon - and burned down the city, with everyone in it. And it just doesn't make sense…Daenerys had done so much good. She had freed the slaves in Slaver's Bay – like you saw from the book – had taken people and given them their needs, done no wrong only when needed, and then suddenly this happens…I couldn't believe it. No one could…but it just happened. And then she…was killed."

"She was? By who?"

Jon sighs. "By someone close to her." Jon turns to her. "Dan, I want you to know that no matter what you may hear about Daenerys from other people, she was better than that. What happened at the end was awful, but I know she was worth more than what happened. She was a good woman…despite some not believing so."

Dan looks at him as he stands. She bites her lip and sighs. "Father?"

"Yes, Dan?"

"You told me that you found me in a cabin, on the side of cliffs…you don't know who my mother was? It says she looks like me. What if-"

"Dan." His voice was firm. His tone sharp. "She is gone. By the time I found you, she had been gone for a year. It's impossible." It has to be.

Dan sighs and nods her head, knowing he left no room for discussion. Jon felt horrible. Of course it's not like he could confirm for if it was Dany or not that was her mother. I mean, for all the gods in the world, he had risen from the fucking dead, so at this point, he believed everything was possible. But if he started to believe that for some reason Dany was alive, the hope he would feel only to find out she wasn't would break him.

And he knew Dan wanted to find out who her mother is. She was curious, the devil, but he knew that it was better to be curious than to not care at all.

He wraps his arms around her and she sinks into his chest, sighing. When he pulls back, he rests a hand on her cheek. "I know your little head is full of questions," he states. "And one day I'm sure all those answers will come to you. But for now, our goal is to survive this cold. Are you okay with that?"

Dan offers a quiet smile. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here."

"That's my girl." He kisses her forehead and stands. "Rest for a bit. I'm sure you're tired after hunting. I'll be back in a little." She nods and lays down on her bed, watching as he leaves the tent. Her direwolf comes in and lays beside her, and she sighs, closing her eyes.

Fire.

There was a warmth, a bright light coming from the distance. Dragons soared in the sky, blues, reds, blacks, yellows. They danced with the sun. The wind blew from behind her, her hair flowing in the wind.

"Are you alright?" a voice asks.

The girl smiles and turns to the man talking to her. He had black hair, was tall, and a sword was mounted on his side. "I'm fine. Just enjoying the view." A dragon screeches in the distance as it flies down to the water for a bath.

"It is nice, isn't it." He comes and stands next to her. "Just think, if they hadn't run into you in White Harbor, you never would have gotten this. Out of that freezing cold North."

"Never." She looks down at the city below them, and instantly her brow furrows. People were yelling, screaming. "What is happening?"

The screams grew louder, stronger. The sky turned blood red. The sun burned. A voice yells at her, firm, hard.

You must go South.

Dan wakes up with a gasp, sweat pouring down her face. Jon jumps from where he stood, walking over to her. "Dan, are you alright? What's wrong?"

Her heart was beating a million miles per minute. Her eyes look around as if trying to find what she had just seen in her dreams. It felt real. Too real. She looks back at her father, her brow furrowed before the words she was looking for emerge from her mouth.

"We have to go south."

His brow furrows. "What in the seven hells are you talking about?"

"A voice in a dream…or something…said I have to go south. Somewhere. To…to White Harbor? That was said in the dream. I…father, we have-" She stands and he grabs her arm, pulling her back down gently to her bed.

"Calm down," he says to her softly. "I know dreams can sometimes seem real, but that's all it was. A dream. You need to take a deep breath, just like in hunting. Breathe in." She does as he says. "Now out." A puff of warm air leaves her. "Take a deep breath and go back to sleep. You'll feel better."

Dan nods, seeing him go back over to watch the meat Tormund had given him. Dan lays back in her bed, staring up at the top of the tent, but the voice in her head kept repeating, over and over. She had to. She had to follow it.

'You must go South.'

There was something there. Something beyond the wall. Something she didn't know but wanted her there nonetheless. Her father was trying to keep her safe and she didn't want to be in danger, but her mind was telling her something else. And if this voice kept repeating itself, she could jump out into the cold to freeze.

But ever so consistently, it kept saying the same words.

'You must go South.'

Jon looks over at Dan, who had finally fallen asleep after her dream. He knew that dreams like that happened often to people like them, after hearing the info she had. But he couldn't let himself give into that. And he couldn't let her.

He goes to pick up his furs again before heading back out to talk with Tormund. As he goes to place them over his shoulders, he feels himself drop them in shock as a voice filters throughout his head.

'You must go South.'

Just for clarification: year-wise, Dan has only been alive for five years, but she has the body of a ten year old and an older mind. She's aged quicker than many others, just so no one's confused.

These chapters are going to be back to back with different POV's, so next chapter we'll be revisiting Daenerys in Meereen. And that will be a doozy. Also, sorry this chapter was so long but I had a lot to unpack haha chapters for me are usually 3000 words but this was like a big chapter to write XD

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