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Jon

It was a couple of hours later when Jon finally felt that it was okay for him to breathe after the incident earlier. The innkeeper – he needed to find out her name, for the gods sake – had done a good job of keeping out any other patrons that might come in to eat at the pub, and he was thankful.

Dan, who had fallen asleep after some time, was resting against him. Daenerys had been reverently talking to her guards, her voice quiet and rushed. Daemon had stayed at her side.

During the time of looking at him, Jon could clearly tell that Daemon was his son. He couldn't tell much before because he hadn't gotten a proper look but seeing him now, it was as clear as day. His hair was just as dark as his own, except shorter, probably due to wherever they lived, it was hotter.

His face had the same smile as his own, the same nose and the same cheeks. If he was in the North, he was sure that those cheeks would turn just as rosy red as his own did whenever it was freezing. He even held his sword on the same side Jon did – a sword he hadn't seen before.

It was small, meant to be for the size of who he was. It almost reminded Jon of Needle, the sword he had had made for Arya before he departed for the Wall all that time ago, but it seemed sturdier - a stronger sword. He had a feeling Daemon had been training in the ways of the sword and weaponry just as he had done for Dan.

Except he had probably trained for different reasons. He had probably trained because he was the son of a Queen. The son who was meant to learn how to fight. For Dan? It had been for her to know how to protect herself.

And of course, this one time she didn't have her weapons, she was hurt.

'Who knew a bloody market would be a danger?' his mind states quietly. But that didn't justify what happened. No matter what, they needed to make sure they were armed as long as they were here. But because she was spotted, who knew how long they would stay in Westeros now.

His mind instantly moves to Tormund and the freefolk. He had never said that he would be back – he just assumed they would be. But now, that possibility seemed less and less. If more people saw Dan, more were going to come for her.

He starts to think of possible places they could go to. Maybe they could hop on a boat to Bravvos, join Essos, but he knew that her hair and who she was was very recognizable there too. Maybe on the other side? But he had no idea what the fuck was there. If he was bringing Dan somewhere, he needed to at least have an idea of what he was sailing towards.

Maybe to some of the islands off the coast of Westeros, but he had no idea what was there either. He knew that they were habitable, but by what? He had heard stories of green-faced women and men and sick people from butterflies. Was that really what he wanted to put Dan into? No.

"Jon."

The voice breaks him from his thoughts, and he looks up to see Daenerys walk over to him. He glances over at the guards, who all descend up the stairs. It seems whatever she had been talking about was done.

"What is it?" he asks quietly.

Daenerys comes forward gently and then quietly peels back the scarf on Dan's head. Her platinum hair spills out, descending onto her shoulders and past the middle of her back. "She needs to start wearing it up to hide it better," she states.

"Daenerys," he sighs, looking back at her. "What is it? What's going on?"

She sighs and steps back. "Is her ankle still hurting?"

"Before she passed out, she did say it still hurt."

She nods softly. "Bring her to my room. She can sleep on my bed to heal properly instead of a backroom."

His brow furrows. "Why would you offer?"

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "She's my daughter. Why wouldn't I offer?"

'Good point,' he mutters in his head, but a part of him was still distrusting. If anything Daenerys would have put a knife through his heart if she had her way right now, but he had a feeling she was being civil for Dan's sake. He stands and takes Dan gently in his arms, following Daenerys up to her room.

The two walk in and Jon gently lays Dan down onto the bed, tucking her in. The light was low in the small room. He gently moves the candle away from her and blows it out, before moving back out into the hallway where Daenerys was waiting. He closes the door and turns to her.

"We need to talk. Properly," she states quietly. "Where's the backroom?"

Jon nods, guiding her back downstairs. Before he could lead her there, he runs over to the entrance of the inn, looking for the innkeeper. He finds her sitting on a chair, reading some sort of novel. "You must be freezing," he says quietly.

She smiles up at him and shakes her head. "You get used to the cold, my dear." She walks back in. "Is everything alright for now?"

"Yes. The children are asleep and so are the other men…you can rest. Thank you. We can never repay you."

The woman shakes her head. "Don't apologize. It's what the North has to do for each other. If you need any other help, ask me."

She goes to leave, but Jon reaches out for her hand. "Wait. What is your name?"

The woman smiles gently. "Mayala. Just an innkeeper, don't worry."

"Well, thank you, Mayala. We're very grateful."

She smiles once more before leaving. Jon sighs as she heads up the stairs to where she lived. Truly, he didn't know what he would to repay her, even if she said she was alright with nothing. What she did truly meant everything – the ability to buy time.

"Come," he states, sighing, before looking over at Daenerys. "Over here."

She follows him through a hallway to the room that was at the very back. He opens the door and she looks around. It was small, very small, and dimly lit with just one candle in the corner. A small window sat at the very top of the walls, letting in very little light from the street and the moon. There was a cot, and one other that was smaller.

"How do you even walk in here? It's so small," Daenerys asks quietly.

"It's what we had to do to stay hidden. Nothing much. Dan herself actually suggested cleaning up the inn for shelter. Smart girl," he murmurs to himself before sitting down on his cot. She sits at the opposite end, on the smaller cot, looking at him with almost a pensive expression. "You said we had to talk? Let's talk."

Daenerys looks at him before opening her mouth. "After talking with my guards and Daemon, we've both agreed that the best option for Dan is to be hidden."

"Alright…something we can agree on," he states.

"Which is why," she continues. "I think it would be in her best interest to come with me, Daemon and my men back to Essos."

"What?!" Jon instantly stands, looking down at her like she was crazy. "Are you positively mad?"

"Listen to me," she states. This time, it was she who's voice was firm, unwavering. And after everything that had happened with the both of them, he had a feeling he just had to sit his ass down and just listen to what she had to say. So, he takes a deep breath and sits.

"Why do you suggest that of all things?"

"We are beloved in Meereen," she says quietly. "That is where I rule."

"You returned there?"

"I wasn't returned there. I was brought there. Drogon brought me to somewhere in Essos, and Kinvara found me and brought me back. Ever since then, I haven't left. We've rebuilt it, made it safer, smarter, richer…the people there would never harm her, and she would be in our protection. No one – and I repeat, no one, - has ever broken into our great pyramid. She would have a home, a room over her head, food in her, warm clothes…more than any of us have right now, hiding."

Jon stares at her, trying to analyze what she was thinking. With Daenerys, there was always something else going on with her. "You know she won't let you leave without me. She said so earlier."

Daenerys lets out a low breath. "I know that."

Jon shakes his head and stands. "Why are you so against a father being with his daughter?"

"The same reason I'm against you being with me," she states, her tone laced with ice. "I'm afraid you're going to hurt her."

"Hurt her? I love her. She's my fucking daughter!"

"You loved me too." She instantly stands, staring at him. "Or was that all an act as well?"

He could see the pain in her eyes, the memories flash, but even when she said that he still felt that comment to his core. "I did love you," he says quietly. "With every part of who I was. And if you think that was a lie, then you do not know me at all."

"Say that to the wound," she whispers, her voice barely coming out. He could see unshed tears in her eyes, but she refused to cry. She turns away, and he sees her quickly bring a hand to her face before dropping it. "But…" She sighs and glances at the ground. "I suppose I should focus on the ways of our innkeeper."

Jon's brow furrows, her comment breaking him out of his head. "What?"

She sighs and turns to him. "She let us stay and protected us despite knowing what I did…I can hardly look at you without feeling the same contempt that I have felt for the past five years." She glances towards the door. "But when I look at Dan, and I see the way she looks at you…I know no matter what, I could never separate you two. She's too stubborn…and you've clearly done a good job of raising her. Which is why I am proposing a compromise."

She looks back over at him. He crosses his arms, sitting back on the bed. "I'm listening."

"She comes to Meereen. You do as well. She will live in the pyramid – as will you."

"Well that's surprising," he mutters.

"But."

'Nothing someone says before the word 'but' really counts' his father's voice echoes in his head, but Jon pushes that out. "Alright, but?"

"You will be under guard," she states. "You will not leave the pyramid without permission, nor speak to anyone out of terms. Your daughter will be able to visit you, but know that she will be involved with many things there. I want her to know her brother, not just know you. And if anything – I swear to the gods, anything – makes me feel I can't keep you there-"

"You'll burn me," he states, his voice blunt.

"No." She stands up and walks towards the door. "No, I don't burn anyone anymore." There was a haunting tone in her voice. "But I will make sure you will never see your daughter again."

Jon looks over at her, her serious expression not changing. "Can I just ask one question?" he asks. She nods. "Why are you helping if you hate me so much?"

She was silent. She stares at him for a moment, contemplating, before her mouth opens. "Because she is my daughter," she answers. "And just as I am unsafe here, so is she, especially now that she has been exposed. She will be safer the farther she is from Westeros, which is why Meereen is the best option for her. And because she loves you so much, you will stay safe there, too."

Jon watches her stand again, before sighing. When she goes to leave, he calls out to her. "Daenerys."

She turns to him. He walks to her, looking down. She doesn't shake this time, her glance firm. The more he looked at her, the more he realized the little details on her face – the light bags under her eyes, the small redness from bloodshot dazes, the little hairs that would stick up – she was stressed.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently.

She stares at him before taking a step back, shaking her head. It looked like she was about to speak, but held it in. "Get some sleep, Jon. We leave first light. Then we can get Dan checked over on the ship."

Before he could say anything, she left the room, leaving him behind. Jon closes the door and sighs, falling back onto the small cot.

Something else was going on with her. He could feel it. And by the sake of the gods above, he hoped it wasn't like the last time something was wrong.

When the early rays of the morning started to seep through, one of Daenerys' guards woke Jon up quite roughly. He begrudgingly stood and left the room, seeing that Mayala was awake. He walks over and offers her a hug, which she gladly returns.

"We're going to be forever in your debt," he states quietly.

"I told you, no," she chuckles, pulling back. "Just keep your children safe."

Jon nods, the words echoing in his head. That was the goal, and he planned to keep it. Daenerys comes through the door and walks over to the innkeeper as well once Jon pulls away, hugging the older woman as he had before whispering something to her.

Mayala smiles at what she says before Daenerys turns to Jon. "They're heading towards the boat. Follow me."

He gives one last smile at Mayala before descending through the back and out the back door, bringing his hood over his face. He looks around before looking at Daenerys. "Where's Dan and Daemon?" he whispers.

"One of my guards took them both to the ship, but not before Dan made a fuss about…direwolves? Did you bring yours?"

Ghost and Arya. They had been working so much and then all of this happened that he practically forgot about them. "They've been in the stable all this time so we could keep them hidden," Jon states quietly. "Did she-"

"Hound the guard until she got to see them? Yes. They're on the boat as well." Jon nods, but inwardly he lets out a sigh of relief. A part of him hadn't known if Daenerys would allow him or Dan to bring them, but those direwolves were some of the last reminders of who he was before, and he wasn't about to let them go.

They walk through the streets as the sun began to rise. This early in the morning, the only people who might be out were merchants setting up their shops, trying to get an early rise. They were safe for now.

Once they arrive near the harbor, he sees a grand ship that was docked near the end. It was large, brown, and not with many decorations as to stay hidden, but anyone with eyes could tell that someone with money – and a lot of people – owned it.

A part of his mind thought about the last time they were on a boat, but he quickly pushed that out. This was not the time to be thinking about that. He needed to focus on his family.

"You don't think this is suspicious?" he asks.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him. "You've lived in the North your whole life and you think this is strange?" He doesn't answer. "The rich from Essos come here all the time for the fish festival, Jon. A ship like this isn't strange for this time of year."

"How did you know it was going to be the festival though?"

At that, she shrugs. "I don't know. It was just a feeling I had." And with that, they arrived at the very end of the dock, climbing onto the ship. One of the guards help Daenerys on board, while Jon walks on by himself, looking around. Now that he saw, there were many more people on the ship than in the inn. Many more guards.

He could ask why they weren't all at the inn, but when he thought about the question, he had a feeling it sounded just as dumb as he thought it was. There wasn't enough room – hence why they were always in here and not there.

The two of them walk into a small cabin, and instantly, two large animals run at him. Jon smiles a little as he scratches Ghost behind his ears, before doing the same to Arya. He then looks up and sees Dan staring at him, her brow furrowed. Daemon was sitting next to her. "Finally, some answers!" she sighs.

"What is it?" Jon asks as the direwolves walk back over to Dan.

"Daemon keeps telling me we're leaving to go to Essos of all places. He can't be right…right?"

Jon exchanges a glance with Daenerys, who shakes her head. Dan had been resting this whole time that no one had told her the plan. He sighs and walks over to Dan, who was waiting for his answer.

"Dan, you need to understand that while what you did was an accident, it was a mistake," he states calmly. "The Targaryens – and you are one – are not wanted here. And if they see us, then we will be killed. In Essos - Meereen - your…your mother and your brother are safe." Even saying those words felt strange to say. "They are protected. And there's no one in Westeros that will be there to kill us. That's where we need to go."

"But…but Uncle Tormund…"

Jon almost snorted. Out of everyone, she was thinking of him. "Don't you worry about that old goof. He'll be alright. And we will see him again one day. You have to trust me. Do you trust me?" He rests a hand gently on the back of her head, and Dan sighs, nodding.

"I do…I just…I don't know Meereen except for the novels."

"Don't worry," Daemon states. "I'll show you around. It's a nice place."

Dan nods quietly, while the door to the cabin opens. Jon looks over and sees Kinvara, who was much cleaner from the rubble before. "Daemon, your meal is ready. The fish is steamed."

"Awesome, I'm starving!"

"Fish? This early?" Dan states.

"You act as if you've never had a fish sandwich," he states. "Delicious." He leaves them behind as Dan shakes her head.

"Can't say I have," she mumbles. Kinvara chuckles and walks over to her.

"Your brother is an energetic boy. You'll learn from him in time." Dan watches her quietly as Kinvara turns to Jon. "You, on the other hand, are requested by the captain."

His brow furrows. "Why?"

"Because you know this country better than we do, he wants to know which is the best way out of this harbor that will take us quickly to the sea."

"That's a smart idea," Daenerys states. "It can be inconspicuous. Besides, I have to talk with Dan."

Jon's brow furrows, wanting to question what, but Daenerys waves at Kinvara. "Come, let me show you to him," Kinvara states gently. Jon looks over at Dan, who was quiet. The two direwolves sat at her side diligently, watching everyone in the room. Dan nods at him, letting him know she was okay.

So, he ever so quietly left the room, following after Kinvara, before closing the door behind him, leaving them alone.

Dan

Once the door closed, Dan turns her head to Daenerys, who was looking at the direwolves. She gently holds out her hand and Ghost sniffs it, before letting her pet him. She tries to do the same to Arya, but the young pop lowers her head and closes her eyes instead of sniffing, going to sleep.

"I don't know whether that's a compliment or an insult," Daenerys chuckles before looking over at Dan. Dan was usually a good reader of people. She could tell their intentions from their eyes. And staring into Daenerys' eyes, she could feel that there were some good ones there more than anything bad.

But she couldn't get over the fact that her father had said she burned thousands of innocents. And then Daemon's voice would sneak into her head, saying 'she didn't know.' Her whole entire mind was a mess.

"Dan," she starts quietly, sighing. "I know that this is a big change for you. This is probably the most you have ever traveled in your life, and it's a new place. It's different…but I'm going to assure you that no matter what, you will be safe as long as you are with me. I won't allow anything to happen to you."

Dan nods quietly. "Okay."

Daenerys reaches over and squeezes her hand. "I am not your enemy. I know you are meant for great things – I can just tell. And as long as you need it, I will be here for you. We all will." She stands. "You should rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."

She goes to leave, but Dan's voice stops her. "What about my father?"

Daenerys turns to her. "What?"

"You say that no matter what, I'm going to be safe as long as I am with you. What about my father? Is he safe with you?"

Her voice was accusing, she knew. But after the millions of stories she had going through her head, did anyone blame her?

Daenerys sighs. "Dan-"

"I'm going to say one thing." She crosses her arms across her chest. "I love my father. I know you don't, but I do. He's done nothing but protect me…and I don't know why that's hard for you to believe. But if I'm traveling all the way to Essos…only to find out you're trying to get rid of him or something…I will do everything to-"

Tears were starting to come out of her eyes, but she wipes them away as soon as they did. Daenerys walks back over to her. "Dan, your father and I have a…complicated relationship." She stands in front of her before placing her hands on the girl's shoulders. "But I only want what is best for you. I'm not going to bring Jon all the way there just to 'get rid of him,' as you say. No matter what, he is your father, and you two love each other…I wouldn't take away something you love. Trust me…I know how that feels. It's awful. I would never put you through that."

Dan stares at her, trying to find the lie, to see if she was faking, anything, but there was nothing but sincerity in her green eyes. She quietly looks at the ground, before nodding. Daenerys squeezes her shoulders before standing. Again, she heads to the door, but not before Dan says a small "thank you."

Daenerys offers a kind smile towards her, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Dan sighs and flops onto the bed they had given her.

There were still so many questions she needed answers for. And each time she tried to get some, it was always 'it's complicated' or 'you're too young,' or whatever.

If she didn't find out anything on this long trip to Meereen, of all places, she was going to lose her mind.

As the ship sailed out to sea, the wind blew gently in the breeze, making the waves silent and steady. The people of White Harbor woke up, not knowing of the powerful people who had just left their shore on their way to Essos.

But what no one knew was the flock of ravens sitting steadily on the pier, watching as the ship left. They stayed until it was out of sight, before crowing loudly, and then flying off into the distance.

My cliffhangers are the shit babyyy (lol jk just trying to create suspense XD)

So now we're heading off to Meereen. And more drama will ensue. So we're about to have some fun. Really wanted to get this one up as soon as possible!

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