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Daenerys

Looking back on it, Daenerys should have gone with them.

She was the one where the flames couldn't harm her but knowing her guards, there was no way they would have let her gone without putting up a fight for their 'queen.' Maybe they would have let her pass because she was the one in charge. In hindsight, she should've.

Jon had left so quickly that she barely had the chance to even say she would go with him. He was out the door, trying to be the hero.

A part of her really hoped he was because the fact that as soon as she let Daemon out of her sight, something like this happens, has to mean something.

She couldn't believe Jon was the one outside, looking for them. Seven hells, she couldn't even believe he was here…a part of her still didn't think it to be true, that all of this was some sort of illusion. But she knew it had to be.

His touch had felt real on her arm, even when she pulled away. This was real. Very real. Gods, she could barely even look at him. It just hurt the wound in her heart even more with each second she did, but right now, he was out there trying to get them back safely. She needed to be smart about this.

"Fuck," she mutters, shaking her head. She steps away from the window, glancing around. Her mind was playing tricks on her. These were her children, one she knew and the other she didn't even have a chance to know. And she was standing here, waiting on someone else to save them?

What the hell kind of mother was she?

She shakes her head and suddenly runs out, tightening it around her head. The innkeeper stares at her, completely shocked.

"What are you doing?!" she yells.

"Saving my children," she answers. She wasn't going to let them do this alone.

How had they even gotten themselves into this in the first place?

Daemon and Dan, Ten Minutes Prior to the Incident

"Why do you think they kicked us out?" Dan asks quietly as they walked through the streets.

Daemon looks down at her and sighs. "Your father never told you, did he?"

Her brow furrows. "Tell me what?"

Daemon turns to her as they walk. "That he killed Daenerys Targaryen?"

Dan rolls her eyes. "He did tell me that, thank you. But I don't understand what this has to do with the situation."

He stares at her and she does too, confused. "Wow, you don't know," he murmurs before gesturing towards the inn. "That was Daenerys Targaryen. My mother. And she's your mother too."

Dan takes one step back, then another, before she suddenly shakes her head and stares at him. "You're wrong. There's no way. My father found me in a shack…he would never lie to me. The only thing he ever lied about was that he killed her, but now….I…I don't understand."

Daemon walks her forward. He didn't know that he would have the be the one to explain this to her, but he guessed now was better than never. "He didn't lie to you. He just didn't know – or was just plain in denial." He turns to her. "Hard to deny it, though…you look exactly like my mother."

"Stop," she says firmly, looking at the ground. "I just…I need to think. You say that I'm…her daughter. But that doesn't explain her death. The records have shown that she died. I was found in the North and she was gods know where. And you're saying I am her daughter? Are you daft?"

"It sounds daft until you learn." They walk further into the market, heading towards the sept near the end where some of the best fish were, near the sea. "Mother was killed. Your father didn't lie about that. But she was brought back to life by the Lord of Light."

"The…The Lord of Light?" she asks, her voice laced with confusion.

"Yes. Trust me, I don't understand it quite fully yet…but my mother was brought back through a red priestess, a servant of the Lord of Light, named Kinvara. Ever since then, she's lived in the pyramid of Meereen with us due to a debt we can't repay – our lives."

She stares at him. "You know for someone so young you speak very well."

"And you don't think you do either?" he chuckles as they walk forward. "That's another issue we'll talk on later - after she was brought back, Kinvara saw that our mother was pregnant with us, and once we were born, we were together for four months until you suddenly vanished."

"Vanished?"

"Into thin air. Legend says one guard saw you and in a blink away you were gone. I guess the Lord of Light or whatever is up there thought you would be better suited with your father for the time being."

"Wait." She turns to him. "You say we're…siblings or something like that. How do you know?"

"You mean you haven't been having dreams lately?"

Her face changes and she glances at the ground. "I, uh…I've been having one dream, but it's not really fun. It's more of a nightmare. But it was on a pyramid, on a balcony…and someone did speak to..." She wrings her hands together.

"See? I've been having dreams too, but this time in the North. I knew it was someone I was meant to meet…and that was you. Despite you hiding your hair."

"What? I'm not-"

"Dan. You don't need to fake it." He nudges her side. "I get it. My mother is doing the same thing. One sliver of your hair being seen and the whole world will crash down."

She bites her lip and sighs as they finally walk through the sept. "So…if she's our mother…then we really are siblings?" she asks finally, looking up at him.

"It appears so…in that case, I'm Daemon," he states quietly, a smile on his face.

She smiles a little. He was being friendly, at least trying to make this strange situation a better one. And she was never one to turn down someone trying to be nice. So she reaches out and shakes his hand, trying to understand. "Dan."

"Dan." He shakes his head and pulls away. "I see your father isn't creative."

"He's your father too if we're siblings," she states quietly.

Daemon shakes his head as they stare at the statues around the sept. "I know…but my mother told me he killed her. And that's sort of hard not to see."

"She burned down thousands of innocent people!" Dan whispers fiercely to him. "You don't think that's a good enough reason?!"

"She barely remembers why," Daemon interjects, crossing his arms across his chest. "How do you explain that?"

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

Daemon sighs before glancing around. He then pulls Dan to the side, making sure no one was listening. "I know my mother burned people alive. She hasn't kept history hidden from me…but she tells me that she doesn't even remember why she did it. She says the last thing she remembered doing when she was thinking right was that she was at dinner with a couple of people the night before, and then the next she was in the throne room with a dagger in her. It was like…I don't know, something took over her."

"Madness," Dan mutters.

"That's not it," Daemon instantly states, shaking his head. "She isn't like that…I know she's not…there has to be something else. There just has to be."

Dan raises a brow as they stare up at a statue. It was looking, staring down at them like someone who was studying who they were, as if they were worthy or not.

"Do you think we're supposed to be meant for something?" Dan asks Daemon quietly. "Because if we were…I don't see any other reason why we would be brought back."

"You are."

The voice makes Dan jump, but Daemon turns around and smiles as a young woman comes over to them. She stares at her, confused.

"Who is this?" Dan asks quietly, feeling stared down by her eyes.

"Dan, this is Kinvara. She's the red priestess that brought back mother."

"Oh don't put it all on me. It was the Lord of Light that did it." She comes forward and rests a hand on the girls cheek. Dan instantly takes three large steps back, staring up at her. Kinvara smiles at her gently. "Please, my princess. I would never harm you. I'm merely looking."

Dan stares up at her as the woman comes forward, her hand on her cheek again. "Did…did you say, princess?" Dan asks softly.

"Yes…because it's true." She turns to Daemon. "You and your mother have found the other Targaryen."

Daemon smiles. "Told you."

"Wait. How do you know?" Dan turns to her. "You have no idea where I come from. Where I was born. What gives you the right-"

Suddenly, a series of pictures flash through Dan's mind. A ceiling, made of gold and silver. A small crib, and next to her, a tiny babe. She was crying. A woman – Kinvara – appeared over her and held her close, whispering to her that she would be alright. Something screeches from outside.

The picture changes and she brings her to a room. A woman's body lay still on a slab of stone, covered by a blanket. Kinvara brings her close, holding her out. The woman had her hair, her face…It was Daenerys.

"This is your mother," Kinvara says, humming something softly. It was a lullaby. "When she does awaken – hopefully soon – the dragons will save the light from the dark."

The picture suddenly changes again, this time in a cold cabin. The next image is of a man picking her up, swaddling her in clothes. She looks up and feels her heart stop. It's her father. He's smiling at her, keeping her close, until the warm embers of fire bring her back to life.

Dan takes a few steps back, staring up at Kinvara.

"Do you believe me now?" the woman says to her gently.

"I…I…" She swallows, backing up until she suddenly backs up into a man behind her. She falls after tripping over his shoe. He looks down at her, about to apologize, when he froze.

Dan looks up and feels on her head, before feeling her heart speed up. Her scarf had fallen.

She takes her scarf and shoves it over her head, but before she could say anything, the man was coming at her with a knife he pulls directly from his belt. Kinvara instantly steps in front and pushes him towards a lighted pier, sending it down to the ground. The clothe that was resting from the curtains caught on fire, and the man did as well, his screams echoing.

Others who hadn't witnessed her hood coming off scurried out at the quickly spreading fire. But as soon as Dan tried to leave, two other men who had seen her were on her case, grabbing at her back.

"You're coming with us, Targaryen," they growl at her.

Dan uses her elbows against them to get away, kneeling them in the gut and running back to Daemon and Kinvara, but before they could come at her, Daemon comes in and takes out a small sword Dan didn't even know he had, before swiping it at the men's legs, slicing open what looked like their ankles.

They fall to the ground in pain as Kinvara pushes them towards the exit, but as they do, more men start to appear.

"The one time I don't bring a weapon," Dan mutters under her breath, staying behind Daemon.

"You're not getting to them!" Kinvara exclaims, standing in front.

The men chuckle, stepping forward. "And what's a little woman like you going to do about that?" he snarls.

Suddenly, the ceiling above them beings to collapse from the fire, and falls. Daemon pushes Kinvara out of the way before doing the same to Dan, the rubble falling between them, separating the three. Smoke starts to appear, blocking their sight. They could hear a scream of pain, followed by more of the ceiling falling and then silence, except for the flames.

They had been crushed.

"Kinvara?!" Daemon yells.

"Stay here! I'm going to get help!" she exclaims back, before running out of the entrance. Daemon looks around and sees debris falling from all corners. Dan jumps behind Daemon, yelling in fear when a piece almost falls on her. The fire begins to spread towards them. "Daemon," she whispers.

"Don't worry," he tries to reassure. "Someone will come."

"And if they don't?" she asks fearfully.

He only offers a look, keeping his eyes on the fire spreading towards them. He may be a Targaryen, but he had never tested anything regarding to fire as his mother had. And right now, he was starting to wonder if they even had a choice.

'Please, someone come,' his mind whispers, as smoke started to engulf them.

Present Time, Jon

"Where are they?" he asks quickly.

"In the sept! Dan, she-my queen, what are you doing here?!"

Jon turns around to see Daenerys rushing towards the sept. Jon stops her. "Why didn't you stay at the inn?"

"Because these are my children too," she instantly states, turning to him. "I'm not letting them be crushed by rubble." She turns to Kinvara. "Fire cannot burn a dragon. I'm going to be fine."

"Wait, what does that even mean?" Jon asks quickly. He knew Daenerys had ridden dragons, but he had never heard of her not being hurt my fire. He had known about the Targaryens and how they might be immune to fire, but he never saw it happen with Daenerys.

Daenerys throws him a look before heading towards the sept. Kinvara grabs at her hand.

"My queen, you can't go in alone," she instantly states. "The ceiling is burning and falling; you must go in with someone."

Daenerys turns to Jon, as a yell of pain was heard from the inside. "Let's go then!" she yells at him, leaving no room for argument. Jon curses and looks at Kinvara.

"Go to the inn, take shelter there." The young woman nods and runs off. Jon follows in after Daenerys, helping her push aside a piece of rubble from the door. She looks around and he could see men trying to dig through the rubble – some of her guards, he assumed. They head to the middle, digging through the rubble. As they got closer, he could see the fire starting to block their way.

"Father!" he could hear Dan yell.

"We're coming, stay there!" he yells at them. He turns to Daenerys. "If we don't get to them in time-"

"I know!" she snaps, suddenly pushing away a large piece of rubble, right down in front of them. It blocks a part of the fire, allowing them to get through.

"Smart." He does the same thing, creating a larger pathway for them. They rush over the mantle of broken wood before it was consumed, rushing behind a statue to see Daemon holding Dan up. She was holding her ankle. "What happened?" Jon asks, pulling her up into his arms.

"A piece of rubble fell into my ankle," Dan states, swallowing. "It hurts a lot."

"You're going to be okay. Just take deep breaths." He turns around to see some of the guards copying what they had done to reach the children, the fire surrounding them. "We need to rush." He turns to Daenerys, who nods at him before shouting out.

"Guide the way! Keep the fire away from the children!" she commands. They yell in unison and begin to do so. They cover the children with their bodies, rushing them out through the entrance as each guard moved the wood to stop the fire, and as each piece was consumed, they would ignite another one, keeping the path.

Eventually, they somehow get out of the smoke, pushing them towards the inn as quickly as possible. One by one, the guards come after them, leaving the fire behind them and the falling apart sept. Civilians rush away, heading to their own homes.

They run inside once they reach the inn, the last guard slamming the door behind them and taking a chair to block anyone else from coming in. Jon gently sets Dan down on one of the chairs at a table, seeing her cringe in pain. He turns to Daemon.

"What in the seven hells happened out there?"

Daenerys turns to Daemon, who was quiet. "You can tell us, Daemon. We won't be mad."

He swallows and turns to Kinvara. "When we were walking, I was telling her about who she was…we made it into the sept and we ran into Kinvara. She was having doubts, and then Kinvara tried to prove to her that she was a Targaryen, and whatever she saw shocked her."

Daenerys looks over at Kinvara. "Why would you do this?"

"My queen." She walks over calmly. "I only tried to show her the crib that she was in with her brother when she was born, and that was it. The Lord of Light commanded me to prove her that. Anything else she might have seen was of her own accord."

"Lord of Light? Not this bullshit again," Jon mutters, shaking his head. He had seen enough red priestess in his life from Melisandre to feel that half of what they said was just nonsense, but he had a feeling that they took it seriously.

Daenerys throws him a glare before she turns to Dan and walks towards the young girl. "What else did you see?"

Dan swallows quietly and glances at her. "I, um…I did see a crib but then I saw Kinvara holding me, humming something…and then I saw you, on the table. And then everything changed, and I was in the cold…and then I saw you, father." She looks over at him. "When…when you found me."

"Visions of the past," Kinvara whispers, stepping forward. "Did you see anything else?"

"No. Just that." She moves slightly and her ankle begins to hurt more. Her face visibly cringes. Daenerys rests a hand on her ankle.

"Are you alright? Can you walk on it?"

"A little."

Jon comes over and rests his hands against her ankle, squeezing gently. She doesn't flinch. When he reaches the top, she cringes, and he nods his head quietly at her reaction. "You must have pulled something. I don't feel anything broken. Daenerys." He turns to her. "Do you have anyone who might be able to help her?"

"On our ship…she may come to it for help."

"Wait." She looks over at her. "What about my father?"

Daenerys sighs. "Dan-"

"I know what he did." Daenerys looks up at her, and Dan nods. "I know that you probably hate him with your whole heart. Daemon told me. But he's still my father. And I'm not going anywhere without him."

Jon felt his heart swell with pride at her statement, but he kept his face neutral. He looks over at Daenerys, who was quiet. Daemon pulls at her hand, nodding.

"He should be there with her."

Daenerys looks at her son quietly, before looking back at Dan. Jon could see the emotions shift in her face, from thought to confliction to resolution, before finally sighing and turning to Jon. "You may come. But under watch."

Jon nods quietly, thankful she understood. At that moment, the innkeeper comes over.

"I overheard what you said. That you're a Targaryen." Daenerys stands, but the innkeeper raises her hands in defense. "I am not going to turn you in. Don't worry."

Her brow furrows. "Everyone here would put an arrow in my eye as soon as they knew who I was. Why aren't you?"

"I know what you have done, Daenerys Targaryen," the woman states quietly, her arms folding across her chest. "I know of the horrors of Kings Landing. But I am a woman who focuses on the present and not on the past…you and your men have been nothing but kind towards me. You are safe under my roof until you find a safe way out of the city."

Daenerys offers a soft smile. "Thank you."

Jon comes over and offers her silver, but the woman shakes her head. "No more coin from you. You and your daughter have done enough for me here." Jon squeezes the woman's shoulder.

"Thank you. We do not deserve your kindness."

"Oh stop, dear," she states, shaking her head. "You've done more cleaning in here than some of my wenches."

Jon chuckles, before turning serious again. "Can you make sure no one comes in here until we leave?"

"Of course." She offers a kind smile before heading out the door. The guards blocks it once again once she leaves.

Jon turns back to them, walking towards the children again. "That still doesn't explain how the fire started," he states, turning to Daemon. "You said Kinvara spurred on visions or something in Dan, but what made the fire happen? Surely not that."

"I was shocked," Dan interrupts, and all heads turn to her. "I…I didn't know what to do. I backed up and I…I tripped over the shoe of one of the men there. When I fell back…my hair was revealed. It was an accident, I swear! But before I could pull my scarf over my head, more people saw me and they…they all started to attack me. Daemon and Kinvara kept them off as much as they could. Kinvara knocked the man into a pyre of fire, but more saw me and…I'm so sorry, father."

She instantly starts to cry. Jon rushes over, shushing her. "It's alright," he whispers, but inside, he was panicking. If they saw her, who knows who else did?

He pulls back a moment later, wiping at her tears. "Who else saw?"

Dan shakes her head, gulping. "I don't know. I really don't."

Jon turns towards Daenerys, who was quiet. She was thinking, her face pensive. She looks back towards him. "If more people saw her-"

"She's in danger," he finishes gravely. "We're all in danger."

We about to have some dramaaa

Either way, a lot of people asked me "why didn't Daenerys go?" I wanted inner conflict before she went so :p lol but that is the reason why. And now next chapter, we're going to have even more drama arise so stay tuned.

Also, quick note. The reason I made Jon question her whole "fire" thing is that in my mind, I cannot recall her ever telling him she could survive fire, and I don't think he ever saw that. In my story, he's heard of the myth of it but never actually seen it. That will be for another time during this story, just to clarify! If I'm wrong please let me know because I truly want to make sure this can be as right as possible haha

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