What up, peeps? Decided to hit ya with a shorter chapter today bc goddamn my fingers hurt lmfao

But honestly, it's because I really wanted to put just the children in this chapter. We've been seeing too much Jon and not enough other POV's, so here's what's going on with the kids. And it's a doozy lol

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Dan and Daemon

"You know, you didn't have to snap at her."

The trek out to Fishmongers Square was a quick one once the children could find their way out of the busy central atrium of the Merchant's Inn. As they went down to the innkeeper, asking for the appropriate amount of sums to buy their errands, Dan had turned to Daemon with a confused look as they stepped outside.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mother." People rush past as Dan looks down at the list, trying to figure out where they were going. "What you said to her earlier."

Dan sighs as they walk forward, heading down the rows and rows of merchants selling their items. "Alright, and why do you say that?" She turns to him. "You saw the same thing I saw. He saved her. Why would someone be so afraid of someone who saved them?"

"Because you don't know the whole story," Daemon states, crossing his arms across his chest. "You've only ever known your father. I've known my mother. She's told me so many stories of what happened when they were beyond the wall, or fighting the White Walkers." They walk over to the first merchant – a man with a Volantian Sword – before handing him the coin he asked for. Once done, the grabbed a bag and placed it in it, a clothe one that would hopefully help them on their journeys.

"Then tell me," Dan states, turning to him.

"What?"

"You say I'm missing some of the story. If you know more about them, then tell me. Because I'm sick of the fighting. For a whole entire month, I could never get them in the same room together. Barely even glance at each other. I want us to be a family – I've never known anyone else besides my father and the wildlings my whole life. I always thought I was an only child but now I find out that my mother is alive? And that I have a brother? That's amazing. And yet I can't have it, because they've barely spoken."

He could sense her frustration and anger, and he understood it too. "I know," he states, grabbing her arm before she could walk off. "I want them to be happy too, but you can't stand there and say that father's done everything - that he's never done anything bad. He's not perfect. Do you want to know what's happened to my mother? She's risked her lives countless times for him too. She lost one of her dragons to the White Walkers for him. She lost some of her closest friends for him. She lost most of her army for him, fighting his fight, something she had no idea about before she met him. And let's not forget the cherry on top of the pie – she was killed by him."

"Would you stop holding that against him?" she snaps. "I understand the others. I understand that she lost a lot of what she was trying to achieve. But do not defend your mother for burning thousands of innocent lives and expect me to apologize for my father killing her. Anyone in that situation wouldn't know what the heck to do!"

"I've told you she doesn't remember."

"Even if she doesn't, it still happened," she states, her frown evident on her cheeks. "It's just something we're going to have to deal with. And the sooner we deal with it, the quicker." She pays for the next item – turns out a grilled tot were just cooked potatoes – and moves on. She looks over at him. "Our parents aren't perfect. They've both made mistakes. The sooner we accept that, the better. I just wish they would accept it and move on."

Daemon nods, walking ahead of her as they look for the next merchant. As they walk, he looks down at her, nodding back at the inn. "So your father told me he taught you how to fight. Is that true?"

She nods quietly, paying for the next item as they walked. "For as long as I can remember. Why?" She smirks at him as she places the next item in her bag. "Jealous that I keep knocking you on your butt?"

"Oh shut up," he mutters, rolling his eyes as they walk again. "You're not better than me."

"Then why do I keep beating you?"

"Because he clearly has the better stance." He crosses his arms across his chest before sighing. "I'm not a bad fighter. I've been taught practically as long as you have. But I had a different teacher. It's not my fault."

Her brow furrows. "Your mother didn't teach you?"

Daemon snorts. "My mother? I don't even know if she knows how to hold a sword." They purchase the next item – what was it? Oh, three loaves of bread – before moving on. "Alright, I shouldn't have said that. She does know how to hold one. She's kept herself alive before, but my mother was never a swordswoman. She's never been properly taught. She's more of a flyer on our dragons than anything else."

Dan suddenly stops short in the middle of the aisle of the shops. Her brow raises in surprise. "Did you just say dragons?"

Daemon's eyes brighten. "I haven't told you this in the last month I've been here?" She slowly shakes her head. "I guess it never came up before now but no sooner time than never. Back in Meereen, we have four dragons."

"Four?" she whispers fiercely, clutching onto the bag.

"Yeah. I'm sure father's told you about Drogon." Dan nods slowly. "He's been around since mother was trying to go back to Westeros. He's the reason she's alive now – brought her back to be revived. But afterward, once she was alive, he laid three eggs – I know, I didn't know it either, but dragons can be a boy or a girl – and when she awoke from her coma, the eggs hatched."

"Seven hells," Dan whispers in shock. She had no idea that dragons were still alive. She thought they had all been killed or ran off after the Battle of Kings Landing. "That's…amazing. What are their names?"

"Well, the first one is Visenya – she's bright red, named her after our ancestors for her hunting skills. The next one, Jorharion, is black. He's a bit lazier than the others but still knows how to keep an somewhere protected. The last one my mother named, light blue and kind. Jonarys."

Dan's brow furrows. "Jonarys? Sounds like father's name."

"You're not wrong," he states, looking down at her. "She did name it after him – I know, don't look at me like that. I was confused too. She wanted me to name all of them because she says that they hatched because we were born, but I said that I wanted her to name one because without her, we wouldn't even have Drogon. So she decided to name it after him. It's like when she named Viserion after her brother despite him being awful to her – it's sort of like a tribute, even though father was never ever as bad as Viserys."

Dan looks up in surprise. "Was her brother that bad?"

"That's not my story to tell. If you want to know, ask her."

Dan was quiet, her mindset in quiet perplexing squander. The expression on her face was one of contemplating his response. "That's sweet," she states quietly. "That she named a dragon after him." She bites her lip and glances up at him. "Do you think they'll ever be together again after what happened?"

Daemon sighs. "If you want me to be honest, I don't know, Dan. I really don't."

Before she could respond, she suddenly stops and stares up at a building they were passing. Daemon turns to her and follows her gaze, looking as well. There was a building they didn't even know how tall, bigger than any of the buildings on the Long Bridge. Now that they looked, they could see they had reached the end of the bridge, and this was capping point of where they walked to.

It towered over the other buildings, three different types of sizes. At the very top, a flaming heart statue stood, proud and as if glowing in the sheer sunlight that the Long Bridge had to offer. It was huge, with windows filled with stained glass, and pictures of images from stories past. She looks over at Daemon, whose eyes light up once he recognizes where they were.

Dan, on the other hand, had no clue.

"Daemon, what is this?" she asks gently.

He turns to her, a smile on his face. "I don't know why we didn't think of this before. This is the Temple of the Lord of Light. The biggest in the world." She was still quiet and confused. He explains. "We're in Volantis. Kinvara was from Volantis. Which means she must have some say here, some people who care for her. The people here might be able to help us! Maybe they could even send word to her and we can get back home quicker."

Dan bites her lower lip, looking up at the flaming heart. "I don't know…this place feels…menacing."

"Don't worry. Every area for this religion seems overwhelming because they take it so seriously." The two of them walk forward – Dan behind Daemon, quietly watching as he approached the guards. She noticed that much like the slaves here, they wore tattoos on their faces.

But while most of the slave tattoos were small, or some blended in with their skin, these were harsh and bold. They were spears, with points shaped like flames, the ones that she saw whenever she looked into a fire. Their robes were a bright orange, and armor was worn over them. They must guard the Temple day and night, something Dan had never seen done for any religion ever.

But who was she to talk about that? She had only ever heard of the Old Gods and the New from her father. She had never been told about a Lord of Light before meeting Daenerys and Daemon.

Instantly, as they walk over, they aim their spears at the children. Dan instantly reaches towards her small sword, but Daemon raises his hands in defense. "Relax. We are here to speak with the red priest. The leader."

One of the guards laughs. "You? A mere child request the presence of the red priest? Get out of here, boy. Before we cut off your hands."

"I don't think you understand." He nods for the man to come closer. The guards share a look, almost laughing with each other, before he humors Daemon, leaning over. Daemon comes and whispers in his ear. "We're the son and daughter of Daenerys Targaryen. We need help getting back to Meereen, where Kinvara is, one of your red priestesses."

Instantly the guard pulls back, staring at him as if he had burned him. His face was filled with distrust, as were the other guards. Dan looks over at Daemon, who was waiting for some kind of reaction. Before she could say anything, the man grabs Daemon harshly and pulls him to the ground.

And then another one does the same to Dan, dragging them both inside.

"Let us go!" she yells, trying to get the attention of the commoners walking around the square in the distance, but no one cared to hear or see over the hassle of the trade.

"Stop, please! We just need help!" Daemon pleads as the two guards bring them inside, slamming the doors to the Temple behind them while the other guards stood watch once more on the pier. They throw the two children into the middle of the Temple, but before either could grab their weapons, a man comes over and aims a sword at Daemon's throat

"Don't. Move."

The two children look up to see a man, who was tall and very thin. His head was completely shaved, and his skin was practically as white as Dan's hair. He had the same flame tattoos the slaves had, except this time is covered everything on his face. He seemed to the high priest that Daemon had been talking about, but right now, he seemed more of an evil man than a righteous one.

"Please," Dan states, her eyes trying to plead to him. "Please don't do this. We're just trying to get home and we thought you could help."

"Why are you pretending to be Daenerys Targaryen's children?" he hisses. "Lying to a high priest is a crime punishable by death."

"We aren't lying!" Daemon states angrily. "If you need proof we can bring you to her!"

"We don't leave the Temple," he snarls at him. "So your petty games won't work."

Dan turns to him again. "We aren't playing games. Our mother is hurt, our father is taking care of her!"

"Daenerys Targaryen has been dead for years!" a guard pipes in.

"That's right," the high priest states. "And yet you stand here, claiming to be her children? Daenerys Targaryen was supposed to be the new Azor Ahai, the princess that was promised, and you coming in here and trying to shatter her name and claim falsehood just so you can trick the Lord of Light is despicable."

"Look, I know this seems strange but-"

"Enough!" the man yells, grabbing Daemon and dragging him up. "We'll show you what we do to people who don't respect us!"

As he drags Daemon up, Daemon takes the moment to reach for his sword and overpower the man, slicing at his leg. The high priest curses and drops Daemon as he runs back to his sister, just as the guards all started running towards them. Before any of them could attack, Dan suddenly stands and yells at them.

"Stop!"

As she exclaims, all of the torches in the room suddenly grow brighter with fire, practically lighting up the whole entire Temple. The guards stop and stare, as does the high priest who drops his sword. His gaze transfixes on the engulfing flames, before turning to where Dan stood with her brother.

She lowers her hood, revealing her hair, taking Daemon's hand in her own. "We are the children of Daenerys Targaryen, Dan and Daemon. And we demand we be treated with a sliver of respect."

As the flames ignite higher, the men bow to them. The high priest gets on his knees. "We're sorry. We're so sorry."

Dan suddenly felt angry. Who were they to suddenly apologize? They had just tried to kill them!

A part of her wanted to just walk out and leave this place. But she knew right now, if they knew anything about Kinvara, they might be able to get home. They had no choice but to accept it.

"It's alright," Daemon states. At that moment, the flames suddenly die down. The rage within them was gone. "We just need information."

The high priest looks up at Dan, his brow furrows. "Forgive me…I did not recognize you if not for your hair. And you said your name is…Dan?"

Dan nods quietly. "Yes."

"Funny…" He looks over at the guards, who were still kneeling. "The other high priests said they have had visions of a young girl with blonde hair named Dyeana, but if you say your name is Dan, I must compel."

Dan's brow furrows. Dyeana? She had never used that name in her life. But it didn't sound terrible. SHe'd have to ask father about that. Maybe he knew something.

"My apologies for what happened," the high priest states, walking over. Daemon stands in front of Dan, knowing if the guards or the high priest did one more false move, they'd have to run. But the man looked upon them with a kind smile now. Something that was starkly different from how he acted before. "My name is Bennero. I am the high priest of the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis. We are at the dragon prince and princess' service."

'Dragon princess?' Dan thinks incredulously. Good gods, what family was she born into?

Daemon looks over at Bennero. "We need to know about Kinvara."

The man's brow furrows. "Kinvara? Why did none of my guards mention they said her name to me?!" he instantly snaps at some of them, and they all take a step back. The man sighs and looks back at Daemon. "Again, my apologies. Kinvara was one of our best here, and she left to go do the Lord's work in Meereen. What's happened?"

"Kinvara was on our ship," Dan states, coming forward. "It got wrecked in the sea…we don't know where she is. We don't know how much you can help but…maybe send a notice to Meereen or something? They'll respond to you if you talk about Kinvara…we just want to be somewhere safe."

The man looks down at her and Daemon before nodding. "No harm will come to you as long as you are under the Lord's light. We will send a letter to the Temple in Meereen to inform them soon of this tragedy. Maybe Kinvara will respond to our plea's." He turns to his guards. "In the meantime, get these children dinner. They deserve to be treated like proper guests." He turns to them, an intriguing grin on his face. "We can talk about travel plans to get back to Meereen over food."

Before they could say anything, he was off with some of the guards, heading towards the back of the Temple to what she presumed would be the kitchen. Dan shares a look with Daemon. "Are we sure we want to stay here for dinner?" she mutters to him. "We should go back to the inn."

"We'll stay as long as they don't kill us…just stay by me. We'll be okay." They walk forward. Before they could go, he turns to her. "What was that crazy fire thing you did?"

Dan shrugs. "I don't know…I got angry they were trying to kill us. I didn't think it happened because of me."

Daemon grunts before turning back to the high priest. "I guess right now that's the least of our problems…let's go."

She nods and follows after him, her eyes trained on each guard as they did. She wanted to go home, be with her family more than anything, but right now, if having dinner with a high priest – who definitely needed to be out in the sun more – was what they had to do, then it was considered already done.

So, with that in mind, she follows her brother into the hallway, leading away from the main centrum of the Temple. The guards close the doors behind them, and Bennero guides them forward with the same smile, gesturing his hand to the kitchen.

Dan takes Daemon's hand in her own, and the two siblings walk forward into the unknown.

*cue Frozen 2 song*

Just kidding, that's not happening here, but ya'll didn't think I'd have them in Volantis and not get them get freaked out by these high priests? We gotta have some creepiness in here lol

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