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Daenerys

"Wow, look at that!"

Daenerys chuckles as she watches her son go through the crowds of White Harbor. Her son had met the people of Meereen, but never had he been so involved with normal life. A part of her wished she could give her son that life, but she knew no matter where she went, something would follow her.

It had taken them a month to get to White Harbor. They had to have been very careful that they weren't seen by enemy ships, considering they did not have any banners. For all pirates knew, they were just people sailing. They could have been easily robbed.

But thankfully, they made it without many bumps in the way. There were a couple of moments where the ship was rocky but other than that, they were okay.

While they were sailing her, Daenerys kept thinking about the last time she was on a boat. It had been with Jon, all those years ago, to sail back to the North into this very harbor. But now, looking back on those memories, all she could feel was pain and sorrow.

A part of her would always love Jon, as much as she hated to admit it. But her child was because of him…and maybe even this girl if they saw her.

They had been there for a day, and still no sighting of any blonde hair, or even the mentioning of 'Dyeana,' nothing. A part of her almost wanted to think that this trip was for nothing.

But at the end of the day, her son seemed happy that they were there. Even if she was getting more anxious by the day.

They had brought some of their best guards with them but made sure they looked like common people so as not to draw attention. The one person she didn't bring, though, was Daario.

She knew he felt angry because of it, but at the same time, it was better for him to remain in Westeros. As much as she appreciated the fact that he cared for her so deeply, she knew that if one person mislaid a hand on her, he would lose his shit and cut someone's arm off.

And that was the last thing she wanted. To bring even more attention to an already mysterious-looking person, cloaked by scarves and robes.

But the one thing she would at least enjoy for now would be seeing her son smiling as they walked through the markets. Daemon had never been a material boy, but she knew that he appreciated buying things every now and then.

Kinvara had come with them and had originally come into the market with the two. But after a few moments, she had said that she wanted to visit the sept to see how they treat the Lord of Light here. So, Daenerys had let her go and said that as long as she was back before nightfall, that was all that mattered. Besides, it gave her and her son a little more alone time to relax for the time-being.

"What? The statue?" she asks him.

"Yeah, check it out." He grabs the statue and holds it up to her. "It's like one of those things I've seen in my dreams. Um…a direwolf, right?"

Daenerys gets a closer look at the statue and feels herself sigh. "It is, you're right." She looks at the statue and could feel a couple of the good memories coming back, but she pushes them out. Instead, she hands the carved wood statue to her son. "Would you want it?"

"It is pretty cool." He bites his lip and nods. "What about maybe gifting it to someone who might want it more?"

Daenerys' brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I think the carving is nice, but the north people here probably have more appreciation for it." She looks down at him and smiles.

"That's very kind of you, Daemon."

He shrugs. "Might as well do one good thing while we are."

Daenerys sighs but turns to the merchant, paying them a few pieces of silver for it. The man hands it to her and they walk back towards the inn. "I promise that we will find something worth looking for. This wasn't for nothing." She looks down at him and squeezes his shoulder. "Don't think that you aren't smart because we haven't found anything yet. It could be right under our noses."

Daemon smiles at his mother's attempts to cheer him up. "I hope you're right."

"I know I am." The two of them go into the inn while their men follow after them. They go to sit at an opposite table to keep a close eye, while Daenerys and Daemon go to another one.

She smiles at the old woman behind the counter. She had been able to give them the very last room in the inn by some short of a miracle, and Daenerys had been so grateful. A part of her didn't even know if they would have a place to stay and would have to stay on the ship, but luckily, this woman had one spot left.

They sit down at one of the tables, Daenerys turning to her son. He didn't have to hide as much as she did - her scarf was constantly around her head to hide her hair. But he could at least let his scarf down within the confines of the inn during the day, due to there not being that many people.

"How did you sleep last night?" she asks.

"Good if not for the fish," Daemon states. "They were smelling through the windows."

Daenerys chuckles. "Well, it is a fish festival. I'm sure the people here are used to the smell. We're lucky we're able to stay somewhere that isn't covered by it."

At that moment, someone small comes over to the table, smiling. Her head was covered in a scarf, much like Daenerys', which piqued her interest. But what surprised her, even more, was what came out of her mouth.

"What can I get for you?"

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "You seem a little young to be serving people."

The girl raises an eyebrow. "If you don't mind me saying, miss, but everyone deserves a little extra coin no matter how old."

Daenerys chuckles. "Okay, then. I'll take a cup of tea."

She turns to the boy. "And yo-" She pauses as she looks at Daemon, whose brow was furrowed. "Do I know you?"

Daemon shakes his head. "This is my first time in the North, so probably not." The girl's face fell. Daemon looks over at Daenerys before back at her. "Doesn't mean I can't get to know you."

The girl chuckles and shakes her head. "Sorry…I've just been having dreams lately of many people. You reminded me of someone I don't even think I know." She sighs and shakes her head. "Two teas, then?"

Daemon nods. "That sounds good."

"Be right back."

She leaves to go get the drink. Daenerys turns to Daemon. "What are you thinking, my son?"

"I think that might be her."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "What? Why do you think that?"

"Why else would a girl my age be wearing a scarf around her head?" he asks her. "She must have your hair…which means she's hiding."

Daenerys looks back over at the girl, who was hiding her hair underneath a scarf. It did make sense, that she would be hiding who she was underneath her piece, but at the same time, why would she be working in an inn? Out of everywhere, she thought they'd have to travel much more north before they came close to finding her.

"She's coming back," Daenerys states. Daemon quiets down before she comes around the corner with tea, setting them down on the table. Before she could leave, Daenerys gently grasps her arm. "Can you tell me your name, child?"

"Um…" She looks around as if trying to spot someone among the crowd of people. Daenerys' brow furrows.

"What's wrong?"

"I just don't know how comfortable my father would be giving my name out."

"I'm sorry," Daenerys says softly, retracting her arm. "It's just, you've been so kind to us, we wanted to know who to thank for your service."

The young girl smiles before rubbing the back of her neck. "Um…it's Dan."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "Dan? Isn't that a boy's name?"

Dan sighs and shakes her head. "My father says my name is Dany, but he calls me Dan."

Daenerys felt her heart stop for a moment. No, that had to just be a coincidence. "Huh…interesting."

Daemon glances at her before looking back at Dan. "Why are you working here really? There's no way you normally work here."

Dan smiles a bit. "No, you're right. We've been traveling from here from the North, and we didn't want to spend the night in a tent with all the fish…we came in here and the nice lady agreed that if we work and clean and serve, we could sleep in the backroom because the last room was taken before we could get it."

Daenerys' face fell. "Damn it, I'm sorry. That was us. I didn't know there would be another family coming so late into the festivities."

Dan shrugs. "It's fine. We're okay. Plus, I got to meet some nice people…and some weird people too."

Daenerys chuckles. "What do you mean, weird?" she snickers.

Dan bites her lip before nodding over in the direction of the farthest corner of the bar. "You see that man over there?" The two nod. "He came up, ordered five whole chickens, and somehow ate all of them."

"That's not that hard," Daemon states.

Dan raises her brow. "The day you can somehow eat five full chickens in that small body, your meals for the rest of your lives will be free."

"Is that a challenge?"

"You bet it is."

Daenerys chuckles at the young girls antics. She was sweet. Even if she wasn't meant to be hers, she knew that she was making someone else very happy.

Daemon rolls his eyes, before looking at her. "You said you're from the North, right?"

Dan nods. "Really North."

Daemon then reaches into their bag and pulls out the direwolf statue. "I know the Starks and the direwolves are big here in the North…thought I would give this to someone who would like it. And you've been really nice – if not challenging."

Dan laughs before smiling at him. "Thank you…?"

"Daemon," he finishes.

"Daemon," she states, still smiling. "This means a lot…the direwolf means…a lot to my family, to say the least." Before Daenerys could ask any more questions, the door to the backroom opens and a man comes out. Dan looks up and smiles brightly. "Father!"

She runs over to the man, nearly crashing into him. Daenerys smiles as she shows him the statue, and she sees him smile at it as well. He looks up to see who had been the person to give it to them, and Daenerys was prepared to wave them over to talk.

But as soon as she saw the man's face, her whole entire body froze, as if she had just been placed in a bath of ice. By the changing of his smile to a frown, and then a completely shocked look, he knew it too.

It was him.

Jon

He felt every part of his mind being shut down. Everyone around him faded out into the distance and nothing else mattered but the one woman in front of him. He couldn't see her hair, and the normal person wouldn't be able to identify her, but he knew exactly who it was.

Daenerys…alive.

They stared at each other for he didn't even know how long. And there were so many emotions that fluttered through her green eyes. Grief, shock, surprise, but mostly rage. So much rage. He could see the anger filtering through every part of her face.

But he didn't even focus on that. He was more focused on the fact that she was actually alive. Daenerys Targaryen was fucking alive.

After he had put a dagger in her heart.

"….father!"

The sound makes him jump, and he looks down at a very annoyed Dan. She was staring up at him, a confused look on her face.

"Is everything okay?" she asks, her voice quiet. "I had to yell my head off to get you."

"Yeah..yes, every….everything is fine," he breathes.

"Well…that nice boy gave me this. Isn't it pretty?" She shows him a statue that looked like a direwolf, and he felt himself snort. Like that meant much to him besides Arya anymore and the direwolves he had in the back of the inn. But he knew it was something Dan would like.

"It's beautiful, Dan." His gaze moves back over to Daenerys, who was still staring at him in total anger. "Let's um…go talk to them."

Dan nods and follows after him, but Jon kept his eyes on Daenerys. She doesn't speak, doesn't move, as he comes over to her. He swallows and places a hand on Dan's back.

"I wanted to thank you for, um…your generosity," he states. "My daughter really loves the statue."

"I'm glad," she states, although her voice was filled with bitterness. She turns her head to her son. "Daemon, how about you go out and show Dan around?"

"But-"

"Now."

That left no room for argument. The command that dripped from her mouth was enough for anyone to follow what she said. Daemon swallows and nods, standing up. Dan looks over at her father, confused. He nods at her.

"I'll be alright. Just have to talk."

She doesn't say anything as Daemon takes her outside of the pub. Daenerys stands. At that moment, the men at the other table stand as well, but she raises her hands, her eyes still on Jon.

"Stay here," she commands. They sit. Gods, was she still ruling over somewhere? "We're just going to talk about things. With an old friend."

Oh, the smile on her face was toxic. It was filled with malice and hate. And he knew he was in for some conversation.

"Come."

She guides him towards the stairs that lead up to the rooms. He follows after her, unsteadily, worried about what might come. As they descend into the farthest room, she closes the door behind them, letting him go in first. As soon as she closes the door, she turns around.

Before he could even speak, she lands the hardest punch to the nose he thinks he ever experienced. He holds his face hard, pulling back his fingers to see blood dripping out, and then looks up to see the angry face of Daenerys.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hisses.

"What are you doing here?!" he asks incredulously, wiping the blood from his nose. "I…I thought you were dead. I…"

"You what?! After you stabbed me in the heart?! Is that what you want to say?!" she snaps at him, coming closer. "Jon, I swear to all the gods in the world above us and the ground beneath us that if you for some reason didn't have that sweet girl with you I would kill you where you stood."

Jon looks over at her, the rage evident throughout her cheeks, her eyes, her frown. He never thought he would have to face this day. But here he was.

"Dany-"

"Don't you…don't you dare call me that," she whispers, her voice broken. "You lost that privilege when you killed me."

"Daenerys, listen to me." At this point, the bleeding in his nose had stopped. He tries to come forward but she takes a step back, shaking her head. "You had just burned and killed thousands of innocent lives! That was never the Dan-Daenerys that I knew," he corrects, knowing she was very tense. "If I didn't stop you-"

"Then what?!"

He tries to find the right words, but nothing came to him. "Daenerys…" He sighs and takes a deep breath, sitting against the bed in her room. "I know I can never gain your forgiveness for what I did. I know I should have spoken with you, talked you down, whatever it took, but my mind…it was scattered when you did that. I had so many voices in my head and at the time, you threatened to conquer everyone, including my family, and-"

"And your first instinct was to kill me?" she cries, anger pouring out of her voice. "Fuck, Jon, you could have just talked to me! I loved you, for fuck's sake." She collapses into a chair, her head in her hands. "I still remember those screams, the heat, the blood...but I barely remember everything after. But the one thing I do remember was you doing that to me. And the pain. Fuck."

He had never seen her curse so much as she was now. In that moment, her hair started to reveal itself, her hood falling. There she was. And she looked practically the same as she did five years ago. Still just as beautiful.

"I know," he whispers. "I know, and I regret it to this day." He stands and walks over to her. "I regret the moment I put that dagger in you because there has been nothing, no one that has made me happier than you besides my own daughter…which, I never believed but…"

Daenerys shakes her head, stepping away. "I can't…I can't even look at you," she whispers, her head in her hands.

Jon looks down at her, feeling his heart sink at her expression. He felt horrible. He never thought he would have to face her for this.

"Dan," he says quietly. Daenerys finally glances up at him. "She…she has your hair. I never thought she could be yours but…"

Daenerys looks at him, her face perplexed, thinking before she speaks. "You really want to know why I decided to suddenly drag my son and I here? To a place where I know, I would be killed on sight? Because Daemon and I have been having visions of a girl, with my hair and…and your eyes, in our home. And in his visions, she was here in the North."

Jon feels himself sit down. "So…that means that…"

"Yes, Daemon is your son." She stands and glances outside. The children were far into the festival now, closely watched by one of the guards. "And Dan is my daughter."

"I didn't think it was possible...I found her all alone in a cabin...in the mountains," he explains.

Daenerys sighs. "Kinvara said that Dan disappeared without a trace. Some thought she was kidnapped...I think she was just...put there. Like some god or...something took her there. Maybe she was just...meant to be with you." She glances over at him. "Dany? Really?"

"I wanted to name her after you," he states softly, looking up at her. For a moment, her expression of rage turned to one of comfort, before turning back to anger.

"Well…I appreciate the small sentiment," she states quietly, glancing away. "But calling her Dan…seems a little man-ish."

"I know…but whenever I would call her that, I would just think of…you know."

Daenerys glances at him again before taking a seat at the desk in the corner. "Have you ever thought of the name, Dyeana?"

He feels his head perk up. He had never thought of the name, but for some reason, it felt right. His brow furrows. "No…but…it's not bad."

"That's the name we've had for her in our visions," she explains, sighing. "Of course when I found out her name was Dan, I was a bit discouraged, but…it makes sense." She stands and looks outside and then at Jon. "She's been with you this whole time?"

"Yes. And Daemon?"

"Of course." She smiles a little. "He's become a swordsman…as young as he is. He's aged-"

"Quickly." He stands and looks over at her. "Do you have any idea why?"

Daenerys stares at him, before sighing. "Jon, I don't even know why I'm here. You killed me. I shouldn't even be talking to you. I should have left when I saw you. This feels too familiar." She goes to leave but he gently grabs her hand. Suddenly, she yanks it away, glaring at him. "Don't touch me."

"I'm sorry," he instantly states. "But this isn't something you can just walk out on…we have children together, Daenerys. Living beings. And I'm not just going to let you go without explaining this to Dan or Dyeana or whatever…even to Daemon. I haven't even properly met him."

"And what makes you think I want you to meet him?" she asks angrily.

That made him stop. He never thought about that, but standing here, staring at her, there was no way he was going to let her get away that easily.

"Daenerys." He takes a step forward. She doesn't move, but he could see her breathing quicken. "You may never forgive me for what I did, but you are not going to stop me from seeing my son. He is not going to grow up without knowing who he is. He's not going to live in a lie. I won't allow it. So either you let me speak with him, or I swear to all the seven hells I will follow after you until I get the chance to."

Daenerys glares up at him, but even he could see the struggle in her eyes. She understood. She had grown up with no parents. Only her brother – who was fucking sadistic – as her only family for many years. And Jon knew this was what was right.

After a moment, she looks away. "Daemon has been having these dreams for years, apparently." She looks over at him. "And I wanted him to meet this girl so badly…and now, she's here." She looks up at him. "But I didn't think you would ever be back. Especially with her."

"Then shouldn't this be meant to be? That we're here, together, all of us, at this very moment? I've never believed in magic or destiny but this seems pretty much like it," he asks her, walking forward. "Daenerys, I'm not asking for your forgiveness…I don't think I could ever after what I did. Even after what you did. Many things have happened that have fucked us over. But for the sake of our children - please don't turn me away. Please."

She swallows, looking up at him. At that moment, he could see the struggle, the confusion. He wanted to tell her that he would never hurt her again, that his whole life was about protecting his daughter, and that he would protect her and Daemon too. He wanted to say that he never thought he would have a family, and even if they're screwed up, they were still family now.

But before either could say anything, there was a loud explosion outside. Daenerys runs over to the window as does Jon, both of their eyes moving towards the market.

In the distance, they could see smoke rising from a fire. Something had happened.

"The children," she whispers.

Daenerys instantly grabs her scarf and puts it over her head, running out to the guards. They stand as soon as she comes running into the room, Jon following hot on her heels. "What is it, my queen?" one of them asks.

Jon's brow furrows. She really was ruling somewhere else, but he guessed that was a question for another time.

"The children, Daemon and Dan…they went to the market to walk around and I heard an explosion from their direction. They might be in trouble," she breathes out quickly. "Daemon is quick but with Dan, I don't know if they'll make it out if something happened to them. Kinvara is out there too...she said she wanted to visit the sept at the end of the market…the explosion might have come from there."

"On our way! Men, move out!" They leave the pub at that. The woman behind the counter runs outside to see what was happening and Jon could see her eyes widen.

"Oh, dear," she whispers.

Jon runs over and looks outside. The smoke was growing larger. He could almost feel the heat.

"Fuck," he hisses before running back in. Daenerys was looking outside, concerned, her eyes wide. "Stay here. I'm going after them?"

"No, you-"

"Daenerys." His voice was firm, unmoving. "I'm not letting our children fucking burn because you want to keep an eye on me. I'm not going to hurt them. You have to trust me."

She stares at him before glancing outside. She lets out a big breath. "Just…be safe and get them back here safely. Please."

Jon nods. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He grabs some sort of napkin to wrap around his mouth so he could go into the flames, before glancing back at Daenerys. She nods at him and he does it back, before running outside. The smoke was growing larger.

"My god, don't go in there!" the shopkeeper says to him, grabbing his arm. "You'll be burned!"

"Don't worry. I'm used to fire." He pulls his arm away and squeezes her own, before walking towards the market. Instantly, smoke clouds his vision. He could feel the heat from the flames. But his mind was focused on one thing.

Daemon and Dan.

As he walks through, he could feel people shuffling by him, trying to get out. He moves closer to the flames before suddenly, he is crashed into by someone of much smaller height. He looks down and sees her cheeks covered in ash, but it was clearly a young woman. She looks up at him, and her eyes instantly recognize him.

"Jon Snow," she whispers.

He looks around to make sure no one heard her say his name before pushing her to the side. "How do you know my name?" he yells over the chatter and the yells of people trying to get away.

"I am Kinvara, a red priestess of Essos." There was a sudden crash behind them from the sept, and a young scream followed. She turns back to him. "And your children are in danger."

Ladies and Gentleman, we have landed in Jonerys land.

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