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It took Jon a week to bring up the voice to Dan.

He knew that he shouldn't have waited as long as he did. The girl herself had heard the same thing to say 'go south.' But he had pushed it off as just a dream. And now, here he stood, eating his words and trying not to look like a fool.

He really needed to give his daughter more credit. She wouldn't just wake up gasping from a dream if it didn't mean something. She had nightmares for years at this point, and each time they never seemed to affect her. Now, of course the one thing that does affect her, affects him as well.

So, as she was eating with some of the other freefolk children, he walked over to where she stood and nudges at her side.

"Come, I have to talk with you."

She tilts her head. "It can't wait for a moment?" she asks softly.

"It's important. Please."

She sighs and nods, standing. She waves goodbye to her friends and walks off, throwing her bone over towards Arya, who nibbles at it hungrily, walking towards Ghost. The two of them go into his tent, and she crosses her arms across her chest.

"They were telling me stories."

"I know. I know you love your stories. I just need to talk with you about something and then you can go back to them." He sits down on her bed and pats the spot next to him. "Come here."

She does so, walking towards him and taking her place. He racks his mind to figure out what to say before turning to her.

"When you woke up that one day, you had a dream. A dream that seemed real. A voice that said to 'go south.' Have you had any other dreams like that?"

Dan bites her lip and then nods softly. "Not really, dreams…they don't feel like it. Honestly, it feels like real life until my eyes open and I realize I'm here in the tent. But it's the same each time. This boy saying I met someone in White Harbor, and then suddenly the sky turning dark red. I don't know what it means but it freaks me out a little each time. And then whenever I wake up…there's this voice saying 'you must go south.' And I can only imagine she means…"

"South of the wall," he finishes for her. "To enter into the kingdoms."

She nods softly. "Exactly that."

Jon sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He had taken to wearing it down since becoming one with the freefolk. It kept him warmer than keeping it tied back. It felt strange to still stay with what he was before he killed her. But now, he had a feeling if this was true, he was going to have to tie it up again.

"I'm going to be honest with you," he says to her gently. "I've heard the voices too."

Her brow raises before she suddenly stands. "I knew I wasn't mad!"

"Calm down." He grabs her hands and pulls her gently back down to the bed. "I never said you were."

"I know, I just…" She sighs, running her own hands through her blonde hair. "I started to think I was. No one else could hear the voice and it was just in my head…it was starting to drive me insane. But I don't know why it would be talking to me…do you?"

She turns to Jon, who was quiet. She raises an eyebrow.

"Why are you silent? Do you know anything?"

Jon sighs and then stands, placing his hands on his hips. How the fuck would he explain this? He knew it would have to come someday but not now. Not like this. But if he didn't talk with her about any of it, he was going to lose his mind.

And what kind of Targaryen would he be then?

"Dan, I've told you about the history of the world," he says to her gently, turning back. "I've told about the Battle of Winterfell…but I didn't tell you what happened after." He comes over to her and takes a deep breath. "Daenerys? The woman you were reading about? I told you that she went mad once she lost some of her close friends. Even if it didn't seem like her, she did…and that someone killed her?"

Dan nods. He sighs and looks at the ground.

"It was me. I killed her."

Dan's brow raises in shock. She was quiet, digesting, words coming hard to the both of them, before she finally takes a deep breath.

"Why? I thought you...you and she were together?"

"I was. And I did. I loved her." He looks over at her, sighing. "I always told you that I belong to House Stark for years. And for a while, I was. I was always told that I was just a bastard from my father's side and that he took me in with gracious arms…but it was a lie. My sisters and brothers that I thought were my siblings…were actually my cousins. My real mother was Lyanna Stark…and my father was Rhaegar Targaryen, from years ago."

The wheels turn in her head. "So…that makes you…" She looks up at him before bringing her hands to her mouth. "That makes you the rightful king!"

"Stop." She looks at him confused.

"Why? Don't you want to be out of this cold?"

"I never wanted to be a ruler of anything," he says to her. "I wanted to gain my father's name, have a family maybe one day…gain honor instead of be looked at like the bastard everyone thought I was for years. But instead everything just went to shit. I'm sorry…I shouldn't be saying that around you."

"Father, I'm around Tormund all the time. It's nothing new to me." She sits down next to him again and her brow furrows. "So then if you…were Rhaegar's son…then that makes Daenerys your…aunt?"

"…yes."

"Oh." She tilts her head and bites her lip. "Well, I mean…isn't it normal for families to be like that?"

"What?"

"I don't mean like Jaime and Cersei," she states, sighing. "A brother and sister should never marry or have children…that's horrible. And I'm not saying that how some of the Targaryen's were born into the world were better either…but you never even knew who she was until you met her. It's not like you grew up knowing she was your aunt…in fact, I'd barely call her that because she was your age...or was she really really old?"

"No...she was my age." Jon sighs and looks at the ground. "But the news was far too shocking and I was influenced by the people around me. If my sister had never told Tyrion, she never would have known. He never would have told Varys, and maybe…maybe something better would happen. But it just didn't turn out that way…and after everything that happened…I needed some sort of direction. Anything to help me understand what was right. And when Tyrion said that if I didn't kill Dan…Daenerys, then she would go after my family, I just chose to do it…and I regret it to this day."

Dan was silent, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry you had to do that, father."

"Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry." He looks down at her and sighs. "I'm sorry for putting all this on you, but it's been on my mind for a long time and I knew you should know."

"I understand," she says softly. "It was a decision you had to do at the time…it wasn't right, but it's what's done." She sighs and looks at the ground. "But what does this have to do with the voices we hear?"

"I have a feeling it has something to do with that." He looks over at her and gently takes her hand in his. "Dan, I've always said you were special. I found you randomly out in the cold one day, somehow alive, and now you're practically speaking like more of the adults around here than the kids….I've always known that there's something more for you…and I think it's time I answer the call too."

He gets up and grabs a map from underneath his own bed, walking back towards her.

"See, I'm not wanted in the kingdoms. In fact, if someone saw me, they would kill me." Her brow raises as he straightens out the map. "See here? This is the wall, a place you've seen plenty of times. But past this? I'm not supposed to go. I was banished to go to the wall to live out the rest of my days when I killed Daenerys, but because it's mostly wildlings that are there now, no one had ratted me out."

"What about Bran? Isn't he…the seer of everything or whatever?"

Jon sighs. "I don't know what the fuck Bran is, but he's left us alone and hasn't spied on me….at least not yet. So for now, we are safe from him. But, this voice is saying to go South. And I think it's time we did." He looks down at her, seeing her surprised look. "You always said you wanted to see past the wall. Now you will. We need to find out what exactly this voice is."

"…and go to White Harbor?" she asks. Her voice had a sliver of hope in it, more than he was expecting, but he nods once. She jumps up and smiles a little. "Will we see Winterfell?"

"No," he instantly states before sighing. "I don't know how welcomed we would be there."

"Why? Even if you're a Targaryen, Sansa is still family…right?"

Jon looks over at his daughter. Gods, her innocent glance was enough to kill a man. She was just a curious girl with good intentions and here he was, never telling her the truth of his family.

"Sansa sided with her brother on banning me from the kingdoms," he states to her gently. "He is the reason that the North has stayed independent, for the most part. If I came across her, I don't know how she would react." He grabs her furs and wraps them around her head. "It's best if we just keep to ourselves for the time being and make our way around Winterfell."

"Oh…okay." She looks up at him as he tightens her furs around her. "You seem scared."

"I'm not-" He sighs and looks over at her. "I'm not scared. I'm just…nervous."

"That's practically the same thing."

"Dan, this is your first time being in the country," he states as he looks over at her. "You're the daughter of one of the most fugitive people to walk around. If you get spotted, we're done. If I get spotted, we're done. Which is why we need to take every precaution possible. So forgive me if I seem scared, as you say."

She bites her lip as he tightens up her fur. Looking down at her, he feels himself sigh. Her furs were a dark red, dyed from raspberries that they had found North of the wall somehow growing, but even those had outgrown her too. Maybe if they found what they were looking for, she would finally slow down and be a normal child.

Which is why they needed to do this.

"It's going to be alright, father," she says softly. Her hand reaches over and grabs his own. "We'll do this together." He looks at her, seeing the smile she was offering and felt himself sigh.

'Whatever God is up there, please let her stay this optimistic forever' he thinks internally. "I know," he states to her quietly. He stands and sighs. "We'll leave in the morning."

The next morning, Jon woke up early to make sure they would be on their way without much of a storm or anything to block them. He watched as Dan loaded up their carriage they had gotten from one of the raids, and made sure that Arya and Ghost were well tucked in behind a blanket so they would be hidden.

"You sure it's a smart idea to bring the animals?" Tormund asks him as he walks over.

Jon shrugs his shoulders and sighs. "Honestly? I'm not sure. I'm hopping off the idea that Ghost is getting old and won't attack everyone anymore. Arya has to stay with Dan. Sort of like a bond the two have." He looks over at Tormund and sighs. "I truly can never repay you for these last six years, Tormund."

He waves his hand in dismissal. "It's nothing, King Crow." Jon throws him a look, and Tormund laughs, knowing he hates that nickname. "If anything, just keep her safe. I told you, the freefolk love Dan. They don't want her in any harm any more than you do…but we both know there's something out there for her."

"Yeah." Jon looks over at him and squeezes his shoulder. "I'll write to you when we arrive in White Harbor. Let you know when we might come back."

"Even if ya didn't, keep her safe."

"I will." The two embrace. At that moment, Dan comes off of the carriage and rushes over, hugging Tormund. Jon leaves to let the two talk before he heads into the tent, opening up a chest he had closed long ago.

Inside was Longclaw, the sword he hadn't held or fought with since the Battle at Kings Landing. But if he was going to address what he had done and moved on with his daughter, he needed to face his past.

So, he quietly picks it up and puts it in its holster, taking a deep breath, before walking out. Tormund looks up as Dan heads back over to the carriage, getting ready to leave. Jon embraces Tormund once more, before heading into the carriage.

"Hyah!" he yells, and the horse takes off. Dan waves goodbye to Tormund as does Jon, the pathway becoming clearer for them as they rode.

It took them about a month before they reached White Harbor. On a normal traveling experience, it wouldn't have taken that long, but Jon had been absolutely terrified of being spotted and knew that it was better to be safe than sorry. So they took their time getting to where they needed to go.

When they did reach White Harbor, the first thing Jon wanted was a hot meal. As much as they needed to remain low and not be seen, he knew that if Dan didn't get some sort of stew in her, she was going to lose her mind.

So by the time they walked through the gates, he made sure to keep her close to him. Dan looked around, her eyes wide with curiosity and amazement. To Jon, this just seemed like any old city, but to Dan, this was something completely new.

She had never seen a city, never stepped foot anywhere outside the wall. And now she was suddenly thrown into one. That had to be a lot for the girl.

"Look!" she whispers fiercely, pointing towards a stand within a market. She was directing her hand to a stuffed animal, which seemed like a wolf. "That's so adorable…"

Jon rolls his eyes but squeezes her shoulder. "You know we don't have much coin."

"I know…I can still dream, though." He adjusts her scarf that was covering her hair as they arrived outside an inn. Plenty of people rushed past him to get to their homes, nearly knocking them over. He could smell the fish of the market close by, and in these moments he really wonders why people love cities so much.

It's too many people crowded with shitty smells. He guessed some just liked it.

He looks over at Dan, who takes her bag off of the horse's side. Ghost and Arya go to jump off, but Jon stops them. "Stay with the carriage." The two direwolves sit, staying underneath a blanket to keep them warm. The last thing Jon wanted was for an innkeeper to be freaked out by the direwolves. Many people didn't see them nowadays, but they still knew they existed.

Jon walks over to one of the innkeepers and tosses him a silver. Although Jon was never one to steal, Tormund had offered him the money they got from an old settlement. And Jon knew that right now was the right time to take it.

"Take him around the back, feed him," Jon asks. The man nods and does as he's told, taking the carriage too. Dan looks up at Jon and pulls at his arm, which causes him to look down at her.

"What do we do now?" she asks quietly.

Jon sighs and leans down to her height. "We wait for something…we both know there's something here for you, for us…whatever it may be. For now, we go inside, get some food, and get some rest. Just keep that scarf tightly around you."

Dan nods and follows after him. The two walk inside to see a pretty crowded pub. There were wenches serving food, some men who were drinking and singing. A couple of older men were fighting about which woman to fuck. But what made Jon turn the other way were that there were fucking knights from Kings Landing, standing in the corner drinking.

If they saw him there, that would be it.

"Fuck," he mutters.

"What is it?" she asks softly.

Jon looks down at Dan and then gestures towards the knights. "You see those men? We stay away from them. They're bad." He glances over and then moves towards the shopkeeper. "They're from Kings Landing. If they see us-"

"They'll capture us," she states. "Got it."

Jon smiles a bit, happy she understood, before turning back to the woman. She offers him a kind smile, and from how she looked, from the dimples in her cheeks all the way to the wrinkles in her eyes, he could tell that she was genuine.

"What are you looking for, deary?" she asks him, her voice rough. He could tell she had lived in the North for years. It was people like this that he had been trying to protect, the ones that didn't deserve the shitstorm that nearly came for them.

He was glad to see so many still here.

"My daughter and I could use some hot food. We've been on the road for terribly long." He offers a coin of silver to her. "Bread too would be nice."

"Look at your cheeks!" she states, looking at Dan. "They're as red as a tomato. You must be freezing."

Dan shrugs a little. "It's not too bad. Some stew would make me warm though."

"Clever girl." She looks back at Jon. "I can get you two something in a little bit. Would you like some ale, too?"

Jon shakes his head. "No, please. Just the food and a room."

Her face changes to sadness. "I'm sorry, deary. We just booked our last room."

His face falls. "Really?" He sighs and looks around. "Is there another inn in the city?"

"There are but most of them will be full. The fishing festival is happening soon and many southerners, as well as people from Essos, come for the rarities that they find among the fish from the sea. This last room was booked by a mother and son from Essos, along with some of their group."

Jon sighs, cursing inwardly. Of course now, when they were so close to a warm bed again, things had to go wrong.

Dan, being the brilliant little girl she was, stood up. "What if we worked for a roof over our heads?"

Jon's brow furrows and the woman looks at her confused. "What do you mean, dear?"

"You're a nice woman. One of the few we've met while we've been journeying. If you let us clean up your pub, make it look nice, take out the garbage if you need it …we can work to stay in a backroom or something. Just so we can be out of the cold. It's my first time in a city…I don't want to spend it in a tent."

The woman looks at her quietly before nodding her head. "We can do something like that if you agree, father?"

Jon was still in shock at her quick wits. He shakes himself from his stupor and looks over at her. "Of course we can."

The woman nods. "Alrighty. If you want to get started, clear off the table you're going to be eating at. I'll bring over some stew in a bit." She goes to the kitchen but then turns and looks back at Dan. "Curious little girl, you are, you know that?"

Dan smiles. "I do, thanks."

The woman smiles again before disappearing behind the curtain to the kitchen.

Jon looks over at Dan as they clear the table, before sitting down across from each other. "You are something else, my daughter."

Her head tilts. "Why do you say that?"

"Just so smart," he mutters. "Didn't even occur to me we could work. But I guess it sounds better coming from a child's mouth than a grown adult." He looks over at her and sees her smiling. "What is it?"

"I was quicker than you."

"Oh, stop." The woman brings over some hot tea for them and he thanks her, and once she leaves, he turns back to his daughter. "I know you're quick on your feet, but be careful. If you say something witty to the wrong man, he could yank off your scarf cause he's angry…people are stupid that way."

"I promise I'll be more careful," she says softly.

Jon nods. "Good."

Within a half-hour, their food comes, and the two delve into it, their hunger eating away at them until the savory taste of chicken and broth slid down their tummies. Jon would look around every couple of minutes to make sure no one was watching.

They were pretty hidden. They were in a corner, their hoods on, their faces low and almost concealed by darkness. But his nerves still got the better of him.

As he finished up the last little bits of his soup, he looks up and feels his heart stop for a moment. A woman and a little boy go up the stairs to the rooms, but for a second, he could have sworn he saw a flash of platinum blonde hair.

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. He was truly crazy.

"Are you okay?" Dan asks softly.

Jon glances over at the staircase again. The two figures were gone. "I'm fine," he states, sighing before turning back to her. "Keep eating. We have a long night of cleaning ahead of us."

I wonder who the flash of hair could be?

Just to warn, next two chapters are going to be intense. Which means I'm really excited to write them. This is where the story starts to pick up like crazy and things are gonna move quickly so I hope ya'll are ready.

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