Thank you guys so much for the great response on the last chapter. Thank you to:

DarylDixon'sLover

Gio

Lillian81

Perseus Apollyon

SlyChoice

Ya'll reviewers are awesome, keep them coming! I love seeing your reactions :) And thank you to the new followers and favorites too, you guys make my day. Hope you all enjoy!

Jon

Jon had never been a boat guy.

The last time he had been on one really had been all that time ago when he and Daenerys had been traveling back to Winterfell. He only went on boats when it was strictly needed – as it was now.

He didn't ever get much sleep, and always felt that no matter what, someone was sleeping very close to him because even if Daenerys did have a big ship, there were a lot of people on it.

Dan, on the other hand, seemed to love it though.

Each day they sailed, she would go out to the top and watch the waters. Her smile would make the sailors and the guards teach her more about driving a ship. She would even watch the fish when they didn't move in the water. She and Daemon would often even find time to practice together in the very middle of the ship despite the fact that it was quite hard to swing a sword on a moving ship.

It was like no matter what they did, Dan would not allow her spirits to be broken. Despite the shit situation they were in.

So, Jon tried to put on a happy face and would follow Dan during the day. Just as Daenerys had said, she had guards on him pretty much 24/7 and wouldn't allow them to truly just be alone. But right now, she was safer here than she was anywhere else.

But during the day, when most people were awake and there was really no reason to watch them, would be when Jon would join both Dan and Daemon whenever they would practice.

Dan had told Daemon that she knew how to use a sword. Daemon hadn't believed her. And now, they constantly trained each day. Jon had a feeling that Daemon wanted to ask him about swordsmanship considering he would look over at him each time he might have lost to Dan, but Jon could do nothing. He usually just tried to stay quiet so he wouldn't anger Daenerys.

She was a whole other situation that he had to deal with. Being on this boat, he could see how Daenerys truly lead people. She wasn't mean or awful or anything of the above. The only time she ever got commanding with any of the guards of the sailors was when she had a feeling they were going the wrong way. But each time, she let them do their job and allowed them to guide them to safety, as she just wanted her family to be safe.

But the one thing he did notice was that they barely talked. Ever.

It was like as soon as they got on this big ship, she wanted to solely focus on the children and not on him. While he would sit and watch them – while under guard, of course – she would come over and speak with them about dinner, plans, anything, before turning away, not even looking at him.

Another moment would be at night. They would all be eating on the deck. The direwolves, who had made themselves nice and homey on the ship, would go around and sniff out for food. Daenerys would often give them her leftovers, but would never talk with him about it. It was nice that they had grown to like her - having an angry direwolf not like someone was always an issue for people like them - but he wanted to know what she thought, and how they had grown used to each other. But no. It was like he didn't exist.

It didn't really matter to him honestly, but a fucking 'hello' would be nice.

Jon knew what he did had been horrible. He regretted it every day. He still did from all those years ago. But this was a different situation that he didn't think either of them would have ever gotten themselves into. Their children were now unsafe due to their own shit going on, and they needed to work together to keep them safe. And it didn't help that she constantly did not speak with him.

The only time she ever spared him the light of day was during the night when Daemon and Dan would sit together for dinner, and she would nod at him before leaving to speak with their son. It pissed him off to no end.

He was starting to see a change in Dan too whenever she did that as well. While she and Daemon got along very well - he couldn't count how many times her little informative brain had asked Daemon regarding their home in Meereen, the young girl had a feeling that whenever Daenerys took Daemon away to talk with him, she might be saying something bad about Jon.

"It's constant," she said to him one night. "All I wanted was to talk with him about the North and tell him about the food we had, but it was like she didn't want him to know."

And a part of that had angered him. Yes, he understood that he had fucked up, but he wanted his son to know about him and his past before suddenly stepping into the future with them. Jon knew he was a Targaryen – he had tried not to associate with it for he didn't know how long, but he knew that the sooner he accepted it, the better it would be on his mind.

But at the end of the day, he had grown up in the North, with northern customs and northern traditions. And who was Daenerys to stop him from telling Daemon about how he grew up?

In her mind, she probably thought that the more he told Daemon about the North, the more he would end up like his father. And of course, he thought that was absolutely ridiculous.

Now, it was nearly the end of their journey. It had been nearly a month and he had a feeling that they were going to be nearing Meereen soon, possibly within the next week. The thing with traveling with them is that they were taking every precaution possible not to run into people who would kill them from Westeros, whether that be pirates or something else.

Jon thought that was a good idea, but a part of him wanted to just get off the boat. Wind in his hair, sun on his skin? He was used to the cold. This was strange to him. But he supposed he had to get used to it.

"Jon?"

His thoughts are broken. He turns around to see Daemon come over to him. It was very late at night, which was the only time during the day where no one was seriously watching Jon. Dan had gone to bed, and so had everyone else. So the last person he expected to see was Daemon.

He looked like he had been tossing and turning, as his hair was tussled and his clothes wrinkled, as if he had just gotten out of bed. But his eyes looked troubled.

"What is it? Are you alright?" he asks gently as the young boy comes over to him. He sighs and glances at the ocean as they sail.

"Dan's been telling me about the dreams she's had," he states quietly, looking up at him. "The one about the sky darkening and…" He cuts himself off, looking at the ground. "Before I met Dan, or you, all I had were dreams about meeting her. I knew she meant something but I didn't know what…now, it's like as soon as I met her…the dreams started coming to me. And now, I-"

"You don't understand," Jon finishes for him.

Daemon nods. Jon sighs and glances around him. The last thing he wanted was a guard thinking he was 'hurting' Daemon because that's the kind of picture Daenerys had painted him in. Once he could see that the area was clear, he gently places his hands on the boy's shoulders, kneeling down to his height.

"I get it," he starts off softly. "I've had bad dreams for years. Dreams that would haunt you - hell, even everyone on this ship. I know everything right now seems a little complicated, and we have no idea what's awaiting us, but just know that whatever these dreams bring, you aren't alone. You have your sister, your mother, even me if you wish to talk about it."

Daemon nods softly. "Really?"

"Really." Jon squeezes his shoulder before glancing out at the sea. "If you can't talk about what you're experiencing, then it will just follow you. You act as if you don't talk about your dreams."

"I usually don't," Daemon responds. "I told you, I only ever had the dreams about Dan…never something that…scared me, honestly."

Jon sighs. "I've had too many to count," he mumbles before sighing. "We all grow to live with our dreams and nightmares. It's something every adult has to learn. And with how quickly everything is happening right now and how unusually quick you and Dan have aged, you're having to deal with it earlier." Jon looks back over at Daemon and smiles a bit, raising an eyebrow. "You're telling me you've never had anyone back home to talk with about these kinds of things?"

Daemon sighs before stepping away, looking at the water. "I talk with mother, but she's usually very busy and I don't want to disturb her with my own issues...sometimes I occasionally talk with Kinvara, but she's a little more…serious about dreams, if you know what I mean."

"Oh boy, do I," Jon chuckles before shaking his head. While Melisandre had been one of the worst people he had ever met – who the fuck burned a child for some God? – Kinvara was a different kind of red priestess. While she wasn't as 'mystical' as Melisandre had been, who fucking always talked about the Lord of Light, Jon had a feeling Kinvara dived a lot deeper into how dreams, visions and everything else could mean something in the bigger picture.

Ever since Dan had talked about the visions she had from the past, Kinvara had constantly questioned her about them, asking if she could see anything else. Dan had told him one night that if she kept asking her, she was going to explode.

But, the one thing he did Kinvara credit for was that it actually seemed like she cared and was a friend, rather than just some servant for the Lord of Light who was trying to find the "Prince Who Was Promised" or whatever.

She and Daenerys constantly laughed and smiled and talked. She took care of the children and fed them. She helped the guards make plans for sailing. If Jon didn't know any better, he would have thought Kinvara would almost be a replacement for Missandei, but he knew no one could take her place. She had been the most kind out of everyone he had ever met.

"But what about men?" he asks him quietly. "Your mother doesn't have…men in the house that keep her company or whatever?"

Daemon snorts. "I'm pretty sure my mother hasn't been with anyone since I was born," he states quietly. "She's more into ruling and making sure the city doesn't collapse under the new rules rather than marrying some nobleman. She did tell me she had a political marriage alliance in Meereen before she went to Westeros – um…what was his name? Right! Hizdahr Zo Loraq. He was from a slave family."

His brow furrows in surprise. "She was going to marry a slaver?"

"No, no…she told me that the reason she was going to would be for the alliance, to make the people happy and to show she was willing to be a part of the old traditions while also bringing new ones in. Hizdahr was from a slave family, a noble and rich one, and if she married him, she would have more power and people would listen better to her. It's all political."

"Something I hate," he mumbles.

Daemon chuckles a little. "It confuses me a bit but I try to learn as much as possible. Sooner the better, I guess…Daario Naharis is a man I'm close to but I wouldn't tell him about my dreams or anything."

Jon's brow furrows. "Who's he?"

"An old friend of mothers – at least that's what she tells me. He guards her, and teaches me how to use a sword…but with how often Dan beats me I'm starting to think I need a new teacher."

Daario Naharis. Jon had never heard of that name from her when they were together, but he had a feeling that this man was a little bit more than just a friend. It wasn't any of his business though. Yet, at least.

He turns to Daemon. "Dan beats you, huh?"

"Yes!" Daemon says, his voice exasperated. "All the time. No matter how many times we practice together or how much I watch her, she's just better, even with a hurt ankle. I don't understand it." He looks up at him. "…did you teach her?"

He seemed anxious to ask, his voice small and meek, sort of scared to propose the question but wanted to anyway. Jon nods his head. "I did. From the moment she could walk."

Daemon nods, looking down. Jon rolls his eyes. He had a feeling the boy was much like him when asking for things – he didn't know if he was entitled to, so he just didn't. But Jon would change that today.

"Would you like me to teach you?"

Daemon looks up at him, and Jon couldn't avoid the way his eyes lit up at his question. "I, uh…wouldn't mind a lesson or two. Just to beat Dan once."

Jon almost felt himself snort. He was proud of Dan for beating him, especially since she was a girl. But Daemon, as much as it was mad for Jon to believe, was his son. And he wasn't about to not teach him something he taught his daughter to do.

"Then you can have a lesson or two," he chuckles a bit. "Just don't tell your sister. She might hurt me for helping the enemy." He reaches over and squeezes his shoulder. "Now get back to bed. If your mother catches you out here alone with me you'll never hear the end of it."

Daemon nods quietly, offering a quiet smile before walking away. As Jon turns back to watch the sea, Daemon's voice speaks to him again. "…Jon?"

"Yes?"

He turns to look at him and Daemon was glancing at his feet, covered in what looked like wool socks. He glances back up at him. "I know my mother says bad things about you…but I think you're pretty cool."

He wanted to laugh, cry and shake his head at that statement, feeling an unnecessary amount of warmth in his chest. Hearing that from him made him feel like he was doing something right despite the restrictions he had been facing on this boat. The few conversations he got in. Maybe now it might mean more. "Thank you, Daemon."

Daemon smiles before heading back into the chambers of the boat, closing the door behind him and leaving Jon alone. The swordsman glances back at the ocean, letting out a soft sigh, except this one was of relief.

Maybe this wouldn't be that strange after all.

The sun begins to rise the next morning, early, the purple, golden and orange rays casting into Jon's eyes from the distance. This was something he had done quite often with Dan in the past when she was little.

Both of them had been early risers for he didn't know how long, and she would join in him in watching the sunrise before going out on hunts, where she would learn how to use each weapon. A part of him was missing the days of archery and hunting with Ghost and Arya.

His two direwolves, for fuck's sake. He swore they were getting fatter on this ship. Everyone fed them more like dogs than wolves, and pet them on a constant basis. He couldn't wait until they got to the end of this journey where they would rest in their rooms and go out hunting when they could.

Poor animals were used to the cold. It would take a while before they could adapt to the warmth. It was no wonder they stayed in the cabins – to stay out of the hot sun. But at least for now, they were a good source of protection for them.

He sighs gently as the boat rocks underneath them. At that moment, he could hear the door to the chambers below open, and he was almost expecting Dan to come bounding up to him to watch the sunrise with him, just like old times. But when he turns around, he sees the person he least expected.

Daenerys.

He had been getting up early for the sun rises nearly every day due to sleep deprivation and had always made his way back to his bed before any guards were awake. This time, however, had he made a mistake? Was he too late?

"I'm sorry, Daenerys, I'll-"

"Don't leave."

That was not expectant. His brow furrows as she comes over. Looking at her, he could see that she was dressed for the day, with the dress she wore, a light blue that seemed wavy, covered in what looked like a coat of red so she could stay warm with the breeze from the sea. Her hair was down except for a few braids, something he hadn't seen before. The rays of the morning hit her face perfectly, illuminating her skin.

"You're not angry?"

Daenerys glances over at him before walking to the edge of the boat, resting her hands on the banister before looking back at the man. "You're just out watching the sunrise. Why would I be angry?"

"I don't know…you want me watched by guards every day. Sort of hard not to imagine you not being angry at me being alone."

She doesn't respond and instead looks back out at the sea. There was a minute of silence between the two before she broke it.

"When I was a little girl," she started, "living in Free Cities with my brother, I would always watch the sunrise. There was so little magic or fun in my life, but I always found the colors that the sun made the most beautiful things in the world. I would trace pictures in the rays in the sky, coming up with traces of animals or people, and make stories as to why they were there within the colors…I haven't watched the sunrise in years. I've slept in for I don't know how long...the weight of the world tires you."

Jon was about to ask why she was speaking so freely to him, but within a second, he got his answer.

"Dan told me she watched them," Daenerys continues, smiling softly. "A small similarity between me and her, but she spoke of the Northern ones, ones that were pure orange and yellow and turned the sky the shade of corn…something I never got the chance to see all that time ago…but once she told me, I thought I would take the time to get up and watch one…it is beautiful."

"Yeah," Jon states quietly, looking at her. "It is."

Daenerys looks out at the sea, quiet. He does as well. After another minute of silence, she speaks again. "She's a smart girl, Jon. You've raised her well."

That was the most he had gotten out of her as a compliment. "Thank you, Daenerys."

She nods, before stepping back from the banister. "I…" She looks at the ground and stops, before speaking again. "When I look at you, I see…the bad." She swallows and looks ahead. "I know what I did was wrong, whether my mind believes it or remembers it. But each time I look at you, I always see…what you did in the throne room."

Where in the seven hells was this coming from? He walks over to her, but she takes a step back.

"I need to get this out," she states quietly, swallowing. "Every time, and there's just so much…pain. But when I look at her, talk with her…it's like I'm talking to you, when I first met you. She's you in every possible way, and she's so smart, it hurts…I'm so terrified that she might…she might end up hurting me too. If you…I don't know, convince her. I-"

"Daenerys." He walks over to her. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt anyone. I told you I was sorry - I would never do anything to hurt you again. And Dan, of all people, is not going to hurt you. She's ten," he chuckles a bit, shaking his head. "She only wants to stay to what she knows, and that's me until she starts to understand everything else. Do you blame her?"

"…no."

"This is a whole new world for her, as it is for me. It's going to take time for both of us to even get used to it. But know that we're here because we know we need to be." He looks back over at her. "We're not going to hurt anyway. I'm not going to hurt anyone. If anything, all I want is to protect and make sure none of us get killed because until about a month ago, I thought you were dead. I didn't know I had a son. And now everything has changed." He sighs and glances at the ocean again. "I wish you'd believe me."

She looks over at him at the same time he does to her, and he could see the small doubt in her eyes. "I want to believe that," she states. "I do…I just-"

At that moment, the ship suddenly lurches to the left, nearly knocking her overboard. She grips onto the banister to steady herself. Before she could get another word in, it lurches to the right, and then the left, and then the right again.

This lurch was much more powerful than the last, and did knock her over the side. Jon reaches over and grabs her before she could fall in the ocean depths below. He could see the fear in her eyes. "Hold on!" he yells at her.

She reaches out and grabs his hand as he pulls her back over, falling onto the ground with her in his arms. She quickly gets up as the ship lurches again. "What is going on?!" she yells.

Jon follows after her as the ship lurches once more. He sees the guards standing and running around, trying to not get knocked off. But his eyes go to Dan and Daemon, who had been rudely woken up and were now clinging to the sides of the ship, trying not to fall. Ghost and Arya stood around them, attempting to protect them from the waves but slipping on the cold surface of the water that leaked onto the ship.

"Father!" Dan yells at him as the ship lurches again, her voice barely reaching above the crashing waves.

"Don't worry! We're com-"

Suddenly, there was a loud crack, descending right between them. Jon and Daenerys were thrown backward as the ship titled, splitting in two, both halves sinking into the sea. Ice-cold water sprayed all over him, but he pushed himself to open his eyes to see what it was that had caused this nightmare. The screams echoed, and he felt his heart stop once he laid his eyes on what was in front of him.

It was an animal he had never seen, but it was giant. A whale - he had heard of them - but this was far bigger than any of the ones in the history book. It was the size of a dragon, maybe even bigger than Drogon. A Leviathan. But he had only ever heard of these monstrous beasts being in the Shivering Sea, the far North part of Essos. How in the seven hells had it gotten here?

But as he got a look at the eye of the whale, he could see something that made his heart stop. They were pure white.

Something – or someone – had warged into it, and had brought it to where they were now, to kill them. And as the ship tilted, Jon had a feeling whoever it was got their wish.

The screams and shouts of people being thrown off into the sea bleed through his ears. Jon tried to see if he could find his children, the direwolves, anyone, but they were missing among the rubble that flew off into the sky. As the Leviathan fell back down to the water, the force of the waves caused the ship to tumble. Daenerys was the first to fall. Jon reached out and grabbed her before she could until he lost his footing and fell overboard.

She clung onto him as the screams from the men repeated in the distance. "Brace yourself!" he yells at her. But as soon as he hit the water, his head bounced off a lone piece of rock from a boulder, and almost as instantly as he was awake, he was unconscious, and the world went black.

Jon let out a gasp of air as his eyes opened suddenly. It was hot – very hot. He didn't know where he was, but whatever it was, it was making him sweat like he was in an oven. He moved around, seeing how disgustingly wet he was, and his mind traces his steps back until he remembered what happened.

The ship. The Leviathan. The wreck. His children.

"Fuck," he whispers, suddenly standing. He turns his head and felt his heart stop. In the distance, he could see a tall black wall that seemed like gates, made with shiny stone. Beyond the wall, in the front, it leads to a bridge, a long bridge that he had heard of from Theon. It was the largest bridge in the world. He knew exactly where he was, a city he never thought he would ever step into.

His eyes move back towards the beach, and he felt himself nearly fall to his knees. There were guards – many of which who had guarded him – who were dead. Bodies strung along the sand, in the water, and through the beach, all of which unmoving. Some of them were mangled with pieces of wood lodged into their skin. Others had their body parts of arms and legs tangled in such a way that he would be surprised if they were alive. A couple of them had necks broken, swinging to the side as the waves pushed them over and over.

They were gone. Whatever had tried to kill them had succeeded. And if all of these guards were dead, that could very well mean his nightmare, the one he had constantly, was coming true.

"Dan!" he yells out, his voice filled with pain, longing, fear, everything. "Daemon! Daenerys!"

He repeated those three names as he stood up, over and over, trying to wander the beach, but this shore-side went for miles. They could be alive and dying, or gone, or lost, or both, and he was the unfortunate fuck who couldn't keep them safe, even when falling into the water.

He was alone and washed up on a beach. In Volantis, of all places. And his family was missing.

Ya'll have no clue how excited I am for the next couple of chapters oh my gawwwwd I got plans XD

Also I do want to put this out there quickly to clarify: Daenerys and Daario are not together. He will have a role in this story in future chapters but know that there aren't any romantic relations between them lol.

So, as is tradition, love it? Hate it? Want to send me to the dogs like Sansa did to Ramsey? Let me know in the reviews what you all think because your reviews keep me writing! And don't forget to follow and favorite as well and join us on this adventure. Hope you enjoyed, and see you next chapter. Have a great day! :)